What is nightmare.
Xie Shiyi said it was evil, but looking at the entire world, perhaps he was the only one who could come up with this answer.
Standing in the position of the leader of the Immortal Alliance, it is a perspective that others cannot put themselves in.
Yan Qing didn't know what Xie Shiyi had been through that made him say nightmares were evil. But in Yan Qing's eyes, in the eyes of countless others—
Nightmare is an incurable disease.
It is a concrete tumor growing in the sea of consciousness. It uses the sea of consciousness as its womb and grows slowly. One day it opens its eyes and reveals its fangs, which will be a nightmare to the world.
It is a demon curse floating in the air, infecting everyone indiscriminately. No one can be sure whether they and the people around them are demons.
The Qin family said that they had searched through ancient books and had developed a "technique to remove nightmares", but up to now, none of the 480 temples were willing to show it to the outside world.
After Yan Qing was reborn, he learned a lot about the world.
Demon species, immortal alliance, nine sects and three schools.
Only after going down the mountain for this experience did he understand the root causes of the conflicts among the various forces in the world.
If the person who came this time was not Mingze, but someone from the Immortal Alliance, I'm afraid this kid would have died the moment the black book turned red. Or even earlier, when Zhang Mushi risked her life to identify him as a demon, the Immortal Alliance would have killed him immediately - they would not have given the Sun family any time or qualifications to say a word.
The Immortal Alliance will not worry about whether Sun Yaoguang is innocent or has made mistakes, will not worry about the great elders behind him, and will not worry about the four hundred and eighty temples.
The power of life and death without reason.
Yan Qing played with the red string in her hand, looked at Old Lady Sun, looked at Zhang Mushi, looked at Mrs. Sun, and looked at Sun Yaoguang, as if she was thinking about something.
He had lived in a world of evil all his life, and killing people would not involve such complicated emotions. He finally understood why Xie Shiyi was so indifferent to the Qingle City incident. Perhaps the conflict between Zhang Mushi and the Sun family was not even a farce in his opinion.
After hearing what Sun Junhao said, Yan Qing wanted to laugh the first time. Sun Junhao was so confident that he said four hundred and eighty temples, and vowed to move out of the Qin family. In front of Xie Shiyi, he was really brave.
"Mom, I'm scared, Mom..." Sun Yaoguang cried breathlessly. He had not yet recovered from a serious illness and was in a state of panic. His tender little face showed confusion and helplessness. Now he was too scared that he could only hold his mother's clothes with his white fingers.
Sun Junhao couldn't bear it and looked away and said, "Friend Ming, Sun Hebi has been eaten by Miss Zhang. The grievance has its own cause. The matter of Jiangjin Temple should be put to an end. As for Yaoguang's matter, I think it's better to let the Qin family handle it."
Whether or not a demon who had never done any evil should be killed was not something that Mingze, a disciple who had just come down from the mountain, could decide. No one would have thought that he would encounter such a thing the first time he came down from the mountain, involving the Fuhua Sect, the Qin Family, and the Four Hundred and Eighty Temples.
Mingze murmured.
"I...Okay, I'll..."
Yan Qing suddenly said, "Wait a moment."
Sun Junhao's heart instantly became alert, and he stared at the young man who made him feel scared.
Yan Qing smiled and said, "Friend Sun, I have another question that I would like to ask Mrs. Sun and Old Madam Sun to answer."
Sun Junhao's lips trembled: "You say."
Yan Qing said calmly, "Since many years ago, the ancestor of the Sun family used the Black Strange Book to predict Sun Yaoguang's nightmare, what was the situation at that time?"
When this question came out, everyone was stunned.
Yes, Sun Yaoguang is a demon, Sun Hebi is a demon, then why didn’t the great elder of Fuhua Sect say anything
Yan Qing: "It is a serious crime for the cultivation world to shelter demons. Also, why should it be handed over to the Four Hundred and Eighty Temples for handling."
