Zhu He

After He Qiran finished speaking, he didn't hear Chang Jiaci's rebuttal. When he turned around, he found that person sitting there blankly, his eyes were lost, his lips were opened and closed, and tears kept dripping from his jaw. Every strand of soul seems to have come out of the shell.

Because of those memories, He Qiran himself fell into the past, and he realized what kind of blow his words would bring to Chang Jiaci. .

"Jiaci, Jiaci...I just want to tell you that everything in the past wasn't Jiaxi and Liantang's fault, but it wasn't your fault either..."

"Whose fault is that?" Chang Jiaci asked stupidly, "God? It was God who forced me to blind the misunderstanding Liantang, forced me to kill Jiaxi, forced me to kill There are so many people, it is God who made me hate him for ten lifetimes...It is God, he is the culprit, right?"

After asking, Chang Jiaci curled up the corners of his mouth twistedly, his eyes filled with darkness.

He Qiran was startled when he heard this, and then nodded unexpectedly: "It's him, it's his fault, it's fate's fault, it's not you, it's not you..."

Chang Jiaci looked at He Qiran absurdly: "Even you think I'm useless and miserable, you want to use this kind of words to pity me." He touched the Tianluo knife while talking, but ended up holding the blade indiscriminately However, Chang Jiaci continued to squeeze tighter and tighter without realizing it.

Seeing this, He Qiran tried hard to push away the bloody hand, but Chang Jiaci didn't let go, and the scarlet blood spilled all over the ground, including the two of them.

"Jiaci...Jiaci, don't do this!" He Qiran sobbed, "It's really not your fault, you would do that... the bloody hands are because you can't help it, in fact Jiaxi won't hide it from you , Even if Tang goes or not, the final result cannot be changed, some things are doomed from the very beginning!"

"I know," Chang Jiaci was still smiling, "I'm a bastard, someone has already said that, everyone in this world who has anything to do with me will be unlucky, and they will end badly, ten lives, ten lives It's all like this... In fact, it doesn't matter who is right and who is wrong, the important thing is that everything is because of me... because of me..."

He Qiran looked seriously into Chang Jiaci's eyes, and shook his head heavily: "No, all the misery and misfortune are all because of...refinement, soul, formation!"

Chang Jiaci was in a trance: "...What?!"

He Qiran frowned: "Do you still remember that wandering Taoist back then?"

How could the murderer who killed his father and mother be easily forgotten even after thousands of years, and he even used a battle against himself and Lian Tang, that battle...

"What's wrong with that formation?" Chang Jiaci stared at the other party.

"I don't understand formations. I asked You Zhen about it, but he didn't want to tell me about it, but I still found out." He Qiran said, gently took the hand of the person in front of him, took out a handkerchief and attached it to him. on his fleshy wound, "Jiaci, have you ever thought that in fact, we are not the real us for a long time..."

Chang Jiaci was stunned, but in a daze, he vaguely grasped a little bit of He Qiran's meaning. Looking back and thinking carefully, all the evil consequences really started after that moment... And what does that mean?

Just as Chang Jiaci was about to ask again, the waiter's voice suddenly sounded outside.

"Young master, I have cooked the medicine..."

He Qiran hurriedly wiped away the tears on his face, and called perfunctorily: "I, I'll drink it later, you... put it outside first."

The waiter didn't answer: "My lord, no matter how bitter that thing is, you have to drink it sooner or later, otherwise it will hurt your body, and the door master will come in a while, if he sees it, he will punish you again..."

He Qiran was startled, and shouted to the waiter, "I... I fell asleep, don't come in when I put on my clothes," while lowering his voice and trying to pull Chang Jiaci.

"Jiaci, you go, You Zhen is coming, he will catch you, you go..."

How can Chang Jiaci want to, his whole mind is still sunk in the past, and with Youzhen and his own origin, isn't that man coming to explain everything clearly?

Chang Jiaci said: "Why should I leave? He wants to arrest me? Kill me and let you replace him? Well, in the first life, I owe him. If he wants to kill me, he will come. In this life, Jiaxi's debt I'm also planning to settle with him!"

Speaking of which, Chang Jiaci picked up the Tianluo knife and was about to rush out, but was hugged by He Qiran.

"Jiaci, you can't... Youzhen was blinded by obsession, and you can't continue to be blinded. We don't have much time, so stop complaining to each other!" He Qiran shouted in a deep voice!

not much time?

"Yeah, time is running out, and there is still the fate of the ten generations of Xiangke, but in this life, I know that Dong Qinghe will not attack me. If there is anyone who can defeat me, it is Youzhen...In this case , should I let him go so easily?"

While talking, Chang Jiaci wanted to push away He Qiran who was blocking him, but at some point his hands and feet were already weak, and when he looked back, he lost [-]% of the breath in his dantian? !

Chang Jiaci was shocked!

There were bursts of coldness all over his body, and the cold air kept moving in his veins, which made him shiver involuntarily. This feeling... this feeling...Chang Jiaci is too familiar!But Dong Qinghe had already cured him with his painstaking efforts. Dong Qinghe said that there would be no more. Why did his cultivation suddenly disappear as before? Why did this happen?

