Yan Qing knew not to provoke Xie Shiyi when his mind was not clear.
It was estimated that since the reunion, Xie Shiyi had discovered every loophole in his words, but Xie Shiyi just didn't want to say it.
Xie Shiyi's tone was very light, but his questions were sharp and to the point, like a bug stinging him without causing any pain. The wind and snow passed through the corridor, and the coldness cleared Yan Qing's still confused mind.
He thought to himself, worthy of being called a heart of ice and snow.
The three questions seem to be unrelated, but their answers can lead to a mess.
Yan Qing refused to answer, but protested: "Why do I only ask you one question, but you ask three?"
Xie Shiyi ignored the question and didn't tell Yan Qing that others were using their lives to get answers from him. He didn't want to tell the answer, he wouldn't lie or evade, he had various ways to make the person who asked the question shut up. But when dealing with Yan Qing, the method would be more complicated.
Xie Shiyi chuckled as expected and said calmly, "Yan Qing, next time you don't want to ask for a higher price, don't test me easily." He stood in the wind and snow, retracted his edge, and said, "Go in."
Yan Qing threw Bu Zhi to him: "Help me watch this stupid bird, don't let it fly out and ruin my reputation."
Unsuccessful: “?”
Xie Shiyi silently stretched out his hand and took the frustrated and disheartened man.
When Yan Qing walked into the plum forest, his footsteps made a slight sound on the thin snow. Birds were startled, black branches swayed, and a petal of red plum covered with snow fell on his face, making him shiver with cold.
He took the plum blossom off his forehead, put it in his mouth, and silently cursed Xie Shiyi at the same time.
You are so awesome. You can draw inferences about other situations from one example.
The cold pool of Yuqing Peak is located in the center of Meilin, under a low cliff, surrounded by ice and snow, but there is some green grass growing strangely next to it.
Yan Qing combed his hair, undressed naturally, stretched out his legs and stepped into the cold pool. After his rebirth, he only looked at his body through the water on the ground that night, but he took a quick look and didn't pay attention. Now he has the mind to look at his appearance.
The water in the cold pool can wash away all the filth and remove the old dirt in the veins.
As the black filaments were discharged from the body one by one and then decomposed by the pool water, Yan Qing's skin became visibly whiter and more translucent.
His black hair was slightly damp, and he looked down at the shadow emerging from the water. The cold pond was like a mirror, reflecting the young man's beautiful peach blossom eyes, with delicate eyebrows and eyes, and a complexion like the spring morning.
Yan Qing had no expression on his face. He touched his ear, and the red silk between his fingers was wet and fell to his collarbone.
The fact that he was resurrected in Yan Qing's body meant that Yan Qing was already dead when he was kneeling in the ancestral hall.
Yan Qing's death is a mystery. The reason for his resurrection is also a mystery.
But he always felt that he was closely related to the devil.
Yan Qing looked at the red thread in his hand, his eyes dim, hiding all emotions.
Liuguang Sect, Yin Family.
The world was desolate. A strong wind blew up in the Yin Family Ancestral Hall, blowing the spirit flags and the white paper flowers.
Paper money rolled and overlapped in the ancestral hall, floating lightly over the two coffins placed in the middle.
The sandalwood coffin was heavy and silent. The wife of the leader of the Liuguang Sect, who was kneeling in front of the coffin, was wearing a plain dress, a white flower on her head, her face was pale, and she said nothing.
The old man next to her consoled her, "Madam, the soul lamps of the two young sect leaders Yin Guan and Yin Xian have been extinguished. The dead cannot be resurrected. Please accept my condolences and do not hurt yourself again because of this."
The clan leader's wife choked with sobs and her shoulders trembled, obviously she was in extreme grief.
Next to her, Yin Lie, the leader of Liuguang Sect, stood with his hands behind his back.
Yin Lie looked middle-aged, with fierce facial features. The red lotus between his eyebrows was darker than that of anyone else. There was a bright yellow moon embroidered on his black robe, with twinkling stars beside it, trembling in the cold wind.
Yin Lie said in a steady tone: "Why are you crying?" He looked coldly at the two coffins with his eagle eyes, as if they were not his sons but two insignificant strangers.
