Mu Xue sat on the clouds, floating on the other side of the river.
Looking around, you can see countless small spires made of large and small stones scattered all over the mountains, boundless and endless.
Some of the tombs are solid and neat, with white spirit-calling banners on the sides. The white banners flutter in the wind, symbolizing the relatives and friends' longing for the deceased. Some of the tombs are half-collapsed and damaged, obviously no one has come to worship and repair them for a long time.
The tombstone formed by the stone tower is not stable. If no one maintains it for a few years, it will soon fall apart in the wind and sun, becoming smaller and smaller until it is completely annihilated. This is the custom of the demon world. With the demise of the soul tower, it also means that no one in the world will remember the person buried under this land. This name that once lived and existed in the world will be completely forgotten.
Mu Xue had read in the book "Records of Shi Miao Street" written by Niu Dazhuang that her soul tomb was placed here.
Although it may seem a bit strange to worship oneself.
But when she was sailing by and saw the soul-calling banners all over the sky, she couldn't help but think about the scene when she died a hundred years ago. In order to make sure that she didn't miss anything, she decided to go to her own grave to take a look.
It was a clear sunny day, with no snow or thunderclouds in the sky. But when Mu Xue stepped into the cemetery and found herself among the mountains and seas of tombstones, her mind vaguely returned to the moment of death with thunder and lightning.
At that time, in the vast universe, there was no place to seek help and no place to escape. She could only face the punishment from heaven alone and resist hundreds of ferocious and terrifying purple lightning.
The magic tools and talismans that he had painstakingly accumulated over the years were used up one by one. Even Qianji, who had always been by his side, was split into several pieces by the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder. Its small head was emitting green smoke and rolled to his feet. Its small eyes blinked aggrievedly, and its small mouth pursed into a triangle, making a hoarse voice like it was rusted.
"I'm sorry... Master."
What is there to feel sorry about? If I had known this would happen, I would have left you to Xiaoshan. At least you could have lived happily for hundreds of years.
The last bright purple lightning split the black clouds and came towards him. Mu Xue, whose spiritual power was exhausted, stood there unwillingly, glaring at this unfair punishment from heaven.
The sky before my eyes had returned to its tranquility, the sun was bright, and thin white soul flags were fluttering in the air.
Mu Xue closed her eyes for a moment. Before she died, the pain of her heart being clenched still lingered in her mind.
Cen Qianshan looked at the back of the man in red. The man was sitting on the clouds, floating above the cemetery.
"Master." He finally couldn't help but shout.
The man turned his head and looked at him. He clearly heard it, but once again avoided his address. He turned around and drove the misty white clouds to float deep into the cemetery.
Qianji, who was squatting on Cen Qianshan's shoulder, couldn't help but shouted: "Mu...why don't you want to, um, um, let me say it."
Before he could finish his words, his master sealed his mouth. Seeing the red figure drifting away, Qianji broke off his master's hand and said anxiously: "Master, why don't you ask clearly? She is obviously that person."
"I always feel like this is just a dream of mine." Cen Qianshan looked at the figure sitting on the clouds and walking away. "Sometimes I feel that if I really ask her, this dream will suddenly shatter. If she doesn't want to ask, then I won't ask."
Qianji stamped his feet in anger, "How can that be possible? Didn't you hear that they will be going back in a few days? You are so vague, not explaining anything clearly, not even confirming their status. What if they become heartless after that and never come back?"
But no matter how anxious it was, the owner ignored it. The owner, who was used to its nagging, sat down by the river, waiting for Mu Dajia to come back. He also took out the booklet that Jiubai had given him from his arms and slowly read it.
Mu Xue followed the special index device of the cemetery and found the location of her soul tomb. The soul tower signed by Mu Xue was neater than any other soul tower here, solidly built with white stone slabs, and several white soul-calling flags were inserted on the side.
Surprisingly, there was a person standing in front of the Soul Tower. He was wearing a blue shirt, had a calm temperament, had some gray hair, and had clear traces of time at the corners of his eyes and lips.
She was reaching out to add a few white stone pieces to the tomb tower. On the ground in front of the tomb tower, there were several plates of steaming cakes.
Mu Xue's memory was a little hazy. For a moment, it was difficult for her to connect this woman with graying hair and a solemn expression with her good friend Ruan Honglian, who was young and beautiful back then.
But the words I said half-jokingly back then already echoed in my mind.
"Honglian. If I die one day, will you still remember me?"
"What a ridiculous thing to say. I want to become a demon and live for tens of thousands of years. Who has the time to remember someone as naive as you?"
