Chapter 45
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The Netherworld.
The River of the Dead shook and evil spirits dispersed. The entire place was murky, without even a ray of light.
A blood-coloured stream spread across the river, dispersing in all directions before vanishing completely.
He Sorshi retracted his hand, and the bloody ghostly energy that he had released re-entered back through his fingertips. He was not using Zhu Wuxin’s body but his own.
His slightly wavy hair moved around like the waves of the river water, even the giant netherworld chains that bound his hands and feet also shook slightly.
“That Buddhist cultivator wished for the position of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, but because of his ambition to become an eternal Buddha, he was just as stupid as the path he chose.” The ghostly energy lingered around He Sorshi’s fingertips, wiping off the dried blood off the other’s shoulder, staring at the wound on his body, “Unfortunately—— he died too early. After spending thousands of years with me in the Netherworld, he still fell into the Kappangi1.”
In some respects, He Sorshi really was a survivor and worthy of the name “Old and Undying”, but because of his status, calling him “Dead Ghost” shouldn’t be a problem either, but it just sounded a little inappropriate.
“To purify all the evil spirits in this world, this ambition is truly naive.” He Sorshi said, “You’re not cultivating this path right?”
Ming Jing had his head down and didn’t reply for a long time until He Sorshi calmed down, he finally slowly spoke: “Ghost Leader He.”
“Huh?”
“…… How is Jiang Qianbei?”
He Sorshi frowned, he couldn’t believe that this buddhist cultivator was in the jaws of death but was still worrying over Jiang Zheliu. The corners of his mouth twitched and said: “You’re on the brink of death yourself, do you want to see him off?
He spoke as he raised his hand to pull up the Zenmaster’s fair chin, he leaned in closely and stared for a while and said: “Why don’t you worry about yourself first?”
Ming Jing looked back at him calmly, the dark red Bodhi mark between his eyebrows was as bright as blood, but his eyes were eternally as light as mist, as if facing He Sorshi, Wang Wenyuan, or facing anyone was absolutely no different to him.
He Sorshi moved ever so slightly, the emotion in his eyes gradually changed. He lowered his head and said: “I’ll ask you again, are you his reincarnation?”
All those that had reincarnated and re-cultivated in their next lives had to meet someone that they knew in their past life and be reminded of their identity in order to retrieve the memories of their past lives. If Ming Jing was that person’s reincarnation then when He Sorshi mentioned him previously, Ming Jing should already have been reminded of his previous life.
But he was not. His eyes didn’t not flicker at all, there was not even a wisp of acknowledgement in his eyes. It was absolutely calm like the surface of a lake.
He Sorshi was a little annoyed.
After a while, he slowly let go.
The man who insisted on transforming him died long ago.
He Sorshi let out a deep breath and said: “That person was my friend. If you return to Lan Re Temple and ask around you should still be able to find out his name…… Nevermind, you can just stay here to keep me company, wait until I get rid of these chains, I’ll take you back personally.”
Ming Jing still looked back at him without saying a word like usual, he did not reveal any emotion whatsoever, only a tiny wisp of worry.
“If I can’t leave here.” He Sorshi looked up towards the direction of the river, he closed his eyes and smiled, “Then you will also stay in the Netherworld.”
The river water flowed slowly, countless evil spirits lived in seclusion at the bottom of the river, using their dark green eyes to stare at the beautiful new fresh blood next to their Ghost Leader. But the fresh meat that they were staring at simply stood in the same spot, and only glanced over towards the limit of the river.
The river of the dead was vast, it was hard to find its limit, as if there was no end.
————
The Devil Realm and the Demon Realm had been going against each other for a long time with unending disharmony, becoming a deadlock. After that, it really did actually attract some stealth attacks. The sneak attackers were lured into the trap outside Shiwan Dashan2, their Daoist body was killed, their primordial spirit was crushed. After getting rid of the first batch of stupid greedy people, the Cultivation world and the two realms were able to negotiate peace, whilst the devils attacked the land, almost heading into the Mountain Protection Formation of the four immortal sects.
