That was the tenderness and affection that belonged only to Xie Buchen.
There was a hint of hoarseness in his voice. Because of the days and nights of running for his life, he finally fell ill and was in a coma for three whole days. He only woke up late at night.
There was a calmness in his eyes that drowned out all the glitz and glamour. He looked at her, his heart and eyes filled with her, waiting for her answer.
At this moment, Jianchou's whole body was stiff.
She could hardly even tell where she was, who she saw, and what she was experiencing.
Sailing on the river, drifting with the current.
The sad mood is like the violent waves on the sea, surging and surging.
"Should I agree or not?"
A teasing voice sounded from the void and fell into Jianchou's ears.
She stood there rigidly without moving.
Yin and Yang Daojun couldn't help but laugh, but her laughter was not as gentle as that of an ordinary woman, but rather a bit cheerful: "The beginning of misfortune, the beginning of hatred... If you were given another chance to choose, would you agree or not? This is a past that really happened to you and is difficult to face..."
"The six causal doors are really good things, aren't they?"
…
Jianchou still didn't speak.
She stared at Xie Buchen who was standing opposite her. His thin cheeks and stern brows seemed to be frosted by the sudden events in the past few days, but his eyes were slightly warm.
I remember that it was the look in his eyes at that moment, above the ripples of the river, that made her finally surrender. From then on, she would be inseparable from him, sharing weal and woe with him.
Who promised to grow old together with her
Now my heart is filled with hatred and resentment!
Standing in front of Xie Buchen, standing on this swaying boat, the moon in the sky shone on the two of them.
Perhaps it was because of her strange silence, or perhaps it was because of the unusual expression on her face, Xie Buchen at the side of the boat seemed a little worried about her and couldn't help but take a step towards her.
There was a rare hint of uncertainty in those eyes that were usually calm, and even a sense of fragility as if hope might be shattered.
He seemed a little scared.
I was afraid of getting a negative answer from Jianchou's mouth.
"Once we settle down, we will hide our identities and stop wandering around. From now on, you and I will be each other's only family. We will have children, and slowly grow old together..."
His voice was smooth, soft, and low, just like the sound of waves on the river.
Every word was clear.
Xie Buchen walked towards her, held her cold hands, and rubbed them slowly, as if he wanted to warm them up. But the next moment he seemed to realize that his hands were just as cold, having just come out of the river.
Then, all his movements froze, and he suddenly shook his head and smiled, as if he was laughing at his own rare inconsideration.
So at this moment, a smile brightened up his entire pale face.
Jianchou's whole heart suddenly trembled...
How familiar.
She blinked, as if she felt there was something hidden under her eyes, or as if she was thinking about something.
Finally, Jianchou smiled softly, as if sighing: "Give birth to children..."
Slowly close your eyes, the night is still this, this long.
…
Outside the main Kunwu Peak, everyone who was still looking at the scene above the wooden door was suddenly confused.
"What is that place?"
"Who is that?"
“It’s too blurry… I can’t see clearly.”
The sound of subtle discussions could be heard around Yunhai Square.
Zhenren Hengxu did not speak.
Fudao Shanren stared at the wooden door with an unprecedented solemn expression, the wooden door through which Jianchou walked in.
"Girl Jianchou..."
"Worried?"
Hearing his voice, Master Hengxu finally asked.
Fudaoshanren looked at him and snorted coldly: "I'm afraid I'm not the one who is most worried."
There is something else behind his words.
It was not the path he was familiar with.
But they... had indeed begun to grow estranged a long time ago.
Zhenren Hengxu did not reply, but cast his gaze towards the ten-zhang-high giant gate. There was a blurry moon that seemed to be inlaid with rough edges, and fishing lights and boats were floating on the river, all in the shadows.
All outsiders could only see the images that seemed to be covered by mist, not clear at all. They could only vaguely guess from these images what had happened or what kind of people they met.
And Jianchou was standing on this small boat.
A tall man appeared in front of her. Everyone could see his figure, but few could guess his identity.
Only a few people in Kunwu Sect felt a vague sense of familiarity, but some of them could not believe it: After all, how could the new generation leader of Yashan, who is currently in the limelight, have any connection with Xie Buchen, the most talented true disciple of Kunwu in recent years
perhaps…
What Jianchou sees is the future
Wu Duan, the third disciple of Zhenren Hengxu below, couldn't help but frowned in confusion.
