People with the furnace cauldron body can benefit from dual cultivation and practice quickly. However, because of their extremely special physique, most people are afraid of causing trouble and often hide it from others. In Nanzezhou, people with extremely yin bodies usually take the initiative to join the Hehuan Sect after discovering their physique.
If he remembered correctly, the one in the Hehuan Sect who was known to possess an extremely cold body was a junior fellow apprentice who was recently recruited.
"Bai Xiaoxiao?" Jun Ruxing racked his brains and finally came up with a name.
Jing Ruchen was slightly stunned: "Who is Bai Xiaoxiao?"
Jun Ruxing put the Bagua plate into his sleeve and rushed out in a hurry: "Yes, it's him! He is also in the secret realm. I will bring him here now and let him save Brother Yan!"
Jing Ruchen was completely stunned, and it took her a long time to utter, "Ah?" She half-knelt on the ground, calmed down, and wanted to call Jun Ruxing, "Wait a minute!" But he had already rushed out. Jing Ruchen looked at his back, exhaled quietly, frowned in distress and said to herself, "But I think he may wake up." And she would not agree to the idea of dual cultivation, even if it was a dual cultivation that did not require sexual intercourse.
After saying that, she stretched out her hand and helped Yan Qing to the Tianrendao Hall in Liudao Building first.
The phantom insect evokes the things that people fear most in their subconscious mind.
Yan Qing opened his eyes and found himself sitting on a huge black stone. All around him was quiet and silent.
Here is the ruins of the shrine at the bottom of the sea. Looking forward, everything is exactly the same as the scene in my memory.
The dim light on the seabed.
The broken statue of the Nine Heavens God.
The closed bluestone door.
There is also the long blood-stained road that is forty-one steps long.
"Where are we?" Bu Zhi had finished his sleep and crawled out of the mustard seed space. He had made a soul contract with Yan Qing, but he could not enter the illusion memory with him.
Yan Qing touched the crack in the black stone under his seat with his hand nostalgically, a trace of relief flashed across his eyes, and then he smiled softly and said: "It turns out that the memory I feared most in my previous life is in you."
Bu Dezhi was shocked when he saw the blood on the ground. He opened his eyes wide and said, "Wow, there is so much blood. Did someone kill someone in here? Or is this your blood?"
Yan Qing thought about it and said calmly: "Well, but not really."
Frustrated: "What?"
Yan Qing has a private feeling and doesn't want this memory to be known by anyone other than him and Xie Shiyi.
Yan Qing said: "Okay, you don't need to understand what happened in there, go back home and continue to sleep."
Bu Zhi was still rolling his red eyes, looking at something valuable on the ground, but suddenly his eyes went dark and he was picked up by the wings and thrown into his sleeve.
Unsuccessful: “???”
Desperate: Yan Qing, are you seriously ill
Yan Qing had never recalled this memory in peace and quiet before. The smile on his face faded, and his expression became calm as he looked up at the statue.
It turned out that was his phantom memory, the most frightening thing hidden deep in his soul.
He jumped off the stone and followed the long trail of blood to revisit the old place. Two hundred years had passed, and despite so many changes, he could still recall the feelings he had back then.
He had cried bitterly in the endless night under the gaze of the nine gods and Buddhas. He had also counted back and forth from one to forty-one, unable to extricate himself from the memories.
Those were scars carved into his soul, marks left behind as he continually shattered himself and reshaped his bones.
"Xie Shiyi." Now he walked to the bluestone door again and said the name again. Yan Qing curled his lips and smiled faintly. He looked down at his wrist, which was empty. The red thread had been cut off by the waterweed, and the blood jade bead was nowhere to be found. It was also empty, just like the relief he felt now.
He had thought that he could bury those emotions for a long time...it turned out to be a hundred years.
The first place in the Qingyun Conference was Yaoguang Qin, who tested out the existence of nightmare in the sea of consciousness of the early Nascent Soul stage.
Is he a devil now? He doesn't know.
But he needed to confirm whether he had completely cut off the connection with the devil.
Only when everything in the previous life is finished and gone, perhaps it can be considered a true rebirth.
He didn't want Xie Shiyi to know about this, and didn't want him to be involved in the entanglement between him and the demon god.