The Sect Master's wife looked up suddenly after hearing his words: "Why am I crying? This is my son who I carried for ten months and gave birth to! Why shouldn't I cry!" The hatred that she had suppressed all the way seemed to burst out at once, and her eyes were red and bleeding: "Yin Lie, how many times have I told you not to get entangled with the Qin family, but you didn't listen. See, now you are paying the price - your own son, your two sons are dying in the hands of the Immortal Alliance! Died in the hands of Xie Ying!"
Her eyes were filled with tears and her breathing was trembling: "They just died like this, but we can't be dissatisfied, can't raise objections, and can't retaliate secretly!" The wife of the clan leader became more and more excited, and shouted at the top of her lungs: "Yin Lie! Are you satisfied now?"
The old man sighed and stepped forward: "Madam, you are not in good health, please don't get angry and hurt yourself."
The clan leader's wife shook off his hand, knelt on the ground, and cried.
Yin Lie sneered disdainfully: "Women's opinions."
Upon hearing this, the Sect Master's wife raised her head with red eyes and said, "Yin Lie, since you can't defeat Xie Ying, don't take my child to die!"
Yin Lie was enraged by her words: "Shut up! What do you, a woman, know?"
The Sect Master's wife said, "What do I know? I know that the power of the Immortal Alliance spreads throughout the entire Nanze Province, and I know that no one can shake Xie Ying's current position. The Qin family is the Qin family, they are far away in Zijinzhou, and the Immortal Alliance can't reach them no matter how strong they are, but we are now in front of the Wangqing Sect. Xie Ying doesn't need a reason to kill anyone - Yin Lie, the sword of no regrets will fall on your head one day!"
Bang!
Yin Lie's veins were throbbing with anger, and he slapped her in the face, yelling, "Bitch! I told you to shut up!"
The clan leader's wife screamed, covered her face and turned her head away.
The old man was a loyal servant of the Yin family. He didn't know what to do for a moment when he saw the scene. He walked over tremblingly to help the Sect Master's wife up, and said anxiously: "Madam, why don't you stop talking and go back to rest. I will keep vigil for the two young Sect Masters Yin, Guan and Xian."
The clan leader's wife cried silently and sobbed softly.
Qingfeng held up the spirit flag. At this moment, someone stepped into the Yin Family Ancestral Hall. With a clear and melodious voice, he said with a slow smile, "Madam Sect Leader, your thoughts are really strange. Why are you blaming Sect Leader Yin instead of Xie Ying, the one who killed your child?"
Red clothes, white plum blossoms, silver utensils. Zijinzhou, Qin family.
Yin Lie was stunned, then said, "Master Qin."
Qin Xixi, the third son of the Qin family, lowered his head, sighed with pity, and said: "Madam Sect Leader, if you really feel sorry for your two dead children, you should avenge them and kill Xie Ying."
The Sect Master's wife stopped crying, but just gritted her teeth and looked at him with a trembling body.
Qin Xixi held a folding fan in his hand and said softly, "Xie Ying's mind is unpredictable and his methods are cruel. If we allow him to continue to control the Upper Heaven, there will be countless more tragedies like yours, where the elderly send off the young. I think the most urgent task for the nine major sects is to pull him down from the altar of the Xiaoyu Palace."
"What do you want to say?"
The clan leader's wife bit her lip, the alertness in her eyes decreased instead of increased, and her fingers tightly grasped her dress.
Qin Xixi walked forward, her fingers brushing the white paper flowers on the coffin. The silver cover hid her expression, but her tone was low and sad: "Madam, you were wrong before. Even if the Qin family is in Zijinzhou, they are not immune. My cousin Feng Tiantian died at the hands of the Immortal Alliance a day ago. Also killed at the same time were Luoya and Chengxue from the Lingqu Xiao family."
Qin Xixi was silent for a while, and then he said in a tone that was indistinguishable from emotion: "Sure enough, that's what Xie Ying did. He secluded himself for a hundred years, and the first thing he did after coming out was to kill six people in a row, all of whom were blood relatives of mine."
Yin Lie was stunned after hearing his words, and frowned: "Someone from the Qin and Xiao families died too."
Qin Xixi said: "Yes."