People who have come into contact with Xie Buchen may have a vague feeling about him, but people who have not come into contact with him naturally have no way of guessing.
From the very beginning, they have been paying attention to Jianchou.
After all, it’s the same door of right and wrong cause and effect, but other people’s doors are not as “shocking” as Jianchou’s.
The moment the horrifying sword mark appeared, almost everyone's eyes were directed towards Jianchou.
But I didn’t expect that the third test was not like being in the empty sea, where I could see all the scenes clearly.
The scene after the candidates entered the door became blurry. Perhaps it was because Fudaoshan didn't want the weaknesses of these new generation disciples to be exposed to everyone. This made sense both emotionally and logically.
But the more it is half-hidden, the more it arouses people's interest.
Just like at this moment, everyone couldn't help but wonder in their hearts: What kind of inner world does this female cultivator who has only become the Grand Master of Yashan in the past two years have? What has she experienced? Who is the man holding her hand
Unfortunately, there has been no further development for a long time.
Above the surface of Jiutou River.
The fisherman used the fishing rod to lightly stroke the water surface, creating ripples, but his eyes fell on the wooden door with sword marks on it. He showed a slight interest, as if he also wanted to break through the heavy fog that shrouded it and get a glimpse of the truth.
A black fish was lying in the fish basket, dragged to the side of the boat, soaking in the river water, lazily and motionless, as if it was dead.
"You want to go fishing even though you're not paying attention?"
"They are all your people. How can I bear to hook them?"
A faint laugh.
Fu Chaosheng swung the fishing rod and looked at the straight fishhook, his eyes flashing slightly.
The black fish sneered: "If you can't catch it, then you can't catch it. When did you learn to be like others and like to make excuses for yourself?"
"I caught you."
Wearing a straw raincoat, he smiled slightly, looked back at the black fish lying in the fish basket, and said lightly.
"… "
Black Fish was speechless.
With no more fish buzzing in his ears, Fu Chaosheng turned his gaze back to the sky.
The six candidates entered the six doors of right and wrong cause and effect, but they presented completely different pictures to everyone.
Northeast, left flow.
The ten-foot-long dragon tendon wrapped around his wrist had directly transformed into a dragon that leaped out and plunged into the ten-thousand-foot void.
Zuo Liu was still holding the blue notebook in his hand and a nearly worn-out brush in his mouth. He was a little confused at the moment and didn't understand what was going on.
Where is the phantom body you promised me
He blinked in confusion.
Just as he was about to move forward, he suddenly found himself seeing patches of golden light emerging in front of his eyes. The golden light was mixed with wisps of dark ink energy, which suddenly withdrew.
"Hey hey hey what the hell is this!"
The dark inky air was like wisps of eerie ghostly energy.
Zuo Liu was not very courageous and was almost frightened to death for a moment, but the next moment, his eyes widened: "My grandma!"
A wisp of ink flew out from his blue notebook, condensed into the void, and instantly turned into a living person.
Moreover, he was someone Zuo Liu had met before!
The white-haired old man is serious, but he has a red rosacea and his hairline seems to be very high, so I'm afraid he's not far from being bald.
As soon as he saw this man for the first time, Zuo Liu recognized him: "Senior Zhang Ming, the guardian elder of Wangjiang Pavilion, the 6,896th person I admire!"
"call out."
Another stream of ink flew out, and the name on the blue notebook disappeared.
This time, what emerged was a Taoist nun wearing a plain Taoist robe. She was a little plump and looked like a resentful woman. She was not easy to get along with.
Zuo Liu blurted out again: "Fairy Furong from Tianxue Tower! The nine thousand nine hundred and seventy-fifth person I admire!"
…
Streams of ink flew out one after another, names disappeared one after another, and living monks appeared one after another...
In just a few breaths, countless people with completely different expressions and forms appeared in the entire void, as if it was a temple filled with countless clay puppets. They were all the people who, after Zuo Liu had pestered them, reluctantly wrote their names in his blue notebook. They were all the people that Zuo Liu admired to the extreme!
"Phantom, you are my phantom, right?"
Looking around, there were densely packed with people, at least hundreds of monks!
