The red lanterns in the South City lit up one after another. Along the eaves, along the walls, along the lines of the streets and alleys, they floated in the sky. The osmanthus flowers flowed on the tiles, and the sky was as bright as day. The green mist dissipated, and people walked out from the corners. The largest underground trading place in Nanzezhou became prosperous and lively again at night.
Yan Qing prepared Xie Shiyi psychologically in advance: "Have you ever read a storybook before?"
Xie Shiyi: “No.”
Yan Qing: "No, you haven't even read the storybook, so your life has been meaningless for the past two hundred years."
Xie Shiyi glanced at him and said calmly, "The surprise you mentioned, is it that you take me to read the storybook?"
"…" Yan Qing suddenly felt it was boring and said sarcastically: "Next time, even if you guess it, can you pretend you don't know?"
But Yan Qing's plan failed. The vendor was as timid as a mouse. He was frightened by Qingyan and Lingling and ran away with his bedding packed up. When he returned to the original place, there was only an empty space left.
Xie Shiyi chuckled and said slowly, "Now that you've found a place, are you planning to give me the script in person?"
Yan Qing: “…”
Xie Shiyi: "Oh, what a surprise."
Yan Qing laughed, his tone sinister, each word was pronounced carefully: "You are so amazing, Immortal Venerable, you have guessed this! It's just a storybook, right? I will tell you!"
Xie Shiyi looked down at him, ignoring his sarcasm. Just then, the two of them passed by a street stall, which was filled with various copper and iron knives and swords that were obviously crudely made. Xie Shiyi stopped, curled his lips, and said to Yan Qing indifferently: "There are weapons hidden in the market. Are there any that satisfy you?"
Yan Qing was not angry either. He squatted down calmly, picked up a wooden sword, and said to the buyer sincerely: "Shopkeeper, your weapon is good - look at the appearance, the momentum, and the sharp edge. It's hard to say if you don't sell it for 100,000 spirit stones."
Shopkeeper: “???”
Yan Qing said firmly: "One price, one hundred thousand spirit stones, I don't want even a single one." After that, he tilted his head and said to Xie Shiyi in a gloomy tone: "Immortal Venerable, you can't let me pay for this. You know, we storytellers come from poor families."
Xie Shiyi said nonchalantly: "I don't have any spiritual stones on me."
Yan Qing retorted, "Don't you have any valuables on you?"
Xie Shiyi lowered his eyes and glanced at him.
"..." Seeing this, Yu Xin, who had been following the two silently since the auction, stepped forward and said, "Senior, I have spiritual stones on me. Let me pay."
"Forget it." Yan Qing only intended to torture Xie Shiyi. He himself couldn't bear to spend 100,000 spirit stones to buy such a broken sword.
After all, he is still a poor guy with only 100 spirit stones a month.
Yan Qing put down the wooden sword and said, "It is better for people to earn their living by their own labor and not always rely on others."
Yu Xin: “…” Oh! So you think that if our leader wants spiritual stones, it’s not called relying on others? !
Although he had seen Xie Shiyi's people the day before, the black market was full of mixed people, so Yan Qing was still reluctant to drag him here. He was afraid of causing unnecessary trouble, although Xie Shiyi usually didn't cause trouble for others.
To return to Wangqing Sect, one must pass through 9,900 steps. Yan Qing took out the story book from his sleeve and could guess the general plot just by looking at the table of contents.
I casually opened the first page and read by the moonlight:
"There is such a legendary figure in the world of cultivation, named Murong Motian, with outstanding looks and aloof temperament. He is the top of the Qingyun Ranking, at the peak of the Spiritualization Stage, the chief disciple of the world's number one sect, and also a well-known favored child of heaven in the world of cultivation. Countless infatuated men and women bow down to him. Unfortunately, Immortal Murong is unkind and unfeeling, and all the men and women who climb onto his couch are rejected by him, hahahahaha!"
