The place where the gods fell, the wilderness is silent
"I didn't expect that you, who have Liuli Heart, would actually go this far? You know it's impossible but you still do it. Shiyi, you are risking everything now. Is it worth it?"
"I haven't thought about it."
"Will you regret it?"
The young man in red jumped down from the dragon's skeleton, and his voice was as cold as the snow that had fallen for thousands of years.
"Won't."
In fact, thinking back carefully, he and Yan Qing had never been gentle and peaceful in their relationship. At the beginning, he hated Yan Qing, hated his noisy and mean nature, and also hated his bad temper.
That person made him feel upset and disgusted from head to toe, inside and out.
But he forgot that Liulixin was emotionless and desireless, and disgust and annoyance were actually emotional fluctuations he had never experienced before.
They were probably the kind of people who could neither share happiness nor suffering. On the way to find the Soul-Separating Pearl, Yan Qing suddenly had an idea and said to him, "Xie Shiyi, after I have a body, how about we have a competition?"
Xie Shiyi didn't even bother to ask why, and coldly refused: "Not very good."
Yan Qing pinched his face with the wind, gritted her teeth and said angrily: "You can't refuse, why are you so pretentious. No, I must fight with you."
Xie Shiyi, holding the reins in one hand and the sword in the other, sensed his touch and almost fell into a ditch on the official road lined with green maple trees.
The horse's hooves were raised high, rolling up countless maple leaves.
What Yan Qing feared most was that he would be seriously injured and unconscious, and that he would suffer. He immediately said in a vigilant tone, "What are you doing? Are you taking revenge on me?!"
Xie Shiyi reined in his horse and stopped. He raised his hand to brush away the red maple leaves on his temples. He was absent-minded for a while before he whispered, "No. I am too happy to be your opponent."
Of course he didn't fight with Yan Qing.
Even until Yan Qing's death, Bu Hui Jian never attacked him once.
Seizing the Soul-Separation Orb is a very risky task, and they often encounter opponents that they cannot defeat.
Every time after Xie Shiyi was defeated, Yan Qing would stand up, under the pretext of seeking revenge for him, but in reality he was just using his body to get beaten again.
Xie Shiyi healed himself, suppressed his anger and said coldly: "Can't you just walk away if you can't win? Why are you crazy?"
Yan Qing thought silently for a while, and suddenly whispered: "I don't know, Xie Shiyi, I suddenly realized that I can't stand others bullying you."
Xie Shiyi: “…”
The stick he used to apply the medicine almost pierced directly into the wound. After Yan Qing finished speaking, he seemed to be startled and something was wrong, and he stopped talking.
Xie Shiyi closed his clothes silently, stood up from the ground with the sword in his hand, lowered his head, and used the endless darkness of the dark room to hide all his youthful thoughts.
He thought? Yan Qing liked him. And?... He also liked Yan Qing.
These emotions that are about to become clear seem to only need the most appropriate time to be made clear.
But he never found the opportunity until his death.
The first sight of the reunion in Shifang City, Yan Qing was standing on the city wall, the red lines between his fingers blending into the same color as his blood-stained clothes, he raised his glass and looked over with a smile from afar.
"Young City Lord!"
"Young City Lord!"
There were all kinds of shouting all around. The green mist obscured the world of sin, and the moment Yan Qing leaned over and approached him, Xie Shiyi felt that his whole body was trembling and cold, and the pain made his breathing a little disordered.
He felt this kind of pain all the time for the next hundred years.
Yan Qing and Huai Mingzi died together.
When Xie Shiyi woke up from the Red Lotus Pavilion, he couldn't really describe his feelings at the time. The pain from being shattered was so severe that it made him a little fuzzy-conscious. He thought it would be good for him to just die like this.
But he did not die, he returned to Xiaoyu Palace.
During the hundred years of seclusion in Xiaoyu Palace, Xie Shiyi initially planned to forget Yan Qing, just like the young man who stood in the snow all night. He turned around with his sword in hand, telling himself to start over.
But he couldn't forget.
After coming out of seclusion, the first place Xie Shiyi went to was the Nandou Temple at the bottom of the Cangwang Sea. It was also there that he discovered the so-called method of changing one's fate.