Yan Qing asked casually, "The Four Hundred and Eighty Temples are far away in Zijinzhou, and now the incident happened in Nanzezhou. Shouldn't we let the Immortal Alliance handle it?"
Immortal Alliance! Sun Junhao was stunned, his eyes suddenly widened, filled with fear. But he quickly reacted and said angrily: "Daoyou, are you kidding? Yaoguang is just an ordinary person, how can he befriend the Immortal Alliance!" Which of the demons that the Immortal Alliance has taken action to kill is not an evil nightmare that can destroy cities and countries and bring disaster to the world!
Yan Qing said: "If I say it's okay, then it's okay."
Sun Junhao's eyes were about to burst, and he gritted his teeth. Instantly, another flying feather appeared between his fingers and flew straight to the front of Fuhuamen. He looked at Yan Qing with anger and said, "You don't have to scare me with the Immortal Alliance. Since you are still confused about what happened back then, why not just ask my master directly."
Yan Qing smiled and followed suit: "Okay."
Mingze was stunned, holding his sleeve and said worriedly: "Fellow Daoist Yan..." As innocent as he was, he could see how protective the Grand Elder of Fuhua Sect was. They were just one of the thousands of disciples of Wangqing Sect, so how could they be qualified to confront the Grand Elder of one of the nine major sects.
Yan Qing smiled at him: "Don't be afraid, I'm just a little curious."
I wonder if the Fuhua Sect really has a grudge against him.
He had even met Yan Qing from his sect, and he first introduced the members of Fuhua Sect to each other. He was not afraid of Jing Ruyu, so why would he be afraid of such a so-called Grand Elder
Mingze bit her lip, still worried: "Friend Yan...you..."
But before he could finish his words, a green sword intent suddenly came from Nan Zezhou with great momentum.
The sword's intent was devastating, and the tiles on the eaves of the Sun family's roof flipped over and fell to the ground with a crackling sound - it was filled with anger and murderous intent, as if it was ready to chop off the heads of all these disciples of the Wangqing Sect!
"careful!"
“Get out of the way!”
Yan Qing wanted to hide, but found that these broken tiles could not get close to him. The moment they were a millimeter away from him, they were shattered by the cold light and turned into powder in the blink of an eye. He was protected by a formation that no one else could see, and the sword intent from the peak of the Divine Stage could not get close to him.
Yan Qing was stunned. It seemed that Xie Shiyi really cared about his baby-making.
He was confused, why? What would happen when he reshaped his Nascent Soul
But before he could think about it, a roar of anger broke through the sky, interrupting his thoughts: "Do you really have to target my Sun family?"
The people around him all fled in all directions, their faces showing pain, their sea of consciousness surging, their lungs twisted together. Under the raging rage of the powerful man at the peak of the Mahayana stage, the broken tiles and fallen leaves all carried a vast pressure, covering the entire sky.
Perhaps the only ones who were not affected were Xie Shiyi and Yan Qing.
As the grand elder of the Fuhua Sect, the ancestor of the Sun family would naturally not come in person. What crossed the mountains and rivers with Feiyu was a misty mirror.
The vast green mist dispersed in the air, revealing an oval mirror - the mirror was the main hall of Qingcang Peak of Fuhua Sect.
In the solemn and dignified palace, sitting cross-legged was a white-haired elder, also wearing a blue robe of the Fuhua Sect with white flying feathers fluttering on the edge.
He placed his hands on his legs, then slowly opened his eyes, his gaze as sharp as a sword, piercing Yan Qing through the air—
A cultivator in the Mahayana stage is just one step away from entering the innate realm.
In the world of cultivation, it is generally believed that the stages of Qi training, foundation building, alchemy, Nascent Soul, and Mahayana are all acquired realms.
Only by breaking through the Void Realm and possessing the ability to tear the void apart can one be considered truly reborn and have the ability to fight against the heavens, hence the name Xiantian. As for the Godly Stage after the Void Realm, it is almost a pseudo-god existence.
