… If I pick up the sword again, I will definitely kill you.
Yan Qing lowered his head and said nothing, his eyes quietly looking at the gravel scattered on the ground. They piled up to form a road, leaving him no way to avoid it. He could only step on it step by step, enduring the sharp and intense pain.
Xie Shiyi couldn't see the bloodstains on his feet, nor could he see his pale and helpless face.
Yan Qing smiled stiffly, and the anxiety, anticipation, and shyness that had been hidden in her heart before finally calmed down at this moment.
Yan Qing said softly: "Okay, let's wait for that day."
Entering the Nandou Temple, he supported Xie Shiyi and let him lean against the pillar. The ruins of the temple were as magnificent as they had been in the past. In the front row was a stone statue several dozen meters long that had long been mottled and fallen off. Behind the gray walls, silk curtains were tattered and piled up.
The only light came from the night-shining pearl hanging on the wall, which had long been covered with dust and dimmed.
The light was cold, like the moonlight shining deep into the sea, shining on Xie Shiyi. His hair was black, his eyes were black, his lips were blood red, but his face was pale, like frost and snow covered in all the gorgeous colors.
Xie Shiyi suddenly coughed violently twice.
Yan Qing was about to stand up, but his chest was heaving and he looked in pain. He unconsciously reached out his hand: "Xie Shiyi..." He went to wipe the blood from the corner of Xie Shiyi's lips.
His wrist was in the air, but Xie Shiyi held it coldly.
Xie Shiyi stopped him from getting closer and turned his head away, his hair brushing against his mouth, his eyes revealing murderous intent and disgust that were not concealed.
Yan Qing maintained a half-squatting position, his blood coagulated, and his body was stiff in the same position.
He said that Xie Shiyi hated being touched by others, but he had never imagined that Xie Shiyi would show him such a disgusted expression.
But why not... What is the relationship between them
Yan Qing felt very embarrassed. Or maybe not embarrassed, but confused. This was the first time he and his soul separated, and he stood in front of him in his real body, and they had a lot of conversations that didn't make them feel awkward. But he didn't notice that Xie Shiyi didn't even look at him.
Xie Shiyi shook off his hand and slowly stood up, holding onto the stone pillar. His hair crown had fallen off, and his black hair had all fallen out. His white clothes had been stained red, forming a long river of blood. He raised his hand and calmly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. "Yan Qing, there's no need to worry."
Yan Qing half-squatted on the ground in a daze.
Xie Shiyi's eyes fell on the statue from afar, without looking at him, and said softly: "Now, you either kill him or leave."
Yan Qing's fingers trembled. The wound on his body seemed to be starting to hurt just now, but he couldn't show his sadness in front of Xie Shiyi.
He could only lower his head and said with a slow smile: "Where are you going, Xie Shiyi? Actually, it's too early for you to say that. I'm still a soul now. As long as I can, I can easily enter your body and continue to coexist with you."
Yan Qing smiled indifferently: "Besides, you can't get out of the Cangwu Sea alone."
Xie Shiyi said nothing, like a stiff jade sculpture.
Yan Qing continued to smile, and he used all his strength to make his tone calm and natural. However, he had no time to pay attention to his expression, and there was a slight red circle around his eyes. Yan Qing:
"It's not easy, Xie Shiyi. You hate me so much, but you still had no choice but to stay with me for so long. No wonder you asked me how many years it has been. In these years, have you been determined to kill me every time I say something?"
Xie Shiyi ignored him and walked straight forward.
Yan Qing raised his head, staring at his back, unable to laugh anymore, and suddenly lowered his voice: "Xie Shiyi, you went through so much trouble to seize the Soul-Separation Pearl, just to kill me?" He was so sad that he couldn't speak, and after a long silence, he continued to ask.
"Are you that annoying?"
Xie Shiyi stood still.
His robe was deeply stained with blood, and he walked in the dim light of the temple, with his back straight.
He raised his eyes and looked at the bleak sky. He didn't know how much time had passed, and spoke clearly and tiredly.
"Yan Qing, you lived by relying on me and tried to take over my body. You interfered with my life without my permission, and you thought you were making many decisions for me. You are afraid of death, cunning and hypocritical." Xie Shiyi lowered his eyes and smiled softly, quietly as if talking to himself: "You have seen my unbearable side. Yes, between you... didn't you hate each other from the beginning?"
He murmured: "How can I not hate you?"
He was injured and weak. He really hated it to the extreme and didn't want to stay with Yan Qing at all. He endured the blood in his heart and walked forward.
"I wish you had never appeared."
Yan Qing's fingers were trembling, and he slowly stood up by leaning on the ground.
The cold light shone down the long stone steps, like frost and snow. Xie Shiyi never turned his head.
The red robe disappeared into the darkness as the footsteps came. The footsteps were very light, and each step made a sound, leaving a bloody trail that spread across the hall, eerie and resolute.
One step, two steps, three steps, four steps...
It takes twelve steps to walk from one end of the roof of Xie’s house to the other.
It is thirty-seven steps from the east to the west of the secluded room.
He had never counted the number of steps on Chunshui Peach Blossom Road, but the road was so long, it should be several hundred steps.
He counted the steps on the roof because he wanted to remind the blindfolded Xie Shiyi when to jump down. He counted the steps in the secluded room because he wanted to find something to do so that Xie Shiyi wouldn't be too bored. And now, he was alone in this cold and empty temple ruins. He simply felt that it was too quiet... He needed to find something to do.