Oh my god, it’s so exciting!
Zuo Liu touched the muscles of a sturdy man in front of him, and almost had the urge to close his eyes and enjoy it: "Strong man, my phantom body..."
"Bang!"
A fist as big as a sandbag landed on Zuo Liu's face the moment he leaned into the sturdy man's arms.
"puff!"
Blood spurted out immediately, and two white teeth were mixed in the bright red blood. Along with the painful side of Zuo Liu's face, it fell to the ground. Zuo Liu was knocked to the ground by this punch.
The sturdy man had a cold face and looked at Zuo Liu with almost disgust, then slowly retracted his fist.
Zuo Liu was confused: "Aren't you my phantom..."
This is completely consistent with what Fudaoshanren said before. This is what he cares about most in his heart. These people are the ones he admires the most.
Why…
Why would the "phantom body" hit him
I totally don't understand!
Zuo Liu didn't believe it, he got up from the ground and walked directly to an old lady who was leaning on a cane and looked very kind: "Grandma Shou, the junior Zuo-"
“Crack!”
The round head of the cane hit his knee the moment Zuo Liu finished speaking, making a terrifying sound that made people tremble.
Then, Zuo Liu screamed like a pig being slaughtered: "Ahhh my kneecap!!!"
He fell to his knees and screamed in pain.
Unfortunately, hundreds of people, crowded together, surrounded him in this void like dumplings, but they were all indifferent to his screams.
…
Northwest, Jiang Wenchao.
At the moment when the lawless, unpredictable and uncertain dragon vein fell into chaos, the tall hall of the Spiritual Pavilion finally appeared in front of Jiang Wenchao.
"Bao Yidian?"
As if surprised by what he saw, he frowned, and at that moment, he couldn't help but take a step forward.
Then, the scene in the hall suddenly became clear.
The teachers and leaders in the sect, each more serious than the other, sat in the hall with indifference, and all their cold gazes were cast on a figure.
There was a young man kneeling in the center of the hall, wearing a maple leaf red robe, but he no longer gave people the warm feeling he once gave.
He has a young face.
The glory of genius had completely faded from him at this moment, leaving only endless fear.
He raised his head helplessly and looked towards the hall, hoping to find a little hope from everyone's expressions.
But no.
Not at all.
Everyone looked at him with a look of indifference and disappointment that seemed to be carved out of the same mold, or perhaps they were too lazy to look anymore...
At that moment, Jiang Wenchao suddenly stiffened all over and quietly clenched his fists.
The teachers sitting in the hall seemed to have suddenly sensed Jiang Wenchao's intentions. They turned their heads and cast cold eyes on him...
Due west, Xiao Jin.
"watermelon… "
“So many watermelons, my goodness!”
…
It is simply an ocean of watermelons, with emerald green skin and patterns of varying depths, giving people a jade-like feeling.
When Xiao Jin entered the Gate of Right and Wrong Cause and Effect, he came into a huge melon field. He rushed out without hesitation, hugged this melon, patted that melon, with an expression of happiness on his face, as if he was about to faint.
"The happiest thing in the world is to be a hard-working melon farmer!"
Southwest, Playboy.
"I have never seen such a shameless person!"
"Come on, let's do it!"
"Eat meat with big mouthfuls, drink wine with big bowls, a real man should do this!"
"My strength is as great as that of a mountain and my courage is as great as that of the world..."
…
On the ground covered with bones, one sturdy man after another broke out of the earth, as if they were planted out of the ground. They patted the handsome man on the shoulder and left dirty fingerprints on his clothes embroidered with flowers.
Ugly and powerful muscles, without any sense of beauty;
The pervasive and slightly sour smell of sweat is not attractive at all;
A full beard, a mouthful of yellow-brown teeth, black nose hair that is about to stick out, and bad breath when he opens his mouth...
…
Either way, it's unbearable!
The beautiful flowers on the robe retracted their petals in fear and disgust after being touched by the hand, and so a flower that was originally in full bloom turned into a bud on the lapel of the handsome man.
Each petal is tightly closed like a fortress, protecting itself inside.
In the blink of an eye, not a single blooming flower disappeared from the gorgeous collar.
Countless hands belonging to stinky men continued to reach out to him.
