Master Yun Chu's consciousness was scattered, as if he was swallowed by endless darkness, and his whole person fell helplessly into chaos. The surrounding scene became blurry, as if there was a thick layer of fog that couldn't be moved away.
Is she dead? Is Xiao Zhao dead?
Is the Bodhi phantom about to dissipate...
No, Xiao Xuan hasn't been rescued yet. Have Zi Sangning and the others come...
There were whispers in her ears, like the distant wind, or an ethereal and eternal voice, like Sanskrit chanting, or like the tinkling sound of spring water.
She wanted to catch those sounds, but found that the sounds were forever distant and the scene became increasingly blurry.
A ray of light suddenly penetrated, and the scene in front of him gradually became clearer. Master Yun Chu found himself standing in the middle of the river, with clouds and mist lingering at the bottom of the river, as if it was an illusory realm.
"You're here." An ancient voice penetrated the clouds, and a person stepped on the colorful auspicious clouds, and the fairy spirit drifted away.
"I've been waiting for you for a long time." The man stepped into lotuses, and the lotuses were in full bloom. His steps were filled with lotuses, and he was approaching her step by step.
"Who are you? I don't know you." Master Yun Chu frowned, a slight surprise flashed in his eyes.
"I think the water of Wangchuan has made you forget me. I couldn't bear the thousand-year punishment for you. You broke into the Bodhi phantom, and I had no choice but to show up." The man smiled softly, with an inexplicable affinity that made people endure it. Can't help but be convinced.
"Once you wait a thousand years, your long-cherished wish will come true."
Master Yun Chu's brows that had just dispersed gathered together again: "Thousand-year punishment? Forgotten River Water? What do you mean? I can't understand what you mean?"
The man couldn't stop laughing: "I can hardly remember these thousand years."
He faintly moved toward her forehead, and the flower mark on Master Yun Chu's forehead instantly emitted a light blue glow. The light was soft, clear, and hazy like mist, slowly covering her sight... …
Master Yun Chu's pupils trembled slightly, her hand gently touched the green flower print, her spiritual power overflowed, and her eyes were full of incredulity.
Suddenly, some vague memories flashed through her mind, and those images seemed to be shrouded in thick fog, making them unreal.
False and false, true and false, it confuses people's hearts even more.
"Little devil, if you go to the end of the Wangchuan River and hold a pool of Wangchuan water, you can see your past and present lives..."
"You little brat, why are you so restless? You haven't suffered enough from the thousand years of punishment? Don't waste the time of reincarnation!"
The whipping of nine ghost souls, the pain of nine ants biting the heart...
"Xiao Zhao, I will not let you die... Xiao Zhao, don't be afraid, I will take you home..."
Xiao Zhao......
Her dream, her nightmare...
All the thoughts came to her mind, every picture was so clear, every detail so vivid, like a sharp knife, it pierced into her heart, causing her to convulse, as if it was poisonous to the six organs, and she couldn't breathe. .
Is it true, is it all true? Or is it false?
A drop of hot tears silently slipped from the corner of her eyes. She was stunned in place, as if her feet were filled with lead, unable to move a step.
"I'm Xiao Zhao? Xiao Zhao is me... Xiao Xuan and the others are real..." Master Yun Chu murmured to herself, her heart aching. She took a breath of cold air, which made her breathing difficult for an instant. I had no choice but to swallow the tumbling mess: "Who are you? Who are you?"
"Qin Ming, you are Qin Ming! You are Qin Ming, right?" Master Yun Chu screamed and subconsciously took a few steps back.
"Ding Guo Gong tried his best to send you to the cold land of the North Pole in the beginning, so that others would not find out that you had the power of prophecies and harm you. The Dingbei Army has always been strict in order. No wonder the Dingbei King accepted the dandy. The little marquis."
The man smiled slightly, his eyes full of light and bright moonlight, as if he acquiesced to her words.
"But I'm not Xiao Zhao, and Xiao Zhao is not me... I don't have all of Xiao Zhao's memories."
"You are not a living being in this world. You were killed because of a prophecy, and your life and death were messed up. It is my fault that you have been punished for thousands of years. You suffered in vain for me. I can't forgive you." The man bowed slightly to her, Those eyes were like clear lakes, filled with wisdom and depth, as if they had seen through everything in the world.
Master Yun Chu's tone became anxious: "What do you mean? Why did you die because of a prophecy? I don't understand..."
"Xiao Zhao was already dead during the assassination at the city gate..."
She interrupted him: "So, you used the prophecy to save Xiao Zhao's life, but you failed to save the real Xiao Zhao, right? And I am the prophecy creature, parasitic in Xiao Zhao's body, so I can become conscious and possess Xiao Zhao’s memory of the next life. So I’m just Xiao Zhao’s fake, I’m not Xiao Zhao, and Xiao Zhao is not me, yes or no?”
Master Yun Chu's voice was trembling, as if he was holding a bag of tears. He raised his red eyes and stared at the man, not wanting to miss any of his emotional changes.
Qin Ming sighed invisibly: "The matter is over, why do you need to get entangled in it anymore."
Master Yun Chu's eyes fell on him and he said: "Then what do you want to do by luring us into a dream? Who are Zi Sangning, Huangfu Zhao and others? Is it King Dingbei or Xiao Xuan? Or someone else?"
"The seal of the prophecy has not yet been solved. I will not be able to worry about you for thousands of years. I will lead you into a dream for my long-cherished wish..."
"What do you mean? The seal is not solved? Is it because my seal is not solved?"
