The next day, Cang Yu arrived as scheduled. Hearing this, Lingxi breathed a sigh of relief and hurried to the Chizhu Hall. Before entering the hall, she saw Qingkui Qinglian and Qing Nian standing outside the door, and beside them were Hongluan and Hongluan Ten. star.
"Where's Master?"
Lingxi asked and was about to rush into the hall, but Hongluan stopped her with one hand, "Shangxian and Daoist Qingyu are discussing important matters, please wait for Miss Lingxi."
Lingxi was anxious, but when she saw Qing Kui curling her lips helplessly at her, Qing Lian also shook her head slightly, so she had to give up.
The sun shines into the Chizhu Hall, and the blue smoke curls up. Cang Yu's face is pale, and the wrinkles on his forehead are like ravines because of his thinness.
Donghua Shangxian was still reclined on the couch, looking at him with a smile that was not a smile, "I really didn't expect that the Taoist priest is such a sincere and sincere person, he would rather hurt himself for the disciple..."
Cang Yu coughed twice in a low voice, and then slowly said: "Because of this, Qing Yu couldn't go to Donghua Mountain to meet the Shang Immortal in person, please don't blame the Shang Immortal."
When Cang Yu was only a small disciple cultivating immortals, Donghua Shangxian was already a well-known Shangxian. Therefore, even though he has been the head of the sect for more than a thousand years, he still respects Donghua Shangxian very much.
Donghua Shangxian smiled lowly: "Did you bring the other silver mirror?"
Cang Yu's expression changed slightly, his brows were lightly frowned, he pondered for a long time before he smiled wryly: "Shangxian clearly knows that there is only one silver mirror since the day the God Realm fell on my Cangjia Mountain. I have worked hard these few days, Searching all over the six realms, there is no trace of another silver mirror, and there is no record in the ancient books."
Donghua Shangxian spread his hands, "Since this is the case, you can't blame me. I can't do anything about Feng Su."
The corner of Cang Yu's mouth trembled, and he hurriedly said: "Qing Yu thought about it, maybe there is another way, you can give it a try."
"Oh?" Shangxian Donghua raised his eyebrows and looked at him.
Cang Yu pondered again for a long while, and said in a low voice: "Using the blood of the soul in the mirror as a guide, sacrificing the person he cares about may stimulate the soul in the mirror and force him to break out of the mirror."
"Haha..." Shangxian Donghua laughed, the corners of his eyes were full of charm, "I don't know where Fengsu's blood came from? Who is the person he cares about?"
Cang Yu said in a deep voice: "Shangxian should have realized long ago that Lingxi's soul is actually incomplete."
"That's right." Shangxian Donghua frowned slightly, "It's rare that you, a good master, are willing to devote your own cultivation to make up for her soul."
Cang Yu shook his head and smiled wryly: "I was not the one who replenished Lingxi's soul in the first place."
He raised his head, his face was vicissitudes, and his expression was sad, "Feng Su spent three years to make up for her with three souls and seven souls, and before she had time to integrate those souls and four souls into her own soul, I was struck... "
Cang Yu closed her eyes without concealing her remorse, and after a while, restrained her emotions, she said again: "I'm just trying to make her three souls and seven souls fuse together as soon as possible."
"This little effort... I'm afraid it will damage your cultivation for more than a thousand years?"
Cang Yu didn't answer, but continued: "So Lingxi's blood contains Feng Su's blood. Feng Su died for her, so she must be the one he cares about."
Donghua Shangxian smiled lowly, "It took you thousands of years of cultivation to get Lingxi who is alive and kicking today. Seeing that she has grown up quickly after the battle between the underworld and the East China Sea, do you have the heart to...?"
"So please leave room for the Immortal to cast the spell." Cang Yu suddenly knelt down and saluted, "If this method really fails, the Immortal must stop in time. Qing Yu does not want to ruin the life of another disciple for the sake of one disciple."
