Thirty-seven, thirty-eight, thirty-nine, forty, forty-one…
He followed the bloodstains left by Xie Shiyi and walked the path from the entrance to the main gate of the shrine again.
Every time I read to forty-one, I would reach the end and look directly at this tightly closed door.
Yan Qing's soul was half real and half virtual, so his face was pale and fragile, as if it was about to dissipate into the ground. His pupils were black as he looked quietly at the solemn and dignified bluestone gate.
The Vast Sea is the residence of God. The omnipresent divine breath makes him feel clear and intense pain even though he has no body.
When Xie Shiyi left, his white clothes were stained with blood, and every step he took left a mark. Now this road is covered with his blood again.
He counted many forty-ones. Every time he recited these numbers, his heart would calm down. It seemed that only this could calm him down now.
Yan Qing didn't know what Xie Shiyi was doing on the other side of the door, nor did he want to know.
The devil whispered all kinds of words sharply in his mind.
Yan Qing ignored her, turned around, walked back from the door, and counted his steps. The regular and orderly numbers allowed him to stay rational and not be disturbed.
The demon god was angry and anxious: "Yan Qing, you can't let him obtain the inheritance of Emperor Nan Dou, he will definitely kill you when the time comes!"
One step, two steps, three steps, four steps.
The demon god gnashed his teeth and said, "Yan Qing, don't you want to live? If you kill him, you can occupy his body and gain his talents. I promise that you will become the best in the world within a hundred days." He became more and more excited: "By then, everyone will kneel down and submit to you. What will Xie Shiyi be?"
Five steps, six steps, seven steps, eight steps.
The demon god sneered: "Yan Qing, you are not reluctant to attack him."
Nine steps.
Yan Qing stopped and said in a hoarse voice: "You are so noisy."
The demon's expression was distorted instantly, but he still slowly stepped down and softened his voice: "Yan Qing, you must believe me, I will not harm you. Harming you will not do me any good."
Yan Qing turned pale all of a sudden.
—Now your death will do me absolutely no good, you can trust me! I can see, Xie Shiyi, I will guide you!
The heart that was clotted with blood and scabs seemed to break open again. Yan Qing suddenly wanted to laugh, but the corners of his lips couldn't lift up. He felt tired and numb, and said softly: "So I'm noisy too."
He looked in the direction again. The changing light and shadow of the sea water cut the ruined palace from top to bottom, making it half bright and half dark. The blood on the road was winding like a long snake. It was his and Xie Shiyi's.
He couldn't count the number of steps on this road.
The spring water and peach blossoms are in full bloom, and Xie Shiyi wants an umbrella.
When walking into the shrine from here, did Xie Shiyi want a sword
The demon god was so angry at his stubbornness that he went crazy: "Yan Qing, are you going to wait here for him to come out and kill you? Are you willing to be so lowly?"
Yan Qing ignored his provocation and sat down on a stone bench in the ruins.
His hair was very long and fell to the ground. He said calmly, "What's the use of all this? I can't leave the Cangwu Sea, and I can't enter this door. What else can I do except stay here?"
The demon god was waiting for this sentence, her emerald eyes eager to try, she said ambiguously and seductively: "Yan Qing, now close your eyes and open your sea of consciousness to me. Let me control your body, and I can kill Xie Shiyi for you."
After hearing this, Yan Qing's face turned pale instantly, and he felt like vomiting. He held the black stone with trembling fingers, his internal organs churning, and he bent over and actually retched.
He retched and retched, then smiled softly.
He could clearly sense the sinister evil of the black mist in his body, but he couldn't make her shut up, nor could he expel her, it was like a thorn in his flesh.
This is a poisonous sore growing in the bone marrow.
It turns out it's really that disgusting...
Yan Qing covered his chest, and when he raised his head, a trace of scarlet suddenly flashed across his pupils, his expression was cold: "I advise you to shut up. Even if I die in Xie Shiyi's hands, I will not let you succeed." The demon god suddenly became angry: "Yan Qing, you will definitely regret it in the future!"
