Zixiao’s memory was of a fairy banquet.
There are tens of millions of petals among the lush green mountains, like snow blown by the wind.
Xie Shiyi walked down from the high platform, his black hair falling like silk and his sleeves like clouds.
He has reached the peak of the Spirit Transformation Realm and can control even the secret realm at will, making it easy for him to stop the time inside.
The feast was filled with joy. The sisters of the Jing family had long hair and were extremely beautiful, while the immortal guests around them toasted each other and chatted happily.
However, the corners of Xie Shiyi's snow-white clothes were not stained with dust, and wherever he walked, the illusion disappeared inch by inch.
Yan Qing: “…”
He just recalled the events of Black Water Marsh and God's Falling Land in his previous life.
When I see Xie Shiyi again now, I can't help but sigh in my heart that Xie Shiyi has indeed changed a lot.
When Xie Shiyi was a child, he was even colder and less fond of smiling than he is now, but at that time he was more like an awkward and proud wolf cub. He deliberately put on cold thorns, and although he had a stern face, you could tell his lively joys, sorrows, anger and happiness in his heart.
As we grow up, this alienation disintegrates directly from the surface and penetrates deep into the soul.
You can no longer understand his thoughts.
Yan Qing's eyes fell on the No Regrets Sword in his hand. The No Regrets Sword was an ancient divine weapon, shining brightly and gleaming as cold as frost.
Xie Shiyi said calmly: "Is it you?"
Yan Qing was stuck for a second, then his mind raced and he thought of the script - he was stunned for a moment, then hope flashed in his eyes, tears welled up in his eyes, and he cried with joy: "Yes, yes, it's me! Du Wei, it's great to see you here, I thought I was going to die here."
Xie Shiyi was very indifferent to his pretense of madness and asked, "How did you get in?"
Yan Qing pretended to squeeze out tears, and took out the frustration from her sleeve, saying bitterly: "I am miserable, Immortal Venerable. I was dragged in here by this beast. I got lost, and I wandered around here aimlessly, and then I found that I couldn't get out! I am so angry!"
Unsuccessful: “…”
I am not satisfied but I dare not speak out!!!
Ever since it learned that the person in front of it was called Xie Ying, it wished it were a stone.
Xie Shiyi put away his sword, lowered his eyes, and glanced at the master and servant with a cold gaze. He said nothing and continued walking forward.
Yan Qing remembered his character and followed him with frustration: "Wait for me, Immortal Master, please don't leave me here alone, Immortal Master, let's go now.
How do you get out?"
Xie Shiyi entered the Dongxu Secret Realm, apparently to look for something.
The way a big shot like him walks through the Dongxu Secret Realm is completely different from Yan Qing.
Yan Qing's cultivation is currently low, so he can only follow Zixiao's memories one by one, relying purely on luck to find the right place.
But Xie Shiyi is not.
He was cold and strong, and would shatter any memories he didn't want.
Yan Qing: “…”
So cruel.
Is this the gap
Yan Qing asked knowingly: "Immortal Lord, is this the way out?"
Xie Shiyi ignored him.
Yan Qing stopped talking, holding Buzhi in his arms and looking around.
The following memories are all about Zixiao's experience of slaying demons and eliminating monsters. Zixiao is irritable and impatient, and he often uses his sword to slay all the injustices in the world. He slays the disloyal, the unjust, the unkind, and the unwise. He acts vigorously and vigorously, hates evil as much as he hates it, and is as fierce as fire and wind.
Such a iron-blooded and majestic man, perhaps the only silent concession he made was given to the woman in the light blue dress.
Yan Qing also found out her identity later.
The woman in the blue skirt is named Jing Ruyu. She is the youngest daughter of the leader of the Fuhua Sect and has a twin sister named Jing Ruchen.
The two parts of Zixiao's memories that Xie Shiyi read in full were both related to Jing Ruyu.
There is no unforgettable love, just two rains.
The first rain, Jing Ruyu held an oil-paper umbrella and stood in front of Zixiao's cave. The edge of her dress was embroidered with a circle of pure white embroidery, and the mist made her sleeves look like floating flowers on the green waves. Jing Ruyu's slender white fingers held the umbrella handle, and her body trembled slightly, like a leaf drifting in the wind.
