Chapter 40 Qingyun (6)

Chapter 40 Qingyun (6)

——Have you noticed that we really like to beg for food?

Yan Qing didn't expect that Hei Shuize's words would make Xie Shiyi remember them till now.Secretly cursing: Yaoyao is so small-minded, how can he be so vengeful?

Yan Qing: "I'm asking seriously."

Xie Shiyi: "Okay."

Yan Qing couldn't believe it: "How about you just respond to me?"

Xie Shiyi chuckled: "What do you want me to reply to?"

Yan Qing: "...forget it."

Sure enough, Xie Shiyi had no memory of the bowl of porridge he had when he was a child.So, what the hell is this "Love Nightmare"?After returning to Yuqing Peak, Yan Qing spoke to Xie Shiyi and ran to the plum forest to choose a tree.He got the weapon just to fool outsiders. It would be better to spend money to buy it than to make it himself.

"Can you really cut down these trees?" Yan Qing raised his head, looked at the plum blossoms blooming in the snow, and asked curiously.

Xie Shiyi's tone was cold: "It's up to you."

Yan Qing: "Then I'll chop it off."

He could tell that there was a formation in this plum blossom forest, and it would be dangerous to move even a tree. However, looking at the entire Wangqing Sect, there was indeed no plum tree more suitable for making swords than the plum trees at Yuqing Peak.

Yan Qing is now at the Nascent Soul stage. It is easy to chop down a tree and roughly make a sword model.He took the sword back and slowly whittled it into the light.

Xie Shiyi sat down opposite him, his snow-clad clothes were slender, and his satin-like black hair seemed to be dripping with the light of the cold moon.

While Yan Qing was sharpening his sword, he suddenly thought: "Xie Shiyi, do you still remember the umbrella you made in Barrier City?"

Xie Shiyi: "Remember."

Yan Qing said with a smile: "It would be nice if I could just chop down that bamboo forest like now."

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They were really tortured in order to make an umbrella.

You have to avoid the owner of the bamboo forest and the poisonous snakes inside.

Xie Shiyi heard him mention the matter of Barrier City, and after being stunned for a moment, he actually smiled softly.

Yan Qing used a thin blade to cut off the barbs on the wood and said, "I remember that you wanted an umbrella at that time."

Xie Shiyi: "Yeah."

Yan Qing blew the sawdust off his sword, and only now did he plan to talk business to Xie Shiyi. He said in a deep voice, "I'm going to get something out of that devil's mouth in Nanshi tonight. The Qin family was in Nanshi ten years ago.When you were in seclusion, you secretly sent people to the Demon Realm to build Plum City, and you are colluding with Baicheng."

After hearing this, Xie Shiyi was slightly stunned and said, "Meicheng?"

Yan Qing nodded: "Yes. The most important thing is that they found another way from the Demon Realm to the Heaven."

Xie Shiyi frowned.

Yan Qing asked: "Do you know what the Qin family wants to do? They have connections with Huai Mingzi, have learned the art of controlling nightmares, and now they have entered the demon realm. I suspect it may be detrimental to you."

Xie Shiyi put his fingers on the table.He has always been the one who makes the final decision behind the scenes in Xiaoyu Palace. Behind the long curtain, no one knows his thoughts.This was probably the first time I told someone this. He lowered his eyes and spoke clearly and calmly.

"Back then, the Qin family proposed the art of eliminating nightmares and established the Four Hundred and Eighty Temple. However, over the years, none of them succeeded, and it was never shown internally to the outside world. Although Shangzhongtian had doubts, the Four Hundred and Eighty Temple, as a demon species, was the only one that couldThe reason for living is like a prison, and the nine sects and three sects will not delve into it."

"Purple Gold Continent is close to the sea. The terrain of the Four Hundred and Eighty Temple is treacherous. The Qin family is heavily guarded. I have never been able to find the best time to enter."

"As for what you just said," Xie Shiyi raised his eyes, his eyes were cold and determined: "I don't think the Qin family has the ability to find another way. If the Qin family really has the ability to freely come and go between the upper and lower heavens, Qin ChangxiNot beating around the bush to determine where I am now.”

"There is only one way from the Demon Realm to the Heaven, and the exit is at the Demon-Slaying Formation, adjacent to the Xiaoyu Palace." Xie Shiyi said: "Either they controlled the Xiaoyu Palace. Or, the people they brought out from the Demon Realm were not human beings..”

Yan Qing followed his train of thought and knew that the former was impossible: "Are you saying that the Lord of the Underworld City I saw is not a human being?"

The corner of Xie Shiyi's lips curled up sarcastically, and he said calmly: "It has been said that in the Mahayana period, monks and nightmares can coexist. In fact, I have always been curious about whether people temporarily subdued nightmares. Or nightmares gained reason and swallowed people."