He knew that Xie Shiyi was now at the peak of the Spiritual Transformation Stage, number one in the world, that he had inherited the legacy of the Southern Dipper Emperor, that he was the leader of the Immortal Alliance, that he owned the Xiaoyu Palace, and that he had a thousand lamps in his hands...
But what does it matter
What he was afraid of was never that Xie Shiyi would not fight alongside him.
He was afraid that Xie Shiyi's entry... would make him the final demon.
Did he really not waver during the sleepless nights in the Ten Thousand Demon Cave? Sitting on the withered corpse, he tapped the skull again and again until dawn. How could the demon god who was good at guessing people's minds not find loopholes
She came close to him, smiled softly and said, "You are still thinking about him." The demon god said, "I was wrong. I shouldn't have urged you to kill Xie Shiyi. I should have advised you to imprison him by your side."
"Yan Qing, there is no trouble in this world that cannot be solved by killing. You like him, so you can definitely use the soul thread." Her emerald eyes sparkled in the darkness, and her voice got lower and lower as she smiled and bewitched, "Yan Qing, use the soul thread to destroy his cultivation, control his soul, and make him a puppet who only has you in his eyes every minute and every second. If you like him at the age of fifteen, you can also tamper with his memory and let him stay by your side forever as he is fifteen years old."
"Look, the memories you have are so beautiful. You have gone through ups and downs together, and grew up together."
"If you had met him with a different identity, the ending would definitely be different."
"Blame it on fate, otherwise you two must have been childhood sweethearts."
Yan Qing's pale fingers stopped on the skull, he lowered his head, his pupils also condensed with a little red full of murderous intent.
The demon licked his lips, and finally came to a conclusion slowly: "Yan Qing, everything you want in the world is ultimately because you are not strong enough. I can make you so strong that you ignore everything, so strong that you can even control people at will."
"You really don't want to keep him around?"
He slowly closed his eyes and said in a hoarse voice: "Shut up."
One hundred years. Sometimes he really hated the devil to the extreme, and he couldn't help but feel that Xie Shiyi had really done his best for him. After all, if the devil really appeared in front of him, he would definitely crush him to ashes without hesitation.
The bluestone door shattered under Yan Qing's fingertips, and the ruins of the shrine turned into rain that covered the sky. The rain flowed down Yan Qing's face, and he calmly re-examined everything in the past. Before, he was trapped in a maze and couldn't see through it, but now, from an outsider's perspective, he gradually discovered something wrong.
The demon god said that Xie Shiyi massacred the city in order to break away from the worldly world and practice the ruthless way.
But he knew Xie Shiyi well, and Xie Shiyi's disgust for the people of Barrier City was definitely not enough to affect his morality. Looking back, Barrier City - the entire city stretching out in the rain, was very strange.
The demon god said that if he loved Xie Shiyi, she loved him. Now that I think about it, that's not entirely true.
Coming out of the ruins, the illusion went to the Land of the Fallen Gods and the Mirage Dragon Palace. When the dragon bones fell to the ground, the whole land was shaking, and the bone bird in the air fell to the ground with its head seriously injured. In his memories, he could not see Xie Shiyi, but only himself. The boy raised his arms, tied his hair and turned around, leaving all the cowardly, confused and ignorant feelings behind.
He was now curious about what kind of place the God's Falling Land was and how Xie Shiyi got in. After all, he had never heard of this place in the past 100 years in Ten City.
"What am I afraid of?" Yan Qing touched the small wound on the back of his hand, laughing and sighing at the same time. Without the suppression of Jinghu's divine aura, those wounds were just memories to him.
What he feared had already been crushed by himself two hundred years ago.
Xie Shiyi asked him: "Yan Qing, you don't just hate me, right?"
At that time, he was too fragile and too sensitive. One sentence almost made his brain go blank. He forced himself to maintain his dignity and smiled calmly. Until now, Yan Qing didn't think that he could put himself in other people's shoes. He had to face his inner thoughts and give the right answer. But he was a little more sober than he was at that time. He couldn't help but wonder: What was Xie Shiyi thinking when he asked that question at that time
Why do you ask this question
After their rebirth, the two of them kept a tacit agreement that no one ever talked about what happened in the Land of the Falling Gods, nor did they ever talk about the fire in the Red Lotus Pavilion in their previous life.
