Of course Yan Qing couldn't just sleep and shut up. Instead, he became even more aggressive and kept asking, "Why? I can't sleep. What? Doesn't what I said make sense?"
Xie Shiyi exhaled deeply and shallowly.
At this time, a tiny blue butterfly flew over and landed on Xie Shiyi's eyebrows. Yan Qing rolled his eyes, and since he had nothing to do anyway, he simply reached out and grabbed the butterfly with his fingers. In an instant, his palm also covered Xie Shiyi's eyelashes.
Xie Shiyi's body was stiff, and his tone was as cold as ice: "Let go."
Yan Qing only felt Xie Shiyi's eyelashes trembling violently, which made his palm itchy. He leaned forward and said, "Don't move. I'll help you kill the bugs."
Xie Shiyi's words sounded like he was biting ice jade into pieces: "If you don't want to be thrown into the river, let go now."
Yan Qing had been arguing with him since childhood, so there was no way she could be threatened by him. She just laughed twice.
He felt that Xie Shiyi really wanted to drown him in the river at that time, but finally held back.
In fact, it is like this between them most of the time. They hate each other with gnashing teeth, but they can do nothing about it.
Even the last time, he felt that Xie Shiyi really wanted to kill him. Of course, he was almost there.
However, ironically, when Yan Qing got his body and actually stood in front of him, Xie Shiyi could no longer hold the sword.
When we were kids and had a lot of quarrels, I always thought that when our souls separated, there would be a decisive battle between the two, and it would be either you or me.
But unexpectedly... the farewell was very quiet.
They are respectively in the place where the gods fell.
The moment he drew out the sword of no regrets, all the bones cried out in unison, and the sky was shaken with grief. Xie Shiyi had just experienced a fierce battle, his dantian was in disorder, and his spiritual power was surging. Under the overwhelming pressure, he staggered a step and half-knelt down. The sword of no regrets was inserted into the ground. He always looked like an immortal, as pure as ice and jade, and he rarely looked so embarrassed.
But Xie Shiyi just nonchalantly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, his long black hair fell on one shoulder, and then he raised his eyes and looked over indifferently.
Xie Shiyi's eyes were very beautiful, shining brightly, sinking into the depths of the dark thin ice.
Yan Qing had seen him in many different ways, angry, laughing, mean, and indifferent, but this was the first time she saw him like this... Quiet. His eyes were as quiet as a lake.
What is Xie Shiyi thinking about
Yan Qing was thinking about this question at that time.
But he knew he couldn't think too much about it. If he thought too much... he might become unable to leave.
Yan Qing had just obtained a body, and his face was covered in blood. He took a deep breath, tied his hair and turned around, without looking at Xie Shiyi again. He walked towards the exit of the burial ground without saying a word.
There was no farewell between them.
Just like their encounter, it was unpredictable.
The howling wind blew over the white bones, the wilderness was silent, and time returned to eternal night.
Yan Qing pursed her lips and thought numbly: This is good, no need to make things too ugly.
But that gaze had been following him all the time, stubbornly and motionlessly. It was so quiet yet it was like a sword, piercing deep into his soul.
The fluttering blue butterflies bring the whistling memories back and forth.
Yan Qing sighed quietly in his heart.
Bu Zhi saw the light ahead and shouted excitedly, "Hey? We are out."
Yan Qing covered its mouth and said, "Keep your voice down. This is Zixiao's secret realm. If we disturb his consciousness, we will suffer the consequences."
If you don't succeed, you're just an idiot: "What the hell is the Dongxu Secret Realm?"
Yan Qing said: "You can think of it as us being in Zixiao's memories now."
The frustrated silly bird was shocked: "What? Isn't Zixiao dead?"
Yan Qing smiled and said, "You have already reached the Void Stage and your abilities are so strong. At the end of your life, you will always want to leave something behind."
Leaving behind those memories that are enough to become a hindrance in life.
Yan Qing came here to look for Zixiao's memory of Buzhi. Although the possibility is not high, what if Buzhi appeared before Zixiao's death? People will not have a deep impression of their own death!
The Dongxu Secret Realm is ever-changing, and no one knows what will happen in the next second.
Yan Qing was feeling frustrated, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared in a rural area with smoke rising from the fields.
The sky is overcast and it's going to rain soon.
Unsuccessful: "Where is this?"
Yan Qing looked at a young man in black, wearing a straw raincoat and a hat, holding a knife, who appeared at the end of the field, and whispered, "Shut up."
The man who returned with a knife in hand on a rainy night was Zixiao.