"It's not like I haven't thought about the method you mentioned." Shangxian Donghua yawned, "Unfortunately... the fairy on Lingxi is very powerful, and I don't want to be hit by a fairy when I cast a spell." I have to die, and I don’t want to leave him outside alone to destroy my Donghuashan Wannian foundation.”
The disappearance of those evil spirits in the East China Sea, people who didn't know Nanzhi's existence naturally couldn't understand it, but Cang Yu and Donghua Shangxian knew it very well, whether it was Lingxi or Qingkui Qinglian who was at the bottom of the sea at that time, even if they were added It is impossible for the two fairy spirits to clean up the evil spirits before they have escaped from the East China Sea.
It is a matter of course for the fairy to protect the spirit master. But the celestial beings are so powerful, with a single thought of good or evil, I really don't know what they will do.
"During the process of the Shangxian casting the spell, Cang Yu decided to lead Cangjia's disciples to restrain the fairy spirit without harming Donghua!" Cang Yu said in a deep voice.
Donghua Shangxian smiled again, his eyes fluttered, swaying, "So, very good."
***
Lingxi and the others stood quietly outside the Chizhu Hall. Soon, Cang Qu also came over, but there was no sign of the hall door being opened.
"Lingxi, come in."
Suddenly hearing Cang Yu's thick and thick calling, Ling Xi was psyched up all over, looked at everyone and hurried into the hall.
There were only two people in the hall, Cang Yu was sitting in the guest seat, Donghua Shangxian was lazily lying on the main seat, Lingxi first worshiped the master, and then saw Donghua Shangxian, but she didn't look at him directly, just bowed her head.
For a long while, no one spoke. Lingxi couldn't help but look up at Cang Yu, seeing his vicissitudes and frail appearance, her heart still trembled.
Cang Yu coughed twice, and told her the result of the discussion just now.
Before Lingxi could react, she heard Nanzhi say to her coldly, "No."
"This move will definitely not hurt your life." Cang Yu couldn't hear the conversation between Nan Zhi and Ling Xi hidden in his heart, and said sadly, "Even if Feng Su will not come back, as a teacher, I will definitely compensate you for the lost energy. "
The big deal is to pay her a thousand years of cultivation...
"no!"
Nanzhi still sternly refused. Lingxi said silently: "Quiet, Nanzhi."
"Are you willing?" Cang Yu asked her.
Just as Lingxi was about to answer, the roses in her hair were ready to move.
The temperature in the Chizhu Hall really dropped suddenly, as if a severe winter wind was blowing, Cang Yu naturally noticed it, and frowned. Donghua Shangxian just quietly stood aside, with the expression of watching a play.
"Nan Zhi! If you... if you come out, I will, ignore you!" Lingxi panicked.
"You just let him come out." Cang Yu sighed softly as if he could hear what they were saying.
Lingxi's eyes dodged a little, obviously hesitating.
"We won't hurt him." Cang Yu said again.
Only then did Lingxi call Nanzhi out. As soon as Nan Zhi took shape, he grabbed Lingxi's wrist and pulled her behind him, his eyes were sharp like knives, and he swept Cang Yu and Donghua Shangxian one by one.
"Lingxi, I will ask you again as a teacher, would you like to?"
"I don't agree." Nan Zhi said coldly.
Cang Yu's face darkened, "Since you are a fairy, you should abide by your duty. Listen to what the spirit master has to say!"
The sunshine in the hall did not know where to hide, and there was a bit of murderous aura in the gloomy air. Lingxi clasped Nan Zhi's hand tightly, pulled him back, and knelt down at the same time: "Lingxi's life was given by the elder brother, Daddy!" Senior brother's life was lost because of me, it is only natural to use Lingxi's blood to save senior senior brother, Lingxi has no right to say yes or no."
Nanzhi didn't look at Lingxi, but the aura of coldness in his whole body remained undiminished. He held Lingxi with one hand and clenched his fist tightly with the other, as if he was trying his best to hold back without speaking or moving.
