The ancestor of the Sun family was so angry that his eyes were about to burst. He was shocked and frightened, and he said angrily: "Xie Ying, do you suspect that I am a demon?!" He stood up from the black feldspar, pointed at his own eyes, and said word by word in a frenzy: "How could I be a demon?! In that case, how could I be a demon! - You can use the thousand lamps in your hand to test it, and you can see if I am!"
Yan Qing was stunned, and suddenly remembered what Tianshu had said, that even with the Thousand Lanterns, it could only detect the nightmare in the sea of consciousness of a Mahayana cultivator. And the ancestor of the Sun family was at the peak of the Mahayana stage, half a step into the Void stage.
Yan Qing turned his head unconsciously and looked at Xie Shiyi.
Xie Shiyi didn't understand his madness. His eyes were as calm as a lake. He said lightly, "Elder Sun, if I determined that you were a demon, I wouldn't need the Thousand Lanterns."
The moment he said this, all the anger in the Grand Elder of Fuhua Sect was extinguished as if by a bucket of cold water. He froze in place, staring straight at Xie Shiyi.
The water mist mirror changes due to the violent rise and fall of its owner's chest.
The wound on the palm of his hand spread coldness and froze the blood in his veins. The familiar coldness made him feel as if he was back in Xiaoyu Palace, back to the long night when blood splattered on the steps.
"Xie Ying..." The Sun family ancestor's eyes turned red, and he said in a trembling voice: "Are you really going to do this?"
Xie Shiyi: "What are you afraid of?"
If the ancestor of the Sun family knew that such a small matter in Qingle City would involve Xie Ying, he would not show up even if the Sun family was wiped out today.
What is he afraid of
He was afraid of this madman, afraid of this madman who killed people without any reason!
The Sun family ancestor's teeth were chattering, and he was about to say something.
Suddenly, a clear and pleasant voice came from behind him: "Du Wei Immortal Venerable."
The voice was gentle and bright, like the sound of a gentle breeze.
The chaotic water mirror instantly stabilized and solidified, and the mirror surface became clear and clean. The bright light of the Qingcang Peak Palace of Fuhua Sect fell on the white pearl flowers inserted diagonally in the hair of the visitor. Even though her voice was far away in Nanzezhou, it sounded like it was close to the ear, intimate and soft, like a sigh: "It's been so long since we last met, is the first thing you do after coming out of seclusion to kill someone?"
The Sun family ancestor was stunned. He turned around with his pupils widened and knelt down to salute: "Master."
The leader of the Fuhua Sect.
The mirror is like jade.
She was just like the one in Zixiao's memory, her age and appearance had not changed. She wore a blue dress with white piping, her hair was tied low, and her lips were red. She was a cultivator in the Spiritualization Stage, and had the ability to ignore space.
The moment she appeared, the mirror became clearer, but a thick fog rose in the front yard of the Sun Mansion.
Except Yan Qing and Xie Shiyi.
Everyone was lost in the fog and could not see anything.
Her nails were always painted with scarlet nail polish, but her whole temperament was clear. Her skin was white, her black hair was like satin, and her aqua blue dress was pure and beautiful. Her eyes were curved, and seemed to be full of tenderness.
"Immortal Du Wei, how are you?"
Xie Shiyi looked back at her just as he had in the green maple forest, cold and scrutinizing.
Jing Ruyu had long been accustomed to confronting Xie Shiyi in this way. She avoided his gaze and gently cast her eyes on Yan Qing. She said, "This little Taoist friend looks a little strange?" She was quite interested: "In a hundred years, I haven't seen anyone around Guo Wei."
Yan Qing hasn't spoken yet.
Xie Shiyi uttered a low voice, his voice as hard as ice crystals: "Jing Ruyu, you shouldn't ask questions, I advise you to shut up."
Her jade-like face froze for a second, and a ferocious hatred flashed across her brows. She raised her sleeves to cover her lips and spoke softly again, gracefully. She said elegantly, "Okay, let's not talk about this little Taoist friend. Let's talk about Cang Qing."
Cangqing is the Taoist name of the Sun family’s ancestor.
Jing Ruyu said: "Du Wei thinks Cang Qing is a demon?" She was hundreds of years older than Xie Shiyi, so when she called "Du Wei", she always lowered her voice, with a gentle tone.
Xie Shiyi didn't say anything.