Yin Lie was speechless: "How dare Xie Ying do such a cruel thing..."
"Why wouldn't Xie Ying dare?" Qin Xixi asked, his eyes full of sarcasm under the silver goggles: "Sect Master Yin, have you forgotten the night when he first entered Xiaoyu Palace? The Unrepentant Sword took the heads of the three sect elders, and the blood stained the steps of Xiaoyu Palace red. He wiped the blood off the sword and walked up step by step."
When Yin Lie heard him talk about the past of Xiaoyu Palace, he fell silent for a moment. His hands hidden in his sleeves were clenched so tightly that his bones turned white.
The bloody night in Xiaoyu Palace seemed like it was just yesterday.
Xie Ying was too young and too eye-catching. Except for his master, the leader of the Wangqing Sect, Le Zhan, almost none of the other eight leaders at the time were willing to let a 200-year-old boy surpass them.
The eight clan leaders were concerned about Le Zhan's personality and remained silent in their resistance, while the three great elders of Fuhua Sect directly questioned him in the court.
Instigated by Jing Ruyu, their hostility towards Xie Ying almost overflowed from their eyes. They acted like trolls, used age and seniority to pressure others, and repeatedly questioned him on what qualifications he had to sit in the Xiaoyu Palace
Xie Ying stood in the crowd, raised his eyes calmly, and quickly proved his qualifications.
No one guessed that he would take action, just like no one could see the cruelty and madness in the bones of this seemingly calm and gentle gifted boy.
Xie Ying was at the 4th level of the Divine Realm at that time. The moment the No Regrets Sword came out of his sleeve, the cold light directly condensed the countless snow in the Xiaoyu Palace.
In an instant, the three old men who were still making ferocious moves were separated from their heads and bodies.
Blood splattered three feet, gushing to Xie Ying's feet and soaking the whole way.
The blood splashed on Xie Ying's eyebrows and on her beautiful nails.
Jing Ruyu stood up suddenly, the hatred and anger in her eyes were as bright as fire, and she shouted Xie Ying's name.
Everyone in the room was shocked.
Immediately afterwards, countless disciples of the Immortal Alliance stood out from the darkness, and the pressure dissipated.
The chill of Xiaoyu Palace silently covered the sky and earth, and everything was completely silent.
Yin Lie still remembers many details of that night.
Remember the bright lights that lit up one after another.
Remember the head that rolled to the ground.
Remember those three pairs of eyes that died with their eyes open.
Remember those clear jade steps going up layer by layer.
I remember Xie Ying's pale and cold hands casually wiping the blood off the sword.
Remember he walked up step by step.
The footsteps were very slow. The soul silk shark yarn passed over the bloody corpse, spotless, leaving them with only a distant and cold back.
The robes silently covered the blood-stained steps like snow, and from then on, a deep and cold shadow that could never be escaped enveloped the entire upper heaven.
Qin Xixi said softly beside him: "Master Yin, tell me, what is there for Xie Ying to be afraid of?"
Just then, an anxious cry for help came from outside.
"Sect Master! Sect Master! Please save the Young Sect Master!"
Yin Lie came back to his senses, raised his eyes to see who was coming, and was stunned: "Chengying?"
Chengying had taken Yin Wuwang back to the clan in a hurry since Xie Ying had removed the cage formation. With the sword intent of no regrets in his life, Yin Wuwang was so weak that he only had his last breath left. He carried Chengying to the front of the ancestral hall. His lips were pale, his face was bloodless, and the red lotus between his eyebrows was covered with a thin layer of frost.
The Sect Master's wife, who was kneeling on the ground and wiping her tears, was stunned when she heard the name. She staggered to her feet and saw the weak Yin Wuwang. She suddenly let out a cry of grief and rushed over: "Wuwang! Wuwang! Wuwang, what's wrong with you?"
She had already lost two children and could not bear the pain of losing another child.
The Sect Master's wife hugged Yin Wuwang and burst into tears. She raised her eyes and asked Chengying in a sharp voice, "Chengying! I told you to go to Huichun Sect to pick him up! How did you go?" Her eyes were filled with crazy hatred, "Was it those people from Huichun Sect? Was it those lowly mortals who made Wuwang like this? I will tear them into pieces one by one!"