"I just ask if you are willing." Cang Yu glanced at Nanzhi, then at Lingxi.
Lingxi raised her head and met Shang Nanzhi's eyes. There were flattery, pleading, and hidden feelings in that look, but after one glance, all emotions returned to calm, and only firmness remained in her eyes.
"Willingly."
Nanzhi's hand holding Lingxi trembled suddenly, flung it away angrily, turned around and left. Lingxi hurriedly got up and went over, shouting: "Nanzhi!"
Nanzhi has already opened the gate of Chizhu Hall.
The sun poured in, locking the dignified figure at the door.
Nan Zhi turned his back to Lingxi, his back was firm and stern, as if carved out of a knife, with the coldness and murderous aura of the blade still remaining. He turned around, and the transparent mist in the sun climbed up his fair cheeks, but couldn't reflect those deep black eyes.
"Nanzhi, I swear, we will leave after today." Lingxi said to him silently in her heart, "One last time, Nanzhi, listen to me."
Nanzhi didn't respond, but still looked at Lingxi, her eyes darkened, her lips tightly pressed, and the next moment, she turned and left.
Lingxi couldn't read any of his emotions, but seeing his back still cold under the sun, she suddenly felt distressed.
He doesn't understand anything. I don't know good and evil, I don't know good or bad, I don't know what Cangjia Mountain is, I don't know what the elder brother represents, and I don't know what guilt is. He will do what she likes, and he will not touch what she doesn't like. Whoever hurts her will come back tenfold, and whoever wants her life will kill her.
In his world, she was always the only one.
***
The place where Donghua Shangxian casts spells is on the top of the main peak of Donghua Mountain. Different from the emerald greenness of the entire Donghua Mountain, there is no vegetation on the top of the peak, and there is no bird singing, only the strong wind blows through the clothes and the sound of hunting.
There is a pagoda on the top of the peak, with a total of seven floors from bottom to top. It is not high, but it is very solemn. When Lingxi went up, the sun just climbed to the top of the tower, and the black and white tiles shone brightly under the reflection of the sun, which hurt her eyes.
Before entering the tower, Cang Yu patted her on the shoulder, "Don't be afraid, nothing will happen."
Lingxi nodded, followed Donghua Shangxian into the pagoda calmly, but suddenly turned around when the pagoda door was about to close, "Master, if Nan Zhi comes back, Master must be merciful."
The heavy tower door was closed in a timely manner, covering Cang Yu's surprised face and trembling lips.
Lingxi didn't know what the tower was used for, but the moment the tower door closed, she really felt cold, not so cold that it was piercing, but creeping across the skin and soaking into the bottom of her heart. There are no electric lights in the tower, only candles are burning, and the flames of the red candles rise upwards, but they do not bring much warmth.
The candles are arranged in a circle in an orderly manner, with seven layers inside and outside, leaving an open space in the middle.
"Sit down." Immortal Donghua miraculously stopped smiling as soon as he entered the pagoda, and at this moment he ordered Lingxi to sit in the open space among the candles in a deep voice.
Ling Xizhao did it, and as soon as she sat down, she smelled a strange fragrance, like a candle released when it was burning.
Just as Donghua Shangxian threw it lightly, the silver mirror hung in the air and began to rotate, but this time it didn't bring out much wind, it just rotated slightly, and then became half a person's height.
Lingxi's heartbeat gradually accelerated, and she looked at the silver mirror without blinking, expecting to see Feng Su's figure inside like last time. But only the reflected candlelight in the clean mirror, burning and jumping.
"Calm down, close your eyes, and let the blood out." Donghua Shangxian said quietly.
Lingxi quickly took a long breath, suppressed her heartbeat, took out the dagger on her body, gritted her teeth, and saw that the right wrist was a knife, then closed her eyes and meditated.