Yu Jinnian sat next to him, watching the terminally ill patient in front of him who calmly put down the letter and brush and then hid it on an inconspicuous corner of the table. The doctor said bitterly: “How am I going to explain to Wenren Ye? You……”
“Xiao Yu,” Jiang Zheliu said calmly, “I didn’t hold you accountable for helping the little devil conceal things from me.”
Yu Jinnian choked up all of a sudden, and couldn’t think of a response for a long time and then he said quietly: “Wasn’t it for the sake of Qianbei…”
“Then I am also doing it for his sake.”
Although Yu Jinnian could tell from checking his pulse that his condition was not right. However, because of the additional medicine, he didn’t know the full extent of the other’s condition, he was without a clue. “The more you are like this, the more I think that you’ve gone mad…….”
“Whether I get a bit better or a bit worse, I’m still someone you cannot cure.”
Although this was true, Yu Jinnian’s self-confidence and self-recognition for his medical skills had been hit hard.
He sighed and scanned the other person up and down, confirming that from the outside, he couldn’t see what condition this person was in.
He thought for a moment, and then reminded him of an old matter: “That time you mentioned holding the sword again, I thought about it, and the only way is really… to wait for after you die and make you a puppet.”
Jiang Zheliu paused, and looked up: “Do you know what I need to do?”
Yu Jinnian said helplessly: “The art of puppetry uses the corpse and because the corpse’s life force has already been severed, it allows for the corpse to regain power again which is naturally the only way for you to hold the sword again. Maybe after the puppet master’s repairs, your meridians may even flow even more smoothly than before.”
Before he could finish his words, he suddenly heard the sound of a medicine bowl falling beyond the screen. He turned his head and saw only a pair of fluffy antlers running away.
“Ah-Chu overheard, is that alright?” Yu Jinnian asked.
Jiang Zheliu glanced over, “It’s okay. When he comes back, I will talk to him.”
Yu Jinnian nodded, ignoring the little interruption, and continued: “It’s just that you want to use this method to preserve your power but what is it for?”
“Jiang Xianzun’s guidance to others has always been used as a reference. You have always made your own decisions.” Yu Jinnian stood up, “Perhaps you should still think about how to comfort Wenren Ye.”
Jiang Zheliu silently pondered for a moment, and said, “…I’m sorry to trouble you, thank you for everything.”
Yu Jinnian waved his hand, turned and left.
He didn’t expect that this was the last time the two of them would speak.
Jiang Zheliu was a person who could accept reality very quickly. He had even found many spots in Zhongnan Mountain. He felt that being buried under the ice and snow of Zhongnan Mountain was indeed a good place to rest, but he was afraid that the little devil would dig him out, so he gave up on this idea.
Few people who knew that their end was near would be as calm as him.
Ah-Chu came back in the evening. He looked sad and his eyes were red, as if he had learned a great secret, but he didn’t say anything. He handed Jiang Zheliu a cloak without saying a word, but he didn’t let go, but instead leaned in and hugged him.
“Gege…” His voice was still whimpering in an indiscernible tone.
Jiang Zheliu reached out and touched the horns of his head, rubbing the fluffy antlers for a moment, he whispered, “Why are you crying?”
“The book says that you will be fine!” Ah-Chu gritted his teeth and whispered, “I’ve never seen a protagonist die in the middle of their love story. How can you do this!”
Jiang Zheliu was silent for a moment, pondering whilst asking, “Which book?”
Ah-Chu choked all of a sudden, wiped his tears, lowered his head and said, “It’s a book…a book I’ve read.”
He paused, and continued: “Besides, it’s impossible for Chinese medicine to replace Western medicine! Why are you talking about anatomy and repair? It sounds very scientific!”
Jiang Zheliu didn’t understand the meaning of science, but he could understand that Ah-Chu was reluctant for him to die. He reached out his hand and wiped away his tears, and said softly, “Don’t tell Wenren gege about this matter, okay?”
Ah-Chu stared at him in a daze, but didn’t notice that he had actually agreed to it.
The Heavenly Spirit Body was still very fragrant, exuding a fragrance that made others draw closer. Ah-Chu would have agreed to anything he said at this moment.
