Yan Qing was imprisoned in the Jinghong Hall, the main peak of the Huichun Sect, waiting for the sect leader to come out tomorrow to give him the final judgment.
According to the plot, the trial scene is when the person from Wangqing Sect announces his marriage to Xie Ying to the world.
“…” What a sin.
Yan Qing decided to leave tonight and not be humiliated in public. His relationship with Xie Ying was too complicated, and if possible, Yan Qing didn't want to see him again in his life.
The moon was cold in the sky. Yan Qing opened the window and, as expected, he met the cold gaze of the guards. His father had learned his lesson. The Jinghong Palace was heavily guarded. Not even a mosquito could fly out.
Outside the palace, there is a row of pear blossoms, colorful as snow, emitting brilliant light under the moon.
Yan Qing placed her hands on the windowsill and smiled at the guard: "Don't be nervous, I'll open the window for some fresh air."
The guard said coldly, "Master, I advise you not to have any evil thoughts."
Yan Qing thought, if I have evil thoughts, who can stop me? But he couldn't. After exposing his identity in public, he might be hunted down by the entire Upper Heaven.
Yan Qing pointed his finger and suddenly smiled: "Brother, isn't it boring to stand here? Why don't we chat?"
The guard was unmoved: "Master, it is late at night, please go back and rest."
Yan Qing ignored him and asked himself: "What year is it in Chunhe now?"
The guard didn't dare to offend him, so he pursed his lips and replied, "Spring and a hundred years."
Yan Qing seemed to be thinking about something.
A hundred years of spring and rain, it turns out that he has been dead for a hundred years. After his rebirth, he ran around for the Biyun Mirror all night, and now he calmed down and seriously recalled the things that happened before and after his death.
Yan Qing smiled and said, "It's been a hundred years since Spring, so doesn't that mean the Qingyun Conference will start again?"
The Qingyun Conference is a grand event in the world of cultivation. It is held every hundred years and gathers cultivators from all over the world. Even the nine major immortal sects will send their core disciples to participate. The conference sets up the Qingyun Ranking. Once a name is on the Qingyun Ranking, it will be known to the world.
The person who topped the Qingyun list last year was Xie Shiyi.
The guard looked at him in confusion and reminded him, "Do you still remember this? The Luo Lin flower that the sect had nurtured for a hundred years was intended to be presented to the Wangqing Sect at the Qingyun Conference, and then you stole it."
Yan Qing: “…”
Yan Qing laughed twice awkwardly and impolitely.
A pear blossom floated in front of Yan Qing's eyes. Yan Qing blinked and immediately changed the subject: "Do you think Xie Ying will attend the Qingyun Conference this time?"
The guard was stunned. He didn't expect to hear the word "Xie Ying" from Yan Qing so casually. After all, this name is more like an unspeakable legend in the world of cultivation, as far away as the moon in the sky and the snow on the mountain, difficult to reach.
The guard said vaguely, "Maybe he will participate. However, in the first year of Chunhe, Immortal Master Du Wei went into seclusion in Nanshan Mountain, and I don't know if he has come out now."
Yan Qing was shocked: "Xie Ying is in seclusion?"
Guard: "Yes."
Yan Qing was quite curious: "Why?"
The guard said, "How can we guess what Immortal Du Wei is thinking?"
Yan Qing chuckled: "Tell me more specifically and I'll guess."
Guard: “…” This young master must have had his brains blown out along with Youlao, what nonsense is he talking about.
Seeing that he didn't believe her, Yan Qing didn't say much. Looking at the dancing pear blossoms in front of her, she was slightly lost in thought and felt a little thirsty. She asked, "Do you have pear blossom wine?"
The guard reminded him: "Young master, you are a prisoner now." The implication was that you should not be too presumptuous.
Yan Qing touched his chin: "Can't a sinner drink alcohol?"
The guard could no longer bear it: "Master, please go back."
Yan Qing smiled lazily: "It will be so boring to go back home. I can't sleep. I told you to chat and relieve your boredom."