The strange smell around her became stronger and stronger, even overshadowing the bloody smell on her hands. Lingxi could clearly feel her blood flowing out, and could almost hear the sound of their flowing slowly, and at the same time, she could feel a force pushing the blood off the ground.
Time moved slowly, the blood loss did not stop, but became faster and faster, Lingxi's wrist was getting more and more painful, and her body was getting lighter and lighter as if she was about to be hollowed out. She gritted her teeth, tried her best to ignore the tearing pain, and silently called out to Senior Brother, her mind was full of his face, his white clothes, and his warm palms.
The first time he rescued her was at the East China Sea, and he came in white clothes stepping on the moon. The second time he rescued her was in Cangjia Water Prison, his eyes were dull and angry, and the third time he rescued her was at Dimai Peak. The spirit is the shield, the soul is scattered. He took the trouble to teach her spells, he took her to see the flowers bloom and fade, and he asked her if she would always be by his side...
Lingxi's memories were interrupted by heart-piercing pain time and time again, every muscle and bone in her body was screaming, something was gradually peeling off from her body, she couldn't see it, but could hear the splitting of flesh and blood Voice.
"Xi'er..."
Lingxi was overjoyed when she heard the familiar calling voice, but she didn't expect that the voice's next sentence would be - "Go quickly."
go quickly.
Those two words tore off the last nerve that Lingxi was barely holding on to, and she suddenly opened her eyes, bloodshot all over her eyes.
She saw the red candle burning and shedding hot tears, and saw her own blood floating in the air, spinning strangely. There was a faint silver light in the silver mirror, but there was no shadow of Feng Su in the mirror, only the reflected light of fire and blood, and there was a long sword between the silver mirror and himself. The hilt of the sword was smooth and the blade was sharp. Her blood was spinning with the long sword, and then stuck to the blade and disappeared.
The pain of peeling did not disappear. Lingxi looked at Shangxian Donghua in surprise, but saw a little cinnabar mole on his fair forehead, exuding a blood-colored light, and the lips that kept chanting curses were in front of her eyes when she looked at him. Stop instantly. He opened his eyes suddenly, as if a fire was burning in his eyes.
The pain disappeared suddenly, Lingxi wanted to ask what was going on, but couldn't speak. I saw Donghua Shangxian smiled enchantingly, "I was discovered. It's a pity...it's too late."
After finishing speaking, he began to chant the mantra again, and the pain started again. Lingxi could clearly feel something being stripped from his body, like a soul...
That's right, it's the soul, her soul is being pulled away!
Lingxi stared at the face that she had never dared to look at. He didn't close his eyes, but opened them to meet her gaze, with a smile on his lips while reciting the mantra. What a familiar face, what a kind smile. No matter how I endured it, the tears finally flowed out.
"Brother..." Lingxi squeezed out these two words from the roar.
It's obviously the same face, it's obvious that they pampered her once, they are two people who depend on each other for life, why doesn't he remember her now? Why is he lying to her now? Why did he want to take her soul
Lingxi cried and wanted to resist, but she couldn't even move a finger. The pain in her body intensified, the red candles around her were "crackling" and the blood floating in the air was getting less and less. Lingxi's eyes suddenly went dark, and the sharp tinnitus in her ears almost pierced her eardrums. For a moment, she couldn't think at all, and only felt that her body was so light that she would be blown away by the wind the next moment.
However, she is still in this world after all.
A wisp of cloud-like white smoke hovered above her head, similar to Chen Xi she had seen at the bottom of the East China Sea. It circled around, circled around the long sword, penetrated into the sword and disappeared.
The power that restrained Lingxi suddenly disappeared, all the blood in the air had been swallowed by the long sword, and the candle flame returned to normal. Lingxi seemed to have been drained of all her strength and fell limp to the ground.
Shangxian Donghua mopped the floor in red clothes, approached Lingxi with a happy smile on his face, bent down, stroked her wrist with five fingers, the blood flow stopped, and the wound healed.