But Ah-Chu was still very sad. He leaned against the screen and continued to cry. After dark, he was tired from crying and accidentally fell asleep.
He slept much deeper than Jiang Zheliu.
Jiang Zheliu was also sleepy, but he was more energetic than usual due to the effects of the extra medicine. He just coughed occasionally. When his hand fell on the resurrection stone, he could clearly feel the crack, and the crack was getting larger at a quickened pace, so the vitality that maintained his body gradually became weaker.
He thought of a lot of things, and was a little distracted.
The little devil hugged him tightly and put his head around his shoulders, there was a strong sense of depression coming from him. The edges of his lips were so dry that they were about to crack and bleed, and Jiang Zheliu almost fainted from the taste of the blood between his lips during the kiss just now.
He slowly raised his hand and followed along the length of his spine as if stroking a large fluffy cat. He whispered and asked in a gentle tone: “Do you feel a bit better?”
Wenren Ye didn’t speak, but chased his breath, leaning closer into his arms, feeling appeased by the cold ice and snow energy on his sweetheart and then he muttered: “En.”
Jiang Zheliu did not ask about the smell of fresh blood, but slowly rubbed the other’s horns, his fingers slid down along the devilish horns, he wrapped his arms around his shoulders and moved away from the topic.
“Why did you come back suddenly?”
Although he asked this, he was actually very happy that he came back. Jiang Zheliu also really wanted to see him, he actually missed him very much.
Wenren Ye wanted to use an excuse, but thought that the old Pavilion Lord of Wushuang Jian Pavilion had a good relationship with Jiang Zheliu, so he didn’t speak for a while. His voice was hoarse: “Taking a break.”
He didn’t want to make Jiang Zheliu sad.
Instead of making him sad, Wenren Ye’s first reaction was still to hide it for the time being. This is exactly the same reaction on both sides.
He was unwilling to let go. Even if Jiang Zheliu stayed here the whole time waiting for him, he still had that kind of feeling that the other could efferverse into nothing in an instant. He tightly surrounded Jiang Zheliu’s waist and whispered: “…It’s my fault for not telling you about the war. Don’t be sad…. I’m afraid…”
“Are you afraid that they will come up the mountain to find me?” Jiang Zheliu said.
Wenren Ye stared at him blankly and nodded.
This devil didn’t come through the door or the window when he came back. He used the technique of teleportation between the two realms, and he came so accurately and silently that even the little deer outside the door was not alarmed.
“I know.” Jiang Zheliu didn’t pursue it. “It’s okay.”
Author Note:
Jiang Zheliu has only broken his promise to two people, one is the master who accompanied him on his journey, and the other is the love he met at the end.
From beginning to end, he had nothing.
Don’t rush me! It will make me not want to update. (Crying whilst smearing honey on the knife to tempt readers) Come and lick it! ! !
Please report us if you find any errors so we can fix it asap!
The Netherworld.
The River of the Dead shook and evil spirits dispersed. The entire place was murky, without even a ray of light.
A blood-coloured stream spread across the river, dispersing in all directions before vanishing completely.
He Sorshi retracted his hand, and the bloody ghostly energy that he had released re-entered back through his fingertips. He was not using Zhu Wuxin’s body but his own.
His slightly wavy hair moved around like the waves of the river water, even the giant netherworld chains that bound his hands and feet also shook slightly.
“That Buddhist cultivator wished for the position of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, but because of his ambition to become an eternal Buddha, he was just as stupid as the path he chose.” The ghostly energy lingered around He Sorshi’s fingertips, wiping off the dried blood off the other’s shoulder, staring at the wound on his body, “Unfortunately—— he died too early. After spending thousands of years with me in the Netherworld, he still fell into the Kappangi1.”
In some respects, He Sorshi really was a survivor and worthy of the name “Old and Undying”, but because of his status, calling him “Dead Ghost” shouldn’t be a problem either, but it just sounded a little inappropriate.
“To purify all the evil spirits in this world, this ambition is truly naive.” He Sorshi said, “You’re not cultivating this path right?”