The guard had a sour face.
Yan Qing held a small branch of pear blossoms that was blown into his palm by the wind and said, "Let's talk about Xie Ying."
“…” The guards really wanted to tie this ancestor up and make him sleep well and stop talking!
Is Xie Ying also someone they can discuss? This world-famous Qingyun leader, in addition to being the eldest disciple of Wangqing Sect, also has a terrifying identity, the leader of the Immortal Alliance. Xie Ying's sword is named "No Regret". Over the years, countless demons have died under the sword of No Regret. It can be said that the blood has flowed like a river and the bones have become a city.
The most frightening thing is that when Xie Ying exterminated the demons, he did not use the immortal tool to identify whether there was a nightmare in the sea of consciousness. Life and death depended on his thoughts. No one knew whether he had killed someone by mistake, and no one dared to question it.
Guard: "Master, I advise you not to be so outspoken in the future."
Yan Qing was stunned for a moment, then laughed quietly, shaking the pear blossom in his hand, and said lazily: "Is this what you call speaking without restraint?"
The guard said coldly, "The Immortal Master Du Wei is not someone we can discuss."
Yan Qing sneered: "Isn't he talked about enough? Don't you know about his childhood in the Barrier City?"
"… "
The guard now wished Yan Qing was dumb, and even wished he was deaf. He turned around and no longer cared about this suicidal person.
It's no secret that Immortal Master Du Wei spent his youth in the Barrier City—but who is fearless enough to discuss it
Xie Shiyi was once the eldest son of the Xie family, one of the five great families in the Human Barrier City. When he was young, he was also a gifted and talented child, and was admired by many. But all this changed because of a beggar who came to his door. The beggar took out the token and revealed Xie Shiyi's identity, which directly ruined his reputation and plunged him into the abyss.
It turns out that the beggar is the real son of the Xie family, and Xie Shiyi is just the son of a lowly sword servant. His fate was changed by the vicious sword servant who substituted the prince for him, and everything he has now was stolen.
As soon as the news came out, the other four families, who had always been overshadowed by Xie Shiyi, immediately fell into a revenge that was almost crazy.
They believed that his skills were all acquired with the help of the Xie family, so they broke his bones and weakened his meridians.
They locked him in a secluded room for 49 days, trying to drive him crazy.
They thought he was a thief, a street rat, born with original sin that could never be washed away.
They believed that Xie Shiyi had enjoyed the glory for so many years and should not pay nothing. Whatever they did, Xie Shiyi deserved it.
The most widely circulated story in the world of cultivation should be the trial at the cliff of no regrets when Xie Shiyi came out of the secluded room.
The beggar who came to the door that year died of an old illness.
The head of the Bai family was righteous and indignant and said that he would make Xie Shiyi pay with his life, saying that it was only right for a son to pay for his father's debt.
From the Netherworld to the Cliff of No Regret, there is a very long corridor, surrounded by the people of the entire Barrier City, children of aristocratic families, and foreign monks.
They had different opinions on whether Xie Shiyi should be put to death.
That corridor also has a nice name, called Peach Blossom Spring Water.
Yan Qing actually still vaguely remembers some of the scenes.
It rained heavily that day, and the rain and fog were hazy. In spring, peach blossoms were everywhere. Xie Shiyi wore a chain made of black iron on his hands, his black hair was loose, and he walked forward in silence.
The mountain path beside was full of people, each one whispering to each other, looking at each other with sympathy or sarcasm, and talking in a logical manner.
They said.
"I feel so sorry for Xie Shiyi. This is not his choice."
They said.
"He is pitiful? Why don't you think the dead young master is more pitiful?"
"His biological father killed Patriarch Xie's child. The son paid for his father's debt. He is not innocent at all."
They said.
"But it was his father's fault. Why should he bear the consequences?"
"Oh, stop arguing. We are all poor people who have been fooled by fate."