Yan Qing does not belong to this world. The only way to bring him back to life is to use God as an altar.
The nine gods and Buddhas have fallen, and now the last remaining god in the world is the Devil.
He needs the devil to guide his soul.
He needs to revive the demon.
He even found a body for Yan Qing to revive. When Huichun Sect passed the Nandou token to Wangqing Sect, Xie Shiyi actually knew about it.
The master thought this was too absurd and didn't even ask for his opinion. However, Xie Shiyi lowered his eyes and played with the tassel of the sword. In the bright lights, he calmly said to the master: "Bring the people to Yuqing Peak."
The master looked up in astonishment, wanting to say something but not asking. If he really asked why, Xie Shiyi would not hide it. Even if Yan Qing asked, he would tell the truth. From the moment Yan Qing dripped blood on the token and ignored the warning of the Heavenly Dao, and insisted on linking the cause and effect with him, the deal began.
Xie Shiyi agreed to exchange a hundred years of wealth and glory for a body with a similar fate.
Yan Qing looked exactly like Yan Qing. When he first saw that person at Yuqing Peak, he was slightly distracted for a moment.
So similar.
It was not until she heard the young man anxiously and expectantly call out "husband" that Xie Shiyi came back to her senses. She turned her head and smiled softly, silently repeating the two words sarcastically in her heart, "husband?"
He seldom stayed at Yuqing Peak. Most of the time he was in Xiaoyu Palace, listening to his subordinates report on matters of the Ninth Heaven.
Starting with Zixiao's death, various forces are like dormant beasts, ready to move and extend their claws.
The Liuguang Sect lobbied various countries in the mortal world to build prisons/confinement chambers; Jing Ruyu frequently sent people in and out of the South City auction house; the earth-level sacred object "Bodhi Seed" in the Astrology Building was stolen; the Qin family made a big fuss and created Meicheng in the Demon Realm, and Weisheng Xinglan rose from the ground to establish the "Meat Forest" in the Canghai Realm.
He was in Xiaoyu Palace, listening to his subordinates cautiously asking about the next plan. The hand holding the pen paused, and his cold eyes fell to a distant place.
In the snowy Merlin, when Xie Shiyi first saw Bai Xiaoxiao, he saw the web of fate that had formed in the first year of Jinghong through his uneasy expression.
Few people dared to act and seduce so poorly in front of him.
Xie Shiyi lowered his eyes and looked at him quietly.
It's not that he doesn't understand human love. On the contrary, he looked at Bai Xiaoxiao as if he was looking at a cicada that was wrapping itself in a cocoon and seeking death. When he drank that bowl of porridge at the age of four, the drop of blood coagulated on his dantian, like a shaky sword.
But this sword is mutual.
After Bai Xiaoxiao entered the world of cultivation, he had ordinary qualifications and status, just like the beginning of all the legends in the "street stories". However, Xie Shiyi personally promoted the progress of this ups and downs legend outside the Nine Heavens.
When Bai Xiaoxiao made an enemy and was trapped in the Astrology Tower by a prank, Xie Shiyi went forward alone in the name of saving him and found out the truth about the "Bodhi Seed".
This time, the owner of the Astrology Tower discovered, when calculating destiny, that the so-called Earth-level sacred object was actually the limbs of the god. Driven by ambition, he swallowed it up.
Xie Shiyi leaned over and took out the "Bodhi seed" from his chest, and saw a bleeding heart.
Four hundred and eighty temples are trying to gather all the nightmares in the world and revive the devil, while Bai Xiaoxiao is the Wangchuan. These two lines are parallel and will not converge until the end.
For Bai Xiaoxiao, after entering the world of cultivation, all her experiences were full of dangers, excitement and interest.
Although he never thought about why his practice went so smoothly.
When he joined the Hehuan Sect, he could directly practice dual cultivation with the Young Palace Master Yan Lexin; when he got to know Yin Wuwang again, he accidentally got the token to enter Yuqing Peak; when he heard noises in his ears and his mind was not pure, someone guided him to go to the Astrology Tower to purify his mind; when he lacked experience, someone told him that the Meat Forest of Zijinzhou was the best place for trial.
