Shanshui was wearing a bright red wedding dress. The breeze brushed across her cheek, blowing the tassels of the phoenix crown hanging from her forehead. The cold silver sword reflected her pale face.
Her arms were shaking, but her fingers gripping the hilt of the sword were tightly gripping it, with no intention of letting go.
The smile on Xiang Feng's lips froze, and he turned his back to her and slowly turned sideways.
He never expected that Shanshui would stab him in the back.
Clearly, just a moment ago, he was hugging Shanshui excitedly, and she didn't struggle or move at all.
Just as he turned around to talk to An Ning, Shanshui raised his sword and stabbed him through the body.
Shanshui stabbed him in the heart, she wanted him to die.
But she didn't know that his heart was different from that of ordinary people and was tilted an inch to the right, so her sword could not kill him at all.
His facial muscles twitched twice, and his voice trembled: "Why?"
Shanshui smiled. Although there were tears in her eyes, she was smiling: "You owe me this."
Yes, he owed her this.
Just because she harbored selfish motives and wanted to save Xiang Feng beyond her capacity, she caused her father to die tragically at the hands of Xiang Feng's enemies.
She, her father and the coffin shop were burned to ashes, and Xiang Feng, who was rescued, didn't even know her name.
She couldn't blame anyone else for what happened back then. It was she who volunteered to save Xiang Feng, and it was she who begged Xue Xi to take Xiang Feng to her on her knees. Even if Xiang Feng didn't remember her, she had nothing to say.
But after living a new life, why was she involved with Xiang Feng again, and became the victim between Xiang Feng and Xue Xi
What had she done wrong to deserve being slapped in the face by him, to be called a bitch by him, to be forced by him... In the end, he was going to use her to get the protective jade of Hengwu Immortal Lord and squeeze out every last bit of her usefulness
If Xiang Feng wanted to save Xue Xi at all costs because he owed her, then how should he repay all that he owed her
Obviously, Xiang Feng didn't understand what she meant.
He just thought that what she meant by 'you owe me' was that he forced her to do that after he lost his mind.
Xiang Feng was silent.
Although he didn't do it on purpose, it was wrong, and if she could only stab him with a sword to relieve her hatred, then he would just accept it.
She was right, he did owe her in this matter.
Xiang Feng raised his hand and cut off the long sword in front of his chest. The half of the sword blade was broken inside his body, and the pain was so severe that he couldn't breathe.
He endured the pain and said sincerely: "Shanshui, I'm sorry..."
Before he could finish his words, he was pushed by Shanshui and fell to the ground staggeringly.
Xiang Feng fell and his body was covered in blood and mud. The tearing pain in his chest made his breathing heavier. He frowned and a hint of displeasure appeared in his eyes.
He was sorry to Shanshui, but he was also plotted against that day and it was just an unintentional mistake.
If it weren't for his crooked heart, he would have died at the hands of Shanshui's sword. He used his life to restore her chastity. Isn't that enough
Although he was unhappy, he did not show it. He wanted to put the matter to rest with Shanshui.
If Shanshui feels that she can vent her emotions this way, then let her vent.
Xiang Feng was thinking this and was about to say something, but he saw Shanshui running straight towards the direction behind him.
He hadn't even reacted yet. When he turned around, Shanshui had already stabbed the broken sword into An Ning's heart.
An Ning's face was pale, her dry lips were trembling, and beautiful blood was dripping from her lips, drop by drop... drop by drop.
She finally couldn't hold on any longer and slowly fell down.
Xiang Feng's pupils tightened, the blue veins at his temples throbbed, bloodshot filled his eyes, and his face gradually twisted and became hideous.
It was obvious that if he could refine his spirit into elixir, he could save An Ning's life, and when he found the Soul-Condensing Pearl, Xue Xi would be saved.
Just a little bit...
The next moment, his arms, which could no longer stop shaking, were raised high.
"landscape-"
Along with the heart-wrenching screams of Hengwu Immortal Lord, there was only a "puff" sound, which was the sound of the sword piercing the body.
Xiang Feng widened his eyes and his breathing stopped at that moment.
His sword pierced Shanshui's body, entering from the back and exiting from the chest.