She was talking to herself, her teeth chattering, "Senior, my mother scolded me again today."
"Mother said that I had evil intentions and never put my mind into cultivation. She slapped me in the face and loudly insulted me in front of all the elders in the sect, making me lose face in front of countless people."
"But I don't know what I did wrong. What's wrong with me?!"
"I practiced day and night, and never dared to slack off for a moment. Just because I am inferior in qualifications and talent to my sister, does that mean all my efforts are a joke?"
As Jing Ruyu spoke, her eyes turned red.
"Why? Why?"
"Why is there such a big gap just because I was born a little later?"
"She, Jing Ruchen, is the future leader of Fuhua Sect, a highly respected daughter of heaven. People praise her for her gentleness, generosity, elegance and propriety. But I am just a clown in Fuhua Sect. My mother and the elders all think that I cannot compare to her. Jing Ruchen, Jing Ruchen, why is she so good! Why do I have to suffer this kind of torture? Why?!"
There were many green maple trees in front of Zixiao's cave. The maple trees were so green that the leaves were dripping with crystal raindrops, which dripped onto her hair. Her eyes were full of scarlet. "Wow", she threw away the umbrella in her hand and knelt in the green maple forest, her thin body like a butterfly in the rain.
"Senior..."
Jing Ruyu sobbed softly.
"Senior, please help me, please help me. I am really desperate and don't know what to do. I don't have anyone I can trust in Fuhua Sect. My mother and the elders don't like me. Senior... Senior... please help me."
This is Zixiao's memory, so it is seen from Zixiao's perspective. He stood in the cave, silently watching the girl crying in the rain, watching her crying with her face covered, her black hair loose, so fragile and pitiful.
The moment she looked up, the drizzle slid across the tiny mole on the tip of her nose, exactly the same as the old person in my memory.
Even the pitiful, trembling voice of the girl overlapped with the crisp smile of her sister in her memory.
The little girl with two pigtails and clear eyes would run barefoot towards him in the mountains and fields covered with green maples. Her eyes were full of admiration, her laughter was as soft as a silver bell, and she would call him "brother".
He had been holding a knife for years, and his hands were full of calluses. He was afraid of hurting the child's delicate skin, so he would often clumsily wrap it with his sleeves before daring to touch her face.
"elder brother."
— "Senior..."
"Brother, you are finally back."
—"Senior, please help me!"
Zixiao suddenly opened his eyes, with mad pain surging in his eyes. He looked ferocious and taciturn, and the scars on his face were like the roots of his body. He was like an evil ghost from childhood to adulthood, and everyone was afraid of him. Only his family did not show fear and disgust towards him, and showed him a warm smile.
But such warmth was destroyed by his own hands.
On the night he killed his father and mother and butchered his family, it seemed as if his soul had been cut into pieces by himself. After that, every rainy night, the bone-chilling coldness seeped into his bones through the thousands of holes.
He carried the monument on his back all his life.
A bloody nightmare that you can never get out of in your lifetime.
The green maple leaves on the tree were knocked down and floated to the ground.
Jing Ruyu was still crying with her face covered. Suddenly, she saw a pair of black boots embroidered with purple thunderclouds through the gaps between her fingers. She was stunned, and her crying gradually stopped. She slowly loosened her hands and raised her head in the forest of green maples in the drizzle and wind. Her eyes were full of surprise and joy: "Senior..."
Zixiao didn't say anything. When he had no expression on his face, he looked ferocious like a killer, and his eyes were intimidating without anger. His gaze towards Jing Ruyu was cold, without a trace of love or hate, and he never looked through her to see anyone.
But he just walked out, like a zombie.
Jing Ruyu happily stood up from the mud, stretched out her hand and grabbed Zixiao's sleeve tightly. The grievance in her eyes had not yet dissipated, but a strong hatred was already flowing out.
She acted like a little girl and acted like a spoiled child to her brother: "Senior, please help me."
"Please help me kill that vicious woman named Tianqiao from Fuhua Sect."
"She looked down on me, she despised me, she wanted me to go to hell - if she didn't die, I would be the one to die in the future. Senior, please help me, please save me."
"Senior, please help me."
"senior?"