The man didn't speak anymore, just silent.
The man's spiritual power was running, he flipped his wrist, and his fingers turned into Lan Xuxu and flicked into the void. He slowly pushed his hands away, and the light blue light shrouded Master Yun Chu's body and seeped in bit by bit.
Master Yun Chu only felt a warm current flowing from his Dantian to his limbs and bones, and finally condensed at the center of his eyebrows.
No, Xiao Xuan hasn’t been saved yet...
Auras of light splashed out, and consciousness was lost again...
"Rumble...Rumble..."
Before the rain fell, thunder resounded through the sky, and lightning streaked with white light, breaking through the gloomy sky. But in just a moment, the sky quickly darkened again.
The dark clouds were thick and dense, suppressing the sky and the earth. The heavy rain fell rapidly, and it was bitingly cold.
The window lattice was blown apart by the cold wind, and a coldness suddenly rushed into the little boy's thin body, stinging him and shrinking back. However, the quilt was thin, and it seemed to be of no help.
He could only huddle under the quilt and tremble. Every time the thunder fell, he suddenly tightened his body and shrank desperately towards the foot of the bed, as if this would relieve his fear. Big tears fell from his face. It fell and soaked the quilt.
The door suddenly opened with a creak, and lightning fell just in front of the door. The little boy was so frightened that he closed his eyes tightly, and his whole body trembled even more. He felt a cold wind blowing from the door, with an eerie breath, as if something was approaching him.
"I'm not afraid of you, please leave quickly..." A crying voice sounded slightly, feeling helpless, helpless and hasty.
"Master of Ceremonies, Master of Ceremonies...I'm here to accompany you." A gentle childish voice sounded, and he slowly climbed onto the bed and patted him gently on the back.
"Qin Ming, Qin Ming..." Qi Sili carefully opened a corner of the quilt, revealing a pair of eyes. Only after he saw that the person coming was Qin Ming, did he dare to crawl out from under the quilt.
"Master Li, don't be afraid. Dad said that a man should be brave." Qin Ming got under the quilt and lay on the bed with him, feeling each other's body temperature.
"But I'm afraid, my mother-in-law would always hold me to sleep when there was thunder..." Qi Sili wrapped himself tightly in the quilt and spoke in a low voice with a slight trembling.
Qin Ming comforted him: "Okay, how about I sleep with you when there is thunder in the future? Anyway, we are only separated by a wall, and I can crawl in to find you."
Qi Sili said dullly: "But I'm afraid my aunt will be angry if she finds out, and Uncle Qin will be worried about you."
"How could it be possible? How about this? How about I draw a person for you and let her stay with you from now on?" Qin Ming's eyes were shining brightly under the quilt, and Qi Sili glanced at them.
Qi Sili was confused: "Paint people?"
Qin Ming nodded and whispered: "The things I drew can become real. I once drew an orange cat and it turned into a real cat, but it died. After my father found out, he beat and scolded me. If you don't give me food, I won't dare to paint anymore. Si Li, you have to help me keep the secret."
Qi Sili nodded solemnly and agreed, "Well, don't worry, I will definitely not let anyone know."
"I believe you, come on, hang yourself on a hook, and it won't change for a hundred years."
"Hey, let's start quickly, I can't wait."
Qin Ming jumped up and took some pen and ink from Qi Sili's shabby little desk. They spent some effort to grind out the ink.
He conjured a piece of rice paper from somewhere and lit the half-folded candle.
The candlelight flickered, and the triangular shadows reflected their faces, like butterflies spreading their wings and about to transform.
Qin Ming bit his pen and asked, "What should we draw?"
"I want to be like my mother-in-law." Qi Sili held his chin and said, rolling his eyes back and forth with a glint of light in his eyes.
Qin Ming went ahead and said, "Okay, let's draw a sister and play with us in the future."
"younger sister?"
Qin Ming said "hmm".
"Okay, okay."
The candlelight flickered, reflecting two small figures, one tall and one short, sitting in front of the table and earnestly describing the expectations in their hearts.
Qin Ming described it carefully, and all his expectations were presented on the paper one by one. The two of them concentrated on it, for fear of drawing a wrong line.
After he was done, Qin Ming cut his finger and a little blood suddenly gushes out. He pressed the blood on the forehead of the person in the painting, and the blood instantly formed a flower mark on the forehead of the person in the painting.
There was a flash of light, and a bolt of lightning quickly fell down and landed on the painting. The white light irritated their eyes.
"Si Li." Qin Ming hugged Qi Si Li and protected his eyes.
After the thunder and lightning receded, when they opened their eyes, a little girl about the same age as them appeared in front of them. The little girl was looking at the two of them curiously with her big eyes open.
"It's done, it's done. Si Li, we have a sister." Qin Ming jumped up happily.
"However, we can't let dad find out. My sister should be hidden here with you."
"Okay." Qi Sili nodded: "Anyway, no one will come here. Only Uncle Li will bring food during the meal. It shouldn't be discovered. I will leave half of the food for our sister."
"It's okay. If you are found out, just say she is the girl I bought outside, and they won't dare to do anything." Qin Ming walked around the little girl and found that the little girl was also rolling her eyes curiously. Look at them.
"Hahaha, our sister is so pretty, how about we give her a name?"
"Okay, okay, how about just calling me Xiao Zhao?"
"Xiao Zhao Xiao Zhao, sounds good." Qin Ming clapped his hands in agreement.
"younger sister……"
"We have a sister..."
