"Take off clothes?" Yan Qing was stunned, and blinked in confusion, then something came out of his mouth: "Yaoyao, why do I have to take off clothes to get married?"
Xie Shiyi rarely explained anything to others. He spoke slowly, lowered his eyes and injected some spiritual energy into the cold pool. He said coldly: "The formation of the Nascent Soul is the process of a cultivator condensing spiritual energy into the 'self'. You have reached the Spiritual Transformation Stage before, and the 'self' has long been fixed. To reshape the Nascent Soul, you need to break it first and then build it. The process of breaking the 'self' is very painful."
Yan Qing was quite curious: "Does it hurt? How much does it hurt?"
Xie Shiyi glanced at him calmly: "It's the pain you can't bear."
These words made Yan Qing laugh, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I can't stand it? Give me an example?" In his previous life, when he walked through the Wangu Cave and Shifang City, no one dared to say this in front of him!
Xie Shiyi joked, "It's probably like falling off the roof 10,000 times."
"… "
Yan Qing swallowed back the sarcastic words in his heart.
When Xie Shiyi used this as a metaphor, he was speechless for a moment and couldn't find any words to refute.
When they first met, they probably had a very bad impression of each other—he thought Xie Shiyi was a lonely, cold, and desperate lunatic. Xie Shiyi thought he was a useless person who was afraid of suffering and pain and had an impatient temper.
That summer night when all the past grudges were resolved seemed like a distant memory.
Yan Qing couldn't help laughing, and pulled himself out of the memories, saying helplessly, "Okay." He raised his hand, and his sleeves fell down to reveal his slender and white wrist. The moment his fingers slowly took off the crown, his black hair fell down. A strand of black hair fell on his collarbone. Yan Qing's skin was cold and white and delicate. The shallow depression was like a silent invitation, with a hint of spring.
Although he knew that Xie Shiyi didn't want to look, Yan Qing still said something in a teasing tone when his fingers touched the belt.
"Avoid suspicion, Immortal Venerable."
Xie Shiyi, who was standing behind them, sneered very low and coldly.
Yan Qing lifted her black hair and rolled her eyes. She could imagine Xie Shiyi's expression without looking back.
He took off his outer shirt, unbuttoned his inner garment, and stepped into the cold pond very naturally.
This pond in the plum forest of Yuqing Peak, although called the Cold Pond, is not cold at all. The water is milky white, and Yan Qing's black hair and red silk float on it. He stirred the cold pond with his hands, and suddenly saw something, and smiled and said, "Yaoyao, did you come here often before?"
Xie Shiyi refused to answer this question and said coldly, "Just have the baby, I'll be watching over you."
Yan Qing: “Oh.”
He leaned back against the edge of the pond, closed his eyes, and played with a piece of grass that he had torn off at random, folding it one by one. For Yan Qing, the process of forming a baby was too simple, so he was too lazy to concentrate on it.
All I could think about was Xie Shiyi's sarcastic sneer.
The more Yan Qing thought about it, the angrier he became. He fiercely broke the grass in his hand and thought to himself, why didn't he bully Xie Shiyi like this in the first place!
The warm water enveloped every part of his skin, and the spiritual power in his dantian generated a heat flow as it condensed. Yan Qing found some feeling, injected his spiritual consciousness, and began to seriously form a baby.
The plum blossoms fell like blood, onto his hair and shoulders, and then into the pond, as light as a kiss.
Xie Shiyi stood quietly behind him.
Yan Qing suddenly became silent.
In fact, this scene is quite interesting, with the roles reversed, it is their reunion in Shifang City in their previous life.
Yan Qing is a legend in Shifang City.
The young governor of Shifang City was famous for his brutality, his appearance, his mood swings, and his smile that hid a dagger. Even because Yan Qing's hobbies were too weird and his words were too vicious, in Shifang City, a city of evil people, basically no one cared about the good-looking face of this "beautiful legend". Everyone dared to be angry but not to speak when his name was mentioned.