The air seemed to freeze at this moment, and it was so quiet that he could clearly hear his own heartbeat.
The sticky blood flowed down the sword, her blood flowed into his palms, and flowed through the texture of his skin, like a wantonly blooming red spider lily.
So enchantingly beautiful, so shocking.
The mountains and rivers were smiling, and there was a hint of happiness of impending liberation in her eyes, and she was laughing so happily.
Heng Wu Xianjun broke free from his restraints and ran towards her desperately, but when he was still ten steps away from her, he heard her sigh, "Don't come over!"
Shanshui turned his head and looked at him with a smile through the tassels of the phoenix crown hanging on his forehead: "If you dare to come over, I will jump down."
Immortal Lord Hengwu paused. She was clearly within reach, but he felt she was so far away.
He wanted to rush up to her and hug her in his arms regardless of the consequences. He wanted to chop Xiang Feng, this beast worse than pigs and dogs, into meat paste. He wanted to take her away from this place of trouble, get rid of the shackles of the past, and retire to the mountains with her.
But he couldn't do anything.
He could only look at her like this, just look at her.
Shanshui finally breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that he didn't move forward. She raised her chin slightly and met the dazed Xiang Feng's gaze.
The smile on her lips became more intense, but a tear slid down her eye: "Xiang Feng, the thing I regret most is saving you in the coffin shop."
Xiang Feng's eyes were bloodshot. He seemed not to understand what she said, and his eyes were full of confusion.
Shanshui was still talking to herself, her eyes lowered, and there was a taste of rust and blood in her mouth.
The pain in her body made her breathing a little difficult, but she did not stop, as if she wanted to vent all the resentment from two lifetimes.
"I have saved you three times in my two lifetimes."
The first time was in the mountains.
When she reached the age of marriage, her father was worried that she would not be able to get married, so he invited matchmakers to visit her house all day long, hoping that they could find a good husband for her.
She disliked her father's nagging and the matchmaker's gossip and criticism like she was picking out pork.
In order to escape from the matchmaker, she used the excuse of going out to collect grass for pigs and ran to the mountains and forests outside the city with a bamboo basket on her back.
It was spring then, and the mountains and fields were full of forsythia. When the wind blew, the fragrance of the flowers wafted everywhere.
After cutting the pig grass with a pig grass knife, she lay down among the forsythia to take a nap. While she was sleeping, she was awakened by the sound of hurried footsteps.
When she opened her eyes, she saw a pale young man in black. There was a heroic look between his brows and his thin lips were tightly pursed like peach petals. He was the most handsome man she had ever seen.
There was blood on his body and he was stumbling, and it was obvious that he was injured.
Seeing him fainted in the flowers and someone seemed to be chasing him in the distance, she suddenly remembered what her father had said.
Her father always said that good people will be rewarded, and that one should do good deeds every day in order to have a good ending.
So she crawled to his side, covered his body with pig grass and forsythia, and stood up with the pig grass knife, pretending to look for pig grass.
Someone chased after her and when he passed by her, he stopped and asked her if she had seen a man in black.
With an innocent smile on her face, she pointed in a direction and said, "You are the government, right? I said he must be a prisoner who escaped from prison."
The man was bewitched by her smile and chased in the direction she pointed without any doubt.
After the man walked away, she put the pig grass into a bamboo basket and carried him to a dilapidated temple not far away.
The temple was where beggars lived. She couldn't bring him into the city, so she had to let him live in the dilapidated temple for the time being.
Every day after that, she would get up early, buy two meat buns, then excitedly run out of the city, pick a forsythia, and secretly place the buns and the forsythia next to him.
This kind of days lasted for more than a month.
Until they met again, he was seriously injured and rushed into her father's coffin shop.
That was the first time she spoke to him, and she could clearly hear her heartbeat gradually accelerating.
But he soon fainted again.
She hid him in the coffin, thinking that this time, she could help him get through the difficult times.
She also wanted to wait for him to wake up, then confess her feelings to him and tell him about sending flowers and buns.
But she never got to see him wake up. She and her father both died in the coffin shop, and the raging fire burned them to ashes.