A strong person in the innate realm can twist space.
Although this great elder of the Sun family had not yet fully reached the Void Realm, it was easy for him to crush Yan Qing's consciousness with his internal force when he stared at him from a distance!
The ancestor of the Sun family said angrily: "How did the Wangqing Sect raise a bunch of indecisive wastes like you! Today, I will help your master to discipline you!"
He wanted to use Yan Qing as an example to scare the monkeys.
The ancestor of the Sun family raised his hand and made a gesture of pinching tightly, with a ferocious look in his eyes, it seemed that he was planning to pinch Yan Qing and lift him up.
But his bet failed.
—A huge hand made of mist appeared in the mirror and attacked Yan Qing majestically, but before it even touched him, it was cut off and destroyed by a ray of extremely cold sword intent, leaving him without any power to resist.
The Sun family ancestor turned pale and withdrew his hand.
In what he saw, there was an icy blue wound on the palm of his hand that revealed the bone.
—The divine period.
The Sun family ancestor suddenly breathed rapidly and his face became solemn. He looked at Yan Qing again. Although he didn't know who was behind this disciple and what his relationship was, he still suppressed his anger. He said solemnly, "You want to see me?"
Yan Qing smiled: “Yeah.” Anyone who dared to do this to him in his life, probably had his bones put into the Red Lotus Lantern long ago.
Yan Qing was too lazy to talk nonsense with him: "I just want to ask you three questions."
"Back then, when you used the Black Strange Book to test the sea of consciousness of the two brothers Sun Hebi and Sun Yaoguang, what was the result?"
"If it is a demon species, why didn't you report it to the Immortal Sect?"
"If it's not a demon seed, then what is the bead that Sun Hebi mentioned that can suppress nightmares?"
Yan Qing finished speaking and said with a smile: "Senior, please."
The ancestor of the Sun family had never been offended like this before, and he was immediately furious and waved his sleeves heavily! He couldn't hurt Yan Qing, but when the strong wind blew, the people in the front yard of the entire Sun Mansion began to scream and panic, crawling on the ground and trembling.
The Sun family ancestor was furious: "Who are you to question me about these questions?"
Yan Qing thought about it, blinked, and said with a smile: "As a righteous and kind disciple of Wangqing Sect. Is that enough, Elder?"
A righteous and kind disciple of the Wangqing Sect, this was exactly the role he wanted to experience during his training this time down the mountain.
Yan Qing has never had a filter for Xie Chongtian. He just has a filter for the environment around Xie Shiyi.
The nine major sects divided Nan Zezhou, with ulterior motives and fighting for power. It was obvious that there would be no peace and security.
The ancestor of the Sun family said in a cold voice: "I will handle the affairs of the Sun family myself, and there is no need for others to interfere."
Yan Qing: "How to deal with it? Send it to the Four Hundred and Eighty Temple?"
When the ancestor of the Sun family heard this, his face turned cold and he said angrily: "The four hundred and eighty temples were built by the Qin family of Zijinzhou! It is not your turn as a small disciple to question it!"
"I don't mind."
The one who objected shrilly was Zhang Mushi.
She's almost dead, what is there to be afraid of
The rage burned her rationality away, and the blood that choked her throat was bone-chilling. With red eyes, she crawled from the bed to Yan Qing's side, shouting at the top of her lungs: "Immortal! I don't agree! I want Sun Yaoguang to pay with his blood! He is a demon! -- He smiled at me that day, he smiled at me that day."
Zhang Mushi stretched out her hand, trying to touch the corner of Yan Qing's clothes. But Yan Qing took a step back silently in order to prevent the formation from hurting her.
She put down her hand in confusion, then raised it again, her empty and numb eyes quietly looking at the boy in front of her.
Look at this—when everyone was silent, sarcastic, weighing the pros and cons, or at a loss, he was the only one who stood up for her.