As the name suggests, the Red Lotus Pavilion is planted with red lotuses.
The pavilion was built above the lotus pond, with carved beams and painted buildings all in red.
The corridors are winding, with white and crystal skulls hanging on them and blue lights lit all the way.
The day when all cities in the Demon Realm hold homage.
Yan Qing bit her folding fan and walked outside with her hair tied up. Beside the corridor, there were graceful men and women kneeling on the ground.
The old eunuch next to him had the same face as if he had been visiting graves for ten years, holding a whisk, with wrinkles all over his face. Behind the old eunuch followed a group of young eunuchs, all of whom were servants that Huai Mingzi "kindly" arranged for him.
The old eunuch pinched his throat and said sharply, "Young Master, your seven souls and six spirits are unstable. In my opinion, dual cultivation is the fastest way to stabilize your soul. These people were selected for you by me from all over Shifang City. All of them are good-looking, good-looking, and good-physique. Take a look, are there any that you like?"
Yan Qing tucked a strand of black hair behind her ear and took the folding fan from her mouth. Her red sleeves brushed against the wooden corridor, and she paused for a moment, her eyes falling on a young man in white.
The young man noticed his gaze and immediately straightened his kneeling position, slowly raised his head and smiled at him.
"Young Master." A timid, soft and sweet voice. A pure and lovely face. A petite body that can't even be held in one hand.
The white dress makes her look even more pitiful.
Yan Qing blinked and asked curiously, "Are you wearing mourning clothes in advance because you are coming to see me soon?"
Boy: “…”
Old eunuch: “…” He began to rub the whisk.
Yan Qing continued to walk forward, this time showing a charming girl with heavy makeup, her clothes half-covered, with a loving look, as if she was building up her emotions and smiled at him.
Yan Qing took a deep breath and pointed at her with his fan to stop her from laughing. He advised her kindly, "Don't laugh, girl. Do you know what the corridor of my Red Lotus Pavilion is made of? Red sandalwood, a piece of which is worth a thousand gold. The powder on your face falls off when you smile, and I'm afraid it will be difficult to clean it later."
Girl: “…”
The old eunuch rubbed his whisk even harder.
Yan Qing walked through the Red Lotus Pavilion, just like the emperor choosing his concubine. He was a particularly picky, sarcastic, and difficult emperor.
"Look at this aunt crying. Are you forcibly taking a girl away, Seventh Eunuch? What if she has a child of 16 years old at home? You really lack virtue."
The girl pretending to cry: "..."
A young man was playing hard to get in front of him. When he saw him, he cried and threatened to jump into the pool. He vowed to never give in, with a pure and steadfast face: "Let me go back! I will not obey you!"
Seeing this, Yan Qing turned around and glanced at the old eunuch. The old eunuch held his head high and said, as if it had nothing to do with him, "This young man has a very loyal character. I wonder if the young city lord is interested in him?"
Yan Qing curled his lips slightly and said meaningfully: "Seventh Master, how can people be so magical and contradictory? They can be brainless and yet have so much."
"..." The old eunuch was so angry at his indirect criticism that his face was wrinkled.
Yan Qing was still restless at the door. A black toad jumped from the lotus pond to his feet and croaked twice. The group of people who had followed him in the "Emperor's Selection of Concubines" and suffered all the way, held their breath and concentrated.
Yan Qing lowered his head, staring at the □□ thoughtfully for a few seconds, then opened his folding fan, covered his face with a smile, his peach blossom eyes curved: "I say, Seventh Eunuch, you are too polite, why are you sending your own family to me?"
Seventh Grandfather...
The Seventh Eunuch was so angry that his eyes turned white and he almost fainted!
But fortunately, he has been with Yan Qing for so many years, so he is not an easy person to deal with. He quickly swallowed the blood in his heart, followed behind with a whisk, his eyes as sinister as a venomous snake, and said softly: "This old slave is curious - fierce, pure, old, young, male, female. Over the years, this old slave has looked for thousands of types of beauties. Young Master is not satisfied. Who in the world can catch Young Master's eye?"