Ming Jing had his head down and didn’t reply for a long time until He Sorshi calmed down, he finally slowly spoke: “Ghost Leader He.”
“Huh?”
“…… How is Jiang Qianbei?”
He Sorshi frowned, he couldn’t believe that this buddhist cultivator was in the jaws of death but was still worrying over Jiang Zheliu. The corners of his mouth twitched and said: “You’re on the brink of death yourself, do you want to see him off?
He spoke as he raised his hand to pull up the Zenmaster’s fair chin, he leaned in closely and stared for a while and said: “Why don’t you worry about yourself first?”
Ming Jing looked back at him calmly, the dark red Bodhi mark between his eyebrows was as bright as blood, but his eyes were eternally as light as mist, as if facing He Sorshi, Wang Wenyuan, or facing anyone was absolutely no different to him.
He Sorshi moved ever so slightly, the emotion in his eyes gradually changed. He lowered his head and said: “I’ll ask you again, are you his reincarnation?”
All those that had reincarnated and re-cultivated in their next lives had to meet someone that they knew in their past life and be reminded of their identity in order to retrieve the memories of their past lives. If Ming Jing was that person’s reincarnation then when He Sorshi mentioned him previously, Ming Jing should already have been reminded of his previous life.
But he was not. His eyes didn’t not flicker at all, there was not even a wisp of acknowledgement in his eyes. It was absolutely calm like the surface of a lake.
He Sorshi was a little annoyed.
After a while, he slowly let go.
The man who insisted on transforming him died long ago.
He Sorshi let out a deep breath and said: “That person was my friend. If you return to Lan Re Temple and ask around you should still be able to find out his name…… Nevermind, you can just stay here to keep me company, wait until I get rid of these chains, I’ll take you back personally.”
Ming Jing still looked back at him without saying a word like usual, he did not reveal any emotion whatsoever, only a tiny wisp of worry.
“If I can’t leave here.” He Sorshi looked up towards the direction of the river, he closed his eyes and smiled, “Then you will also stay in the Netherworld.”
The river water flowed slowly, countless evil spirits lived in seclusion at the bottom of the river, using their dark green eyes to stare at the beautiful new fresh blood next to their Ghost Leader. But the fresh meat that they were staring at simply stood in the same spot, and only glanced over towards the limit of the river.
The river of the dead was vast, it was hard to find its limit, as if there was no end.
————
The Devil Realm and the Demon Realm had been going against each other for a long time with unending disharmony, becoming a deadlock. After that, it really did actually attract some stealth attacks. The sneak attackers were lured into the trap outside Shiwan Dashan2, their Daoist body was killed, their primordial spirit was crushed. After getting rid of the first batch of stupid greedy people, the Cultivation world and the two realms were able to negotiate peace, whilst the devils attacked the land, almost heading into the Mountain Protection Formation of the four immortal sects.
Yu Jinnian sat next to him, watching the terminally ill patient in front of him who calmly put down the letter and brush and then hid it on an inconspicuous corner of the table. The doctor said bitterly: “How am I going to explain to Wenren Ye? You……”
“Xiao Yu,” Jiang Zheliu said calmly, “I didn’t hold you accountable for helping the little devil conceal things from me.”
Yu Jinnian choked up all of a sudden, and couldn’t think of a response for a long time and then he said quietly: “Wasn’t it for the sake of Qianbei…”
“Then I am also doing it for his sake.”
Although Yu Jinnian could tell from checking his pulse that his condition was not right. However, because of the additional medicine, he didn’t know the full extent of the other’s condition, he was without a clue. “The more you are like this, the more I think that you’ve gone mad…….”
“Whether I get a bit better or a bit worse, I’m still someone you cannot cure.”
Although this was true, Yu Jinnian’s self-confidence and self-recognition for his medical skills had been hit hard.
He sighed and scanned the other person up and down, confirming that from the outside, he couldn’t see what condition this person was in.
He thought for a moment, and then reminded him of an old matter: “That time you mentioned holding the sword again, I thought about it, and the only way is really… to wait for after you die and make you a puppet.”