Chang Jiaci looked at He Qiran fiercely: "Is it you? What did you... do to me?!" Has this soul cultivator absorbed his own cultivation?Or is it because I feel like this because of his state?

He Qiran himself was terribly weak, and he tried his best to support the limp Chang Jiaci, a trace of despair flashed in his dim eyes.

"I didn't... I will never hurt you. If I could, I would also like to save you, but there is no way, no way... none of us can escape." Pulled it out and stumbled out.

"When did your cultivation become unstable?" He Qiran looked at the front with red eyes, and his steps were chaotic, "Did you go to the underworld? The time to disappear was very short at first, and the interval was very long. It only happens once every ten or twenty years, but later it becomes more and more frequent, and the recovery intervals are getting longer and longer..."

Chang Jiaci leaned against him weakly, eyes misty: "Why...why..."

"Because I am the same..." He Qiran looked at Jiaci again as he said, "Let me guess, is the master of Dongmen's cultivation level just opposite to yours? Absolutely, sometimes even burst out?"

Every time He Qiran said something, Chang Jiaci's face became paler.

"Because... because of the Three Soul Mirror?"

He Qiran smiled wryly: "Yes or no, the underworld never returns, ninety-nine and eighty-one mirrors of three souls are guarding...the soul is illuminated, the soul is broken, and the soul is taken away. No one can come back from there properly. Huafu shouldn't be cultivating to become a demon, and we shouldn't live so long, the life we ​​got from my sister is not ours...you and I should have died a long time ago."

They had come to the corner of the garden, and then they returned to the grove. Chang Jiaci followed He Qiran and looked into the distance.

"What about us...?"

He Qiran let go of him, with a pale face: "My dantian and yours will both dry up, while their... their cultivation base overflows, and they explode and die. This is why we smashed the mirror and went to the underworld in private to try to change it against the sky." The price of life, the punishment of the mirror of three souls... one goes up and down the other."

He would die. Chang Jiaci had long been paralyzed by hearing it, but when he heard the latter words, Chang Jiaci suddenly became excited: "Dong Qinghe is about to soar, as long as he soars, no matter how high his cultivation level is, he can't beat him." Way! No matter how bad it is... No matter how bad it is, there is that, that method of double cultivation, each takes what he needs, can't he still survive?!"

"Although I haven't met the master of the East Gate, I've also heard a lot about him. Jiaci, why do you think he hasn't ascended so far with his cultivation?" He Qiran stared blankly at the Chang Jiaci, with an unnatural expression on his face, said, "The method of double cultivation was indeed useful at first, but over time... it had little effect, otherwise You Zhen wouldn't have to spend so much effort, so... Jiaci, you should understand , Dong Qinghe can't survive the calamity, when he soars, when is the time when his body can't bear the excess cultivation."

Speaking of this, He Qiran pushed the shocked person to the woods, and sealed a barrier with his humble morality.

Through the transparent barrier, He Qiran burst into tears: "Jiaci, I put a guiding talisman on you, you must find a way to get out, and I will also find a way to hold You Zhen, he is not real." I really want to hurt you, Youzhen is just afraid that he and I will disappear... But no matter what he does, it will be useless, and the same is true for you, Jiaci, the mirror of the three souls has no solution. God, I tell you all this just to let you know that we have wasted too much time, stop making unnecessary sacrifices, take a good look at the people around you, at least there is still a little time left to cherish..."

Chang Jiaci saw that He Qiran slapped the barrier wall after finishing speaking, and he was shaken out by a force, and when he looked up again, the entrance of the grove was closed, and He Qiran was no longer seen.

Chang Jiaci sat in the same place for a long time before staggering to his feet. He came here full of hostility, but it seemed like he had an unimaginable dream. Desolation, misery, sourness, and despair... made him feel like a ghost for a while. I can't wake up for a moment.

You Zhen, Lian Tang... He Qiran... Chang Jiaci... Dong Qinghe...

Every name is like a thread, but now these threads are tangled together into dead knots, which Chang Jiaci can neither untie nor cut.

He didn't understand, he was just very tired suddenly, and suddenly wanted to leave here, go back to a certain place, meet that person, and be hugged by him...

Chang Jiaci took two steps, then staggered and fell back.Surrounded by dense and chaotic forests, his cultivation was so lost that he couldn't even feel the guiding talisman He Qiran gave him.Chang Jiaci just stared blankly at the pale sky, feeling so cold...

Will I die here without seeing him for the last time?

At that time, he wanted to leave so much, but now he wants to go back, but that's fine...it doesn't matter if you can't go back, you don't have to watch him ascend, and you don't have to worry about him not being able to ascend...

Chang Jiaci closed his eyes, smiled helplessly, and muttered a name in a low voice.

Suddenly, the sound of rustling footsteps came from my ears, step by step, from far to near, and then stopped beside me.

Chang Jiaci felt something in his heart, slowly opened his eyes, and then met a familiar face.

The other party was looking down at him, and Chang Jiaci couldn't help crying.

"Qing... Crane..."

Is he really here?

But Chang Jiaci knew something was wrong the next moment.

He is not Dong Qinghe!