In fact, just now, Mu Lin learned about Ni Heng from Meng Qianxi. From then on, it was clear that there was a deeper handwriting from the God Realm behind the battle between the Immortal and the Netherworld. What was on the surface seemed clear at a glance, but who knew that there was a dark tide surging deep below. She thought her analysis was thorough enough, but in fact it was still a little off.
Judging from Zijian's position, he may not know more.
Mu Lin said: "I don't want to know this anymore, why don't you tell me about your origins?"
But it brought a long silence from Zijian. That dark time in his youth was like a rotten quagmire that gave rise to endless thorny black vines, which bound him tightly with their claws and teeth, bleeding and almost suffocating. Not to mention telling others about it, he didn't even want to recall it.
His Mu Lin was a princess of the direct lineage, of pure blood, noble status, and a higher starting point than most immortals. Noble and humble, there was a world of difference. If it weren't for the immortal war that changed their fate, and Mo Yan's marriage, the two would not have even crossed paths. She was the noble jade wheel in his mind, how dare he show his dirt and pollute her bright eyes
"It's inconvenient, so forget it."
"Lin'er, if there is no deal, would you be willing to marry me?"
The red candle burned quietly, his eyes full of joy, Mu Lin leaned on his shoulder and whispered, "No."
Clean, crisp, and indifferent.
"You, you little heartless person..." The expected answer. Zijian stretched out his finger and poked her forehead, and the bitter smile on the corner of his lips disappeared.
The two of them snuggled up to each other, as if they had returned to the time on earth when one was sick and the other was weak and depended on each other. No one had ever thought that this was a rare beauty and luxury in the long years.
"Are you childish?" Mu Lin slapped his hand away and glared at him.
"You are childish."
"You are the most childish!"
The two laughed and joked for a while. Mu Lin leaned lazily against him, feeling the soft warmth beside him. He had the rare urge to tell him something: "As the saying goes: 'The closest relatives are the most distant.' Actually, I don't understand why there is such an identity as 'husband and wife'. There are three thousand great ways, but not one of them can be walked together by two people. Cultivators of immortality and Taoism are naturally prepared to walk alone through thousands of miles and mountains... It is hard for me to imagine being together forever with a person of a different surname and being extremely intimate with him."
Zijian stroked her head and said gently, "There are fifty great ways, forty-nine of which are derived from heaven, and one of which is hidden by man. This ray of life that is hidden is the variable that heaven gives to all things. The word love has always been difficult to understand, and it is the most difficult variable to control. With it, there is more vitality, and these long years are also more interesting."
Mu Lin was puzzled, "Can love really bring vitality?"
"Lin'er, look more with your heart, and you will find the answer."
"Okay." Mu Lin agreed with him reluctantly, but he felt that it was like a distant mountain shrouded in fog, still blurry and unclear.
At this time, Zi Jian lowered his head and kissed Mu Lin's forehead, then pushed her down and pressed her under him.
Sage time is over and he plans to eat meat.
"Your husband will take you to enjoy the joy of love and the happiness of husband and wife..." He covered her eyes with a big hand and sealed all her anxieties and doubts with a kiss.
Just give it to him, that's all.
Mu Lin felt the touch of his lips, which were cool and soft, like petals covered with dew. Her heartbeat suddenly slowed down, and her eyelashes trembled slightly in the darkness, her long eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings, sweeping across Zi Jian's palm, slightly cool and itchy.
An electric current rushed to the tip of his heart, and a tiny tingling sensation spread out like ripples on the surface of a lake. Zijian did not close his eyes, so his slightly curved almond-shaped eyes reflected thousands of affectionate and charming feelings, and billions of shining stars, just for the beautiful woman under him, and finally found happiness after half a lifetime of twists and turns.
He finally caught the butterfly.
But I hold her in my palm, protect her in my heart, and won't let her suffer any grievance.
At this time, there was a noisy sound outside the door, which could be faintly heard into the bedroom, and it was vaguely discernible that it was very lively.
"Let me in! Today is my brother's big day, and I haven't congratulated him yet. Why are you stopping me?"
"Miss Su, His Majesty and His Majesty are resting. It's not appropriate for you to come at this time..."
"Brother Quexi won't mind. I am his married wife! Don't stop me. Get out of here!"
Zijian's eyes turned cold instantly. Anyone who was disturbed at this time would be furious. He raised his head and looked towards the door with a sharp gaze.
At this time, Mu Lin also moved his hand away and said lightly under him: "Get up."
At the Chang'an Street rally that year, he asked her to call him Brother Quexi. It turned out that without her knowing, there were other girls who called him that and even married him.
Mu Lin suddenly thought of Zi Jian’s 186 mortal wives. Perhaps this Miss Su was one of them
Zijian rolled off her, put on his outer robe, and said helplessly, "Lin'er, it's not what you think. I'll go out and deal with it."
Mu Lin said something inexplicably: "Zhongli, don't let me down."
Strange, why should she be disappointed? It was just a transaction. But the blurred enthusiasm in her heart that had cooled down could not be faked.
Zijian looked back at her steadily: "Trust me."