Jiang Zheliu paused, and looked up: “Do you know what I need to do?”
Yu Jinnian said helplessly: “The art of puppetry uses the corpse and because the corpse’s life force has already been severed, it allows for the corpse to regain power again which is naturally the only way for you to hold the sword again. Maybe after the puppet master’s repairs, your meridians may even flow even more smoothly than before.”
Before he could finish his words, he suddenly heard the sound of a medicine bowl falling beyond the screen. He turned his head and saw only a pair of fluffy antlers running away.
“Ah-Chu overheard, is that alright?” Yu Jinnian asked.
Jiang Zheliu glanced over, “It’s okay. When he comes back, I will talk to him.”
Yu Jinnian nodded, ignoring the little interruption, and continued: “It’s just that you want to use this method to preserve your power but what is it for?”
“Jiang Xianzun’s guidance to others has always been used as a reference. You have always made your own decisions.” Yu Jinnian stood up, “Perhaps you should still think about how to comfort Wenren Ye.”
Jiang Zheliu silently pondered for a moment, and said, “…I’m sorry to trouble you, thank you for everything.”
Yu Jinnian waved his hand, turned and left.
He didn’t expect that this was the last time the two of them would speak.
Jiang Zheliu was a person who could accept reality very quickly. He had even found many spots in Zhongnan Mountain. He felt that being buried under the ice and snow of Zhongnan Mountain was indeed a good place to rest, but he was afraid that the little devil would dig him out, so he gave up on this idea.
Few people who knew that their end was near would be as calm as him.
Ah-Chu came back in the evening. He looked sad and his eyes were red, as if he had learned a great secret, but he didn’t say anything. He handed Jiang Zheliu a cloak without saying a word, but he didn’t let go, but instead leaned in and hugged him.
“Gege…” His voice was still whimpering in an indiscernible tone.
Jiang Zheliu reached out and touched the horns of his head, rubbing the fluffy antlers for a moment, he whispered, “Why are you crying?”
“The book says that you will be fine!” Ah-Chu gritted his teeth and whispered, “I’ve never seen a protagonist die in the middle of their love story. How can you do this!”
Jiang Zheliu was silent for a moment, pondering whilst asking, “Which book?”
Ah-Chu choked all of a sudden, wiped his tears, lowered his head and said, “It’s a book…a book I’ve read.”
He paused, and continued: “Besides, it’s impossible for Chinese medicine to replace Western medicine! Why are you talking about anatomy and repair? It sounds very scientific!”
Jiang Zheliu didn’t understand the meaning of science, but he could understand that Ah-Chu was reluctant for him to die. He reached out his hand and wiped away his tears, and said softly, “Don’t tell Wenren gege about this matter, okay?”
Ah-Chu stared at him in a daze, but didn’t notice that he had actually agreed to it.
The Heavenly Spirit Body was still very fragrant, exuding a fragrance that made others draw closer. Ah-Chu would have agreed to anything he said at this moment.
But Ah-Chu was still very sad. He leaned against the screen and continued to cry. After dark, he was tired from crying and accidentally fell asleep.
He slept much deeper than Jiang Zheliu.
Jiang Zheliu was also sleepy, but he was more energetic than usual due to the effects of the extra medicine. He just coughed occasionally. When his hand fell on the resurrection stone, he could clearly feel the crack, and the crack was getting larger at a quickened pace, so the vitality that maintained his body gradually became weaker.
He thought of a lot of things, and was a little distracted.
The little devil hugged him tightly and put his head around his shoulders, there was a strong sense of depression coming from him. The edges of his lips were so dry that they were about to crack and bleed, and Jiang Zheliu almost fainted from the taste of the blood between his lips during the kiss just now.
He slowly raised his hand and followed along the length of his spine as if stroking a large fluffy cat. He whispered and asked in a gentle tone: “Do you feel a bit better?”
Wenren Ye didn’t speak, but chased his breath, leaning closer into his arms, feeling appeased by the cold ice and snow energy on his sweetheart and then he muttered: “En.”