The small flower pinched between the fingers finally broke and withered in an instant between the fingers of the handsome man.
That moment...
His elegant and lazy face finally darkened: "Filthy and stinky men..."
Clench your five fingers, then open them!
The handsome young man raised his hand and slapped the group of strong men in front of him, sending them flying!
"It's really an uncomfortable non-causality!"
Southeast, Xiahou She.
"From now on, you are the king of all weapons and the master of all soldiers!"
"No one in the world is your friend anymore, the whole world is your enemy!"
"You no longer need these people, nor do you need false friends. As long as you are alone, you can travel across the nineteen continents..."
…
A majestic and rampant voice echoed in the endless void, mixed with the sound of shackles swinging and colliding, which was particularly creepy.
Xiahou She stepped on the clouds, and each cloud was a strange red color.
In the desolate field below, the withered and yellow grass stretched to the sky, and the cold broken stems trembled in the wind.
Graves stand one after another in the wilderness. Each grave is a dusty weapon, waiting for someone to dig up the grave, pry open the coffin, and let them see the light of day one by one...
This was a scene he was extremely familiar with.
Xiahou She took two steps above the clouds, but something else came to his mind.
"Well, leave this monster alone!"
"It's him, it's him, it's him who did it!"
"Monster, get out!"
…
Countless insults, reproaches, and sarcasms...
"laugh."
But so what
Today, he has become the strongest of the new generation in the Demon Sealing Sword Sect, and his future is limitless. Who else dares to stand in front of him and say those rude words
If so, he would break their necks.
So what if the whole world is my enemy
The power of loneliness is something that many people envy.
Xiahou She sneered, took a step forward, and was about to go down to the field.
But at this moment, a soft white light flew out from the endless red cloud and slowly stopped in front of him. A round, snow-white bead...
…
Everyone's experience is different, and no one knows what these images mean.
They may be real or imaginary, may be the positive side of the candidate or the negative side of the candidate, may be what he desires most or what he fears most.
But for Jianchou, everything already had an answer.
That was what she should have faced, but was unwilling to face—
past.
"If you agree to him, you will fall into an endless sea of suffering, an endless hell, pain and torture. You have already suffered once, do you want to repeat the same mistake?"
The laughter of Lord Karma seemed to be right next to my ears.
But Jianchou seemed to be deaf to it.
Jianchou, let’s get married.
good.
This was her answer that year.
She thought that from now on, happiness would come and she had everything that every woman in the world dreamed of...
But the facts told her that she had just opened the door to bad luck and allowed misfortune to befall her.
Endless memories flashed through his mind, but there was no sign of abnormality on his face.
"Alas, you weak woman, your heart is wavering... Are you a hero or a coward?"
…
It was still the voice of Lord Karma, but Jianchou felt that she was a little noisy.
A cowardly woman
Where on earth had she been given such an impression
A smile suddenly appeared on Jianchou's sad face, an indescribable smile, as if it was slowly rising up towards the Lord of Karma who was somewhere unknown, and also towards Xie Buchen who was standing in front of him.
She held his cold hand, stared at his weathered face, and said, "Okay."
OK, let’s get married.
“You’re crazy!”
Lord Karma couldn't believe Jianchou's choice.
Endless karma fire suddenly surged out from the man in the dark green robe in front of him, engulfing Jianchou in an instant.
She couldn't see Xie Buchen's expression in the fire, even his outline was blurry.
All over the river, the fishing fires gradually expanded, and in an instant, the river surface was burned into a hell of fire!
The moon in the sky is blood red!
There was no trace of pain on Jianchou's face, he even looked calm and solemn.
"cowardly?"
"Where did Daojun get this misunderstanding from that made him think I was a coward?"
"… "
Lord Karma was suddenly startled.
Endless flames danced wildly, trying to pull her down and burn her to ashes.
The flesh and blood on Jianchou's body seemed to be corroded, but above his bones, a layer of faint green lotus spirit fire emerged to resist the attack.
"This is just my past, my past choices, my past answers, and everything I have experienced. At the moment I agreed to him, I was finally happy in my heart..."
"To deny the past is to deny the past self."
"Without the answers from the past, how could there be the sorrow today?"
Even if the past is too painful to look back on, there is no need to avoid it.
She can't change her past, but she can control her future.