Yan Qing was stunned for a moment, and his expression became serious. He had this suspicion before in Shifang City.

In the Mahayana stage, he can actually coexist with the nightmare in the sea of consciousness and control whether it awakens or not at will - is such a demon still a human being under the skin?

Nightmare is a curse, a parasite, a person without reason who only knows how to kill.But people forget that the nightmare in people's sea of consciousness becomes stronger together with the monks.The nightmare of the Mahayana period...what exactly is it?Perhaps only the demon species itself knows.

He never let the nightmare in the sea of consciousness wake up from beginning to end in his previous life, and he knew nothing about the nightmare at all.

Seeing his expression, Xie Shiyi casually put his hands back into his sleeves and said softly: "Your cultivation level is too low now. Don't act rashly in matters related to the Qin family in the future."

Yan Qing came to his senses and said with a smile: "Well, don't worry. My top priority is the Qingyun Conference, isn't it?"

The thousand lanterns on the heavenly level are in Xie Shiyi's hands.

One for each of the nine sects of the underground nightmare-detecting fairy weapon is hidden in a forbidden area.

Among the Xuan-level immortal weapons that have not yet recognized their owner, the one closest to him may be the Yaoguang Qin.

Xie Shiyi stretched out his hand to explore his Dantian and meridians, and after confirming that he was fine, he stood up and prepared to leave.

Seeing him getting up, Yan Qing remembered something and said curiously, "Yaoyao, will you attend the Qingyun Conference?"

After he finished speaking, he also thought it was funny. If Xie Shiyi participated in the Qingyun Conference, it would be really sensational.This may be the only divine transformation period in the past ten thousand years.

Xie Shiyi said calmly: "No, I'll leave you a chance to shine."

Yan Qing laughed for a long time and raised the wooden sword in his hand: "Oh, I will definitely live up to my fate."

He has already thrown the token to Tianshu and will leave for Fuhuamen in about two days.Maybe Qingyun Conference.This was the beginning of his true understanding of Nan Zezhou.

Red plum blossoms, fine snow, and dim candlelight.

Probably because he told Xie Shiyi about the umbrella, when Yan Qing closed his eyes and practiced, his thoughts couldn't help but recall Barrier City.

Barrier city, do not regret the trial of the cliff.In the eyes of outsiders, the death of a beloved son of heaven is spectacular, but to those involved, it is actually nothing more than ordinary.

Pride has long been forgotten by Zuo Mo in the lonely darkroom for forty-nine days.Enyi also cut off all of them while walking on the long spring water peach blossom road.

Right and wrong are left to others to judge.

They said he was guilty, they said he was innocent, they speculated on his fragility and despair, and waited for his humble embarrassment.But in March, when it rained constantly in Zhancheng, when Xie Shiyi raised his head to look at the sky, he just wanted an umbrella.

When making that umbrella, Xie Shiyi was very quiet, and so was Yan Qing.The only sound that resounds between heaven and earth is the sound of drizzle falling from the eaves on the bluestone, ticking, ticking, as if counting the past in detail.

The past is like a big dream, from genius to thief, from cloud to mud, from the envy of thousands of people to the rat crossing the street.For an original sin that was not his own, he was forced to break his wings and suffered endless torture.

It's like a dream.

When his meridians were disabled and he was imprisoned in the Prison of Youjue, Xie Shiyi lost sight of his eyes that had been injured since he was a child.

There is no light or sound in the prison of seclusion.

Above is the dark, motionless water, containing cold light and cold air.Sinners of all ages were driven here to death and drove themselves crazy in the endless silence and depression.

Xie Shiyi was sitting on a moss-covered step. His face was pale and his eyes were downcast. His expression could not be seen clearly, like a lifeless jade sculpture.

Yan Qing was able to control the wind at that time, and used the wind to blow through Xie Shiyi's hair, gently touching his dim gray eyes.

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After thinking for a long time, he whispered: "Xie Shiyi, how about I tell you a story?"

For seventy-nine days, Yan Qing racked his brains, scratched his head, and told all the stories he had heard and read.

I was confused in the end. I was talking about whatever I thought of, and I didn’t know whether it was repeated or whether it was repeated or not.

I don’t even know if Xie Shiyi listened.

Xie Shiyi was sitting on the bluestone, his eyes dim, listening to his voice, while his fingers were gently tracing something on the wall.The pale fingertips traced the damp and dark wall, stroke by stroke, like a butterfly gently flitting across the broken wall, quietly and gently.

Fifteen years after Jinghong came out from the underworld, on the day of the trial, it rained on the road with spring water and peach blossoms.Xie Shiyi's eyes were not fully healed yet, and they were half-dark.In the foggy field of vision, there was only a straight road ahead. He couldn't see clearly where the end would lead, and he didn't know what the ending would be.