Her body was burned when she was alive, and she couldn't even be reincarnated. If it weren't for Rong Shang's rescue, she would have become a wandering ghost in the world.
It was a pity that her father died without a burial place, but she forgot her past life and followed him happily and carefree, becoming the apprentice of this culprit.
When Shanshui said this, her jet-black hair had already turned completely white, making her bright red lips look like a ghost.
Xiang Feng widened his eyes and stared at her, his pale lips slightly opening and closing, like a fish that was thrown on the shore and was about to suffocate.
His teeth were trembling, as if he was in the cold snow in December. His heart was frozen and aching, and the piercing coldness penetrated deep into his bones.
No wonder Xue Xi always changed the subject vaguely every time he brought up the matter.
It turned out that the person who rescued him from the coffin shop was not Xue Xi at all.
The person who brought him forsythia and meat buns every morning was not Xue Xi.
All wrong, all wrong...
He shook his head desperately, and a bright red tear fell.
When the Xiang family was brutally wiped out, he also lost hope of living. It was the forsythia flowers that bloomed every day that awakened his desire for life.
He fell in love with Xue Xi because of the more than thirty forsythia flowers he had collected.
But in the end, it was all in vain.
This time he couldn't even deceive himself.
Because what Shanshui said is right.
He fainted among the forsythia flowers and woke up in a dilapidated temple.
The beggar once told him that it was a young girl who carried him in, and he always thought that the young girl was Xue Xi.
But he never expected that the person who saved him was the little girl from the coffin shop.
It was Shanshui who should have been crying, but he was smiling happily.
She stretched out her arm and grasped the sword with her palm, her smile becoming brighter and more beautiful: "Shanshui is the name you gave me. Because you said that there is a meeting between mountains and waters."
"But I hope that the mountains and rivers will never meet."
"I am willing to suffer in the eighteen levels of hell, just to never see you again in my life."
After saying that, she gripped the sword tightly and pulled it out from her chest without hesitation.
Bright red blood rushed out of the blood hole. She seemed to no longer feel the pain. The blood soaked her wedding dress, and the blood-red color was shocking.
Immortal Hengwu could no longer bear it. The veins on his forehead bulged and he breathed hard, "Shanshui, I beg you, you still have me, please live..."
Shanshui looked at him, his eyes slightly red: "What's the difference between you and him?"
"You gave me the protective jade so that you could use me to hurt the king."
"You left Qingcheng Mountain on purpose to give him the opportunity to kidnap me. You just wanted to play along and put on a show for the king."
"You said you would marry me in a grand ceremony, but you turned my wedding day into a graveyard."
"In your eyes, I am just a bargaining chip that can be used."
Heng Wu Xianjun was stunned for a moment, and then shook his head desperately: "No, it's not like that!"
At the beginning, he gave the protective jade to Shanshui, indeed wanting to use her to obtain his soul.
But after Xiang Feng forced her, he vowed to treat her well and never let her get hurt again.
From then on, he never thought of taking advantage of her again.
When they came out of the illusion and went to Qingcheng Mountain, he noticed that her soul was frequently leaving her body. He ordered his subordinates to steal the Emperor of Heaven's Mirror of Rebirth, and learned about Shanshui's past through the mirror.
When Shanshui's memory is restored, that is when she dies.
How could he watch her die
So, he carried out his original plan, wanting to seize Rong Shang's soul, refine the elixir and feed it to Shanshui.
Unexpectedly, Rong Shang was insidious and cunning, and actually split his soul into two halves. He found that Shanshui's spirit was getting worse and worse, so he had to hastily set a date for the wedding. He teamed up with Xiao Yuqing to set up a trap, intending to take away Rong Shang's soul at the wedding ceremony.
Immortal Hengwu explained haltingly, his back covered in sweat from anxiety, and he wished he could gouge his heart out and show it to her.
Shanshui didn't say anything, just smiled bitterly.
She exhaled slowly and looked up at Xiang Feng: "I already knew that your heart was an inch off. You told me when you were drunk before."
Xiang Feng's body stiffened, and his arms hanging by his sides trembled uncontrollably.
She said she knew his heart was an inch off.