Cheng Ying trembled his lower lip and whispered, "No, ma'am. The person who made the young master like that was Xie Ying."
Suddenly, the world was silent.
The Sect Leader's wife swallowed all her screams in her mouth, her body trembled like a white flower in the wind, her fingers twitched, and finally she hugged Yin Wuwang tightly, buried her head in his shoulder, and sobbed loudly.
Yin Lieche was completely frozen. His expression did not change at all when he saw the dying Yin Wuwang. Now a crack appeared on his face: "Xie Ying? Why did you meet Xie Ying?!"
In the past, whether it was the deaths of Yin Guan and Yin Xian, or the people of Zijinzhou, they were all caused by the Immortal Alliance. Xie Ying had never shown his true colors, sitting in the Xiaoyu Palace, playing chess with his back to the chessboard. Why did the most useless of all his descendants meet Xie Ying
Cheng Ying was sweating profusely, and said truthfully: "Master, Xie Ying went to investigate the Zixiao incident. We ran into him there, and he seriously injured the young master. I ask you to go to Xiaoyu Palace tomorrow and meet him... and give an explanation."
Yin Lie was stunned: "Zixiao's matter?!"
Chengying lowered his head in fear.
Yin Lie's eyes were about to burst: "You went to the Huichun Sect?"
Chengying had no idea why the Sect Master was so angry, and said in a trembling voice, "Yes."
Yin Lie felt his blood rushing to his heart. He turned around, walked over quickly, grabbed the Sect Master's wife's clothes, forced her to look up, and asked, "Did you ask Yin Wuwang to go to the Huichun Sect? Was it you?"
The Sect Master's wife was trembling all over, but she didn't say a word for the first time.
She learned about Zixiao when she accidentally eavesdropped on the conversation between Yin Lie and Qin's family. She felt sorry for her youngest son who had low talent, so she secretly asked him to try his luck in Huichun Sect. The secret realm left by the fallen Dongxu monk was a rare opportunity in the world. Who could have thought... what happened today would happen.
Yin Lie was so angry that he almost vomited blood: "Bitch! Do you know that I will kill you this time!"
Qin Xixi was silent for a long time before he took action and used his fan to stop him, saying, "Master Yin, don't be impulsive. In my opinion, Xie Ying calling you to Xiaoyu Palace may not be a bad thing."
Yin Lie's eyes were bloodshot: "Xie Ying's mind is hard to predict. He asked me to go to Xiaoyu Palace, but I'm afraid I won't come back?!"
Qin Xixi said, "No." He opened his folding fan, and his lips curled up under the silver cloth: "Master Yin, you may not know that Xie Ying's ruthless path was shattered when he entered Shifang City a hundred years ago. He has been in seclusion for a hundred years." He smiled and said word by word: "I'm afraid it's not starting all over again."
Yin Lie was stunned, his eyes widened: "What did you say? Xie Ying's ruthlessness was shattered?"
Qin Xixi smiled and nodded: "Yes. Even if Xie Ying is extremely talented, destroys his way and rebuilds himself, and reaches the peak again, he probably won't be able to compete directly with the nine major sects now. One time, I will accompany you to Xiaoyu Palace."
Yuqing Palace, wing rooms.
After taking a shower, Yan Qing came out wearing a black coat and sat opposite Xie Shiyi. Seeing Yan'er being frustrated, he kept laughing, propped up his chin and poked it with his finger: "Hey, aren't you frustrated? How come you have become mute after not seeing you for an hour?"
When Buzhi saw him, two tears came out of his red eyes, which had always been lawless and domineering.
It flapped its wings, rolled over, and crawled back into his sleeve, becoming so autistic that it seemed like it never wanted to come out to face this cruel world again.
Yan Qing laughed twice, then looked up and asked Xie Shiyi curiously: "What did you do to it?"
Xie Shiyi seemed to have had enough of playing boring games with Yan Qing. He raised his hand to remove the white silk covering his eyes and said coldly, "You raised it yourself, and you're asking me?"
Yan Qing was very shocked by his nonchalant attitude: "I put my bat in your hand for a while, and it was dead when I came back. Can't I blame you?"
Xie Shiyi laughed mockingly.
