"The Guhui Sect is now in the hands of Aslan. Aslan has a grudge against me. Are you sure he will allow you to enter the Holy Land? What's more, your martial arts have been neglected for many years, and you are sure you can carry Wuji through the flames of war. Southern Xinjiang?”
"I..." Aunt Liu was speechless. She had already made a hasty decision, and it was only after Shi Yuan asked her that she realized her haste. More than ten years have passed, how can it be possible that southern Xinjiang is still in the same situation today as it was more than ten years ago.
"In this troubled world, Mingzhe's attempt to protect herself is just the last resort. With Wuji's identity, she is destined to never gain peace. She can only rely on her merits to protect herself."
Just when Shi Yuan and Aunt Liu were worried about Ye Wuji's future, a rumor spread among the princes. This rumor is also related to the jade flute, but in addition to the method of immortality, the rumor also says that after gathering the jade flute, you can find the treasure hidden place, and the treasure hidden place is where the dragon veins of Kyushu are. The first person to seize the dragon vein will be able to dominate the world.
I don’t know where this rumor came from. It is said that the art of prophecy was originally popular in Daqi and Nanliang. Many princes and leaders actually believed this rumor. As a result, Aslan, who held most of the jade flute fragments in his hand, was unlucky. King Pingnan first led troops to attack the Guhui Sect. Although the Guhui Sect was a cult, it was just a Jianghu sect, and its military strength was far inferior to that of the army led by King Pingnan. Forced into desperation, Aslan had no choice but to abandon Feidu Immortal Palace, where the Guhui Sect had lived for generations.
But King Pingnan didn't get anything good. Aslan divided the jade flute fragments in his hands into five parts, one for Wuyou Villa, one for King Pingnan, one for each of the second and third princes of Nanliang, and one for Kara Mu. Zar gave a copy, claiming to the outside world that King Pingnan had the largest number of jade flute fragments, and also occupied the wealth accumulated by the Guhui Sect over the years. Now the other companies don't dare to do it. There is only one country in the world. Who is willing to let others unify the world first? So the second prince joined forces with Kara Muzar, and Wuyou Villa joined forces with the third prince to besiege King Pingnan.
Aunt Liu didn't know these things. If she had known, she wouldn't have thought of escaping to southern Xinjiang. Aslan himself has become a lost dog, and southern Xinjiang has become a place where wars are frequent. It is by no means a paradise.
Ye Wuji sat in the room in a daze. It had started to rain in the past few days, and the old injuries she had suffered began to hurt again. There was only one doctor in Bishui Town, and the medicine he prescribed couldn't even relieve the pain, and Ye Wuji didn't bother to drink it. Sometimes Ye Wuji feels like an old man who is dying. She is groggy all day long, unwilling to think or act proactively. She has become slow to respond to the outside world and has lost her exploration of what is happening in the world. interest of.
Why are you alive? Ye Wuji couldn't find the answer. For revenge? Her martial arts and her life were originally given by the master. Even if the master wanted to take them away, what would there be to hate and complain about? She wasn't resentful at all, she just didn't want to think about it. As long as she thought about the years she spent at Wuyou Villa, her still-beating heart ached.
Shi Yuan knocked on the door outside. He held a coarse porcelain bowl in his hand, and in the bowl was the concoction he had fried. He didn't get an answer, of course. Ye Wuji's voice could no longer speak, so it was impossible for her to answer him.
He pushed the door open and walked in, and at a glance he saw Ye Wuji sitting by the window with her chin propped up in a daze. Her face was covered with criss-cross scars, turning her originally beautiful and pleasant face into a ferocious look. Shi Yuan looked at her face tenderly, and the pain that could not be erased was hidden under his gentle eyes.
"Wuji, here comes the medicine." He gently placed the medicine bowl on the table and said to Ye Wuji.
Ye Wuji wrinkled his nose and stretched out his slender fingertips to push the medicine bowl further away from him, his face full of reluctance.
Shi Yuan took out another small jar of candied fruits and coaxed: "This is the candied fruit I made myself. It is sour and sweet and very delicious. If you drink the medicine obediently, I will give away all the candied fruits." for you."