—Have you noticed? We really like begging!
Yan Qing didn't expect that Hei Shuize's words would make Xie Shiyi remember it until now. He secretly complained: You are so petty, Yaoyao, is it necessary to hold a grudge like that
Yan Qing: "I asked seriously."
Xie Shiyi: “Okay.”
Yan Qing couldn't believe it: "You just say 'good' to me?"
Xie Shiyi chuckled: "Do you want me to come back?"
Yan Qing: “…Forget it.”
Of course, Xie Shiyi had no memory of the bowl of porridge he had when he was a child. So, what kind of ghost is this "Nightmare"? After returning to Yuqing Peak, Yan Qing said goodbye to Xie Shiyi and ran to the plum forest to choose a tree. He made a weapon just to perfunctorily deal with outsiders, it would be better to make it himself than to spend money to buy it.
"Can these trees really be cut down?" Yan Qing looked up at the plum blossoms blooming in the fine snow and asked curiously.
Xie Shiyi said in a cold tone: "Whatever."
Yan Qing: "Then I'll chop it off."
He could tell that there was a formation in this plum blossom forest, and moving a single tree would be dangerous. Moreover, looking around the entire Wangxiang Sect, there was indeed no plum tree more suitable for making swords than the ones on Yuqing Peak.
Yan Qing was now in the Nascent Soul stage, so it was easy for him to chop down a tree and roughly make a sword model. He took the sword back and slowly sharpened it against the light.
Xie Shiyi sat down opposite him, her snow-white clothes draped over the ground, her satin-like black hair seemed to be shining like the cold moonlight.
When Yan Qing was sharpening the sword, he suddenly thought: "Xie Shiyi, do you still remember the umbrella I made in the barrier city?"
Xie Shiyi: “Remember.”
Yan Qing smiled and said, "It would be nice if the bamboo forest was like it is now and we could cut it whenever we want."
They really suffered a lot in order to make an umbrella.
You have to hide from the owner of the bamboo forest and the poisonous snakes below.
When Xie Shiyi heard him mention the barrier city, he was stunned for a moment, and then he actually smiled softly.
Yan Qing used a thin blade to cut off the barbs on the wood and said, "I remember that I just wanted an umbrella at that time."
Xie Shiyi: “Yeah.”
Yan Qing blew away the sawdust on the sword, and only now was he going to talk to Xie Shiyi about serious matters. He said in a deep voice, "I'm going to Nanshi tonight to get some information out of that demon. Ten years ago, when the Qin family was in seclusion, they secretly sent people to the Demon Realm to build Plum City, and are colluding with the Hundred Cities."
After listening to this, Xie Shiyi was slightly stunned and asked: "Meicheng?"
Yan Qing nodded: "Yes. The most important thing is that they found another way from the Demon Realm to the Upper Heaven."
Xie Shiyi frowned.
Yan Qing asked: "Do you know that the Qin family wants to do something to you? They have connections with Huai Zi, learned the art of controlling nightmares, and now they have entered the Demon Realm. I suspect it may be bad for you."
Xie Shiyi placed his fingers on the table. He had always been the one who made the final decision behind the scenes in Xiaoyu Palace. No one knew what he was thinking behind the long steps and curtains. This was probably the first time he had said this to anyone. He lowered his eyes, spoke clearly and calmly.
"Back then, the Qin family proposed the technique of removing nightmares and established 480 temples, but over the years, not a single case of success has been achieved, and the internal staff have never shown it to the public. Although the Upper Heaven has doubts, the 480 temples are the only reason for the demons to survive, and they are like prisons. The Nine Sects and Three Gates will not delve into it."
"Purple Gold Continent is close to Cangwang Sea. The terrain of Four Hundred and Eighty Temples is treacherous and the Qin family is on high alert. I have never been able to find the best opportunity to go in."
"As for what I just said," Xie Shiyi raised his eyes, his eyes were cold and determined: "I don't think the Qin family has the ability to find another way. If the Qin family really has the ability to move freely between the upper and lower worlds, Qin Changxi would not beat around the bush to confirm my current situation."
"There is only one road from the Demon Realm to the Upper Heaven, and the exit is at the Demon Slaying Array, next to the Xiaoyu Palace." Xie Shiyi said: "If they are controlling the Xiaoyu Palace, then they are not bringing people out of the Demon Realm."
Yan Qing followed his train of thought and knew that the previous statement was impossible: "So, the Lord of the Underworld City that I met was not a human?"
Xie Shiyi raised the corners of his lips sarcastically, and said lightly: "It is said that when a cultivator reaches the Mahayana stage, he and the nightmare can coexist. In fact, I have always been curious, is it that humans have temporarily subdued the nightmare? Or is it that the nightmare has gained reason and devoured humans."