"Aren't you curious about what he's doing in there?" A few days after Xie Shiyi went in, Yan Qing suddenly heard a voice in his mind. At first, he thought he had split into a personality, but later he found out that it wasn't. This was something that inexplicably appeared in his mind after he fell into the Cangwang Sea. Like a ball of black fog, it didn't tell age, gender, good or evil, mysterious and weird.
He was breathing in his body, and every sound made Yan Qing feel nauseous and disgusted. This nausea might have come from the fear of his subconscious mind.
He changed his voice many times, and finally chose to talk to him softly in a woman's voice.
"This is the Nandou Palace. The Emperor of Nandou is the leader of all gods. If he obtains inheritance in there, he will definitely kill you when he comes out."
Yan Qing sat on the ruins and asked her cautiously: "Who are you?"
He smiled and said, "It's not just one person, but are you willing to live like this for the rest of your life, as a lonely ghost?"
Yan Qing didn't say anything.
He said, "Look, you saved him, but he still wanted to kill you."
Yan Qing said coldly: "What's your business?"
He then smiled and said, "But I can understand. After all, I love you just like you love him..."
—I love you as you love him.
Yan Qing's heart suddenly ached, and his expression cracked. His teeth trembled as he raised his voice: "Shut up."
He smiled: "Why don't you shut up."
"Yan Qing, we are both the same pitiful people." He is used to playing with people's hearts, and said with a smile: "Isn't the way you feel about me now the same as his feeling towards you?"
"You feel so wronged, Yan Qing." He said in a long voice, sincerely and cruelly: "You just live, I have no intention of harming you, I just want to help you and make you stronger. Because we are one. So, why do you reject me so much? Obviously, we can be good friends."
Yan Qing's pupils showed an uncontrollable blood color, red and ferocious: "I told you to shut up!"
He said: "If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have been able to reach the ruins of the shrine. In fact, I am your benefactor."
He smiled lightly, cruelly dropped the last straw, and asked in a naive and aggrieved voice like Yan Qing.
"Yan Qing, are you so annoying?"
—Do you hate it that much
With a loud bang, a bloody hole was torn in the heart.
He was forced to look at the cold truth with red eyes. Yan Qing's hands trembled, he sobbed, hugged his head, and collapsed and bent over. He sat on the black stone in the ruins, his pupils were red, and the whites of his eyes were also red. There were tears in them, but he was too stubborn to let them fall.
How Xie Shiyi sees him.
Now, he understood it completely.
It turns out—disgust is real, nausea is real.
So he thought that they were days of sharing weal and woe. But for Xie Shiyi, they were days of being parasitized by evil spirits and enduring humiliation.
It turned out that what he said was really about killing him and he was never joking.
Yan Qing's despair and sadness seemed to be the best nourishment for Him. The demon licked his lips in satisfaction and walked out of the mist, without revealing his figure, only a pair of emerald green eyes, with clear light and thick malice that could not be dissolved.
The demon god smiled: "Yan Qing, if you don't kill him now, he will definitely kill you later."
Yan Qing couldn't listen to her words now. With red eyes, he looked up blankly, looking at the long corridor of the temple. The blood on it had already coagulated and dried, disappearing into the darkness at the end.
He remembered every step Xie Shiyi took very clearly. One step, two steps, three steps, four steps... From the entrance of the shrine to the closed door, a total of forty-one steps. He walked back and forth countless times, and every time he walked, he would be lost in thought, wandering in the sky, and couldn't help but think about Xie Shiyi's mood at the time. The memories of the past were too beautiful. So Yan Qing always wondered if there was any misunderstanding between them, and he would wait for Xie Shiyi to come out and explain it clearly.
But now, everything is clear.
The devil used the most decisive method to wake him up from his self-deception and self-conceit.
He who loves him is he who loves me.
He was so disgusted and hateful towards Him, and Xie Shiyi was just like him...
Yan Qing laughed briefly for a moment.
So at that time, when he asked, "Do you hate me so much?" Xie Shiyi felt so absurd and funny.
The statue lowered its eyes, looking at the young man's curled up body in silence and despair at the bottom of the sea in the endless night. His eyes were bloodshot, and he was collapsed in despair, unable to even shed tears.
Separated by a wall.
"This sword has no owner and no name. Today I pass it on to you. Please give it a name."
Xie Shiyi changed into a red robe. His skin was white, his hair was black, and his appearance was fierce and weird. But his temperament was very cold, like a heavy snow in the wilderness, condensed with the sword energy of thousands of mountains.
The Emperor of the Southern Dipper had long since passed away along with the demon god, and what remained was only his spiritual consciousness from ancient times, left for future generations.
Xie Shiyi had gone through life and death in the temple before he could reach this point. When he took the sword, there was no trace of joy in his eyes.
Emperor Nan Dou said: "You were born with a heart of glass, and you are the most suitable person in the world to practice the ruthless way."
Xie Shiyi lowered his eyes and said, "Yes."
Emperor Nan Dou was curious: "You are a Taoist? Then why didn't you practice the ruthless way before? I saw that your meridians were damaged once. If you practiced the ruthless way when you came here, you would definitely not be only in the Nascent Soul stage now."
Xie Shiyi stroked the long sword with his fingers, letting the sharp blade cut his fingertips, watching the blood flow. The sword blade shone with a cold light, reflecting his empty and desolate eyes.
Xie Shiyi smiled palely and said, "Well, I will fix it later."
Emperor Nandou said: "Okay, what should we name it?"
Xie Shiyi said: "No regrets, then just call it no regrets."