Even the high and mighty Master of the Fuhua Sect, who had been so arrogant and elegant, was caught by him after he had made so many difficulties and looked down upon him. The twin mirrors were shattered, and there was no way back.
At the Qingyun Conference, Bai Xiaoxiao's identity as a demon was also exposed by Xie Shiyi.
He needs Lan Xize to notice this.
After being stranded in the barrier city, Xie Shiyi got the Bixi Pearl as he wished. When Bai Xiaoxiao tearfully begged him to bleed to save the people in the city, Xie Shiyi looked at the demon nightmare running wildly in Bai Xiaoxiao's body with cold eyes.
The barrier city is an important step for Sibaibashi Temple. He doesn't mind adding fuel to the fire, nor does he mind speeding up Bai Xiaoxiao's "growth".
Back at Yuqing Peak, Yan Qing was about to die. In fact, to Xie Shiyi, this "nominal Taoist companion" was just a stranger. Even though they looked almost identical, he was unwilling to see Yan Qing through him.
Snow fell on the strings of the zither, and Yan Qing knelt down in front of him like a madman.
When Xie Shiyi lowered his eyes to look at people, his eyelashes were covered with snow, and there was always a kind of distant divine look in his eyes.
Yan Qing cried and said, "Husband, I am about to die, please save me."
Please save me.
Xie Shiyi's fingers plucked the strings of the zither, thinking absentmindedly: Back then at the Red Lotus Pavilion, Yan Qing, why didn't you ask me for help
Under the influence of the Breath-Avoiding Pearl, Lan Xize and Bai Xiaoxiao were both injured and swallowed by it.
Xie Shiyi himself was also seriously injured at the bottom of the sea, walking towards the end alone.
Everyone thought he was dead.
But he just returned to the place where the gods fell.
"You want to use the demon god as a soul guide. But if you kill the demon god, you will die too. So what's the point of reviving the person?"
In fact, Xie Shiyi had no answer to the question asked by Emperor Nan Dou.
He lowered his eyes, thought for a moment and said nonchalantly: "This life is meaningless, so let's look forward to the next one."
It's better than being torn apart and having no thought at all.
From the moment Wuqing Dao was destroyed, Xie Shiyi has been in pain.
A cold, trembling pain spread throughout my limbs and bones.
In order to reduce the pain, he would often use the perspective of a bystander, detach himself from his body, and examine all his actions.
After all the planning, he ended up setting up a dead end for himself. It's really stupid.
Emperor Nandou asked him if it was worth it, but Xie Shiyi had never thought about this question. He had seen many separations and deaths, all of which were heartbreaking and heartbreaking. It seemed that all the sincere love and hate in the world must be watered with tears and blood to appear precious and affectionate.
But he didn't.
When Yan Qing died, he felt nothing. Perhaps he was dazed for a moment, but that dazed feeling was quickly drowned out by the heart-breaking pain, and he didn't even shed tears.
He felt pain all the time, but it was not heartbreaking.
Sometimes, he even hated Yan Qing a lot.
Without Yan Qing, he could learn to fly the sword and enter the immortal platform even if he fell a few more times; without Yan Qing, he could get through the Youjue Prison by counting stones; without Yan Qing, he would not feel sad on the road of Chunshui Taohua.
But there is such a person in his life, making him seem to always hear a familiar voice in every rain in the future.
"Xie Shiyi, don't look, don't look back."
In Xiaoyu Palace, when the Demon-Slaying Formation was restarted with Liuli Heart as the center of the formation, Xie Shiyi turned pale and half-knelt down.
Endless flying snow was circling above the sky of the Xiaoyu Palace. At this moment, even breathing was painful for him.
The demon god looked crazy and attacked him like crazy, but his legs were bound by the shackles transformed from the way of heaven, and his body fell heavily to the snow.
"It's you, right? It's you. Xie Shiyi!"
The demon god Baiskeletal's ten fingers were convulsing as he inserted them into the soil, and he was furious.
"It was you who asked Bai Xiaoxiao to come to Nanzezhou, and it was also you who asked him to come to Xiaoyu Palace."
