Zixiao's attitude towards Jing Ruyu has remained the same for a hundred years, and he remains silent.
Jing Ruyu said, "Let's sit down and talk."
There is a pavilion in the green maple forest.
Jing Ruyu's fingers picked up a yellow maple leaf that had fallen on the table and said softly, "It's so fast. I heard that Xie Ying has been in seclusion for a hundred years?"
Zixiao stuck the big knife beside him, the scar on his face was as ferocious as his eyes: "What do you want to say?"
Jing Ruyu smiled: "Zixiao, Xie Ying is the chief disciple of your Wangqing Sect. As an elder, shouldn't you pay more attention to him?"
Zixiao: "It's not your turn to take care of his affairs, let alone my turn."
Jing Ruyu said: "Don't worry, I'm not stupid enough to provoke Xie Ying. I'm just curious."
"This young Lord of Xiaoyu Palace has only been a member of Wangqing Sect for two hundred years. In the past two hundred years, he has won the Qingyun Ranking and broken through the Transformation God Realm. This is the most amazing talent. After accepting the Immortal Alliance, he used killing to stop the chaos and establish his power in the Nine Sects. However, when he was in the best position to control power, he pushed aside everything and broke into the Demon Realm alone. What do you think Xie Ying was thinking?"
Zixiao looked down at the yellow and curled edges of the maple leaves.
Jing Ruyu said, "What's even more surprising is that after Xie Ying came out of the Demon Realm, he went into seclusion in Nanshan Peak for another hundred years. It's really hard to guess what he was thinking. In a hundred years, people's hearts are treacherous, the situation is changing, and the three families in Zijinzhou are ready to make a move. I'm really curious about what Xie Ying will do when he faces this mess after he comes out of seclusion."
Zixiao said: "If that's all you want to say, why not just ask him directly."
Jing Ruyu smiled to herself: "Ask him?" She traced the fine and dense lines on the maple leaf with her fingers, shook her head, and said with a dark look in her eyes: "No, I don't want to see Xie Ying."
Zixiao said solemnly: "You are afraid of him."
This time, Jing Ruyu was silent for a rare moment.
Zixiao reached out, grasped the knife, and stood up.
The leaves in Jing Ruyu's hand shattered. She looked up and asked naturally, "Zixiao, don't you think what Xie Ying did was wrong?"
Zixiao asked back: "Aren't you the one who did the most wrong?"
Jing Ruyu smiled faintly: "What did I do wrong? Was there any person I asked you to kill over the years that shouldn't have been killed?"
Zixiao was silent.
Jing Ruyu asked sharply, "Didn't Elder Qianqiao of Fuhua Sect do many evil things back then?"
Zi Xiao looked at her deeply and said hoarsely, "Jing Ruyu, you have evil intentions. Even if you do things flawlessly and disguise yourself well, even if you deceive yourself and me, you will be exposed one day."
Jing Ruyu didn't care: "Oh, I'm waiting for that day."
Zixiao’s back stood at the end of the green maple forest.
Jing Ruyu suddenly stood up: "Zixiao, how about we make a deal?"
Hundreds of years passed between them. Each of them had their own calculations and took what they needed. In the end, they were as clean and neat as strangers passing by.
Jing Ruyu said, "Someone from my sect found a phoenix demon in Liuxianzhou. Go and help me catch it. And in return, I will tell you who cast the illusion on you in the first place. How about that?"
Zixiao's back was stiff, and he suddenly came back to his senses, holding the knife. His eyes were bloodshot and his anger turned into substance, as if he was about to thunder in the next second. His teeth chattered: "Illusion?!"
Jing Ruyu smiled: "Yes, it's an illusion. It was the illusion that made you mistakenly believe that your parents and sister were demons."
In an instant, Zixiao's memories began to collapse! The maple trees in the forest shook violently, and the leaves were filled with Zixiao's anger, and the edges became the sharpest blades!