Yan Qing, dressed in red, with black hair and snowy skin, looked very romantic and affectionate. She corrected him, saying, "Seventh Master, you are wrong. What is rare in this world is not beauty, but fate!"
The Seventh Eunuch dared not speak but was angry: "Fate? This old servant would like to hear the details."
Yan Qing lazily argued with him: "Marriage is arranged by God. Then, fate must come from heaven."
"My destined person was supposed to walk the path I walked. It was arranged by God to be here."
"Well, she should have been born in the cave of ten thousand ghosts—a sea of blood and corpses, a cloud of smoke, and walked towards me on the bones."
Seventh Eunuch: “…” Come and take your life!
The Demon Realm is located in the uppermost layer of the Nine Heavens, filled with gloomy and spooky atmosphere. The Ten Thousand Ghosts Cave is the tomb of evildoers for thousands of years, and those who can come out alive are definitely not idle people.
Shifang City is the largest city in the Demon Realm. The so-called Hundred Cities Festival is just a formality for a group of people who have no rules and rely on killing to establish power.
When Yan Qing walked down the street, the crowd dispersed like a tide. Thanks to the old eunuch next to him, when the whole Shifang City heard that he was going to travel, everyone painted their faces red and white and wore red and green clothes, fearing that their "stunning beauty" would be noticed by the licentious young city lord and then abducted back to the Red Lotus Pavilion.
"See Shaocheng."
"See Shaocheng."
The crowd knelt along the street.
Whether they are burly men or octogenarians, they are all dressed in colorful and gorgeous clothes.
Yan Qing took a deep breath, walked through the flowers, and covered his eyes with his folding fan, unable to bear to look.
The gates of Shifang City were not easily opened, and this day was one of them. The mayors of other cities stood at the gates, hidden in the black fog that always covered the Demon Realm. They looked gloomy and watched Yan Qing climb the gates and pour wine on the ground.
It was said that wine was poured on the ground, but the wine glass was actually filled with blood, the blood of the City Lord Hei Cheng who broke into Shifang City last time.
That man's head is still hanging in front of the gate of Shifang City.
It is a deterrent and also a threat.
"It's been a long time, everyone."
Yan Qing said everything with a smile, lazy and gentle.
But when this shadow appeared on the top of the city, everyone below held their breath, suppressed the murderous look in their eyes, and remained silent.
Yan Qing's pale hand rested on the parapet, and the soul thread on his wrist drooped. The Weaver Girl's Silk was an ancient artifact, dazzling, elegant and magnificent. But the people under the city gate didn't know how terrifying it was when it pierced through the eyes into the sea of consciousness and shattered the soul.
Yan Qing glanced down casually, then said, "Why does it seem like someone is missing? Hmm? Didn't Chicheng City Lord come?"
The old eunuch beside him said quietly, "Go back to Shaocheng. Chicheng City Lord went to the Cave of Ten Thousand Ghosts a few days ago."
Yan Qing: "Strange, he actually went to the Ten Thousand Ghosts Cave. I thought he was going to Shifang City to seek revenge."
The old eunuch smiled wryly: "No, Young Master, you are joking."
Yan Qing said, "Where is the wine glass?" The old eunuch clapped his hands and asked someone to bring up a glass of wine filled with blood.
The cup was made of jasper, the wall of the cup was transparent, and the liquid in the cup was swaying, emitting a faint evil light.
Yan Qing was used to finding fault with people, so he said lazily, "Why is there a lot less blood? Seventh Eunuch, you didn't drink it when I wasn't paying attention, did you?"
The Seventh Eunuch chuckled and said, "Where did this old servant get the courage from? Young Master Cheng got it wrong." He hated him so much in his heart: If you had been caught off guard, you would have died thousands of times already.