Jing Ruyu said quietly: "The nine sects have the responsibility to slay demons and eliminate evil. If Cang Qing is a demon, I will never tolerate it. But he is the supreme elder of my sect, he is of high generation, and he has countless disciples. Besides, your judgment through the water mirror may not be accurate. Why don't you come to my Fuhua Sect another day to see it for yourself?" She said: "If you come to Fuhua Sect and see it with your own eyes, you will still think it is a demon. Don't bother the Immortal Alliance to take action, I will clear the sect myself."
"how?"
After Xie Shiyi finished speaking, he said casually: "Jing Ruyu, if you really want to see me, why not go directly to Xiaoyu Palace."
The mirror-like, calm appearance shattered, and the expression became stiff and cold.
"Yin Lie told you something, right?" Xie Shiyi didn't want to talk to Yan Qing in front of her. The corners of his lips curled up, as if he was happy but not happy. There was a thin layer of ice in his eyes. He said in a very light voice: "I have been in seclusion for a hundred years. You can guess what I did."
His voice was light, full of mockery.
Mirror-like and jade-like, expressionless, she stood in front of the water mirror. Her pearl hairpin was cold, and her blue skirt fluttered without wind.
Xie Shiyi went to the mountain this time just to help Yan Qing to have a baby. Because the time wasted by the Sun family had exhausted his last patience, now he didn't care about Jing Ruyu and the ancestors of the Sun family.
The last words he left in front of the mirror were clear and calm.
"Take your time and guess."
Xie Shiyi turned around and looked at Yan Qing, reaching out from his sleeves and grabbing Yan Qing's wrist. Yan Qing had just used this hand to draw blood from Sun Yaoguang's forehead, and now the end of the soul thread was still a little wet and red.
"Is that enough?" Xie Shiyi asked.
Yan Qing's eyes were still fixed on the mole on Jing Ruyu's nose. When he heard Xie Shiyi's question, he came back to his senses instantly. After meeting his eyes, he cleared his throat and said, "That's enough."
Xie Shiyi lowered his eyes: "Then come back with me."
Yan Qing: “Ah?”
Xie Shiyi said coldly: "Don't you know what's going on in your Dantian right now?"
Yan Qing: “…” What
The array set up by the ancestors of the Sun family was vulnerable to Xie Shiyi. The tragedy brought by the demons was like a farce in his eyes.
The moment he decided to take action, he probably wanted to end this experience as soon as possible.
Xie Shiyi did not stay in the front yard of the Sun family for long. Yan Qing was now in the Golden Core Stage and could already withstand the teleportation array created by the God Transformation Stage.
The icy sword light broke through the heavy fog, and the moment the formation took shape, everyone disappeared on the spot.
"Master..."
Elder Cang Qing had only just come to his senses. He woke up from a nightmare with cold sweat on his face and spoke in a hoarse voice.
Jing Ruyu was silent for a long time, the expression on her face completely disappeared.
She looked quietly at the place where Yan Qing left.
The teleportation array set up by Xie Ying there was heavily restricted, and she was still unable to get through it.
I cannot fully understand Xie Ying’s current cultivation level, I cannot fully understand Xie Ying’s current Tao.
The ruthless path was shattered, and the cultivation was destroyed. Only a hundred years ago... Return to the peak of the incarnation
It’s indeed, Xie Ying.
Jing Ruyu raised her neck, feeling something in her blood screaming, stimulating her soul crazily. The blood in her heart surged, and she swallowed it slowly, bit by bit.
The mirror made a strange sound like jade, and suddenly moved forward. The water mirror expanded bit by bit, and finally it became a passage.
The dress of the extremely noble Fuhua Sect Master gently fell on the land. The thick fog dissipated with her arrival. The ground in front of the Sun Mansion was in a mess.
Green bamboo leaves, dirty flesh, tears, blood, eyeballs. With a group of people standing stupidly, crawling, or kneeling. A chaotic scene in the world.
"Master!"
Sun Junhao knelt down in a daze.
The Wang Qing Sect disciples were at a loss as to what to do, their minds still blank from what had just happened.
The sober mortals in the courtyard looked at this woman in fear.
She moved lightly, gracefully like a jade lotus, without looking at anyone else, and her eyes fell on Zhang Mushi.
Zhang Mushi's hatred disappeared after Sun Yaoguang died, and the last strand of support that kept her alive was plucked out. Tears welled up in her eyes, she was relieved, liberated, and relieved to finally see the light.