So, she didn't mean to kill him at all
Shanshui bit her lips tightly, took advantage of his momentary daze, quickly snatched the soul from his hands, and ran towards Yu Zhengzheng.
She felt sorry for Rong Shang.
This was the last thing she did for Rong Shang before she died.
When Rong Shang handed her the soul, he whispered a few words to her and said: Steam the soul.
The primordial spirit can break all poisons in the world and save all things in the world.
She understood what he meant. As long as she gave her soul to Zhengzheng, the poison in Zhengzheng's body would be immediately cured and she would no longer have to be coerced by others.
He risked his life for her, so how could she betray his trust
The Emperor of Heaven, who was originally watching the battle, looked at the mountains and rivers rushing towards Yu Zhengzheng, and seemed to understand something. He roared in a low voice: "Stop her quickly!"
There were heavenly soldiers chasing after Shanshui, but how could they catch up with Shanshui who was trying his best.
The Emperor's facial muscles twitched twice, the veins in his temples tightened, and he said coldly to his subordinates: "Bring the bows and arrows."
The subordinates handed over the bow and arrow. The Emperor looked at the running mountains and rivers expressionlessly, and drew the bow and arrow in one go.
Two arrow feathers carrying a murderous aura pierced the silent air, making bursts of hissing sounds.
The sharp arrows shot towards Shanshui one after another, one arrow feather flew towards her head, and the other arrow feather flew towards her neck, leaving her no chance of survival.
Heng Wu Xianjun roared as he ran towards her. He stumbled as he ran, and the entire cliff was filled with his screams: "Shanshui, squat down—"
The arrow shot off her phoenix crown, and her white hair fell down, making her bright red wedding dress even more beautiful. She did not avoid or dodge, and even ignored the fact that another long arrow was about to hit her.
In the next moment, another arrow grazed a strand of white hair on her neck.
When she was one step away from Yu Zhengzheng, she stopped.
Shanshui tightly covered his throat which was cut by the second arrow feather, and his breathing was intermittent, like a torn bag with no air in it.
The familiar pain brought back her most familiar memories.
A bitter smile appeared on her lips, and she slowly pressed the icy light in her palm downwards.
Seeing the green light gradually merge into Yu Zhengzheng's body, Shanshui finally breathed a sigh of relief.
She turned around slowly, looked at Xiang Feng and said, "I, I said I saved you three times. The third time was just now. An Ning wanted to push you off the cliff, and I pushed you away, and stabbed her with a sword..."
Xiang Feng was gasping for breath, his chest was stuffy and his heart seemed to be tightly grasped by a big hand, giving him an indescribable feeling of suffocation.
She was saving him.
But he pierced her body without hesitation.
Why didn't she tell him the truth right away
Why? Why
He looked at Shanshui's hand covering his neck, and tears and blood kept flowing down. He cried bitterly, and his snot mixed with blood fell to the ground.
Xiang Feng threw away his conceited pride, bent his knees, knelt on the ground, and used his one arm to support his body: "Shanshui, you can't die, you don't want to die, please..."
He opened his mouth and muttered to himself in a reversed order: "Shanshui, Master is here to save you, don't be afraid, Master will take your soul back, and then he can save you..."
Shanshui smiled without saying anything. She dipped her fingertips in the sticky blood and wrote her own name on the nameless tablet.
She never thought of killing him, what she wanted was for him to kill her with his own hands.
Maybe he hasn't realized it yet, but she clearly feels that he likes her.
After thousands of years and hundreds of thousands of hours of living together, how could he not be moved by her in the slightest
sha're:n destroying his heart, this is the best punishment for him.
As for Xiang Feng's life or death, that would be up to Rong Shang to decide.
Shanshui put down the spirit tablet and took one last look at Heng Wu Xianjun. She cried and laughed at the same time, and her red lips parted slightly: "Heng Su, see you in the next life..."
This was the first time she called his name, and also the last time.
Immortal Hengwu was ultimately unable to catch up with her. She was like a dancing blood-red butterfly, the hairpins in her white hair trembling slightly as she resolutely ran towards the cliff.
The red skirt disappeared from sight.
Without any hesitation, he jumped off the cliff together.
He was going to find his bride.
It was so dark that she wouldn't be able to find her way home.