Yan Qing took the first glass of wine, took a step forward and stood on the wall, curling his lips and smiling.
He rolled up his sleeves and poured cups of blood from the top of the city wall.
The blood formed a long line, dripping intermittently onto the ground.
Yan Qing smiled as if to greet him, "The mayor is in seclusion, and I will be the one to preside over the court ceremony this time. To me, the mayor of Black City is really strange. There are so many ways to visit Shifang City, why did he choose such an extreme one? If others don't know this, they would think we are such an inhospitable city."
The city lords below the city: "..."
After Yan Qing finished speaking, he slowly said: "I heard that Chicheng Mayor and Heicheng Mayor have a deep brotherly love. That's such a pity."
His tone was very light, and the tail of his voice dissipated into the sky and earth like light smoke, and he smiled slightly.
"It's a pity that I couldn't catch up with my brother's final farewell."
After pouring the second cup of wine, he gently loosened his fingers, and the jade cup fell to the ground in an instant, shattering with a "bang".
"Yan Qing!"
The sound of shattering was accompanied by a suppressed and desperate roar.
The fog howled and the evil ghosts screamed. Shifang City was a strategic city, and its most critical geographical location was that it was opposite the Ten Thousand Ghosts Cave.
There is no sun in the Demon Realm. The sky is blue and dark during the day, and the sky and earth are in chaos. Yan Qing seemed to have heard nothing, and calmly took the first jade cup. Her red clothes were as red as blood, and her wrists were like frost. She was the only bright color in the world.
"Yan Qing!" The voice came from the city lord of Chicheng in the Demon Realm. It was full of hatred and fear, but there was also a hint of trembling, and everyone even heard a hint of desperation asking for help.
Yan Qing was stunned. His eyes, which had always been smiling but were actually extremely cold, looked over quietly from the tower.
The Demon Realm is always gloomy, shrouded in fog, shrouded in barriers, and shrouded in an impenetrable night. The Cave of Ten Thousand Ghosts is the source of evil. Yan Qing walked out of it and knew what it was like inside. There were mountains of bones, stinking rivers of blood, and black flowers blooming everywhere that were nourished by human flesh.
Now, he stood on the city wall of Shifang City, watching someone crawling out from it.
Akagi Castle had one hand broken off, his hair was disheveled, and it looked like something extremely terrifying was chasing him from behind.
He crawled on the ground, moving tremblingly, with a long trail of blood leaving his mouth.
"Yan Qing!"
He raised his head and shouted at the top of his lungs, but there was a look of help in his eyes.
However, this final roar ended in a hand as cold as ice jade.
A hand stretched out from the black mist, pale and slender, and grabbed his neck without any explanation.
With a click, the last light in Akagi Joh's eyes faded, blood flowed from his mouth, and he slowly fell to the ground.
Everyone inside and outside Shifang City was stunned, and Yan Qing was speechless.
Everyone was watching the person walking out of the Cave of Ten Thousand Demons.
Everything in the Demon Realm is related to blood and darkness, but that person has nothing to do with this place at first glance.
Blood slowly dripped from the tip of the sword. He walked forward, stepping over the bodies of the Akagi clan and the bones scattered all over the ground. His snow-white clothes were still pure and flawless. His black hair was like a waterfall, and his figure was tall and elegant like a bamboo in the snow. Walking in hell was like strolling in a garden.
From the moment he strangled the city councilor of Chicheng to death, everyone could feel the pressure of his cultivation—the peak of the Spirit Transformation Stage.
Looking at the entire Demon Realm... only Yan Qing and Huai Mingzi are qualified to fight.
The old eunuch turned pale with fear: "Young Lord Mayor! This person is not a good person! Should we go and inform the mayor?"
Yan Qing played with the wine cup in his hand, looking down, his expression in the shadow of the city wall. He said, "No need."
Old eunuch: "What? Shaocheng! Where are you going—"
The people in the cities were shocked and shouted angrily.