Zhang Mushi trembled and cried, speaking softly.
"Xian, on that day in Jiangjin Temple, Sun Yaoguang smiled at me. He is not innocent, and he was not forced. He sat on my sister's body, licked the blood on his fingers and smiled at me... How could he be innocent?"
On the other side, Sun Yaoguang seemed to be stimulated by the three words "Jiangjin Temple" and fell into an inescapable nightmare again, crying loudly: "Mother! Save me! Mother! Save me! Save me!"
Mrs. Sun suffered a mental breakdown and slowly knelt down. She was also in pain and despair.
With tear-stained face, he looked at Zhang Mushi and kowtowed to her: "Miss Zhang, please let Yaoguang go. I beg you."
She knocked her forehead until blood came out and said, "Miss Zhang, Yaoguang is only seven years old. How could he have the ability to kill your sister? He is only seven years old. His life has just begun."
"You were not conscious that day, so you must have seen it wrong. He went on a hunger strike for three days after returning from Jiangjin Temple. He kept vomiting and couldn't eat anything."
"Miss Zhang, please put yourself in her shoes. What if it was your sister who was found to be a demon today..." Mrs. Sun spoke incoherently and was not in her right mind. Finally, she laughed sadly: "She did everything. She was spoiled since she was a child. She is simple-minded and afraid of blood and pain. Is she going to be killed just because of a nightmare that she was born with?!"
"Why?" "Why..."
Mrs. Sun cried again and again, weeping blood and in despair.
Zhang Mushi watched her kneel down to apologize, watched her hit her head, and said nothing.
The Sun family ancestor looked at the two women with disdain and said sarcastically, "Did you see that? Is this what you call justice and kindness?"
Yan Qing lowered her eyes, entwined the red thread on her fingers, smiled softly and said, "I see."
He walked forward, his black hair fluttering in the wind and his sleeves brushing against a trail of blood and tears.
Yan Qing stood in front of Sun Yaoguang.
Sun Yaoguang was stunned.
He subconsciously loosened his grip on Mrs. Sun's sleeve and stepped back timidly.
Yan Qing leaned forward slightly, his long black hair falling down on the side of his face, his beautiful peach blossom eyes smiled, the corners of his lips curved, as if he was full of affection. If Yan Qing took off that careless liveliness and became serious, there was always a sense of tenderness. The red line between his fingers was very long, falling on his face, looking at Sun Yaoguang, and said with a smile: "Little brother, I will tell you something. Eating is really a bad habit."
Yan Qing seemed to sigh: "Besides, eating is something that cannot be concealed."
Especially, it was in front of him.
The red string in Yan Qing's hand suddenly wrapped around Sun Yaoguang's neck—
The Sun family ancestor was furious: "What are you doing?!"
Sun Yaoguang's face began to turn blue and purple, he had difficulty breathing, and his eyes were full of fear.
Old Lady Sun: "Yaoguang!"
Sun family ancestor: "Stop!"
The red in Yan Qing's eyes faded away, and he immediately withdrew his hand, wrapped the red thread around his wrist, and said, "Okay, little brother, let's see if you have really been on a hunger strike these days."
Sun Yaoguang suddenly covered his stomach, squatted on the ground, and vomited—
Spit in the mouth.
It is red, white and yellow flesh.
He vomited violently again—
An eyeball rolled to the back.
The servants of the Sun family had never seen such a scene before, and their faces turned pale and they screamed.
The eyeball rolled to the feet of Old Lady Sun. Old Lady Sun said nothing, and when she went to help him, she found that he had completely fainted.
The wind blows across the sky.
Mrs. Sun's tears all stopped in her eyes.
Sun Yaoguang was still vomiting, vomiting bile and blood, as if he wanted to vomit out all his internal organs.
When Zhang Mushi saw this scene, she just found it funny and her body felt hot and cold.