Those eyes passed through the spring water, through the peach blossoms, and fell on Xie Shiyi's upright back. They seemed to want to pass through his bones and soul - examining his sins and judging his life with a high and arrogant attitude.
After the guard turned around, he felt itchy again. Although he was afraid to talk about Xie Ying, he couldn't help but be curious. Usually no one dared to talk about these things.
He moved his neck, turned around, and started the conversation with a cold face: "What's the point of talking about this now? The villains that Immortal Du Wei met in the Barrier City when he was young were all killed by him later. The Barrier City has now been burned to ashes and has become a ghost town."
Yan Qing sneered in his heart: No, the young master of the Bai family in Zhancheng is still alive and well, and by the way, he has become the white moonlight of your Immortal Master Duwei.
The guard saw that Yan Qing had stopped talking, and he was eager to talk. People are mean, they ignore him when they catch him chatting, and they can't control their mouths after they stop talking.
The guard talked loudly, "During the trial at the Buhui Cliff, Immortal Du Wei must have been extremely angry at the time. Fortunately, he survived in the end and got his revenge."
Yan Qing laughed for a long time after hearing this, and only after he had laughed enough did he ask, "Do you think he hated it so much at that time?"
Guard: "That's right. How can I not hate him? Fortunately, there were many cultivators from other cities who were kind to the Immortal Master. They felt sorry for what he had gone through and said a lot of good things for him. This can be regarded as a little comfort to the Immortal Master."
Yan Qing leaned over the window, laughing so hard that her stomach almost hurt: "Comfort? Do you really think so?"
The guard felt that he was being mocked and became angry: "What are you laughing at! Then what do you think Immortal Du Wei was thinking at that time?"
Yan Qing stroked the cold branches with her slender fingers, raised the corners of her lips, and said slowly: "Him? He wanted an umbrella at that time."
The guard was stunned: "An umbrella?"
Yan Qing pulled the pear blossom and nodded, "Yes, he wanted an umbrella. At that time, he had lost all his cultivation, his meridians were broken, and his body was covered with wounds. He also stayed in the secluded room for a long time, so his vision and hearing were affected. The rain on his body was very uncomfortable, and he couldn't stand strong light, so what he needed most was an umbrella. Is it strange to want an umbrella?"
Guard: “…Are you kidding me?”
Yan Qing: "Why am I teasing you?"
The guard gnashed his teeth and said, "How could Immortal Du Wei think of this?"
"But that's really what he was thinking." Yan Qing laughed: "Besides, to Xie Shiyi at that time, there was actually no difference between other people's kindness and malice."
It's more of boredom.
After all, Xie Shiyi’s real original sin has always been pride.
The trial at the Cliff of No Regrets ended with a cultivator from the upper heaven passing by accidentally. He took pity on Xie Shiyi, promised the five major families some benefits, and saved his life.
The distant mountains are cold and green, and the mist and rain are wet.
Xie Shiyi stood in front of his leaky firewood hut, listening to the instructions of the elder in charge, thinking to himself - he needed an umbrella.
The elder in charge said softly, "Don't hate the master of the family. Just blame it on fate. It's normal for him to hate you. You are a mortal now, so just hide when you see him."
Xie Shiyi nodded: "Yeah." He thought that there was a bamboo forest in the back mountain, which might be able to be used to make umbrellas.
The elder in charge sighed, looked at the pale-faced young man in front of him, and said softly: "Shiyi, I believe you are a sensible person. When your injuries are healed, leave the barrier city."
Xie Shiyi smiled, took the bundle the elder brought him, lowered his eyes and said, "Thank you."
The elder in charge left with two disciples.
One of the female disciples looked back repeatedly, her eyes full of pity as she looked at him.
Another male disciple looked disdainful, tugged at her clothes and said, "Let's go, what are you still looking at."
The female disciple's voice was very low, coming through the rain curtain: "Don't you think Senior Brother Xie is pitiful?"
The male disciple asked back: "Then isn't the dead young master pitiful?"
The female disciple bit her lip: "But what does this have to do with Senior Brother Xie? Why should he suffer this?"