That was the first time he appeared in the public eye after his identity was revealed and he became a useless person.

There were many people watching.Familiar and unfamiliar.Those who are on good terms with him and those who are on bad terms with him.Those who used to admire him, those who used to be jealous of him.

Their eyes intertwined in the rain.

Yan Qing muttered: "If the next five people are not willing to let you go, we will jump off the Never Regret Cliff."

Xie Shiyi was really amused by him at that time.

No matter how amazing and talented they were, they were just two fifteen-year-old boys at the time, walking alone in a windy and snowy fate.

Xie Shiyi said interestingly: "If you don't regret jumping off the cliff, you will definitely die."

Yan Qing said coldly: "I don't want to die at the hands of those disgusting people from the Bai family anyway."

Xie Shiyi reminded him: "Aren't you afraid of pain? Falling to death will be very painful."

Yan Qing did not hesitate: "Don't be afraid! A real man will die eventually, and it may be lighter than a feather or heavier than Mount Tai!"

Xie Shiyi laughed again.

Yan Qing said in a provocative way: "What? You don't dare?"

Xie Shiyi said: "I don't dare."

Yan Qing said: "Then it's settled, don't regret it then!"

"Yeah." Xie Shiyi walked forward.

Step by step, I walked through the trial of thousands of people, and walked through the mottled first half of my life.When he raised his eyes, his dark blue pupils seemed to be staring at an imaginary phantom quietly through the smoke, as if they were in the air.

——Like the strokes on the wall of the Realm of Silence.

Everyone in the world is arguing about right and wrong, trying to see through his bones and soul.Come and sympathize with his joys and sorrows from a high place.

Yan Qing was worried and said: "We will die together, don't regret it."

In front of Buhui Cliff, there are peach blossoms and water everywhere.

Xie Shiyi smiled softly and said, "No regrets."

The Bai family wants his life.

But they didn't die and were saved by Le Zhan who was passing by.

In fact, even if Le Zhan didn't come, Xie Shiyi didn't think he would die.

After the umbrella was finally made successfully.

He and Yan Qing had a quarrel over whether or not the umbrella should be painted.

Yan Qing felt that he should have a good celebration after getting rid of the evil people in Zhancheng. He could paint the umbrella in bright red!

Xie Shiyi didn't even want to refuse, and the reason he gave was straightforward - "ugly".

"Shut up!" Yan Qing was so angry that he wanted to jump out and strangle him to death when his aesthetics was questioned.

Xie Shiyi simply wanted an umbrella and planned to cover it with a white cloth.Yan Qing was unwilling to accept it no matter what.

Yan Qing tried to convince him: "White paper umbrellas are used when there are dead people in our place! It's unlucky!"

Xie Shiyi was as cold as ice: "The red paper umbrella is still used for weddings. What? Are you getting married?"

Yan Qing: "..." One day he will poison Xie Shiyi to silence him!

Yan Qing finally gritted his teeth and threatened directly: "Xie Shiyi, if you dare to go out with a white umbrella, none of us will want to go to Liuxianzhou."

Xie Shiyi pursed his lips and finally gave in.

He used a red pen to draw a few plum blossoms on the umbrella paper.

On the day we left Zhancheng, the rain became heavier and heavier.He was just a mortal at that time, leaving nothing behind in the barrier city and walking out alone holding an umbrella.When some children saw him on the street, they smiled strangely and sang the lyrics taught to them by adults: "One piece, one piece, one piece, one piece, one piece, one piece, one piece, who is loyal?"Who is raping, who is right and who is wrong, tell them carefully, then you will get both sides of the problem!"[1]

"The civet cat exchanges for the prince".

The voice was sharp and full of malice.

Xie Shiyi has not recovered from his serious illness, but the corners of his lips are curled up in a half-smile.

Yan Qing grabbed his body, rotated and tilted the umbrella, and the water droplets scattered in all directions. The plum blossom oil-paper umbrella helped away the rain and fog as well as the haze, and said softly: "Xie Shiyi, don't look, don't look back, let's go."

Don't look, don't look back.

let's go.

After arriving at Liuxianzhou, Yan Qing asked him what he was painting in Youjue Prison at that time.

Xie Shiyi replied calmly: "I'm drawing you. I'm thinking about what you look like when you are so noisy."

Yan Qing laughed angrily, and immediately said shamelessly: "Anyway, you can't draw the handsome and handsome Yushu facing the wind. When you see me, you must be greatly shocked. From then on, you have such low self-esteem that you don't dare to look in the mirror."

Hearing this, Xie Shiyi retorted: "I never look in the mirror." At the same time, he mocked Yan Qing: "Oh, wait for the day when I will be shocked."The look in his eyes was something I was accustomed to, and it always shocked people.Even if you don't care about your appearance, no one can be beautiful without knowing it.