Jiang Zheliu did not ask about the smell of fresh blood, but slowly rubbed the other’s horns, his fingers slid down along the devilish horns, he wrapped his arms around his shoulders and moved away from the topic.
“Why did you come back suddenly?”
Although he asked this, he was actually very happy that he came back. Jiang Zheliu also really wanted to see him, he actually missed him very much.
Wenren Ye wanted to use an excuse, but thought that the old Pavilion Lord of Wushuang Jian Pavilion had a good relationship with Jiang Zheliu, so he didn’t speak for a while. His voice was hoarse: “Taking a break.”
He didn’t want to make Jiang Zheliu sad.
Instead of making him sad, Wenren Ye’s first reaction was still to hide it for the time being. This is exactly the same reaction on both sides.
He was unwilling to let go. Even if Jiang Zheliu stayed here the whole time waiting for him, he still had that kind of feeling that the other could efferverse into nothing in an instant. He tightly surrounded Jiang Zheliu’s waist and whispered: “…It’s my fault for not telling you about the war. Don’t be sad…. I’m afraid…”
“Are you afraid that they will come up the mountain to find me?” Jiang Zheliu said.
Wenren Ye stared at him blankly and nodded.
This devil didn’t come through the door or the window when he came back. He used the technique of teleportation between the two realms, and he came so accurately and silently that even the little deer outside the door was not alarmed.
“I know.” Jiang Zheliu didn’t pursue it. “It’s okay.”
Author Note:
Jiang Zheliu has only broken his promise to two people, one is the master who accompanied him on his journey, and the other is the love he met at the end.
From beginning to end, he had nothing.
Don’t rush me! It will make me not want to update. (Crying whilst smearing honey on the knife to tempt readers) Come and lick it! ! !
The Netherworld.The River of the Dead shook and evil spirits dispersed. The entire place was murky, without even a ray of light.A blood-coloured stream spread across the river, dispersing in all directions before vanishing completely.He Sorshi retracted his hand, and the bloody ghostly energy that he had released re-entered back through his fingertips. He was not using Zhu Wuxin's body but his own.His slightly wavy hair moved around like the waves of the river water, even the giant netherworld chains that bound his hands and feet also shook slightly.That Buddhist cultivator wished for the position ofKsitigarbha Bodhisattva, but because of his ambition to become an eternal Buddha, he was just as stupid as the path he chose. The ghostly energy lingered around He Sorshi's fingertips, wiping off the dried blood off the other's shoulder, staring at the wound on his body, Unfortunately he died too early. After spending thousands of years with me in the Netherworld, he still fell into the Kappangi1.In some respects, He Sorshi really was a survivor and worthy of the name Old and Undying, but because of his status, calling him Dead Ghost shouldn't be a problem either, but it just sounded a little inappropriate.To purify all the evil spirits in this world, this ambition is truly naive. He Sorshi said, You're not cultivating this path right?Ming Jing had his head down and didn't reply for a long time until He Sorshi calmed down, he finally slowly spoke: Ghost Leader He.Huh? How is JiangQianbei?He Sorshi frowned, he couldn't believe that this buddhist cultivator was in the jaws of death but was still worrying over Jiang Zheliu. The corners of his mouth twitched and said: You're on the brink of death yourself, do you want to see him off?He spoke as he raised his hand to pull up the Zenmaster's fair chin, he leaned in closely and stared for a while and said: Why don't you worry about yourself first?Ming Jing looked back at him calmly, the dark red Bodhi mark between his eyebrows was as bright as blood, but his eyes were eternally as light as mist, as if facing He Sorshi, Wang Wenyuan, or facing anyone was absolutely no different to him.He Sorshi moved ever so slightly, the emotion in his eyes gradually changed. He lowered his head and said: I'll ask you again, are you his reincarnation?All those that had reincarnated and re-cultivated in their next lives had to meet someone that they knew in their past life and be reminded of their identity in order to retrieve the memories of their past lives. If Ming Jing was that person's reincarnation then when He Sorshi mentioned him previously, Ming Jing should already have been reminded of his previous life.But he was not. His eyes didn't not flicker at all, there was not even a wisp of