She was kneeling on the ground with her hair disheveled.
The wedding dress was stained with her own blood and her husband's blood. The best years of her life were worn down to this state. She would not live to see tomorrow, but she could finally die with peace of mind.
Jing Ruyu lowered her eyes and stared at her for a while, then a white light condensed from her fingertips and injected into Zhang Mushi's eyebrows. A cultivator in the Spiritualization Stage can directly take the memory of a mortal. But the price is that after the memory is taken away, the person will die immediately.
But Jing Ruyu always does things as she pleases, so why would she care about Zhang Mushi's life or death
In an instant, Zhang Mushi's life memories flashed before her eyes.
It was his stepmother who died, leaving him and his sister to depend on each other.
It's the backyard of the Zhang mansion, where all kinds of dirty and filthy conspiracies and intrigues take place.
As time goes by, the baby in the cradle grows up suddenly.
It was peach blossoms in the mountain temple. The girl held her hand and recited poems.
It is a bloody night, it is a crazy hatred, it is the hands holding a pair of scissors in the sedan chair amid the sound of gongs and drums!
It was at the last moment in front of Jiang Jin Temple that his fingers trembled as he straightened the bones of his loved ones one by one.
—Avenge one's blood relatives throughout one's life.
"Is it worth it?" Jing Ruyu asked.
She leaned over.
Jing Ruyu's eyes were almond-shaped, with a very dark pupil color. When she looked up, she was as graceful as water waves. "Your name is Zhang Mushi?"
The moment the woman approached Zhang Mushi, she felt suffocated and terrified, as if it was an instinctive intuition of danger.
Jing Ruyu said: "Sisters really have a deep love for each other."
She finished speaking softly, and after a moment's silence, she suddenly said, "I also have a sister who is like you and is very caring."
"If I were killed, she would have avenged me at all costs."
A green bamboo leaf fell into Jing Ruyu's hands.
Jing Ruyu seemed to have thought of something, and in a voice that only the two of them could hear, she narrated quietly: "She and I are twins, with the same appearance, the same family, and everything from childhood to adulthood is exactly the same. Perhaps this is why we are most easily compared."
"She landed a moment earlier than me, but this moment was enough to make all the difference."
"In fact, she and I had a very good relationship when we were young. But in Fuhuamen, being twins is a sin."
Jing Ruyu held the leaf in her hand, looked at Zhang Mushi, and curled her lips.
"There is no one in the world more suitable to compare me with than her."
"There is no one in this world who would not compare us."
Jing Ruyu said: "So our relationship became worse and worse..."
The green bamboo leaf was broken at the edge of her skirt, and Jing Ruyu seemed to be in a trance. Her eyes flickered slightly, but she controlled her emotions and said, "However, it is unfortunate, but also fortunate. A big fire broke out in Xuanji Palace... It seems to have burned away the barrier between us."
Xuanji Fire of Fuhua Gate.
People are very secretive about this and make all kinds of guesses.
Everyone feels that fire is inseparable from her.
No one dared to say it openly.
In fact, they guessed wrong.
In her life full of lies, blood, and calculations, only this fire was truly innocent.
Jing Ruyu said: "Zhang Mushi, do you still hate it?"
Zhang Mushi was speechless.
Jing Ruyu said, "Let me help you get revenge."
The red spiritual energy of the Spiritual Transformation Stage at her feet vibrated and spread, scorching hot, forcing everyone to scream.
The maids and servants of the Sun Mansion fled in all directions. Sun Junhao and the disciples of Wangqing Sect were stunned, and knew that it was not suitable to stay here for long, so they left quickly without any time to be shocked.
The only ones left were Madam Sun, who was holding her son's body in a daze, Old Lady Sun, who had fainted, and the head of the Sun family, who was frightened by the repeated misfortunes. They all knew the truth many years ago, but kept it secret.
Thousands of lanterns from the Floating Lantern Festival were rolled up by the hot spirits, slowly rising into the air and flying towards the Sun family. Colorful paper and firecrackers from the streets and alleys were also blown up into the sky, full of joy, as if it was still the day of a wedding. The residents of Qingle City all closed their windows tightly, looking out through the cracks with terrified eyes - thousands of lights formed a sea, rushing towards the Sun family.
The moment the fire set the Sun family on fire.
With a loud bang, all the lanterns fell into the sea of fire! The raging fire destroyed everything in its path.