Yan Qing thought to himself that it was not good. He was standing under a tree and was almost buried by the rain of knives. Fortunately, he had always been by Xie Shiyi's side. There seemed to be an invisible barrier around him, isolating him from all dangers.
Bu Zhi pulled his hair desperately and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Stay away from him! Stay away from him! Stay away from him!" From its intuition, it knew that Xie Ying was the source of danger.
Yan Qing couldn't stand it any longer, and directly pulled Xie Shiyi's sleeve: "Immortal Venerable."
Xie Shiyi lowered his eyes and looked at him indifferently.
Yan Qing lifted Bu Dezhi up and blinked cautiously, saying, "Immortal Venerable, this bird is getting irritable again. It's so scary. Do you think it will hurt anyone?"
Unsuccessful: “…”
Xie Shiyi glanced at him and raised his sleeves. A trace of cold light flowed through his fingertips, and the spiritual power of the Transformation Stage was injected into it, directly forming a cage woven of ice and snow, imprisoning the entire bat inside.
He is so unsuccessful that he bangs his head against the railing.
I really don't know whether I should feel honored or humiliated that I have to make a birdcage for it myself during the Spirit Transformation Stage.
Yan Qing took the cage with a smile on his face: "Okay, thank you Immortal Lord." Silly bird, you are so noisy.
After this incident, Yan Qing suddenly felt that the distance between him and Xie Shiyi was reduced, and he began to be unrestrained again. Holding the bird cage made of ice crystals, he looked around and said, "Immortal Lord, when can we get out?"
This time, Xie Shiyi answered him: "Wait until Zixiao dies."
Yan Qing: "Oh, okay." After he said that, he suddenly remembered Jing Ruyu's words.
—When he was in the best position to control power, he pushed aside everything and went into the Demon Realm alone. What do you think Xie Ying was thinking
Yan Qing suddenly spoke without thinking.
"Xianzun, have you ever been to the Demon Realm?"
Xie Shiyi: “Yeah.”
Yan Qing: "What is the Demon Realm like?"
Xie Shiyi said: "It is the same as the upper heaven."
Yan Qing thought, who are you kidding? How can the Demon Realm, a haunted place with only one moon all year round, be the same as the Upper Heaven? But he said in shock, "Really? But I read those stories, and the Demon Realm is described as a place where people are eaten - are there really ghosts there?"
Xie Shiyi's tone was calm, but he asked, "Are you afraid of ghosts?"
Yan Qing said without hesitation: "Afraid."
Xie Shiyi stopped talking.
Yan Qing held the cage and continued to find a topic: "I was very scared. When I was a child, I didn't sleep. My grandma often used ghosts to scare me so that I would go to bed early."
Xie Shiyi raised his eyes calmly: "When you were a child, did you live with your grandma or your grandmother?"
"..." Yan Qing choked. He was talking nonsense so fast that he forgot about the lie he had told before.
Yan Qing said without hesitation: "Well, I sleep at grandma's house on Monday, Wednesday, Friday and Saturday, and at grandma's house on Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday."
Xie Shiyi pulled the corner of his lip in an ambiguous manner.
Yan Qing asked again: "Xianzun, what are you doing in the Demon Realm?"
Xie Shiyi said lightly: "Murder."
Yan Qing: You were not going to kill people at that time, you were clearly going to massacre the city! Yan Qing praised without emotion: "Wow, the Immortal Venerable is worthy of being the leader of the righteous path and a role model for our generation."
Xie Shiyi looked forward and suddenly said, "The Phoenix Demon Seed has appeared."
Yan Qing: “Hmm?”
"Yeah, it's my turn!" Buzhi stood up excitedly, his red eyes unblinking with anticipation, feeling quite excited about the protagonist's appearance. But he was destined to be disappointed - because Zixiao's memories did not include him. Zixiao's memories only had a golden and red phoenix with blue eyes.
It looked around for a long time but couldn't find itself.
Feeling frustrated and angry out of shame.