The two separations were forgotten, leaving only the memories of the quarrels and growing up together as teenagers.
It seems that the hurt and estrangement never existed.
But it's good like this.
Those unspoken loves and hates seem so inappropriate and redundant.
The person involved is already sober, so why should another person try to understand what happened at that time
It's all bad fate.
He assumed everything was brand new.
A new identity, a new relationship, a new beginning. Xie Shiyi actually agreed with him
From an old friend who cannot be described, to a simple friend. But if the memory of this vast sea of destiny is really turned out, how can we still be friends
Yan Qing had a blank expression on his face. He smiled calmly and turned away.
He walked through the place where all the bones were sleeping, and destroyed the so-called illusionary Gu realm step by step.
Jinghu's divine aura was indeed powerful. When he broke through the Nascent Soul stage, he shattered the memories that I dared not touch even after my rebirth. A small illusion insect actually led him to...
However, memories that should not be touched should be left to rot in the years.
Jun Ruxing was worried that she would not be able to find Bai Xiaoxiao after running out. Unexpectedly, when she went downstairs, she saw a group of people from the Hehuan Sect on the first floor of the Liudao Building.
Yan Le was attacked by a giant snake while protecting Bai Xiaoxiao in the valley and is now unconscious. Bai Xiaoxiao originally thought that the pavilion was a good place to heal her wounds because of its fairy-like aura, so she took the initiative to bring a group of people from the Hehuan Sect here. Unexpectedly, they came in to find themselves in blazing lava, a hell on earth, and it was easy to enter the building but difficult to leave. They were only allowed to enter but not leave, and the door was shut with a loud bang.
They are now trapped inside just like Jing Ruchen and the other two.
"Bai Xiaoxiao? Are you Bai Xiaoxiao?" Jun Ruxing's eyes lit up when she saw the young man in pink and white robe and looking like a pretty girl in the crowd, and she rushed over in a hurry.
Bai Xiaoxiao supported Yan Le and hadn't reacted yet.
Jun Ruxing was already anxious and wanted to cry but had no tears. She grabbed his sleeve and said, "Brother Bai, help me!"
Bai Xiaoxiao was stunned: "Ah, what, what help?"
Jun Ruxing said hastily, "A friend of mine from the Wangqing Sect was accidentally stung by a bug in the magma and is now unconscious. He needs someone with an extremely cold body to practice dual cultivation with him to wake him up! Fellow Daoist Bai, only you are needed to save him now!"
Bai Xiaoxiao was stunned: "Dual cultivation?" For the people of the Hehuan Sect, dual cultivation was not something difficult to talk about, and dual cultivation also had different levels. It did not necessarily require physical intercourse, the blending of auras was also acceptable.
But he still looked at Yan Le with embarrassment. All of a sudden he was taken in by the leader of the Hehuan Sect because he and Yan Le were extremely compatible and could rely on each other to harmonize yin and yang and improve their cultivation.
He is full of joy now, so why would he rashly start practicing dual cultivation with others
Bai Xiaoxiao bit her pink lips, her eyes full of hesitation.
Yan Le opened his eyes upon hearing this. His injury was not serious to begin with, he was just greedy for Bai Xiaoxiao's blood. He had long discovered that the blood that Bai Xiaoxiao fed to his mouth with true feelings had a strange power, although he couldn't tell what it was.
But every time I drink that blood, my meridians seem to become purer, and... my desires are always deepened inexplicably.
"The Forget Love Sect?" Yan Le spoke in a hoarse voice with great interest.
Jun Ruxing said: "That's right!"
Yan Le said: "What's his name?"
Jun Ruxing was stunned for a moment. She had been too impatient just now, and now she suddenly felt that... this was not a good thing either.
But Yan Le had already asked, "Is it Yan Qing?"
Bai Xiaoxiao's eyes suddenly widened, and her fingers tightly grasped Yan Le's arm.
Yan Le found it more and more interesting. Her eyes curved and the corners of her lips curled up as she said, "If it's not the extremely cold body, it doesn't necessarily have to be Xiaoxiao. Xiaoxiao's cultivation is low, maybe I can help her."
Jun Ruxing: “…” Damn it, he regretted it.