Yan Qing ignored her and quietly raised his head, looking up at the mottled statue, letting his waist-length black hair flow over his thin body. His eyes were beautiful, with long eyelashes curled inwards and outwards, like the gorgeous peach blossoms in spring. But now his pupils were red, numb and cold, and had lost all vitality.
Yan Qing had a blank expression on his face as he looked into the eyes of the statue of the Southern Dipper God.
An inappropriate thought: Can the nine gods and Buddhas see through people's hearts
He didn't want to see through Xie Shiyi now, he just wanted to see through himself, to see through those expectations and joys that he himself was not clear about, vague and ambiguous, and difficult to describe.
Seeing through his own self-conceit in the romantic journey. Holding an umbrella in the rain, listening to the bell under the eaves. In March in the city, the grass and trees are thick, he said to Xie Shiyi, "Don't look at me, don't look back."
Don't go back.
In fact, this sentence should be said to yourself.
Don't look back.
It's so embarrassing.
Fortunately, the nine gods and Buddhas cannot see through people’s hearts.
Fortunately...
Even with a heart as cold as ice and glass, Xie Shiyi still didn't notice it.
The demon god began to shut up and stopped talking. Yan Qing finally stopped counting his steps, and just blocked out her voice, forcing himself to stay calm.
The bluestone door opened a little again, and Yan Qing was still sitting on the black stone of the ruins.
Suddenly, I noticed a buzzing sound from the wall and the entire Nandou Temple was collapsing.
In an instant, the ground collapsed and the sea surged up. The place where he was sitting was very dangerous, next to a huge stone pillar.
The stone pillar broke in half, rumbling, casting a huge shadow that fell towards Yan Qing. Everything in the palace was stained with divine aura, and it could easily turn him into ashes. But Yan Qing had no way to retreat, his body was covered with new and old wounds, and he was very weak after just separating from Xie Shiyi.
The wall behind him was also collapsing, and long cracks appeared on the ground. He was in the middle of the chaos and ruins, looking up calmly, his pupils reflecting the chaos.
Yan Qing thought he would die here.
But it didn’t.
The moment the stone pillar fell towards him, an icy blue sword energy swept across the vast sea, shattering all the rocks and crushing all the dangers within his area into dust!
But the sword energy also brushed past his neck, coldly, cruelly, and mercilessly, leaving a bright red blood mark on his skin.
Yan Qing sat on the black stone in a daze, the destruction of the land beside him seemed to have nothing to do with him. He turned his head and watched the bluestone door slowly open again, and Xie Shiyi walked out. In the dark hall, Xie Shiyi's robe was as red as blood, his black hair hung down to his waist, and he held a long sword of ice and snow in his hand.
He got the sword...
What should the devil be saying to him in his mind at this time
But Yan Qing couldn't hear it, and couldn't remember it.
He waited for Xie Shiyi to walk towards him with the sword in hand.
However, Xie Shiyi did not even look at him unexpectedly. His sleeves swept across a road he had counted countless times day and night, and he walked out of the temple with his sword in hand.
Yan Qing didn't know where he should go. He raised his hand, and with trembling fingertips he stroked the sword scar on his neck. The wound was not deep, and Xie Shiyi's spiritual energy was icy, so the wound seemed to be covered with frost.
But no matter what, he needs to get out of the Vast Sea.
There were no bugs or water plants here. The ruins on the seabed were so quiet, and it was the first time that Yan Qing felt that the earth was so large and empty. Xie Shiyi did not turn around, but walked far away from him.
In fact, this should be the most normal distance between them.
Isn't Xie Shiyi just so distant in the eyes of the world? Besides, between them, they are not even strangers...
When the Unrepentant Sword broke through the edge of the Cangwang Sea, Yan Qing followed him out. After being separated from the divine breath, he was no longer forced, and he was just a lonely soul in the mortal world. He floated lightly in the air, but the fog of the Cangwang Sea was very heavy, and Yan Qing could not find the direction at all.