"senior!"
-elder brother!!!
A piece of green maple leaf broke into pieces and shattered in the air.
The rain fell to no avail, and the scene froze at the last moment when Jing Ruyu leaned over and pulled his sleeve.
The green maple leaves in the forest were silent. Zixiao was holding the knife, and his back looked like a rusty knife, dull and quiet.
Yan Qing felt quite sad.
He was just a poor Qi training period, but he was able to personally experience the love, hatred, and vengeance of these influential figures of the nine major sects. It was really thanks to Xie Shiyi. If he was thrown into Nanzezhou alone, he would probably have to start as an entry-level disciple. He couldn't even see Jing Ruyu once, so how could he know these secret past events
Bu Zhi popped his head out and asked curiously, "No, aren't this woman and her sister very close? They were holding hands and getting off the flying boat together earlier."
Yan Qing thought to himself: Silly bird, you don’t know this, there are so many complicated relationships in the world.
Yan Qing held the bat, tilted his head, and looked quietly at Xie Shiyi.
Xie Shiyi stood aside holding the Unrepentant Sword, looking from the side, his eyelashes were like crow feathers, and his nose was as high as a jade mountain. His eyes fell on Jing Ruyu across the green maple forest, with a long-accustomed condescending posture and eyes, cold, careless, and dangerous.
Yan Qing was surprised to find that Xie Shiyi's eyelashes were a little longer than when he was a child.
Before he had time to take a closer look, his eyes suddenly met with Xie Shiyi's.
Xie Shiyi asked, “Have you finished reading it?”
Yan Qing:
"I've finished reading it." Yan Qing swallowed his saliva, remembered his character setting, and immediately tried to make up for it: "Immortal Venerable, where is this place? Who are these two people?"
Xie Shiyi held the sword and asked him calmly, "What are you looking for?"
Yan Qing has learned his lesson. Now when chatting with Xie Shiyi, no matter how relaxed the atmosphere is, he dare not take it lightly. He pretends to be dumb and says, "Ah? Are you asking me, Immortal Venerable? I must have found a way out when I came in. I am really worried about not being able to find the way out."
Xie Shiyi paused and looked back at him. In fact, Xie Shiyi would involuntarily look at everyone with a little scrutiny, probably a habit brought about by living in Xiaoyu Palace for a long time. There was a thin layer of ice floating in Liuli's dark eyes, hiding infinite danger.
Yan Qing was so nervous that he lost focus on the strength of his hand that was pulling on Bu Dezhi's wings. Bu Dezhi was in so much pain that his eyes almost popped out.
Xie Shiyi stood quietly in the drizzle under the green maples. He seemed to smile, but the smile shattered in the ice and snow, and his tone was cold.
"You think I won't kill you?"
Yan Qing's face turned pale and he stammered, "What? Immortal Lord, you, you, you want to kill me?"
Xie Shiyi looked at him expressionlessly, then turned away, leaving behind only the collapsed and shattered illusion.
The entire green maple forest in front of Zixiao Cave Mansion turned into smoke with a "boom" as he left, and the maple leaves fell from the branches with a whistling sound. Yan Qing didn't want to be drowned by the green rain, so he could only follow quickly with frustration.
Yan Qing cursed in his heart.
He didn't even dare to speak loudly here, but Xie Shiyi just went and destroyed everything he went to. Is this the willfulness of the strong? He was so jealous that he gritted his teeth.
The second rain of memories is also about Jing Ruyu. After his parents died, Zixiao was like a silent killing weapon. He was not close to his master, lived in his own world, holding a big knife, carrying a stone tablet, and walking around the world.
The reason why Jing Ruyu appeared in his life was purely because of the mole on the tip of her nose.
This time when Jing Ruyu arrived, she seemed to be in a very good mood. She was still wearing a light blue dress, but she no longer pretended to hold an umbrella, which made me feel even more pitiful.
The rain dripped from the green eaves like broken threads.
She walked lightly, like a jade lotus, through the corridors, with her jewelry ringing. She put on makeup today, and her beauty was even more stunning.
Jing Ruyu stood in front of Zixiao's door. She didn't knock, but just stood outside the door and shouted with a smile.
"senior."