Yan Qing said softly, "You Sun family are really interesting. After Miss Zhang ate Sun Hebi, you all called her a demon seed, wishing to grind her to ashes, saying that demon seeds must be killed."
"When your little son became a demon, and then turned into a nightmare, there was another hidden reason. His crime was not punishable by death, but he had done evil all his life."
"What exactly is Nightmare?" Yan Qing was really confused: "Do you need me to dig it out of his brain and let you take a look?"
There is something to say.
It was the Lantern Festival in Qingle City, and every household was hung with lanterns. It was also the Sun family's wedding, and a long line of colored paper and brown sugar was spread from the beginning to the end of the street. Now all of them were blown by the wind, drifting through the streets and alleys, making a humming sound, like the long and desperate sobs of a bride's sedan chair.
The truth came out, the dust settled, just when everyone thought everything was over.
The great elder of Fuhua Sect suddenly struck the black stone under his seat.
-In an instant, a green formation covered the sky and locked the Sun family.
The ancestor of the Sun family said in a cold tone: "Even so, I will not leave the life and death of my descendants to you."
"I will ask the Qin family to come." The ancestor of the Sun family said, "I will notify the Qin family to come and judge Sun Yaoguang's mistakes in his life and determine his final outcome. Before that, none of you can leave."
The Grand Elder of Fuhua Sect completely tore off his hypocritical mask, revealing an extremely ferocious expression of protecting his own shortcomings. He glared at Yan Qing and said word by word: "You are still qualified to come and kill my Sun family!"
But he had just finished speaking.
Mrs. Sun suddenly screamed: "Yao Guang!"
The green formation seemed to have exhausted Xie Shiyi's last bit of patience—
In an instant, the bamboo forest in the courtyard was shattered. Thousands of thin green leaves flew into the air, ignoring the pressure from the Sun family's ancestors, breaking through the air, carrying thousands of deep sword intents, and piercing into Sun Yaoguang's throat—
Then penetrate into his hands, feet, and torso.
Sun Yaoguang whimpered and raised his head in agony. There seemed to be a dark green color flowing in his eyes, but immediately, those two eyeballs were also pierced through by the green leaves.
Ten thousand leaves pierced through his body, without any resistance.
His young face was filled with hatred and viciousness, and he slowly fell to the ground, dying with his eyes open.
Mrs. Sun's scream got stuck in her throat. The sudden change made everyone stunned.
Silver light floated under Xie Shiyi's steps, and his robes brushed against blood. His tone was very light, like falling snow, and he asked lightly: "So am I qualified?"
In an instant, all the ferocious and mocking expressions on the Sun family ancestor's face froze.
The whole yard was stiff and raised up.
Look, the young man who had been standing in the corner and watching everything coldly slowly walked to the center of the dispute.
His clothes were spotless, and he had gone through so many life and death, love and hate, but he never cast a cold gaze. It seemed that no matter it was nightmare, demon seed, or chaotic blood and tears, they were all dust in the world. Only when he came to Yan Qing's side, did he lower his eyes to glance at the red line between his fingers, and asked casually: "How is your experience?"
Yan Qing: “…” Yan Qing put his hands into his sleeves and smiled: “Not bad, I gained a lot.”
Xie Shiyi smiled softly.
The ancestor of the Sun family sat in the Fuhuamen Palace, like a stone statue.
The icy blue sword mark on the palm of his hand seemed to flare up now, sending a chill through his limbs and bones.
The blood surged up and broke the pupil and eardrum. His voice trembled as he spoke word by word.
“…Xie Ying.”
He seemed to be in a desolate, cold nightmare.
The Sun family ancestor's old and gloomy eyes slowly showed a little blood color, and his teeth were chattering.
How come Xie Ying is here
He should be in confinement!
He should be in Xiaoyu Palace!
Amidst the thousands of palace lanterns, the thousands of curtains, and the endless shadows on the long ice-jade steps!
How could he be here?!