Yan Qing was stunned for a moment and his expression became serious. He had had this suspicion before in Shifang City.
When he reached the Mahayana stage, he was able to coexist with the nightmare in his sea of consciousness and control whether it woke up or not at will - is this demon still a human under the skin
Nightmares are curses, parasites, without reason and only know how to kill. But people forget that nightmares grow stronger together with the cultivators in the sea of consciousness. What is the situation of nightmares in the Mahayana period? Perhaps only the demons themselves know.
In his previous life, he never awakened the nightmare in his sea of consciousness, and he only had a vague understanding of nightmares.
Seeing his expressionless expression, Xie Shiyi casually put the sword back into his sleeve and said softly, "Your cultivation is too low now. Don't act rashly in matters concerning the Qin family in the future."
Yan Qing came back to his senses and said with a smile: "Well, don't worry. My most urgent task is the Qingyun Conference, isn't it?"
The thousand lamps on the heavenly steps were under Xie Shiyi's eyes.
Each of the nine major sects has one earth-level Nightmare-detecting immortal weapon, which is hidden in a forbidden area.
Among the Xuan-level immortal artifacts that have not yet recognized their master, the one closest to him is perhaps the Yaoguang Qin.
Xie Shiyi stretched out his hand to probe his dantian and meridians, and after confirming that everything was fine, he stood up and prepared to leave.
Seeing him standing up, Yan Qing remembered something and asked curiously, "Yaoyao, will you attend the Qingyun Conference?"
He also found it interesting after he finished speaking. If Xie Shiyi participated in the Qingyun Conference, it would be quite a sensation. He might be the only one in the Spiritualization Stage in the past ten thousand years.
Xie Shiyi said calmly: "No, leave it to you for a chance to stand out."
Yan Qing laughed for a long time, raised his wooden sword and said, "Oh, I will definitely fulfill your mission."
He had already given the token to Tianshu, and would probably leave for Fuhuamen in two days. Perhaps the Qingyun Conference was the beginning of his true understanding of Nanzezhou.
Red plum blossoms, fine snow, dim candlelight.
Perhaps because he talked about the umbrella with Xie Shiyi, when Yan Qing closed his eyes to practice, his thoughts couldn't help but recall the Barrier City.
The city of barriers, the judgment of the cliff. The fall of the favored son of heaven, which was a grand event in the eyes of outsiders, was actually not unusual for the person involved.
Pride had long been forgotten in the forty-nine days of loneliness in the dark room. Gratitude was also completely cut off while walking on the long spring water peach blossom road.
Let others judge right and wrong.
They said he was guilty, they said he was innocent, they guessed his fragility and despair, they waited for his humiliation and embarrassment. But in March when it rained continuously in the city, when Xie Shiyi looked up at the sky, he just wanted an umbrella.
When making that umbrella, Xie Shiyi was very quiet, and Yan Qing was also very quiet. The only sound that echoed between heaven and earth was the sound of the drizzle from the eaves falling on the bluestone slabs, ticking, as if counting the past.
The past is like a big dream, from a genius to a thief, from the clouds to the mud, from the admiration of everyone to a street rat. Because of the original sin that does not belong to him, his wings were forced to be broken and he suffered the pain of upside down torture.
It's just like a dream.
When his meridians were destroyed and he was thrown into the prison of oblivion, Xie Shiyi's eyes, which had been injured since childhood, became blind again.
There is no light and no sound in the Hell of Absolute Desolation.
Above is the dark, still water, which contains cold light and cold air. Sinners of all generations have been thrown into this place, with only one way to go, and they have driven themselves crazy in the endless silence and oppression.
Xie Shiyi was sitting on a moss-covered step, his face pale and his eyes drooping, his expression unclear, like a lifeless jade sculpture.
Yan Qing was already able to control the wind by that time. He used the wind to lift the hair on Xie Shiyi's forehead and gently touch his dull gray-blue eyes.
After thinking for a long time, he whispered, "Xie Shiyi, how about I tell you a story?"
For forty-nine days, Yan Qing racked his brains, scratched his head, and told all the stories he had heard read.
By the end I was confused. I just talked about whatever came to my mind and didn't know if I was repeating myself or making sense.
I don’t even know if Xie Shiyi listened to it.
Xie Shiyi sat on the bluestone, his eyes dim, listening to his voice, his fingers gently tracing lines on the wall. The pale fingertips traced the damp and dark wall, stroke by stroke, like a butterfly gently flitting across a broken wall, quiet and gentle.
Fifteen years later, he was released from the prison. On the day of trial, it rained on the road of spring water and peach blossoms. Xie Shiyi's eyes were not fully recovered yet, half dark. In the misty vision, there was only a straight road ahead. He couldn't see where the end led to, and he didn't know what the ending would be.