After reading it, Yan Qing was so happy that he closed the book and laughed so hard. The more he thought about it, the funnier it became. He asked, "Immortal Venerable, is this true?"
Xie Shiyi didn't show any expression after hearing this. When Yan Qing was too happy to look at the road, she brushed her sleeves to help him scatter a dead branch under his feet. Without answering, she asked softly: "Do you think I am surprised or happy now?"
Surprise, surprise, surprise
Yan Qing had a bad reputation in his previous life thanks to the Seventh Eunuch, so he could understand Xie Shiyi's current feelings very well.
But when she heard his question, she wanted to annoy him, so she said without thinking: "Of course I'm overjoyed! Yaoyao, it seems that your life in heaven is very colorful, and you are very lucky."
Xie Shiyi didn't say anything.
Yan Qing blinked: "So is it true or not?"
Xie Shiyi tilted his head and glanced at him gently.
The moonlight and the red plum blossoms complemented each other. When he looked at people seriously, the dark blue in the depths of his eyes was looming, like a broken jade meteor. After a long time, he withdrew his gaze and said, "It's fake."
Yan Qing: “Hmm?”
Xie Shiyi said: "The people who can see me are rare. The people who dare to act unruly in front of me are even rarer."
This is a fictional folk story, this is him in the secular imagination.
But at the same time... the one hundred years that they had lost.
Xie Shiyi paused and said quietly: "I have been cultivating for the past 100 years since I joined the Wangqing Sect. After joining the Immortal Alliance, I have been in the Xiaoyu Palace. I am not unkind. No one who comes to me needs kindness. As for being cold-hearted and unmotivated—" After saying that, he laughed softly, his voice cold: "I didn't even know I had this personality."
"Ah?" Yan Qing didn't expect to get such a serious explanation from him. For a moment, he was holding the book in the wind, confused. After a long time, he said awkwardly: "Oh."
Xie Shiyi asked calmly: "Do you want to talk more?"
Yan Qing asked back: "Do you want to listen?"
Xie Shiyi raised his eyes and looked at him.
In fact, he had heard these comments. No one dared to let him see this kind of folk story, but that didn't mean he wouldn't know.
But knowing does not mean wanting to understand.
But nine thousand nine hundred steps were too long, and Yan Qing’s interest was almost palpable.
Xie Shiyi said, "Go ahead."
"Okay." Yan Qing's eyes reflected the starlight, and his eyes became crescents. He took out the storybook again. He was just bored now, and before reading it, he mentioned: "Xie Shiyi, do you still remember the stories I told you in the Yujue Prison?"
Xie Shiyi: “Remember.”
It's a mess and there's no logic.
Yan Qing said confidently: "I think if I hadn't left the Demon Realm, it would have been nice to be a storyteller in the human world."
Xie Shiyi said coldly: "You can indeed starve yourself to death."
Yan Qing rolled his eyes, took out the book and patted it: "Xie Shiyi, don't be so heartless. If you knew a little bit of the sweet talk in the book, you wouldn't be so scary like you are now."
Xie Shiyi had a cold expression, lowered his eyes, and quietly looked at the road under Yan Qing's feet.
Yan Qing read the first paragraph and said, "Let's begin. Junior Brother still remembers the scene when he first met Senior Brother Chief. He came back from traveling on a sword, his white clothes fluttering, like a banished immortal... It's too long, I won't read it anymore, I'll summarize the plot for you."
He could guess the general plot just by looking at the table of contents.
"Junior brother is a errand disciple of the Wangqing Sect, and was bullied by the family. He joined the Wangqing Sect alone, but was still bullied. On a snowy winter day, he was left by a cold pond in the sect's forbidden area by his peers. As luck would have it, Senior Brother Murong was bathing in the cold pond. Seeing the pitiful look of Junior brother, he felt pity for him and brought him back to take him in as his disciple."
Xie Shiyi had a blank expression on his face.