The male disciple rolled his eyes: "It is only natural that a son should pay for his father's debts. The fault is that he has such a father."
The female disciple wanted to say something, but the elder in charge turned around and gave them a cold warning, and they both shut up.
Xie Shiyi took the clothes and listened to the words that he was almost tired of hearing with a calm face. He turned around and took a few steps before holding the door sill and retching silently. He hadn't eaten for a long time and couldn't vomit anything, but the nausea in his lungs could not be shaken off.
My throat felt like it was on fire. When I closed my eyes, I could see faces everywhere, some showing compassion, some showing gloating.
They argued endlessly about whether he was innocent or guilty.
Xie Shiyi's face was as pale as paper. He pulled his lip sarcastically and raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.
Standing up, he heard a familiar voice between the mountains and the sea.
Bright and crisp, but with a lazy tone: "Where are you going now?"
Only then did Xie Shiyi take off his disguise, revealing some fragility and fatigue, and said softly: "I don't know."
Later they made an umbrella out of bamboo and went to Liuxianzhou.
Perhaps it was because people’s thoughts were always unstable after rebirth. Yan Qing went back to his room and lay on the bed at night, and he dreamed about some things about Xie Shiyi again.
In fact, what others said about him being born rich and powerful was all false. The head of the Xie family was a playboy, never having a wife but only concubines, and he had too many children to count, and he had no feelings for his offspring.
Everything that Xie Shiyi has was taken away step by step from the cannibalistic Xie Mansion.
At first, they lived in a dilapidated house that leaked all year round.
When he was seven years old, Xie Shiyi learned to fly a sword. Without a master to guide him, he could only use the most stupid method, stepping on the sword and jumping off the roof. Fortunately, people who practice immortality have thick skin and flesh, otherwise he would have died countless times.
In an accident, Xie Shiyi was accidentally poked in the eye by a stone when he was falling from the roof. Although he was not blind, it would take a long time to recover. His eyes were covered with black silk and he could not see anything.
The Ascension Pavilion was recruiting people in a month, and the requirement was that they must be able to fly a sword. Time was urgent, so Xie Shiyi could only climb the stairs to the roof blindly every day, and thus stumbled and fell and got many wounds.
Yan Qing watched coldly, not wanting to care about him at all. At that time, the two of them were disgusted with each other - it was impossible for two equally proud teenagers to live in harmony in the same body.
But if Xie Shiyi was seriously injured and unconscious, Yan Qing would passively bear the pain he suffered. That kind of pain was comparable to being torn into pieces, and he cursed the heavens and the earth every time.
After several painful moments, Yan Qing couldn't bear it any longer and said angrily, "Xie Shiyi, stop."
Xie Shiyi completely ignored him.
Yan Qing took a deep breath and said, "Xie Shiyi, turn left and head east."
Xie Shiyi paused slightly but still ignored him.
Yan Qing immediately exploded: "There is a dead tree below the direction you are walking. If you want to die, can you find an easier way?"
Xie Shiyi said in a cold tone: "What does it have to do with you?"
Yan Qing was even colder: "If you hadn't died, I would have been shattered too. Do you think I would care about you?"
Xie Shiyi: "Then don't worry about it."
Yan Qing: "Get lost!"
To Xie Shiyi, Yan Qing was just a wandering ghost trying to take over his body, and every word he said was disgusting.
To Yan Qing, Xie Shiyi was a plague god who was always leading him to death and injury, and he wished he could eat his flesh and blood.
Xie Shiyi had a fearless spirit since childhood, like a madman. Many times, Yan Qing forcibly snatched Xie Shiyi's body because of fear of death, but was soon snatched back. In the process of snatching, both of them were bruised and battered, and neither of them got any benefit. This cycle repeated, and the hatred between them became deeper and deeper.
It was reasonable for Xie Shiyi to hate him, but the time travel was also a completely unprovoked disaster for Yan Qing.