After thinking through the causes and consequences, the demon god laughed out loud: "What an idiot! Hahahaha, the love nightmare itself is trapped by desire."
When the demon's soul was about to be shattered, the breath he exhaled was black smoke.
At this moment, hatred filled his eyes.
"I only thought that Bai Xiaoxiao could control people's desires, but I forgot that he was originally driven by unrequited love. He can control others, and others can control him."
The demon spoke each word, his pronunciation trembling.
"Even just imagining it. You don't have to do anything. He's alone there, just imagining it, and it's heartbreaking and self-defeating."
"It turns out that you are the one who is best at playing with people's hearts. What a heartless and desireless Liuli Heart!"
Upon hearing this, Xie Shiyi closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing, his fingers tightly grasping the Nan Dou token in his sleeves.
The sky was clear and the earth was quiet. The demon god raised his head. On his decayed face, only a pair of eyes were bright green. "You resurrected me, and then? Killed me again. Xie Shiyi, what on earth do you want to do?"
Xie Shiyi rarely looked embarrassed, but at this moment, his black hair was dyed with snow, and his clothes were stained with blood and dust. He looked like a cold moon from the sky that had fallen into the human world. He said calmly, "The troubled times started because of me, so naturally, I should end it too."
The demon was furious: "It's come to this point, and you are still pretending to be a good person in front of me!"
Xie Shiyi looked at the demon god with a pair of cold blue eyes, and said lightly: "I want your life."
He was very fragile now, and his voice was very soft, but his words sounded like thunder in the ears of the demon.
Countless people deliberately resurrected Him for fame, profit, love, or hatred, but only this madman resurrected Him in order to kill Him.
The wind and snow are getting stronger.
“No, Xie Shiyi…” The devil’s face changed drastically at the last moment. His green eyes looked anxiously at Xie Shiyi and said, “You can’t kill me! I can give you whatever you want!”
Xie Shiyi looked at Him quietly.
The demon god suddenly thought of Yan Qing and became excited: "Xie Shiyi, do you still remember Yan Qing?"
Xie Shiyi didn't move, his eyes were as quiet as a lake with falling snow.
Liuli's heart was shattered, and blood was flowing from all his orifices. His eye sockets were a blinding red, and his ears were filled with cold liquid.
I didn't expect that at the last moment of my life, I would be mentioned in this way.
He was too weak, so he didn't hear the last words that the demon said with all his might.
"You must remember that Yan Qing died with me just for you!"
boom!
The wind and snow on the Demon Slaying Formation twisted with time! The nightmare that was once again condensed in the "cauldron" once again collapsed and separated, scattering in the vast world.
As a sacrifice to the demon god, a ray of white light fell straight down from the center of the sky and landed on his palm.
Condensed in that token.
"Duwei!"
"Your Majesty!"
"Thank you Ying!"
Xie Shiyi heard a lot of voices, but he didn't want to pay attention to them. A light golden light fell from the sky, gentle and intimate, like the favor of heaven... But people like him should go to hell.
Xie Shiyi laughed mockingly, holding the sword of no regrets, and walked back into the mountain in front of him.
The moment the door closed, darkness covered his cloud-like red clothes, leaving the world empty.
There was no sound in the empty world except for the sound of his own footsteps.
His final destination was the Red Lotus Mirage Land.
He had conceived a baby here a hundred times, a thousand times, and ten thousand times, and finally he could only wake up by deceiving himself.
How to describe this obsession
In the end? He couldn't even remember what Yan Qing looked like.
I don't know whether it's more hatred, more resentment, or more regret. The long and endless years were quiet and lonely, and the only thing that accompanied him was the snow in the Xiaoyu Palace.
There will never be someone lying behind him, covering his eyes to play a prank, with their fingertips trembling more violently than his eyelashes.
Obviously their hearts were in their throats, but at the most awkward age: one pretended to be nonchalant and talked nonsense, while the other pretended to be indifferent and turned his head away.
"Xie Shiyi, Xie Shiyi..."
The mirage confused his mind, and when his consciousness was most blurred, he seemed to hear Yan Qing's voice again.