acknowledgement in his eyes. It was absolutely calm like the surface of a lake.He Sorshi was a little annoyed.After a while, he slowly let go.The man who insisted on transforming him died long ago.He Sorshi let out a deep breath and said: That person was my friend. If you return toLan Re Templeand ask around you should still be able to find out his name Nevermind, you can just stay here to keep me company, wait until I get rid of these chains, I'll take you back personally.Ming Jing still looked back at him without saying a word like usual, he did not reveal any emotion whatsoever, only a tiny wisp of worry.If I can't leave here. He Sorshi looked up towards the direction of the river, he closed his eyes and smiled, Then you will also stay in the Netherworld.The river water flowed slowly, countless evil spirits lived in seclusion at the bottom of the river, using their dark green eyes to stare at the beautiful new fresh blood next to their Ghost Leader. But the fresh meat that they were staring at simply stood in the same spot, and only glanced over towards the limit of the river.The river of the dead was vast, it was hard to find its limit, as if there was no end.TheDevilRealm and theDemonRealm had been going against each other for a long time with unending disharmony, becoming a deadlock. After that, it really did actually attract some stealth attacks. The sneak attackers were lured into the trap outside Shiwan Dashan2, their Daoist body was killed, theirprimordial spiritwas crushed. After getting rid of the first batch of stupid greedy people, theCultivation worldand the two realms were able to negotiate peace, whilst the devils attacked the land, almost heading into the Mountain Protection Formation of the four immortal sects.Yu Jinnian sat next to him, watching the terminally ill patient in front of him who calmly put down the letter and brush and then hid it on an inconspicuous corner of the table. The doctor said bitterly: How am I going to explain to Wenren Ye? YouXiao Yu, Jiang Zheliu said calmly, I didn't hold you accountable for helping the littledevilconceal things from me.Yu Jinnian choked up all of a sudden, and couldn't think of a response for a long time and then he said quietly: Wasn't it for the sake ofQianbeiThen I am also doing it for his sake.Although Yu Jinnian could tell from checking his pulse that his condition was not right. However, because of the additional medicine, he didn't know the full extent of the other's condition, he was without a clue. The more you are like this, the more I think that you've gone mad.Whether I get a bit better or a bit worse, I'm still someone you cannot cure.Although this was true, Yu Jinnian's self-confidence and self-recognition for his medical skills had been hit hard.He sighed and scanned the other person up and down, confirming that from the outside, he couldn't see what condition this person was in.He thought for a moment, and then reminded him of an old matter: That time you mentioned holding the sword again, I thought about it, and the only way is really to wait for after you die and make you a puppet.Jiang Zheliu paused, and looked up: Do you know what I need to do?Yu Jinnian said helplessly: The art of puppetry uses the corpse and because the corpse's life force has already been severed, it allows for the corpse to regain power again which is naturally the only way for you to hold the sword again. Maybe after the puppet master's repairs, yourmeridiansmay even flow even more smoothly than before.Before he could finish his words, he suddenly heard the sound of a medicine bowl falling beyond the screen. He turned his head and saw only a pair of fluffy antlers running away.Ah-Chu overheard, is that alright? Yu Jinnian asked.Jiang Zheliu glanced over, It's okay. When he comes back, I will talk to him.Yu Jinnian nodded, ignoring the little interruption, and continued: It's just that you want to use this method to preserve your power but what is it for?JiangXianzun's guidance to others has always been used as a reference. You have always made your own decisions. Yu Jinnian stood up, Perhaps you should still think about how to comfort Wenren Ye.Jiang Zheliu silently pondered for a moment, and said, I'm sorry to trouble you, thank you for everything.Yu Jinnian waved his hand, turned and left.He didn't expect that this was the last time the two of them would speak.Jiang Zheliu was a person who could accept reality very quickly. He had even found many spots in Zhongnan Mountain. He felt that being buried under the ice and snow of Zhongnan Mountain was indeed a good place to rest, but he was afraid that