"Enough...is that enough?" Lingxi sneered, she would never expect this person to be her brother again.
Donghua Shangxian rolled his eyes, "Of course... not enough."
Lingxi lay on the ground panting, lowered her eyes slightly, and let him slaughter her.
"However, at least I took a strand of your soul, so I have to give you something in return." Under the dim candlelight, Donghua Shangxian's smile was extremely eye-catching at this time.
He put his five fingers together and cursed, and a faint white light appeared on his five fingers. He blew lightly, and the white light ball slowly floated in front of Lingxi's eyes, entering her mind from the center of her eyebrows.
"The gift I gave you in return, please accept it."
In the chaos, Lingxi gradually lost consciousness when she heard his words.
The sky is blue, the sky is full of colorful clouds, and the round red face is slowly falling into the western sky. The world lit by the rays of the sun is far away and peaceful. On the hill facing the setting sun, a woman was rolling up her long sleeves, and sat down after sweeping the stones behind her.
Lingxi seems to have known such a beautiful sunset, but she can't remember where she saw it. Until she heard the woman quietly whispering: "The setting sun on Cangjia Mountain is the most beautiful among the six realms."
Lingxi suddenly realized, yes, this is the sunset of Cangjia Mountain. Brother Qing Kui said that the sunset of Cangjia Mountain is the most beautiful in the six realms.
The woman's complaint continued: "I think this is the last time I will see the crimson sunset. Nanzhi will pick me up later, and go to the top of Cangjia Mountain to meet the most yin moon."
Lingxi thought she had heard wrong, Nanzhi
"Nanzhi is the man I love deeply. He used to be a fairy, but now he is a demon. He has been sleeping for tens of thousands of years, and I woke him up."
Lingxi wanted to go forward and see the woman's face clearly, but found that she couldn't get close no matter what, so the woman turned around, smiled at her and said, "I am the 397th generation disciple of Cangjia Mountain. "
At that moment, Lingxi only felt that the sky was dark.
She is the 397th generation disciple of Cangjia Mountain, and the girl's every frown and smile, even her voice, is exactly the same as her own!
The next moment, Lingxi seemed to be living in the woman's body, breathing together, seeing the world together, feeling what she was thinking, and loving what was in her heart.
She was picked up by Nan Zhi with her, saw the dilapidated Cangjia Mountain with her, smelled the blood of master, uncle, brother and sister, and heard Nan Zhi say with her: "Today... you must die."
At that moment, Lingxi and the woman were inseparable from each other.
The words kept coming to her mind—
Because I look exactly like the woman he loves so much.
Because I look exactly like the woman he loves so much.
Because I look exactly like the woman he loves so much.
Because she looks exactly like the woman he loves so much, so he protects her soul and guards her body, and only waits to tear her soul apart today and drive her out of the body that does not belong to her, and love deeply for him The woman summons the soul.
Nanzhi's beloved woman is named Chenxi, not Lingxi.
She stood on the top of Cangjia Mountain, and the wind was strong.
She greedily looked at Nanzhi, wanting to take a few more glances, but couldn't pay attention to his expression. She saw Nanzhi holding his sword in a daze, and the sharp point of the sword pierced her forehead. I saw my soul scattered all over the sky, falling like heavy snow in winter.
Sad to the heart, pain to the bone.
It is not the pain that pierces the forehead, nor the pain that bleeds out, nor the pain that tears the soul, but the pain that destroys all thoughts.
The woman who met her beloved man for three lifetimes and swore to her deeply was not her.
The woman who made her beloved man miss him so much and waited for him to the death was not her.
"This look looks familiar, it's actually a ten thousand-year-old skin... Hahaha..."
"Xiao Xi! You finally came back to see me!"
"Hey, remember it, my name is Ming Sheng, we met 13,000 years ago."