Zixiao never liked to negotiate with her. He sat in the house, the candlelight dimly illuminating a sitting figure on the window paper, motionless.
Jing Ruyu had already expected that he would shut her out and was not surprised at all.
"Senior, I came to say goodbye to you."
She stretched out her slender white hand and traced something on the door.
The nails were painted with bright red nail polish, and with every move, it seemed as if blood and sword shadows were rising and falling.
Jing Ruyu smiled slightly: "Thank you for your care and help over the years."
"In three days, I will become the next leader of Fuhua Sect, and I will not trouble you like this anymore."
When she mentioned this matter, she rested her forehead against the door and smiled to herself, her eyes moving around as if she was sighing or feeling relieved.
"Not long ago, the Xuanji Hall of Fuhua Gate caught fire."
"My sister was trapped inside, and the Red Spirit Sky Fire blinded her and burned her legs. Her dantian was destroyed, and she can no longer practice."
"My sister felt that she was already a useless person and unworthy of the position of the sect leader. She took the initiative to abdicate and let me take over."
"Senior, tell me, is this the unpredictable nature of life? Although I am jealous of my sister, I never thought that she would end up like this. Although everyone in the sect compares me to her, my sister has always been very good to me."
"When I saw her sitting in a wheelchair, I felt bad too."
As she spoke, her voice suddenly softened. The ambition that had been growing wildly in her eyes seemed to be extinguished by the wind like a prairie fire, leaving only heavy ashes. She lowered her head and looked at her nails, her expression dim in the ever-changing candlelight.
The sound of raindrops falling from the green eaves and black tiles onto the steps is crisp and melodious, one after another.
Tick.
Tick.
It seems like it will continue to drip until dawn.
Jing Ruyu was silent for a long time, muttering to herself: "The fire in Xuanji Palace that night was really big..."
"Fortunately, it's all over."
Jing Ruyu's voice was scattered in the wind. Her fingers left the window and she tidied her hair, suppressing the emotions that were revealed inadvertently. She was graceful in a blue dress. When she looked up again, it was the bright and pretty girl again. She stood with her hands behind her back and smiled, "Senior, after today's farewell, we may meet again in a different identity. I hope you take care of yourself."
Jing Ruyu turned and left, just as she stepped onto the first step.
Zixiao, who was in the house, suddenly spoke up.
"Mirror like jade." He called her name, his voice was hoarse and stiff, as dry as a rusty sword, but he still spoke.
Zixiao said: "You have evil intentions, and you will regret it one day."
Jing Ruyu remained silent, without even turning her head, and smiled faintly: "Unrighteous intentions, senior, what is a righteous intention? Is it like you?"
"I heard that you accidentally killed your parents when you were eighteen."
"You cut off the heads of all the evildoers, and people hold a grudge against you. They take revenge on you, use magic to guide you, use words to confuse you - make you think your family members have been murdered, make you think that all the relatives in the house are transformed by demons."
"So you came home with a knife in your hand, furious - you killed your father, your mother, and chopped off your sister's head."
She changed the subject and asked calmly, "Do you regret it?"
Zixiao suddenly roared: "Mirror like jade!!"
Jing Ruyu smiled sarcastically, stretched out her hand, caught the raindrops falling from the eaves, and looked up at the gray rainy sky: "I heard that your sister also has a mole on the tip of her nose?"
"Senior, how ridiculous! In order to make up for the mistake you made in killing your relatives, and to atone for your sins, you are willing to become a knife in the hands of someone like me just because of a mole. Who is more pathetic between us?"
"With a life like yours, what qualifications do you have to persuade me to turn back?"
"Mirror like jade!" Zixiao's eyes were red, and he attacked suddenly, his voice as loud as thunder: "—Get out!"
A gust of wind whistled out of the window, carrying with it a violent storm and great anger, and fell directly on Jing Ruyu! She staggered back two steps, her face suddenly turned pale, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth. Zixiao was a perfect cultivator in the Void Stage, and he was an important strong man in the world. His attack made Jing Ruyu, who was only in the Nascent Soul Stage at that time, feel that her internal organs were torn apart alive.