I am actually an outsider to this story?!
He was so angry that he got angry and bit the railing.
This was when Zixiao failed to survive the tribulation. His Nascent Soul died, his Dantian was shattered, and the vast spiritual power gushed out like water, turning into streams of purple light in the void.
Failure in the tribulation for a cultivator in the Void Stage means death. Zi Xiao sat cross-legged in the darkness, watching the phoenix attacking him like crazy. He resisted to the end, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. It was irony, but also relief.
From the first time the Phoenix attacked him, he knew it was a conspiracy.
This was Jing Ruyu's conspiracy to kill him.
If he goes back alive, he will definitely die together with Jing Ruyu!
The eyes of the Phoenix Demon were emerald, but when it looked at Zixiao, they turned cold and scarlet, with madness, greed, anger, and all kinds of emotions blending together. Finally, the Phoenix raised its head to the sky and let out a long cry, flapping its wings, and swooped down again - its sharp beak went straight for Zixiao's eyes!
Zixiao was breathing heavily, and the knife was covered in his blood.
Phoenix became even more crazy when he saw the blood.
At the critical moment, Xie Shiyi raised his hand to stop time.
The ice-blue frost solidified everything, and the Phoenix's body froze in the air. It should be the same as Zixiao's cultivation level of the Void Stage. It was different from the dying state that Yan Qing saw in the cage of the prison.
The body of the Phoenix Demon in its prime is dozens of times larger, its wings are burning with the fire of Nirvana, and its aura covers the sky and the sun.
Xie Shiyi held the No Regrets Sword, and his snow-white robe swept across the chaotic world.
He did not look at the dying Zixiao, but only looked coldly at the phoenix.
An important characteristic of nightmare is that when it wakes up, its eyes will turn emerald green.
Born in the brain, manifested in the eyes.
Xie Shiyi raised the No Regrets Sword and pierced directly through the eye of the Phoenix Demon.
The moment the sword pierced, green blood flowed out of the Phoenix's eyes.
If Yan Qing was still watching the show at the beginning, then the moment the blood flowed out, his body suddenly stiffened and his pupils shrank.
He sensed a familiar scent.
Wait, that's... Huai Mingzi? !
"Xie Shiyi, get out of the way!"
Yan Qing's face instantly turned cold and he suddenly shouted.
The void was filled with chaos and darkness.
Only the phoenix's feathers are shining brightly, like a red golden sun breaking through the long night.
The green blood that flowed from the Phoenix's eyes flowed along the cold blade of the No Regrets Sword, fell to the ground, and then bounced back from hitting the ground, actually floating away in an instant.
The green blood was dyed with a rich black color, floating in the air, turning into a ferocious thin snake - filled with venom, attacking Xie Shiyi.
Yan Qing never expected to see Huai Mingzi's "nightmare control" technique here.
Why? Huai Mingzi has been dead for a hundred years, why would such evil skills appear in the upper heaven
The art of controlling nightmares, using blood to control nightmares - the green blood is the nightmare that jumped out of the phoenix. Huai Mingzi's strength is unfathomable, and the skills he studied are also ancient evil arts. This old man has been at the peak of the Spiritualization Stage for who knows how many years, and he may not be able to find Xie Shiyi's flaws.
Yan Qing looked solemn, and suddenly made a move, with soul threads passing through his sleeves, and the phantoms turned into heavy shackles. The red thread bypassed the void and the burning wings of the phoenix, intending to go straight into the phoenix's eyes and directly bind those nightmares.
But it didn't go as he wished.
His red thread fell into a hand.
Pale and cold, like jade and snow.
Yan Qing was stunned.
At this moment, the sword intent of the Unrepentant Sword spread across the vast wilderness, and the memories of Zixiao dissipated and separated. White starlight appeared in the void bit by bit, which was the true color of the collapse of darkness. The body of the phoenix was also passing away, and the golden and red sparks spread out, weaving into a dazzling long river. The dry and hot wind blew past my ears, as if there was a subtle burning sound.
