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"Bei Ming, the couple is bowing to each other, why don't you bow down?" Sang Feiwan's urging voice came from under the veil.

And another voice of Sang Feiwan, accompanied by the sound of bells, was reminding him:

"Bei Ming, you should wake up. Once you really get married, your worries will be even deeper, and it will be more difficult to get rid of your inner demons."

"Bei Ming, that was just an illusion caused by your desires, it's not real. I know it's hard to break the desires and defeat yourself, just like when I attacked my master, it was very painful."

"But if you indulge in it, the longer you stay in it, the harder it will be to extricate yourself. Eventually, you will completely merge with the world in the mural. Then Yu Beiming in the real world will no longer exist."

"This is the world you protect. Do you really want to give it up? Give it up for the illusion before your eyes?"

Yu Beiming stared blankly at Wanwan, the girl in front of him who was about to get married to him.

For a moment, he really wanted to sink into it regardless of everything and be with her.

Even if I have to give up everything in reality and become one with the mural, I would be happy to do so.

"Beiming, Yu Beiming, did you hear me?" Sang Feiwan was calling him outside the mural.

"Bei Ming, what's wrong with you, Bei Ming?" Sang Feiwan in front of him was also calling him.

One is outside and the other is inside.

But no matter which Sang Feiwan it was, he could never truly be with her.

He closed his eyes, feeling extremely heartbroken.

He thought he would finally find happiness, but it turned out to be just another trick of fate.

"Bei Ming, don't you want to marry me?" Sang Feiwan, who was in front of him, lifted the veil a little, and looked at him puzzledly with her big watery eyes.

Yu Beiming didn't say anything, he didn't know how to explain.

Even though I know that the Wanwan in front of me is a person in an illusion, she is the Wanwan in my memory!

Every smile, every move is exactly as I remember.

Seeing that Yu Beiming didn't say anything, Sang Feiwan glared at her angrily:

"Yu Beiming, you were the one who suggested getting married. If you want to regret it, just say so! Don't pretend to be so aggrieved. I'm not a female bandit who has to tie you up to get married!"

As soon as she got angry, he panicked instantly.

"Wanwan, that's not the case."

"Then why are you like this?"

"I…I don't know how to explain it."

"Just tell me whether you want to marry me or not! If you change your mind, we can go our separate ways. I will not force you to do anything!"

"Of course I want to marry you. I dream about it. But...but I can't..."

"why?"

"Wanwan, if I tell you that everything in front of you is an illusion, would you believe it?"

Sang Feiwan stared at him, in disbelief at first, but then a look of panic slowly emerged.

She asked with a look of panic on her face: "Bei Ming, do you mean that you are not real? Are you my illusion?"

Yu Beiming opened his mouth but did not dare to reveal the last layer of the truth.

She is so vivid and real, as if she really exists.

She has her own thoughts and feelings and will respond to current events.

He could not bring himself to say such cruel words as: "You are the fake one."

"Bei Ming, why are you looking at me like that? Could it be..."

He couldn't bear to say it, but Sang Feiwan cleverly guessed it: "Could it be... I am the fake one?"

She couldn't believe it: "How is this possible? I am Sang Feiwan. I have a background and a family background. I have lived with you in Liulian Town for so long. We met and got to know each other, and finally decided to get married. How could I... How could this be fake?"

"Late night..."

Yu Beiming tried to pull her hand.

Sang Feiwan stepped back to avoid it.

"You didn't say it before, why do you suddenly want to say it now? Is it because you want to get rid of everything in front of you, get rid of me?"

“No…” Yu Beiming’s heart felt like a knife was stabbed into it, stirring violently, causing him to almost suffocate from the pain.

"I don't want to let you go at any time, but the real you is waiting for me outside... If I don't go out, what will happen to you outside?"

"So you still want to go out, right?" Sang Feiwan's tears flowed out unconsciously.

"I thought we could stay together. I even wanted to take you back to see Master after today. It turns out that everything is just a mirage, and I am the mirage."

"You are not!" Yu Beiming held her shoulders and said seriously, "No matter what time, you will never be a flower in the mirror or a moon in the water. You are my Wanwan, even if you are Wanwan in an illusion, you are still the love of my heart, an extremely real existence."

She wiped her tears, put away her sad look, and asked Yu Beiming: "But you still want to leave this illusion? Then why don't you leave?"

Yu Beiming didn't know how to answer.

"Is it because some condition has not been met that you are not leaving?"

Sang Feiwan saw the great pain and entanglement on his face, and suddenly understood: "All illusions are caused by the mind. If you want to break through the illusion, you can only eliminate your own inner demons."

She asked softly, "If I were your inner demon, you would have no choice but to kill me, right?"

Yu Beiming shook his head desperately: "I can't kill you! Wanwan, I can't kill you no matter what!"

Sang Feiwan was filled with sorrow and shed more tears: "I guessed right."

"Don't cry, Wanwan."

Yu Beiming wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with concern, but found that he could never wipe them away.

She seemed to be made of water, with tears constantly flowing out, which made his heart ache and he also started to cry.

Sang Feiwan turned her head away, stubbornly refusing to continue crying.

Yu Beiming knew that she was never a weak person, so he restrained his emotions and said to her:

"Wanwan, if I say you are an illusion, do you really mean it? If I really want to attack you, will you just let me be killed?"

Sang Feiwan suppressed her sadness and tears, and said coldly: "Of course it's impossible! I am Sang Feiwan, I remember my origins, my background, and I also know which school and sect I studied under."

“There are still many things I want to do but haven’t had time to do!”

"Even if you are Yu Beiming, I can't easily give up my life and everything I have just because of your words!"

Yu Beiming looked at Sang Feiwan with admiration in his eyes: "Very good, this is the Wanwan I know. No matter when or where, she will never let others influence her cognition and life!"

"I'm sorry, Wanwan, I can't stay here forever." He showed his spirit sword and looked at Sang Feiwan affectionately, "Show your sword, let me see your true strength."

Sang Feiwan was naturally not a weak person. With a flip of his wrist, a golden magic sword appeared in his palm.

"Bei Ming, if you can really defeat me, then kill me and break this illusion. If you can't kill me, then stay with me! No matter what is real or fake, we only care about what is in front of us and live in the present moment!"

Yu Beiming nodded and smiled: "Okay."

Sang Feiwan rushed forward with the magic sword in hand, and Yu Beiming also hurriedly controlled the sword to resist.

The two figures suddenly crossed and then separated. Under the powerful sword energy, the entire village was instantly reduced to ashes and turned into ruins.

In a flash, the two of them fought from the ground to mid-air, causing the wind and clouds in the sky to surge and change rapidly.

At this moment, Yu Beiming and Sang Feiwan are both in the Nascent Soul stage and their strengths are equal, so it is difficult to determine the winner in a short time.