"Who are you?!"
"Anyone who trespasses into Shifang City will be killed without mercy!"
However, the moment the gate of Shifang City opened, everyone was stunned.
"The Shifang City Gate is open?"
"Shaocheng !"
"Yan Qing..."
There were broken cups and drops of blood on the ground. The two dark city gates slowly opened. In the changing light and shadow, Yan Qing's figure appeared at the end. He rarely went out of the city gate. He was either playing with skulls in the Red Lotus Pavilion or killing people with his soul thread on the city wall. His red clothes fluttered like a ghost.
The only time I stood at the gate of Shifang City, I actually had to welcome uninvited guests.
The old eunuch hurried down, shocked and angry, and said in a sharp voice: "Young City Master! Why are you opening the city gate!" Everyone knew what the Snow Clothes Killer God was doing. When Huai Mingzi was in seclusion, with that person's cultivation at the peak of the Spiritualization Stage, if they really wanted to fight to the death, none of them would be in trouble. He hated him very much and thought darkly that it would be best if Yan Qing fought with this person, both of them would suffer losses, and he would reap the benefits.
In fact, there are many people like him. They saw Yan Qing coming out, but no one followed him. Many people were shocked by Yan Qing's cultivation, and coveted his status. Yan Qing was willing to be the first to come forward, and they were happy to see him succeed.
Yan Qing was actually in a very tense state during that period.
Hei Chengcheng's sudden backstab was like the beginning of all the fuse. The old man Huai Mingzi became more and more wary of him, and no one knew what he was planning.
On the left side is an old eunuch with ulterior motives, and the Red Lotus Pavilion is filled with so-called beauties who seem to be in various poses but are actually full of murderous intentions.
He looked at everyone with a nonchalant and playful attitude, but today, all the smiles on his face disappeared completely.
Yan Qing's robe swept the ground, and the red thread on his wrist was wrapped around his fingers.
The wind blows across the wilderness, and the ghost cave is filled with bones.
Xie Shiyi Buhui's sword was still dripping with blood. He walked out of the chaotic darkness, his white clothes clear and bright. When he raised his eyes, it was like snow falling on a lake.
For some unknown reason, Yan Qing thought: I really don't know how the famous Wangqing Sect in the upper heaven could raise such a murderous person like him.
Everyone was waiting for Yan Qing to make a move. Or waiting for this uninvited guest to make a move first. But the two of them slowly approached, and no one spoke.
The eerie white bones in front of the Cave of Ten Thousand Ghosts are like the night when the gods fell and the land was separated.
An encounter without warning.
Separation without farewell.
So much so that when they met again, it seemed as if they didn't know in what capacity.
Yan Qing had been pouring wine on the top of the city wall before, and seeing Xie Shiyi's mind wandering, he had been asleep for a long time. Xie Shiyi didn't like drinking, and hated pear blossom wine the most. Yan Qing had no feelings for wine, but he had to make pear blossom wine his life pursuit - anyway, if Xie Shiyi got humiliated, he would be happy.
At the closing banquet of Dengxian Pavilion, fellow students gathered to toast. Xie Shiyi was the first in Dengxian Pavilion and was forced to accept many toasts with Yan Qing's "help". At the end of the drinking, he ran back to his room with a cold face and sat in front of the window calmly. Yan Qing tried to hold back his laughter: "No way, this is not good enough." Xie Shiyi couldn't bear it any longer: "Are you sick?" Yan Qing said proudly: "Sorry, I can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, and I thought you were the one." Xie Shiyi pursed his lips and was too lazy to pay attention to him.
The people outside were drunk and started to cry about separation and ambition. The bell on the eaves rang softly, and Yan Qing blinked curiously and said, "Xie Shiyi, do you know what kind of person you want to be after this?"
Xie Shiyi was still sober after getting drunk, and his viciousness and sharpness only became worse. He sneered, "I am a stranger to you."