He had completely lost his memory at that time, and had the same mentality as Xie Shiyi, a child. There was no point in talking about reason. Anyway, he didn't want to die!
"Xie Shiyi, let's talk."
Yan Qing tried hard to suppress his anger and spoke calmly.
The summer night sky was high and clear, the Milky Way was filled with bright stars, and his voice was particularly clear in the quiet environment.
Yan Qing said calmly: "The selection for the Ascension Pavilion will begin soon. You will never be able to learn to fly a sword if you keep doing this but only get half the result with twice the effort."
Xie Shiyi stood in the darkness in silence, his back fragile yet tough.
"I know you hate me." Yan Qing said sarcastically, "That's normal. I don't like you anyway. But now, your death will do me absolutely no good. You can trust me."
Yan Qing took a deep breath before he could slowly say: "I can see, Xie Shiyi, I will guide you."
After Yan Qing finished speaking, he had used up all his good temper in his life. He had a sour face and didn't want to talk anymore.
Xie Shiyi's feet were on the crumbling broken tiles, his eyes covered with black silk, his face pale, his fingers tightly clenched. His hands were covered with bruises and bruises, bleeding and scabbing, and the wind blew them up, bringing with it a dense pain.
The rooftop was very quiet. It was in the most remote corner of the Xie Mansion and there had not been a single living person for half a month.
I don't know how long the silence lasted.
The young man covered in thorns finally spoke, his voice so light that it was carried in the wind.
"Tell me, which way?"
This was his first reconciliation with Xie Shiyi, on the rooftop where he practiced swordplay at the age of seven.
Looking back now, what impressed me most were the vines growing on the roof.
Roots are connected to roots, stems are entangled with stems, and green waves stretch to the sky.
The next day, Yan Qing woke up very early because last night's dream made him feel a little unhappy.
Yan Qing rubbed his temple with his hand and laughed at himself. He and Xie Shiyi really shouldn't have met.
It was just dawn and there was only a faint glow in the east.
Yan Qing tied up his clothes, tied up his hair, took the folding fan on the table, opened the window, and the pear blossoms fell like snow in the air. The guard was sleeping soundly under the pear tree, holding his sword. When they were chatting last night, Yan Qing used the scent of pear blossoms to drug this man. The drug spread everywhere, and it was estimated that a large number of people guarding outside Jinghong Palace fell down.
Yan Qing didn't even think about following the plot. He had never been entangled by the devil in his life. The sky was high and the sea was vast, and he could be free everywhere.
The bat was hanging outside his eaves, drooling and sleeping soundly. It was only awakened slowly when Yan Qing tapped it with a folding fan.
The bat was confused for a moment when he woke up, and then he was furious and yelled crazily: "Damn it! What kind of vicious spell did you cast on me! Why was I dragged here to find you for no reason? Let me go, you hear me! Let me go! Otherwise, you will suffer the consequences!"
Yan Qing directly cast a silencing spell on it.
Bat: “…” Inner output.
Yan Qing smiled slightly: "Just stay by my side and shut up."
Bat: “… …” He was speaking crazily in his mind.
Yan Qing's green dress brushed across the dew-covered grass as she walked down the mountain.
An hour later, the bat's silence spell was lifted, and it grabbed his shoulder with its claws and asked, "Are you leaving?"
Yan Qing: “Yeah.”
The bat was very proud: "Great, I have long been disgusted with the shabby Huichun Sect. I will take you to where I used to live so that you can see the world."
Yan Qing asked, "Where did you live before?"
Bat puffed out his chest and said, "Have you heard of Liuxianzhou? The three continents of the upper heaven! The nine great immortal gates are located in Nanzezhou, the three great families are located in Zijinzhou, and my family is located in Liuxianzhou!"
Yan Qing sneered: "Isn't Liuxianzhou the place that connects the human world and the upper heaven? There is no obstruction to travel, and you can come and go as you please. Anyone can go there, whether they are human or ghost."
The bat thought about it and tried to save face: "But I have a cave in Liuxianzhou."