Xie Shiyi didn't want to stay here for long. After moving his eyes away from Yan Qing, he fell on the strange black book.
His pale fingers stretched out from his sleeves, and the black book seemed to have encountered something extremely terrifying. Black mist surged, but he still held it firmly in his hand.
Xie Shiyi took the book and asked casually, "Answer me, what was the result of your test?"
The hand of the Sun family ancestor that was scratched has now begun to crystallize and frost. He suddenly screamed, with fear in his eyes: "They are demons! I detected that they are demons at the beginning!"
Xie Shiyi then asked: "Why didn't you report to the Immortal Sect?"
The ancestor of the Sun family trembled, his tone full of bitterness: "I was bewildered, I wanted to protect my descendants, but they really did everything at that time!"
Xie Shiyi raised his eyes and said in a calm tone: "What are beads?"
The ancestor of the Sun family was silent for a moment, but the coldness went straight into his heart. He lost all his color and raised his head. No one would forget the night when Xie Ying entered the Xiaoyu Palace.
The Sun family ancestor gritted his teeth and said:
"The beads are not used to suppress nightmares. I use them to transform their sea of consciousness."
Xie Shiyi had a cold expression and tapped his fingers.
The black book struggled silently in his hand, but it could not escape at all - the thick fog was wrapped and shattered by the cold spiritual power.
The Sun family ancestor widened his eyes.
Xie Shiyi asked: "Do you have anything else you want to ask?"
These words were spoken to Yan Qing.
Yan Qing then realized that the three questions asked by Xie Shiyi were all the same questions he had asked before but were ignored by the ancestor of the Sun family.
For a moment, I tried to hold back my laughter.
Yan Qing smiled and said, "Yes, I want to ask the Immortal Venerable how the Sun family will solve it."
Xie Shiyi glanced at him calmly without even responding. In an instant, all the green bamboo leaves in his hand floated in the air, forming a magnificent sword formation that could kill anyone.
Looking at the pale and bloodless faces of every member of the Sun family.
Yan Qing expected this, sighed inwardly, and pulled his sleeve: "Forget it."
That's probably how fate always works.
… The one who was most insane and indifferent to his life became the leader of the righteous path.
Before they separated, the fiercest quarrel took place in the night of the massacre in the barrier city, where blood and wailing intertwined. The rift between them that had long existed was completely widened into a chasm.
On both sides of the chasm are good and evil, right and wrong, and good and evil.
Or maybe neither.
Maybe it was just the question that Xie Shiyi asked quietly with the sword in his hand and bloodshot eyes.
—"Yan Qing, I often wonder if you are the nightmare in my body."
What is nightmare
Yan Qing watched the film again.
Sun Yaoguang's bones and eyes were pierced by the green bamboo leaves. When he died, something flowed out from his eyes. It was black, thick, and full of evil energy, like an ignorant creature at the beginning of chaos, moving slowly. The moment it touched the green leaves, it immediately emitted white steam and was destroyed in the eight wastelands and nine layers.
This is the nightmare.
It is not an illusory "evil".
It is a real and visible poison.
He.
Mrs. Sun knelt on the ground in dismay.
Old Mrs. Sun fainted from excessive fright.
Patriarch Sun was confused and stunned, totally at a loss as to what to do.
Yan Qing said: "Let Zhang Mushi take revenge herself."
Xie Shiyi lowered his eyes to look at Yan Qing's hand that was pulling at his sleeve, and said "hmm" lightly.
Ever since the ancestor of the Sun family called out that name, everyone in the front yard was stunned.
Xie Shiyi had long been accustomed to being the center of attention. He looked at the Grand Elder of the Fuhua Sect again. He had little interest in the grudges between people. He just smiled, his eyes as cold as falling snow, and his tone was cold and calm.
"Elder Sun, there is no trace of nightmare parasitism, but the Sun family has produced two demon species at the same time. It is too coincidental to say that it is a coincidence. I now suspect that you are also a demon species?"