Yan Qing was not angry, and even applauded him: "Great, great minds think alike." He deliberately wanted to irritate him: "Yaoyao, I recently learned a new magic, I must show it to you. Otherwise, we will be strangers in the future and there will be no chance."
When Xie Shiyi heard the word "Yaoyao", his already cold face became even colder.
Yan Qing deliberately said: "Yaoyao, close your eyes."
"Yaoyao, I can now control the wind a little."
He kept saying "Yayao" in a bad way, which made Xie Shiyi's face, which was slightly red from the alcohol, return to a cold and pale color. The confusion in his eyes disappeared, revealing a look of looking at a fool.
He ignored him and finally just crawled on the table and closed his eyes to sleep. Yan Qing would never let him do what he wanted, so he stretched out his hand and controlled the wind outside to touch his face to prevent him from sleeping.
"Don't sleep! Yaoyao!"
"Thank you Shiyi!"
Yan Qing actually manipulated the wind to open his eyes. But there were always accidents when controlling the air at the beginning, so the wind accidentally pulled the apricot blossoms outside, and instantly the leaves, petals, and water droplets hit Xie Shiyi's face.
Xie Shiyi: “…”
Yan Qing: “…”
Yan Qing apologized in a friendly manner before he lost his temper: "I'm sorry! Xie Shiyi! I'll help you clean up right now, you can continue to sleep!" Who knows if this lunatic will hurt himself and make him suffer!
Xie Shiyi exhaled deeply and shallowly, chose to close his eyes and ignore him, and pursed his thin lips into a line. So Yan Qing, who was in a bitter mood, could only manipulate the wind to remove the petals and leaves on his face. He didn't dare to make any mistakes, so he could only hold his breath and concentrate, carefully cleaning the dew on his eyelashes and the flowers on his eyebrows. Stroke by stroke, in the end it was as if the wind was drawing his eyebrows and combing his temples.
When the fingers touch the lips.
Xie Shiyi suddenly opened his eyes, as if he was drunk again, his eyes were burning, his face was slightly red, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Have you had enough fun?"
Yan Qing actually said subconsciously, "It seems not yet." But they completely pissed each other off, and neither of them would end up in a bad way. So, Yan Qing, like a strange ghost, could only say, "Enough, enough." But he was unhappy and deliberately said, "Good night, Yaoyao."
Yaoyao: “…”
Yaoyao was sulking and couldn't sleep all night.
"Young Master, be careful!"
When the No Regret Sword was deployed, Xie Shiyi's sleeves rolled up, and when he raised his eyes, his dark eyes seemed to contain thousands of flying snowflakes, looking at Yan Qing as if he were a complete stranger.
Yan Qing was rarely distracted. He looked up at the sword intent quietly and stood still.
In the blink of an eye, everyone in Shifang City was happy and everyone was worried.
Xi Yanqing is finally going to die.
You Yanqing died just like that.
Xi was so powerful that he could even kill Yan Qing with his sword.
You is a man with unfathomable strength, and even Yan Qing can be killed by his sword.
Xie Shiyi cultivated the ruthless way, cutting off all emotions and desires, so the sword's power was extremely cold. When it brushed past his ears, it was like a long, lonely wind from the distant sky, carrying snow particles and rubbing against his skin.
Yan Qing thrust the sword into his body. Suddenly, the moment Xie Shiyi approached, the sword of no regrets shattered like ice crystals.
At the same time, he placed one hand on Yan Qing's shoulder, moved forward, and moved his body closer, in a posture that was both extremely intimate and extremely dangerous.
But in the eyes of outsiders, Xie Shiyi was at a disadvantage during the confrontation between the two.
Xie Shiyi walked out of the cave of thousands of ghosts with mountains of corpses and seas of blood. His aura was still as cold and cold as snow, enveloping him and surrounding him completely.
Her lips were pressed against his ear, and she whispered softly, "Take me back, Yan Qing."