The eighteen-year-old Zixiao walked slowly towards them, the rain dripping down his hands that were tightly holding the knife, and a stern face was revealed under the lightning and thunder.
A scar runs from the cheekbone to the corner of the mouth across his facial features.
Zixiao's right eye seemed to be injured, and its color was gray and chaotic.
He has thick eyebrows and a fierce look in his eyes, and he looks intimidating without even being angry.
Yan Qing thought that this memory would be like a movie, full of sound and emotion.
But no, it's like a silent pantomime.
He saw Zixiao holding a knife, walking into the house and killing two old people and a little girl.
Zixiao's hand holding the knife turned pale and trembled, his whole face was almost turned into substance by anger under the thunder and lightning, his eyes were red, and he was saying something at the top of his lungs.
The old men in the two rooms did not resist at all. They were stunned and shocked. When the big knife pierced their lungs, their eyes widened and the worry in their eyes even exceeded the fear.
A little girl came out of the house and was shocked to see what was happening in the courtyard. The girl was barefoot, her hair was tied into two pigtails, and there was a small mole on the tip of her nose. Her eyes were red, and she rushed over and shouted something. But Zixiao was like a demon, his anger dominated his reason, and he slashed across. In a flash of white light, the girl's head rolled into the water in the courtyard.
Bu Dezhi blinked. It was just beginning to gain wisdom and did not fully understand human emotions. "What is Zixiao doing? He is just recalling the time when he killed someone. Does he think he is so powerful?"
Yan Qing shook his head and said, "No."
He could read the lip movements and what the little girl called at the end was… “brother”.
At the age of eighteen, he killed his father and mother. After that, there was a green hill and three lonely graves.
Stick the sword into the ground and kneel for thirty years.
Dezhi stuck his head out and said, "Zixiao, what's going on?"
Yan Qing explained to him: "He must have killed his parents and sister by mistake."
I was so frustrated that I almost vomited.
Yan Qing didn't feel anything.
There are too many absurd yet real things in this world.
Yan Qing entered this secret realm not to see Zi Xiao's love, hatred, and vengeance, nor was he interested in his life. So he followed behind Zi Xiao calmly, watching Zi Xiao's fierce and impetuous life from an outsider's perspective.
Zixiao doesn't use a sword, but a knife. His knife is called "Shidui".
—The heaven is angry and powerful, and they kill everyone severely and abandon the wilderness.
Even the name of the knife reveals the meaning of "anger".
Just like Zixiao.
He is irritable and quick to anger, and kills all who are not happy.
Yan Qing thought that he could follow Zixiao all the way until he found his frustration.
Unexpectedly, it got stuck during the sixth act.
Act VI.
During a mutual visit between sects.
The green smoke from the incense burner rises to the sky, the fairy birds and cranes sing in unison, and the white mist forms a jade belt that wraps around the green mountains and clear waters.
Yu Yunzhou jumped down and a girl in a light blue dress came over. She had a graceful figure and a sweet smile.
She followed another woman in white who looked similar. She glanced at Zixiao and smiled brightly. She had a beautiful nose, red lips, and skin as white as cream. There was a mole on the tip of her nose. It was the same mole as the one on the girl who died on the rainy night.
Dezhi muttered: "Who is this woman? Why doesn't she look like a good person?"
Yan Qing couldn't help laughing: "Is this the same kind of radar?"
The young girl in the blue skirt was young and had reached the Nascent Soul stage. Although she was considered to be gifted outside, she was still slightly inferior to the nine major sects that had gathered so many talented people. The girl in white next to her was much better than her. She was already at the early stage of the Great Perfection stage at the same age.
The two are twin sisters.
The former is gentle and charming, graceful and generous; the latter is bright and lively, charming and charming. The same appearance, different styles. The two are in love with each other. One is called Mirror Like Dust, the other is called Mirror Like Jade.
Yan Qing still wants to read on.
The memories stopped.
In a flash, the entire Dongxu Secret Realm was like a snowstorm. In the picture, everyone maintained an expression of anger or laughter, their half-raised feet still stopped in the air, and their raised cups still remained in their hands.
The body was shattered in the snow particles—
Yan Qing: “…”
The Dongxu Secret Realm is ever-changing and exists in the void. It is composed of all the spiritual power of the deceased and contains the memory of the deceased's countless leaps and bounds. If you are lucky, you may even get a glimpse of the deceased's skills, instruments, and spells, and gain great opportunities.
—With such chances, could he still run into Xie Shiyi in there
After being beaten up, Bu Zhi finally stopped being so reckless. When he sensed the danger, he quickly dived into Yan Qing's sleeve.