Yan Qing: "Can any hole dug in the mountains be considered a cave these days?"
Bat: "... You know shit!"
Yan Qing ignored the angry bat, walked on the misty road, and looked at the green mountains.
Bat: Where are you going
Yan Qing: "Wherever we go, that's it."
Bat: "Walk to the Demon Realm?"
Yan Qing: "Forget about the Demon Realm." I'm bored.
The bat snorted twice: "I knew you didn't have the guts." The bat flapped its wings twice and suddenly gave an idea: "Why don't we go to the Sea of Delusion!"
The Sea of Delusion is at the end of the Ninth Heaven. It is boundless and has thick fog all year round, which cannot be dispelled by any magic. For thousands of years, no one has ever been able to cross the Sea of Delusion and see clearly what is on the other side of the sea.
When Yan Qing heard his words, he paused.
The bat got excited and said, "How about it! Are you also excited? Let's go and see the fog on the sea!"
Yan Qing did not speak, but a vague smile appeared at the corner of his lips, and he said slowly and lazily: "The Sea of Delusion?"
Bat: "Yes, yes, yes, have you wanted to go there for a long time?"
Yan Qing shook his head: "No, I just remembered that someone would die there."
The bat curled his lips and said, "Many people die in the Cangwang Sea every year."
Yan Qing: “Yeah.”
He did not read the final ending of "Love Nightmare" because when he read the book he only wanted to find out why his cousin was not interested in studying, so he gave up reading the book when he saw Xie Shiyi's death.
In the book, Xie Shiyi died in the Cangwang Sea.
He was infatuated all his life and even died at the hands of the one he loved.
For Bai Xiaoxiao, he destroyed the ruthless way and shattered Liuli's heart. He was sentenced to expel from the sect and wandered around.
What he finally got was Bai Xiaoxiao's tearful sword.
Bai Xiaoxiao burst into tears and said, "You hate me, Xie Ying. From the beginning, I approached you with a purpose. All the kindness you showed me was just me taking advantage of you."
Bai Xiaoxiao cried and said, "Although you saved me many times, although you helped me so much. But you killed my parents. Xie Ying, this blood feud must be avenged."
The author of "Love Nightmare" calls himself a "bloody and abusive love story" and it's not an exaggeration. Yan Qing read ten lines at a glance at that time. In fact, for a reader who can't get into this book at all, his point of view is very rational. No one deserves sympathy.
Now recalling this scene, Yan Qing crushed a flower with his fingers and pulled the corner of his mouth sarcastically.
Xie Shiyi, you actually have come to this day
The bat was frightened by his expression: "What's wrong with you? If you don't want to go, then don't go. Why do you look so scary?"
Yan Qing: "Have you ever had porridge?"
Bat: "Why are you asking this?"
Yan Qing: "I want to drink porridge."
In the book, they fell deeply in love because of a bowl of porridge. Is Xie Shiyi really such a sensitive person who lacks love? Logically speaking, he has been starving and freezing with Xie Shiyi for decades, so he deserves to be called "Dad" by him.
Another main point of the book "Love Nightmare" is "redemption". The protagonist is the "white moonlight" of countless people. If Yan Qing had not understood it, he would not have delved into its logic. But because he knew Xie Shiyi, the more he thought about it, the more wrong it seemed.
Maybe the fact that something was wrong was secondary. The more important thing was that he didn't want Xie Shiyi to end up like that.
I don't want him to be deserted again.
I don't want him to fall into the dust again.
He didn't want to walk the long road of spring water and peach blossoms again.
The vast wind blew across Yan Qing's fingertips.
Yan Qing turned around at the mountain gate and said, "Go back."
Bat: "???" The bat flapped its wings in confusion: "Why did you change your mind again? What are you going back for?"
Yan Qing: "Go back and watch the show."
Bat: "Ahh? What show are you watching? Whose show are you watching?"
Yan Qing waved her sleeves, her clothes flowing like clouds: "Look at my future 'husband's' performance."