the littledevilwould dig him out, so he gave up on this idea.Few people who knew that their end was near would be as calm as him.Ah-Chu came back in the evening. He looked sad and his eyes were red, as if he had learned a great secret, but he didn't say anything. He handed Jiang Zheliu a cloak without saying a word, but he didn't let go, but instead leaned in and hugged him.Gege His voice was still whimpering in an indiscernible tone.Jiang Zheliu reached out and touched the horns of his head, rubbing the fluffy antlers for a moment, he whispered, Why are you crying?The book says that you will be fine! Ah-Chu gritted his teeth and whispered, I've never seen a protagonist die in the middle of their love story. How can you do this!Jiang Zheliu was silent for a moment, pondering whilst asking, Which book?Ah-Chu choked all of a sudden, wiped his tears, lowered his head and said, It's a booka book I've read.He paused, and continued: Besides, it's impossible for Chinese medicine to replace Western medicine! Why are you talking about anatomy and repair? It sounds very scientific!Jiang Zheliu didn't understand the meaning of science, but he could understand that Ah-Chu was reluctant for him to die. He reached out his hand and wiped away his tears, and said softly, Don't tell Wenren gege about this matter, okay?Ah-Chu stared at him in a daze, but didn't notice that he had actually agreed to it.The Heavenly Spirit Body was still very fragrant, exuding a fragrance that made others draw closer. Ah-Chu would have agreed to anything he said at this moment.But Ah-Chu was still very sad. He leaned against the screen and continued to cry. After dark, he was tired from crying and accidentally fell asleep.He slept much deeper than Jiang Zheliu.Jiang Zheliu was also sleepy, but he was more energetic than usual due to the effects of the extra medicine. He just coughed occasionally. When his hand fell on the resurrection stone, he could clearly feel the crack, and the crack was getting larger at a quickened pace, so the vitality that maintained his body gradually became weaker.He thought of a lot of things, and was a little distracted.The littledevilhugged him tightly and put his head around his shoulders, there was a strong sense of depression coming from him. The edges of his lips were so dry that they were about to crack and bleed, and Jiang Zheliu almost fainted from the taste of the blood between his lips during the kiss just now.He slowly raised his hand and followed along the length of his spine as if stroking a large fluffy cat. He whispered and asked in a gentle tone: Do you feel a bit better?Wenren Ye didn't speak, but chased his breath, leaning closer into his arms, feeling appeased by the cold ice and snow energy on his sweetheart and then he muttered: En.Jiang Zheliu did not ask about the smell of fresh blood, but slowly rubbed the other's horns, his fingers slid down along the devilish horns, he wrapped his arms around his shoulders and moved away from the topic.Why did you come back suddenly?Although he asked this, he was actually very happy that he came back. Jiang Zheliu also really wanted to see him, he actually missed him very much.Wenren Ye wanted to use an excuse, but thought that the old Pavilion Lord ofWushuang JianPavilion had a good relationship with Jiang Zheliu, so he didn't speak for a while. His voice was hoarse: Taking a break.He didn't want to make Jiang Zheliu sad.Instead of making him sad, Wenren Ye's first reaction was still to hide it for the time being. This is exactly the same reaction on both sides.He was unwilling to let go. Even if Jiang Zheliu stayed here the whole time waiting for him, he still had that kind of feeling that the other could efferverse into nothing in an instant. He tightly surrounded Jiang Zheliu's waist and whispered: It's my fault for not telling you about the war. Don't be sad. I'm afraidAre you afraid that they will come up the mountain to find me? Jiang Zheliu said.Wenren Ye stared at him blankly and nodded.Thisdevildidn't come through the door or the window when he came back. He used the technique of teleportation between the two realms, and he came so accurately and silently that even the little deer outside the door was not alarmed.I know. Jiang Zheliu didn't pursue it. It's okay.Author Note:Jiang Zheliu has only broken his promise to two people, one is the master who accompanied him on his journey, and the other is the love he met at the end.From beginning to end, he had nothing.Don't rush me! It will make me not want to update. Crying whilst smearing honey on the knife to tempt readers Come and lick it! ! !