Yan Qing read the catalogue at a glance and said, "Senior Brother Murong is very kind to his only disciple. He taught him sword skills and cultivation, and gave him countless magical elixirs and magic tools. Junior brother is envied by the people of the world and is regarded as a thorn in their eyes. They secretly attack junior brother, so that he is either tied up or plotted against. Senior Brother Murong always travels thousands of miles to save junior brother from danger."
The author wrote more than a hundred chapters on similar plots of being kidnapped and then rescued.
Yan Qing kept flipping through the pages until he finally found a unique plot point.
"Oh. On the other hand, Junior Brother was found to have nightmares in his sea of consciousness, a demon seed. In order to protect him, Senior Brother Murong was willing to betray the sect... He was abandoned by his friends and family and wandered the world with him..."
Yan Qing was silent for a moment after reading this.
A petal of plum blossom brushed across the page of the book, adding a thin layer of blood to the words "betrayed by everyone and friends".
Yan Qing was in a trance.
Deserted by everyone.
—Xie Ying was infatuated with love all his life, and even died in the arms of the person he loved.
For Bai Xiaoxiao, he destroyed the ruthless way, shattered Liuli's heart, rebelled against the sect, and wandered around.
The last thing he got was Bai Xiaoxiao's tearful sword.
Yan Qing held the book with a gloomy expression.
In fact, judging from the completely unfamiliar attitude of Rejuvenation Sect's Xie Shiyi towards Bai Xiaoxiao, Yan Qing also doesn't think that "Love Nightmare" is a book with a correct plot.
But in his life, before he had recovered any memories of the present, he was forced to accept the contents of the book "Love Nightmare". The contents were also vague, and he only remembered the plot of the original owner and the final ending of Xie Shiyi. This was a book that he was not interested in, and he read it in a hurry. He understood what it was about but had no idea about the plot, and he was not even qualified to know the warning in advance.
His life was caused by the devil, so this memory is not simple in Yan Qing's view.
Yan Qing didn't know what identity to use to ask Xie Shiyi about Bai Xiaoxiao before. Now, because it involves the devil, he doesn't want to implicate Xie Shiyi. He is not afraid that Xie Shiyi is incapable of fighting the devil.
What he was afraid of... When Xie Shiyi joined the game, his biggest enemy would become himself.
During the one hundred years in Shifang City, the Demon God had put forward some very bewitching requests in order to make him awaken the nightmare in his sea of consciousness...Yan Qing was not completely unshakable.
"Thank you for your help." Yan Qing said, blinking and smiling nonchalantly, "Give me some comments."
Xie Shiyi: “What?”
Yan Qing asked: "How's the plot?"
Xie Shiyi said calmly: "Okay."
Yan Qing almost choked on his saliva and threatened him fiercely: "Don't be perfunctory to me. If you were Murong Motian, would you do this?"
Xie Shiyi glanced at him, recalled the plot, and said nonchalantly, "No."
Yan Qing: "Nothing will happen?"
Xie Shiyi: "I won't accept any disciples."
Yan Qing suppressed a laugh: "Indeed, I can't imagine what you are like as a master."
It's simply misleading young people.
Xie Shiyi spoke clearly and calmly again: "Wangqing Sect does not have menial disciples; Yuqing Peak does not allow outsiders to enter; meeting me is not a good thing; if I really care about someone, I will not let him fall into various dangers."
Yan Qing said without hesitation: "Oh, then would you betray the sect for love?"
Yan Qing: “…”
Xie Shiyi: “…”
Yan Qing was so embarrassed after asking that he wanted to jump off the 9,900 steps. But he still pretended to be calm and changed the subject without making a sound: "Xian Zun, do you like porridge?"
Xie Shiyi had never answered this kind of question. He seemed to smile slightly, but his eyes were not amused: "You can guess whether I can do it or not."
And answer the following questions.
"No. Don't I prefer begging?"
Yan Qing: “…”