"My name is Chenxi, your name is Lingxi, and you are the first person I have met in so many years, hehe... We are so destined!"
I don't know whose voices kept circling in her head, Lingxi only felt ashamed, she didn't want to listen to it and think about it anymore, her consciousness gradually lost, and there were cold calls at the end of the darkness.
"Lingxi."
"Lingxi."
"Lingxi."
Who is calling her? So familiar, yet so desperate.
Lingxi suddenly woke up in the chaos, opened her eyes, the burning red candle, the spinning long sword, and the silver mirror reflecting everything. In a trance, she didn't know where she was, the tears in her eyes seemed to have not been shed, and the pain in her heart had not dissipated. She only saw the sun shining into this dark place through the open door. The man in black is fighting with the man in black.
"Lingxi." The man in black met her eyes, shouted eagerly, threw off the man in red and quickly approached her.
Lingxi was taken aback.
There was some blood dripping on the ground outside the door, and there were a few people lying in the blood. By looking at their bodies, they were Qing Kui Qinglian and Qing Nian. Cang Yu fell to the ground, clutching his chest, with blood still hanging from the corners of his mouth.
And Nan Zhi, who was running towards Lingxi, was full of murderous aura, his black clothes were soaked in blood, and there were even spots of fresh blood in the corners of his eyes, making him look particularly monstrous.
Lingxi seemed to see that scene again, the dilapidated Cangjia Mountain, the scarlet blood, the dense white bones; the cold sword tip, the scattered souls, the bone-eating pain, and that sentence - "Today, you must die."
"Go away!" Lingxi only felt the pain of being torn apart again all over her body, she backed away in horror, and shouted: "I don't want to see you, I don't want to see you..."
Nanzhi stopped suddenly, disbelief appeared on his expressionless face, and he saw fear and disgust in Lingxi's eyes.
"Lingxi, it's me, Nanzhi." Nanzhi said cautiously.
After Lingxi heard the name, she retreated even faster, and she didn't feel any pain when the candle was knocked over in her hand. With tears in her eyes, she kept shaking her head and said, "Go away, I don't want to see you... I don't want to see Nan Zhi."
"Lingxi..." Nanzhi's voice suddenly became hoarse, but he still tried to get close to Lingxi.
Lingxi's eyes were red and swollen from crying, and she kept stepping back and crying: "I don't want Nanzhi anymore, I don't want Nanzhi anymore... In this life, I will never see you again..."
Nanzhi stopped, and the whole person fell into silence. He was standing there, at the junction of sunlight and darkness, one side of his face was facing the sunlight, his face was so white that it was almost transparent, and the other side was buried in the darkness, with no expression on his face.
Lingxi then slowly calmed down and gradually regained consciousness.
At this moment, a fiery red light beam hit Nanzhi quickly, but in the blink of an eye, the man in black clothes turned into a black rose flower, surrounded by a fiery red light circle, and the next moment, the petals of the rose flower The pieces withered, as the red light beam circled around the long sword in front of the silver mirror, and then sank into the sword without leaving a trace.
Lingxi's eyes widened, and with an "exhort" in her head, she was completely awake.
The sun was still shining outside the tower, and Cang Yu walked over step by step.
The candlelight in the pagoda was still dim, and the smile of Donghua Shangxian against the candlelight was still dazzling.
A lantern rolled slowly on the ground. On the paper lantern, a young girl was depicted with bright eyes, leaning on someone's shoulder, looking at a sea of Qilian flowers with a smile. After a while, the lantern rolled to Hongzhu, and the rising flames slowly engulfed Qi Lianhua and the two people who were dependent on each other.
Falling from Qiangwei's body, besides the lantern, there was also a pendant, a finely crafted and vividly carved little turtle lying quietly on the ground.
Lingxi sat in the candlelight, her eyes widened like that, staring at the slowly burning paper lantern, motionless.
lantern.
Gone.
rose flower.
Gone.
Nan stopped.
Gone.