Jing Ruyu covered her chest and groaned heavily. She stood in front of the steps, slowly raised her head, and said solemnly to the closed door: "Zixiao, I am telling you these words because I thank you for your help over the years. If you continue to be stubborn, I don't think you will understand your mistakes until you die."
She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and said, "That's all I have to say. From now on, I will never come to see you again."
The dress as beautiful as a mirror went into the rain, but she took two steps and then stopped.
She looked down at Qingfeng lying on the ground, her jet-black eyelashes gleaming in the rain, and she remained silent.
The green maple trees were knocked to the ground by the rain and formed a long road. They fluttered in the wind, flying towards the past that could never be returned to, and towards the hometown in the past.
Jing Ruyu stood in the rain, her voice as light as the rain and fog today: "Zixiao. If treating me as your sister can make you feel less sinful, then so be it."
She smiled sarcastically, turned around in the maple forest, and looked at the closed door. She was wearing a blue skirt, with a beautiful face and a beautiful mole on the tip of her nose.
Jing Ruyu was silent for a moment, then said, "Brother, thank you."
Qing Feng rolled up the soul thread of his old friend, and the voice of the next leader of Fuhua Sect was very soft, as if it came from outside the world.
She said.
"Brother, I forgive you."
Brother, I forgive you.
Zixiao, who was sitting in seclusion inside the door, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
Spiritual energy is running wild and internal energy is backfiring.
The house was splattered with blood!
He propped himself up on the mat, his black hair falling down to cover his ferocious face. For a long time, in the quiet room, there was only crazy and hoarse heavy breathing, accompanied by a desperate and painful laugh, and he was in a daze, as if he was crazy.
The window that he had just opened was slapping against the wind.
A piece of green maple leaf blew in through the window from outside and landed on the back of his hand.
The flying leaves carry the damp smell of rain.
Zi Xiao's teeth trembled as he looked at the leaf. The edge of the maple leaf was sharp and uneven, like a thin knife, carving an indelible scar on his soul.
My parents gave me green maple roots, I don’t remember how many times they fell.
At that time, I embroidered flowers on my clothes with my hands, but now they have turned into ash and are no longer wearable.
It was only after Yan Qing read Zixiao's life story that she realized that the knife he used was not a sword.
Previously in the prison, every word of Zixiao was filled with anger and pressure, which made people's ears numb. Yan Qing just thought he was a hot-tempered old man. Although the facts proved that Zixiao was indeed a hot-tempered old man - he hated evil as much as the wind, and was furious and ferocious, but if it weren't for the various pasts in the Dongxu Secret Realm, no one would know what kind of burden was hidden behind that anger.
Such a person... What kind of mood was he in before he died, giving the token and the power to Bai Xiaoxiao
While Yan Qing was lost in thought, Xie Shiyi had already walked forward.
He hurriedly ran forward with frustration: "Hey Immortal Venerable, please walk slower, wait for me!"
Xie Shiyi had no interest in Zixiao's love, hatred and emotions during his lifetime.
Yan Qing even felt that even in the confrontation in the rain just now, Xie Shiyi's eyes were just coldly examining Jing Ruyu. When hearing about the fire in Xuanji Hall of Fuhua Gate, Xie Shiyi seemed to smile, very lightly and vaguely, with no clear meaning. However, that distant smile was fleeting.
The emotions Xie Shiyi expressed towards these two people were probably not as much as when he asked him questions just now.
"Immortal Lord, where are we going?"
When Xie Shiyi said "investigate the matter", he really just meant it as an investigation.
It crushed countless memories of Zixiao and finally stopped at a mirror palace.
He is the leader of the Immortal Alliance, in charge of judging and killing. He is not a righteous knight who travels around the world, nor is he a sentimental monk who is kind-hearted and sentimental. He will sigh for a while and stop for the love and hatred of the deceased when he sees them.
What Xie Shiyi was looking for the truth might not be the truth about Zixiao’s death, but the truth he wanted.
Yan Qing maintained his character and followed behind him, and found that he had reached the end of his memories.
Before Zixiao's death.
I don’t know how many hundreds of years have passed, but the girl who was in the Nascent Soul stage has now become the leader of the Fuhua Sect in the Spirit Transformation stage.
Her face was as beautiful as jade, and she stood in the same green maple forest, smiling, "Zixiao, long time no see."