"We have an agreement that if one of us dies first, the other will be responsible for the burial."
"I'll bury you. Not only will I bury you, but I'll also bring some snacks to visit you when I think of you ten or a hundred years later, okay?"
Mu Xue sat on the cloud, staring blankly at the person in front of her. It seemed that only at this moment did she truly and clearly realize that she had been reborn as a human being.
The traces of the passing of time are so clear. The friend who was once bright and cheerful has become a steady, mature and intellectual woman. The mottled white hair and wrinkles at the corners of the eyes clearly show that hundreds of years have passed.
The life span of a cultivator is much longer than that of an ordinary person. For most of their lives, they will maintain the appearance of a person in their prime years.
Only when one's cultivation stagnates and one's lifespan approaches its end, will one begin to gradually show signs of physical decay and aging.
Although everyone has been pursuing the way to longevity throughout their lives, over the past thousands of years, only a few have achieved the truth. After trying their best, most people can only watch their faces age, die, and enter the cycle of reincarnation. The only difference is the length of time.
While Mu Xue was in a daze, Ruan Honglian had already glanced at her, her phoenix eyes slightly narrowed, "Who are you?"
"I..." Mu Xue felt her throat dry, "I came here to see Mr. Mu... Mr. Mu."
Ruan Honglian frowned slightly, then smiled and stopped asking questions, "I didn't expect that there is still a young friend like you who remembers her."
She turned to face Mu Xue's soul tower, "See, when you were alive, you were always worried that no one would remember you. Who knew that after you died, you wouldn't be so lonely."
These words, like the clear sound of a chime, struck Mu Xue's heart.
She used to be tired of the world and isolated herself in the world of refining. In fact, she was lonely and fearful in her heart. She always felt that she was alone and had never left a mark in anyone's heart. Once she died, it would be as if she had never been to this world.
In fact, if I hadn't covered my eyes and ears at that time, and was willing to look up more often, I would have discovered that there are many wonderful people around me, and there are many friendships in the world that are worth cherishing.
Sitting by the river, Cen Qianshan carefully opened Mu Xue's notes.
I saw that on the page of the book that was opened casually, there were densely recorded materials needed for a magic tool in flamboyant handwriting. There was a small shopping list next to it, which listed various materials and equipment that needed to be bought at the market street tomorrow. At the end of the list was a line of words "Remember to buy dragon bone stew, Xiaoshan loves to drink it."
The line of words was circled in red pen to remind myself to pay attention.
Cen Qianshan's hand touched the words "Xiaoshan loves to drink" back and forth, and turned to the next page.
The next page was filled with array symbols, and a sentence was scribbled on the edge.
Today I heard Liu Ruyan's Dongxiao, it was really nice. Unfortunately, I don't understand music very well, and I don't know what he played. I should have brought Xiaoshan with me earlier. The child seemed to like these things very much. There was a simple portrait drawn on the side, a little boy who looked aggrieved. Mu Xue was good at drawing, and even with just a few strokes, it could be seen that it was the appearance of Cen Qianshan in his youth.
Cen Qianshan turned to the last page with a smile, and the smile on his lips faded.
My great calamity is coming. Alas, this is fate, there is no way to avoid it, I can only face it. In all these years, I have never seen anyone successfully survive the great calamity of the golden elixir, I am afraid that I will... No matter what, I will prepare seriously and go all out. But Xiaoshan, that child, is really worrying. I'd better leave more things for him, hoping that he can take care of himself.
When Mu Xue came out of the cemetery, she saw Cen Qianshan sitting by the river, holding a jade flute, looking at the water alone.
The sound of the flute was long and melodious, and even someone like Mu Xue, who was not familiar with music, felt sad when she heard it.
"What's going on?" Mu Xue sat on the cloud, walked close to Cen Qianshan, and pulled his sleeve.
Cen Qianshan stopped playing the flute, looked sideways, his eyes seemed to have traveled through time and space, the stars were bright and dreamlike. He lowered his eyelashes, his face flushed, and whispered in Mu Xue's ear,
"I miss you so much. Can I go to your place? Right now."
His voice is pleasant to the eye, and when he's excited it becomes even more alluring with a hint of hoarseness in his throat.
No one can resist such a seductive beauty.
Mu Xue's eyes lit up and she bit her lips, "No, I want to go to your place."
She suddenly felt like one of those young and naive lovers who invite each other to their homes for a private meeting.
The Yingtianyun where they sat was filled with white mist, which obscured the bodies of the two people, and slowly lifted them up, floating them up into the clouds where no one could see them.