A quiet, worried voice came from the silent sea, where there were no plants, no animals, no fish, no grass, no bugs, only the two of them.
Yan Qing's voice seemed a little nervous, but he pretended to be calm and frank.
"Xie Shiyi, the Soul-Separation Pearl is really useful. The moment you fell into the sea, it was completely shattered, and then I came out. But I don't have a body now..."
Oh, it turned out to be the first time I fell into the sea.
He wrapped his arms around Yan Qing's neck, buried his head, and leaned obediently against his shoulders and neck. He felt so much pain that his bones were shaking and cold, and his heart felt like it was about to break.
"Xie Shiyi, Xie Shiyi?"
"Xie Shiyi, are your injuries serious?"
Well, it is very heavy.
He whispered, "Yan Qing, I'm about to die."
Yan Qing couldn't hear this in his dream, and continued, "Don't be afraid, Xie Shiyi, we'll be there soon. Do you want to have a good sleep and rest first?"
Xie Shiyi rested his chin on his shoulder and smiled softly.
His reaction on the other side of time was also laughter.
So Yan Qing asked, "What are you laughing at?"
He closed his eyes and said tiredly, "Nothing."
He buried his face in Yan Qing's back, the wet and cool hair brushed his cheek, like a kiss across time and space. At the beginning, he mistook the tear that was about to fall for blood, and now it fell from his eyelashes and shattered in the sea without echo, and no one knew.
In fact, there is no need to explore the deeper meaning.
How can it have so much meaning
This situation that pushed himself into a dead end step by step, this scheming without reason, this obsession that neither the world nor he understood, in the final analysis, he just wanted to see you one more time.
Just one look is enough...
"Do you still want him back?"
Xie Shiyi never thought of himself as a good person. He was in charge of life and death in Xiaoyu Palace, judged order, killed countless people, and stained countless blood. But this was the first time he felt a little sad at a funeral.
When the rain fell, it even made him a little dazed.
He was at the end of the crowd, quietly looking at the child holding someone's hand.
So this is what Yan Qing looked like when he was a child.
He walked out of the bizarre sea of blood from another world, but when he saw the boy for the first time, the murderous intent in his eyes disappeared and a slight smile appeared on his face, with the corners of his lips raised.
…very cute.
... was ten thousand times cuter than he had imagined.
The slanting wind and drizzle wet the grass, and the irises in front of the tombstone swayed slightly.
At one point, Yan Qing looked back in surprise, but because he was too short, he couldn't find him. His clear black eyes blinked, and in the end, he could only turn his head away in confusion with nothing.
Xie Shiyi couldn't help but turned his head and laughed. He was the first one to leave the crowd.
The Nan Dou token in his hand was cut in half on his palm, but he still did not step forward to complete the last step.
As I turned to leave, I heard a clear conversation in the distant rain.
Men and women are kind, enthusiastic, and full of compassion.
"Qingqing, we are a family from now on. Tell your uncle what you want."
"Qingqing, your aunt has prepared a new bedroom for you and moved all the toys and books from your previous room here. I have the key to your old room. Whenever you want to go back and visit, your aunt will accompany you."
Finally, he heard the boy's voice, very small and soft, like a lonely baby animal saying, "Okay."
Xie Shiyi stepped into the mist and rain.
He couldn't stay in the other world for long, so he put the token into his sleeve and returned to the mountain where he was in seclusion.
When the lamp went out and the oil ran out, Xie Shiyi sat on the red lotus, looking at the white hair in his palm with gloomy eyes, surprised at his final awakening of conscience. He laughed at himself, closed his eyes, suppressed all his violent and cruel desires, and leaned against the wall with a pale face.
—"Isn't it just hatred? But Xie Shiyi, what else can there be between you and me?"
—"Take a nap first, Xie Shiyi. When you wake up, everything will be over."
Emperor Nandou asked him, "Why?"
Xie Shiyi said: "He went home."
In fact, this obsession that lasted throughout his life was nothing more than his own sin and calamity.
There is no real deep affection.
There was no heart-wrenching pain, no life-and-death struggle. From an outsider's perspective, perhaps he felt that eternal life was too boring, so he directed and acted out a show to end it all.