He could only follow Xie Shiyi out first.
The wind and the waves were roaring and surging, a torrent, Yan Qing stumbled uncontrollably. In a panic, he grabbed a corner of his flying bloody sleeve.
Immediately, he loosened his grip as if he had received an electric shock. The sword scar on his neck was painfully obvious.
Yan Qing had nothing to say.
Xie Shiyi stopped in the sea of fog, as if there was a barrier behind him. This was the Cangwang Sea, the end of the Ninth Layer, no one could cross it, no one could offend it.
Xie Shiyi rarely wore red, perhaps because he was a clean freak and didn't like blood and dirt. The clothes in Dengxian Pavilion were white, and after getting used to it, his clothes were always spotless and pure white.
Yan Qing raised his head and tried to see what was outside, but the fog was too thick. All he could catch was thick smoke.
In the fog, he couldn't even see Xie Shiyi's face.
All I could hear was Xie Shiyi's voice. It was very cold and indifferent.
"You accompany me to kill someone first, and then I will take you to find the body."
Yan Qing was stunned, his whole body was stiff, because of this incomprehensible sentence, he thought that after leaving Cangwanghai, they would never see each other again. Now, what is Xie Shiyi doing, helping him find a body? What is he going to do
He wanted to ask questions, but Yan Qing seemed to have lost the ability to talk to Xie Shiyi. As soon as he opened his mouth, he felt a dense mass of sadness and disgust in his heart... disgust towards himself. Even though he really wanted to hear more of Xie Shiyi's voice.
He didn't reply, and Xie Shiyi didn't ask any more questions. When the sun broke, the sword of no regrets in Xie Shiyi's hand dispersed the thin mist and opened the barrier that separated the shore. The red-clothed people walked in the direction like clouds.
Yan Qing followed behind him. Accompanying him to kill people. Perhaps it was because he was too confused at the time, many tragic memories were just frames of pictures.
Xie Shiyi returned to the barrier city.
The origin of everything. It is also the end of everything.
The rain in the barrier city never stops, as if it lasts from the fifteenth day of the first month to the thirty-fifth day of the first month.
At fifteen o'clock, a bamboo umbrella separated the spring rain. At thirty-five o'clock, the tip of the sword cut through the long night. Xie Shiyi turned back, as if to settle all the sins he had committed.
All the past in this mortal world was destroyed in one night and sent to the long sword.
"Xie Shiyi! Are you crazy?!" Even though there was a rift between them, they no longer laughed and cursed at each other. But Yan Qing was still shocked and angry when he saw him slaughtering the city, and shouted in disbelief. Blood mixed with rain flowed down Xie Shiyi's cold and pale face. Behind him was the collapsed Xie Mansion and all kinds of desperate screams. Xie Shiyi's hair and robes were not stained by the rain and fog. He just wiped the blood off the sword carelessly and said softly: "There is still one place left."
There is still one place missing.
Yan Qing looked pale.
This time, Xie Shiyi took him to the Prison of Desolate Desolation. When the sword of no regrets was unsheathed, the ground shook and the rain poured down. Amid the deafening sound of collapse, Xie Shiyi didn't even look at its destruction. He turned around, and the red clothes were like smoke and clouds, walking to a place Yan Qing could never have imagined.
Spring water peach blossoms.
He slaughtered the Xie family, destroyed the Youyu, and this time, he walked through the peach blossoms again.
"Xie Shiyi... What exactly are you going to do?"
Xie Shiyi walked forward step by step. Maybe it was because he had seen too much blood that night, or maybe it was because the rain and fog were too thick. The peach blossoms on the roadside and the spring water on the ground reflected each other, making him feel that there was a little red in Xie Shiyi's eyes.
Cold and without any emotion.
Xie Shiyi held the sword and said to him quietly: "Yan Qing, I often wonder if you are the nightmare in my body."