Yan Qing rolled his eyes. As expected, he was in his nature when dealing with Xie Shiyi, and they would start arguing after just a few words.
Xie Shiyi probably hadn't touched his hair for hundreds of years, and Yan Qing had tied it in a fancy way. After trying for a while but still failing to untie it, he frowned.
Seeing this, Yan Qing lay on the table and laughed non-stop, then lazily said: "Xianzun, do you need help?"
Xie Shiyi ignored him.
Yan Qing put his hands on the table, stood up, leaned over, and said nonchalantly: "Yaoyao, don't try to do something you can't do."
He had just come out of the cold pond, his hair was still wet, with a faint scent of plum blossoms. The black robe made his neck and wrists look even paler, and the tone was very long, full of a sense of playfulness. The breath he exhaled was wet, light, and misty.
Xie Shiyi stopped moving, his thin lips pursed.
Yan Qing glanced up, shook his head in dismay, and pulled his wrist down: "You are too young to know the value of hair."
Yan Qing helped him untie the white cloth he had tied on him just for fun.
A few strands of Xie Shiyi's hair got tangled in his fingers. The cold light outside the window reflected the snow, and the deep red plum blossoms fluttered and fell. The candlelight in the room flickered, and when Yan Qing untied the white cloth, Xie Shiyi slowly opened his eyes.
The green mist in his eyes dissipated a lot, revealing its original color, dark and cold, like a night with snow falling for years.
In the bright lights and moonlight, Yan Qing held a white sash in his hand, his figure was tall and straight, he lowered his head and smiled. He was wearing black clothes and black hair, and the red silk on his wrist was winding to the table.
In such a quiet and harmonious atmosphere, Yan Qing suddenly became cheerful and asked, "What should I do in the future? I will continue to practice at your Yuqing Peak."
Xie Shiyi said: "You should reshape your Dantian first."
Yan Qing: "How to reshape it."
Xie Shiyi lowered his eyes and said, "Give me your hand."
Yan Qing: “Oh.”
He stretched out his right hand, and a white star appeared on Xie Shiyi's fingertips. His internal energy was an ice-blue color like frost and snow. The white starlight now was his spiritual consciousness.
Logically speaking, if the spiritual consciousness of a cultivator in the Divine Refining Stage was infused into his body, the worst outcome for Yan Qing, a cultivator in the Qi Refining Stage, would be an explosion and death.
But Xie Shiyi didn't lie to him, Yan Qing didn't feel any pain at all. Like a warm current, it gently spread through his limbs and bones, and then merged into his dantian, shattering the damaged dantian of his original body. After that, the spiritual power re-condensed and re-nested inside, like a gentle spring breeze.
After cleansing his essence and marrow and reshaping his dantian, Yan Qing felt as if he had been reborn.
Xie Shiyi's crow-feather eyelashes drooped, and he said calmly, "With your current status in Wangqing Sect, you are not eligible to participate in the Qingyun Conference."
Yan Qing blinked: "Why? Isn't the Qingyun Conference open to everyone in the world?"
Xie Shiyi: "It will be very troublesome if you go out to compete with the world's independent cultivators. The best way now is to become a disciple of Wangqing Sect."
Yan Qing: "Why do I feel that the latter are more troublesome? Your requirements are too high, Immortal Venerable."
Xie Shiyi said: "Since you are an old friend of mine, with your talent and spiritual roots, the sect will not ask too much of you."
Yan Qing: “…” If it was normal, why did he feel something was wrong the more he listened
Xie Shiyi: "I will go see the sect leader tomorrow and ask for you, old friend."
Yan Qing smiled awkwardly and said, "Aren't you going to Xiaoyu Palace to meet Yin Lie tomorrow?"
Xie Shiyi said: "I just asked him to go to Xiaoyu Palace to give me an answer, I didn't say I would meet him in person."
"Oh, so what you said before about meeting Yin Lie was fake." Yan Qing thought about it, couldn't help laughing, and said seriously: "Xie Shiyi, you have made a lot of enemies in recent years."
Xie Shiyi said: "Maybe."
He stood up and quietly closed the windows in the rooms to keep out the wind and snow.
"Your Dantian is reshaped and your body is weak. You should go to sleep, my old friend."