The flames wrapped around Zhang Mushi's wedding dress and made her face red, like a last ray of light.
Zhang Mushi stared blankly at the woman in front of him.
Jing Ruyu looked at her and said, "I have helped you get revenge, so you don't have to hate me anymore. In fact, if I didn't kill you, you would have gone crazy."
Zhang Mushi said nothing, his body trembling, and he didn't know whether it was the hunger or the fire that was tormenting his internal organs.
Jing Ruyu stood in the fire, raised her head, and looked towards the door lintel of Sun Mansion.
The tiles fell to the ground with crackling sounds, accompanied by sparks.
The beams and the plaque fell down like a broken bamboo.
The fire was too bright, the heat was too high, and the lanterns were too bright red. She felt as if she was back in Xuanji Palace. She was surrounded by the inescapable Red Spirit Sky Fire, which covered the sky and blocked the sun. She had no way to retreat.
Jing Ruchen is looking for her.
Shouting her name at the top of my lungs in the thick smoke.
Ironically, she hated Jing Ruchen to death and was almost mad with jealousy. But Jing Ruchen always treated her as a sister very well. The gentle and kind future leader of Fuhua Sect was indeed worthy of his reputation.
“Sister…” But she was really scared at that time.
The Red Spirit Sky Fire was an ancient mysterious fire that could really burn her to death. She panicked and squatted in a corner with her arms folded. All her calculations, jealousies, and ambitions were gone. Her face was pale, and her eyes were full of tears of fear.
The mysterious fire suppresses the body and one cannot use any magic or spiritual power.
She was just a weak and frail girl, and then at the moment of despair, she saw the white dress stumbling towards her in the ashes, as if she had seen salvation.
"Ruyu! Catch me!" Jing Ruchen's hairpins were tangled together, full of worry, with red veins in his eyes. He reached out to her in the sea of fire.
Tears welled up in her eyes instantly, and she stood up and rushed over: "Sister!"
Jing Ruchen was at the Void Stage at that time, and had a little more ability to recognize the way than her. He held her hand and walked out cautiously. The red spirit sky fire in Xuanji Palace burned suddenly and fiercely, and the others had no time to arrive.
They held hands in the flames, with only each other.
There was fire falling from the sky all around, it was a scorching hell.
It was as if the estrangement of many years had disappeared completely, and they were back to the time when they first depended on each other in the womb.
Fortunately, they were safe and sound. Although they suffered some minor injuries, they arrived at the gate of Xuanji Palace safely.
Xuanji Hall is the main hall of the main peak of Fuhua Sect. It is decorated with the most luxurious things in the world. It is made of glazed tiles and decorated with jasper. She still remembers that above the jade-white door plaque, there is a glass bead inlaid. The light is bright and dazzling, like the stars in the sky, like her sister's eyes.
Then, Jing Ruchen turned around and said to her in surprise: "Ruyu, we are saved!"
boom-
The Sun family was burned down in the fire.
Jing Ruyu pulled herself out of her memories, her expression unclear, and turned away.
When Yan Qing returned to Yuqing Peak, he finally understood what Xie Shiyi meant by that sentence.
He looked at his Dantian and found that the spiritual energy inside was so rich that it was about to overflow.
It was abundant and rich, circling around his golden elixir, and had reached the stage where it could form a fetus.
Maybe it was because he used the soul thread? Although he didn't use the most essential function of the soul thread, Sun Yaoguang was stimulated by the breath of nightmare when he took blood from his forehead.
In the world of cultivation, Nascent Soul is a watershed.
After reaching the Nascent Soul stage, each step of advancement is as huge as a chasm and as difficult as ascending to heaven. Even from the early to middle stage of the Nascent Soul stage, many famous masters may have to work hard for a hundred years.
But for Yan Qing, forming a baby is as easy as drinking water.
"Xie Shiyi, will anything happen when I form a baby?"
Yan Qing blinked curiously.
It's not his fault. When it comes to cultivating to the Spirit Transformation Stage, no one would take such a trivial matter as forming a fetus seriously.
Xie Shiyi didn't say anything. The moment he stepped into Yuqing Peak, the clouds fell heavily, the plum blossoms rolled up, and the snow and frost flew. He took Yan Qing and walked all the way to the cold pool in the center of the plum forest.
Xie Shiyi said, "Take off your clothes and go in."