That was the first time he appeared in public after his identity was exposed and he became a disabled person.
There were many people watching. Some were familiar, some were strangers. Some were on good terms with him, some were enemies with him. Some admired him, some were jealous of him.
The lines of sight intertwined in the rain.
Yan Qing muttered, "If the five families refuse to let us go, we will jump off the cliff of no regrets."
Xie Shiyi was really amused by him at that time.
No matter how brilliant and intelligent they were, they were just two fifteen-year-old boys who could only walk alone in the snowy fate.
Xie Shiyi said with interest: "If you jump off the cliff without regrets, you will definitely die, right?"
Yan Qing said coldly: "Anyway, I would rather die than be killed by those disgusting people in the Bai family."
Xie Shiyi reminded him: "Aren't you afraid of the pain? Falling to death is very painful."
Yan Qing did not hesitate: "Don't be afraid! A man must die one day, some are lighter than a feather, some are heavier than Mount Tai!"
Xie Shiyi laughed again.
Yan Qing used the method of provoking him to say: "Why? You don't dare?"
Xie Shiyi said: "No, I don't dare."
Yan Qing said: "It's settled then, you won't regret it later!"
"Yeah." Xie Shiyi walked forward.
Step by step, he walked on the road of being judged by thousands of people, and stepped on the mottled and scattered first half. When he raised his eyes, his dark blue pupils were separated by smoke, as if he was quietly watching a certain imaginary phantom in the air.
—Like every stroke on the wall of the mysterious and secluded place.
The world is arguing about right and wrong, trying to see through his bones and soul, to look down on him and sympathize with his joys and sorrows.
Yan Qing was worried again and said, "Let's die together, or you will regret it."
In front of the No Regrets Cliff, the ground is covered with peach blossoms and water.
Xie Shiyi smiled gently and said, "No regrets."
The Bai family wants his life.
But they did not die, as they were saved by Le Zhan who was on the road.
In fact, even if Le Zhan hadn’t come, Xie Shiyi didn’t think he would die.
After the umbrella was finally made successfully.
He and Yan Qing had an argument about whether to paint on the umbrella cover.
Yan Qing felt that getting rid of those evil people in the barrier city was something they should celebrate, and they could even paint the umbrella bright red!
Xie Shiyi refused without even thinking about it, and gave a straightforward reason - "it's ugly".
“Shut up!” Yan Qing was so angry that she wanted to jump out and strangle him to death when her aesthetic taste was questioned.
Xie Shiyi simply wanted an umbrella and planned to cover himself with a white cloth. Yan Qing was unwilling to accept it.
Yan Qing tried to persuade him: "White paper umbrellas are used when someone dies in our place! It's unlucky!"
Xie Shiyi said coldly: "Red paper umbrellas are used at weddings. Why? Are you going to get married?"
Yan Qing: “…” One day he will poison Xie Shiyi and make him mute!
Yan Qing finally gritted his teeth and threatened directly: "Xie Shiyi, if you dare to go out with a white umbrella, we will all want to go to Liuxianzhou."
Xie Shiyi pursed her lips and finally compromised.
He used a red brush to draw a few plum blossoms on the umbrella paper.
The day he left the city, the rain was getting heavier. He was just an ordinary person at that time. He did not stay in the city, but walked out alone with an umbrella. Children on the street saw him and laughed strangely while singing the lyrics taught by adults: "One by one, one ...
"The Substitute Prince".
The voice was sharp and full of malice.
Xie Shiyi had not yet recovered from his serious illness, but the corners of his lips were curled up in a half-smile.
Yan Qing grabbed his body, rotated and tilted the umbrella, and the water droplets scattered. The plum blossom oil-paper umbrella cleared away the rain and fog, and said softly: "Xie Shiyi, don't look, don't turn around, let's go."
Look, look back.
Let’s go.
After arriving at Liuxianzhou, Yan Qing asked him where the Yujue Prison was at that time.
Xie Shiyi replied calmly, "I'm drawing. I'm thinking, don't make so much noise, I'm a big shot."
Yan Qing laughed in anger, and immediately said shamelessly: "Anyway, he is so handsome and elegant that you can't draw him. You must be shocked when you see me, and you will be so inferior that you dare not look in the mirror."
Xie Shiyi retorted, "I never look in the mirror." At the same time, he mocked Yan Qing, "Oh, wait for the day when I will be shocked." He has been outstanding in appearance since he was a child, and he is used to the compliments and amazing eyes. He has always been the one who shocked people. Even if you don't care about your appearance, no one will be beautiful without knowing it.