Xie Shiyi could have dodged the green blood that attacked him before, but for some reason he lost his mind for a moment, and in the silence, he let the green blood enter his eyes. The blood stained his eyelashes and spread in his eyes, but he ignored it, just lowered his eyes and quietly looked at the red line on his palm.
The extended soul threads were nothing but phantoms, and they all disappeared the moment Yan Qing withdrew his hands.
Xie Shiyi watched the line on his palm disappear, calmly withdrew his hand, and raised his head calmly among the countless sparks in the dark void.
Yan Qing was speechless and silent for a while. Finally, he hugged the cage that held his frustration and couldn't help laughing softly. He laughed for a long time.
If you are not successful, you don’t know why your master is laughing.
His master was laughing at his own stupidity.
It is indeed Huai Mingzi’s technique to control nightmares, but this is in Zixiao’s memories.
If Xie Shiyi encounters danger, he can just end everything like before.
What is he worried about
Worrying too much will lead to confusion.
Besides, Xie Shiyi really recognized him early on. Even if he locked his soul, he might not be able to hide it from Xie Shiyi.
Xie Shiyi's ability to understand a person's behavior is terrifying.
Sometimes he felt that those seemingly mad and stupid acts were so fake.
But originally... in the peach blossoms and fine snow, everything was in an ambiguous state between reality and illusion, and perhaps he had never seriously pretended.
Yan Qing didn't say anything, and neither did Xie Shiyi.
Zixiao's flesh and blood body later fell into the Huichun Sect's prison, but by then he had already left the void, so the memory in the Dongxu Secret Realm stopped at this last scene.
The Shidui Knife was left in the void and automatically disintegrated with the demise of its master.
The gods were angry and killed everyone in the wilderness. He killed his father and mother at the age of 18, and hated evil for hundreds of years. His impetuous life was completely annihilated.
The darkness collapsed, the memories came to an end, and what was eternally fixed in this secret realm was the green maple forest in front of the Zixiao Cave Mansion.
Yan Qing walked over, a smile spread across his eyes, and teased, "Immortal Venerable, Zixiao is dead, can we go out now?"
People who are not successful will sulk and bite the railings.
Hearing his master's nonchalant tone, he almost spurted blood and knocked his teeth. Damn it, don't take me with you if you want to die!
Xie Shiyi wiped the blood from his eyes casually, looked at him, and said "hmm" lightly.
This green maple forest runs through Zixiao's life, just like the scar from his cheekbone to the corner of his mouth.
Scars represent rebellion, anger, and killing; this green maple leaf represents hometown, memories, and the last tenderness in a chaotic life.
Yan Qing looked at the green maple fields again and recalled the two rains.
I remembered Jing Ruyu’s helpless look as she knelt on the ground and begged in the first rain. Bai Mei’s oil-paper umbrella fell beside her, and her raised neck looked pale and fragile, like a lonely bird.
Thinking of the second rain again, she walked away after the quarrel but stopped and remained silent for a long time. She looked back among the green maples, smiled sarcastically, and said quietly and softly, "Brother, I forgive you."
The leader of the Fuhua Sect, one of the nine major sects, is indeed good at playing with people's hearts.
Yan Qing couldn't help but sigh, "Jing Ruyu's acting is really good."
The sword of no regrets in Xie Shiyi's hand disappeared, and he said softly without commenting, "Really?"
Yan Qing suddenly became interested, hugged the cage, pointed at himself and said, "Xie Shiyi, how is my acting?"
Xie Shiyi then looked at him again. The cold face of Xiaoyu Palace Master was expressionless as usual: "Do you want to hear the truth?"
Yan Qing: "Listen, listen!"
Xie Shiyi chuckled softly, without any emotion: "In the past few hundred years, among all the people who dared to act in front of me, you have the worst acting skills."
Yan Qing: “…”