In Cen Qianshan's Huangting, there was still a dark and boundless dry well.
It looked better here than the last time I came here. The sky was closer, not so far away and out of reach. But the well wall was still cold and damp, and the ground was still dark and muddy. The spotted snakes that came from nowhere would occasionally roll out their cold and frightened bodies. Once you were there, you would feel depressed and uncomfortable, and want to leave as soon as possible.
This time, Mu Xue finally realized that once she got here, Cen Qianshan's aura tensed up instantly. He pretended to be calm and held her hand, smiling at her in the dark world, but in fact, he couldn't wait to take her away from here, to the familiar courtyard above, to the peach tree with fallen petals. He forgot about this dark cave that clearly existed.
Mu Xue held his arm, pressed him against the cold wall of the well, stood on tiptoe and kissed him gently with her soft and hot lips.
Cen Qianshan showed a little shock on his face, and immediately grabbed her hand, pleading with a little awkwardness and difficulty,
"Not here, let's go up first, okay?"
"No, I won't go up. I'm going to kiss you here." Mu Xue pulled him down a little in the dark and searched for his lips. "Every time I come over here from now on, I'll kiss you here first, until you no longer find this place scary."
She had just returned from the cemetery, and recalled the tragic situation when she failed to overcome the tribulation in her previous life. It was impossible for her only disciple, her Taoist partner, to overcome the great tribulation of the golden elixir with such a flawed state of mind. She did not want to endure the pain of watching her beloved perish again.
Cen Qianshan's lips were icy and cold, his body was stiff, his muscles were tense, and he was almost unable to respond to her.
But Mu Xue had enough patience, she polished it carefully and teased it slowly until the man's lips became hot again.
Until he let out a slight sigh, his tense muscles finally relaxed slowly. He no longer showed resistance, and leaned his back muscles against the hard stone wall, allowing Mu Xue to do whatever she wanted.
The light here was dim, and one could see the beautiful contours of the man's face and his slightly rolling Adam's apple. He turned his face to the side, as if he had loosened the string that was taut in his heart, giving up any defense of his body, and allowing himself to be manipulated at will in the darkness.
Mu Xue gently licked his Adam's apple. He made a low guttural sound, which was suppressed and low, touching her heart. Mu Xue couldn't help biting his neck, so that he could make more such sounds for her to hear.
Gradually, the air around seemed to become more stagnant and the light became dimmer.
The sounds of tumbling and stirring in the mud became clearer and clearer. In such darkness, there seemed to be countless disgusting and horrible creatures swimming and rolling around, and they could climb up your legs with their cold and slippery bodies at any time.
This is Cen Qianshan's Huangting. Everything here represents his state of mind, his unconditional obedience to Mu Xue, but the thick black, the suffocating air, and the increasing number of snake bodies represent the uncontrollable terror in his heart.
Mu Xue slightly widened the distance between them and finally stopped what she was doing. She felt more pity in her heart and hesitated, wondering if she was pushing too hard.
The heat lingering on his neck left, and a cool feeling passing over his skin made Cen Qianshan, who was in confusion, slightly sober.
This ugly dry well, dark and filled with snakes and insects, was the unknown secret in his heart.
In this dark world that scares him the most, he was being gently licked on the neck by the person he loves the most. The fear that his scalp was about to explode mixed with some indescribable excitement.
He leaned against the cold and hard stone wall, tilted his face, and breathed softly. Finally, before the warm hands let go of him, he took advantage of the chaotic emotions in the darkness, grabbed the person in front of him, and told him the craziest thoughts in his heart.
"If you want to break this state of mind, take me here."
Such a hoarse voice was heard in the darkness.
A warm current surged up from deep in Mu Xue's heart, and the burning heat rushed all the way to her forehead, clouding her remaining rationality.
In the past, she thought that even if she had love, it would be like a slowly flowing stream, flowing slowly, tenderly and affectionately. Unexpectedly, the Taoist partner she chose was a fairy who could easily ignite her.
He seems young and abstinent, but he knows how to seduce.
He dares to say anything and wants to do anything unconventional.
There is a heaven-sent feast before you, ready for you to pluck the fruits of your labor, an invitation for you to do whatever you please.
Mu Xue's heart was beating fast. She bit his neck and heard his dull guttural sound. Finally, he was no longer stiff and tense, but stretched out his hot hands to hug her back.
At the misty and chaotic bottom of the well, it seemed as if peach petals were falling from the wellhead, floating in the mud and sticking to the skin wet with sweat.