At this time, Xiao Yan used magic to break in. She had the strength of a great immortal, and no one could stop her from breaking in.
Zijian didn't even look at her and said coldly, "Get out!"
Su Xiaoyan fell to her knees with a thud. She was suffocated by the pressure from Zijian. She was like an ant under the class oppression of the Immortal Lord. She struggled to raise her head, her eyes full of resentment and sadness, as if she was crying and complaining.
Mu Lin was sitting on the bed and saw a young girl in a goose yellow dress kneeling on the ground in embarrassment. Her pretty face was tearful and her eyes were looking at her resentfully.
Surprise, vigilance, hostility, jealousy, hatred... so complicated.
Su Xiaoyan's attitude was so low that she cried like a cuckoo: "Sister... can't you tolerate Xiaoyan? I don't ask for a name, I just want to serve Brother Quexi... No, I want to serve His Majesty..."
"I don't have a sister, and I will never have one." Mu Lin turned his gaze to Zi Jian and said indifferently: "Your Majesty, this is your private matter, please go out and deal with it before coming back."
Zijian gave Su Xiaoyan a warning look, but said to Mu Lin: "Lin'er, I will give you an explanation."
"I won't go out! Your Majesty, I am pregnant with your child! Have you forgotten? Madam Lu..." Su Xiaoyan suddenly found that she could not make any sound. She was horrified to see Zijian's murderous expression and froze in place.
"Someone, bring Su Xiaoyan to the side hall." Zijian called in the ghost servants who were in a dilemma outside the door, and dragged the woman who was lying on the ground like limp as mud away. Before leaving, he carefully closed the door for Mu Lin.
Mu Lin put on her clothes and stood up. After a while, light and shadows flowed on the wall, and the air was as cold as ink-colored clouds. She smiled faintly and said, "Wushe, were you the one who let Su Xiaoyan out?"
"Yes." Hei Wuchang quietly appeared behind Mu Lin and said in a low voice.
Mu Lin extinguished a red dragon and phoenix candle and said nonchalantly, "Tell me, what's going on."
"Five hundred years ago, the King of Hell returned from his calamity and personally checked the Record of Life and Death. He found the soul of Su Xiaoyan and considered her his adopted sister."
That was the intersection in the mortal world.
Mu Lin smiled: "Su Xiaoyan is in love with her sworn brother."
"The King of Hell rarely sees her. She was accepted as a disciple by Zhang Ai, the only female judge among the ten judges. She reached the level of a supreme immortal within five hundred years. She is considered to be quite talented."
"Oh." Mu Lin thought about it and realized that it took him fifteen years to achieve the great perfection of the immortal.
"Is Su Xiaoyan pregnant?"
"I don't know."
Mu Lin shook his head: "Confused, too confused."
How come they even had an illegitimate child? No matter what, I can't get any closer to Zijian.
Hei Wuchang also said: "Tracing back three generations, you and the King of Hell should be distant relatives. Although it is not a problem, it is a rule that people with the same surname cannot marry. It will inevitably cause a lot of trouble." It will also be troublesome for the princess to restore her identity in the future, so he let Su Xiaoyan out on the wedding night to disrupt things.
Mu Lin nodded: "I was careless, indulging in the details of love and confusion, and my mind was confused. The most important thing next is to find the bird Yin of all spirits. Wu She, do you know Madam Lu?"
"I once accidentally entered the Daimo Mountains and saw Hades meeting a middle-aged woman. I overheard their conversation and Hades called her Madam Lu. I thought that Madam Lu must be an elder of Hades' family."
"I understand. I will look for an opportunity to go to the Daimo Mountains to investigate. There is hope for this. Hades should be back soon. You can leave first."
"Your Highness, your Immortal Driver..."
"It is sealed in the Northern Desert. It is protected by a divine object. You cannot bring it back."
"I understand, and I will explain it to Hades. I will take my leave."
Mu Lin nodded slightly, waved his sleeve to extinguish the other candle, and lay back on the bed. There was no movement outside the hall, leaving only a quiet room.
When Zijian came back, he found that the hall was already dark. Where there was originally bright light, the pair of red dragon and phoenix candles were both extinguished. There were only a few drops of red candle tears at the base, cold, hard and silent.
Zijian stood there for a long time, and finally lit the candles one by one. Mulin heard footsteps approaching, and then the bed tilted to the outside and sank to one side, but she did not move.
"Lin'er, I know you're not asleep, so just listen to me. Nothing happened between Su Xiaoyan and me, what she said just now was just nonsense."
Mu Lin couldn't sleep any more, so he sighed and said, "So you recognized a woman who loved you as your stepsister? And she slandered your innocence? I don't understand your operation."
"I was cursed back then, and Su Xiaoyan was the 99th wife I married to relieve the curse. She was implicated by me and died for me, so I returned to the underworld and found her spirit, hoping to make amends."
"Let me guess, she offered to serve you, but you refused, so she asked you to adopt her as your sister, and you agreed." Anyway, she would not be recorded in the royal family tree. They were siblings in name only. It was a good move to retreat in order to advance.