"Don't worry, all the poisons have been put away at the old lady's birthday party today." Wei Lan said, "We will never let the guests at the banquet get poisoned by us."
"That said, it's still best to be careful."
Wei Lan didn't want to pay attention to Xie Hanyi anymore. He crossed Xie Hanyi and walked to Ye Wuji, grabbed her hand and stuffed something into her hand.
Ye Wuji looked down and saw that it was a green pendant with the word "leaf" engraved on it.
Ye Wuji suddenly felt like he was struck by lightning. She remembered that she was not the helmsman of Meijiang Twelve Wu, and Xie Hanyi was not her fiancé. She was Xie Hanyi's thirteenth disciple, and she was Ye Wuji! Everything in front of him instantly shattered like pieces of glass, whether it was Xie Hanyi or Wei Lan, they all disappeared. The flower in the moon mirror, no matter how beautiful it is, is not real. She would rather be scarred in the cruel reality than sink in the sweet dream.
Ye Wuji opened his eyes and saw that he was on a high platform, in the sky. She was tied to a cross-shaped wooden frame, and the table under the wooden frame was an incised eight-array diagram.
Duan Qingxiu stood in front of her with disheveled hair and a sword in hand.
"Oh?" Duan Qingxiu was slightly surprised to see Ye Wuji wake up, "I didn't expect you to wake up. This doesn't mean it has ruined my reputation."
Ye Wuji sneered: "I have nothing to do with you."
"My dear disciple, don't you owe all your martial arts skills to my disciple?"
"But are you really his master?" Ye Wuji turned around and looked around, "Where is Xie Hanyi? Where is he?"
"Strange, didn't you kill him yourself? Why are you asking me where he is?" Duan Qingxiu asked with a smile.
"Don't act stupid! It was clear before..."
"Oh, you mean that? That's just a puppet I made out of his corpse. You don't have to worry too much. If you like, I can make ten or eight of them for you to play with."
He was really dead, he was really dead. Ye Wuji did not doubt the authenticity of Duan Qingxiu's words. She had already confirmed Xie Hanyi's death after killing him. If Duan Qingxiu really had the ability to resurrect the dead, why bother pursuing immortality? But her heart felt like a big hole had been dug out, and the cold wind was pouring in, making it chilly and empty.
"No more nonsense, the time is almost up." Duan Qingxiu looked up at the moon in the sky that gradually moved out from behind the clouds. Duan Qingxiu held a sword and stepped on the cloth, dancing a strange dance.
This dance has a vast aura that seems to come from ancient times. As the silver sword dances, a beam of moonlight shoots straight down from the sky and falls on the tip of Duan Qingxiu's sword.
Ye Wuji heard the sound of horse hooves, the sound of fighting, and the sad echo of all living beings struggling in suffering.
"Oh God! Oh God!" She heard the woman's shrill cry, cursing the injustice of the sky and the misfortune of the world.
She heard the cries of children, the sighs of old people, and the dying cries of young people.
"In these troubled times, in these troubled times, people are worse than pigs and dogs!" Someone sighed in her ear.
Duan Qingxiu's sword dance reached the last stage. The moon in the sky was like a silver plate. There was only a flash of silver light. The sharp sword blade scratched Ye Wuji mercilessly, and blood dripped on the inscriptions of the Eight Arrays. The groove is gradually filled with the entire eight-array diagram.
The silver moonlight pours into the Bagua diagram, and the Yin-Yang fish seems to be alive and swims like a real fish.
Duan Qingxiu's eyes shone with excitement and excitement that was almost crazy. Finally, finally! The day is finally here! The immortality he was looking forward to, the road to immortality he was looking forward to was finally opened. From then on, he would be free from the shackles of the world, be free from the wind, not enter reincarnation, and no longer have the pain of birth, old age, illness, and death!
After a burst of extremely dazzling white light that almost blinded people's eyes, the Bagua diagram on the ground disappeared, Ye Wuji also disappeared, but the legendary road to immortality did not appear. The vast expanse of snow was filled with emptiness.
"This is impossible! This is impossible!" Duan Qingxiu waved his sword wildly. He had persisted in his dream for so many years, and for this he did not hesitate to do countless unreasonable things, all for the sake of immortality.
"How could it not be possible? How could it not be possible?" Duan Qingxiu looked like a real madman at this moment. He walked to the edge of the cliff unknowingly.
"I've become an immortal! I'm immortal!" He shouted while looking at the bottom of the cliff, jumped up, and jumped right down.