After a busy day, Xu Jiaohe felt very tired.
But the thought of reading the storybook kept her eyelids fighting.
After washing, Xu Jiaohe put an oil lamp on the bedside. After saying to the outside that she was asleep, she extinguished all the lights in the room, leaving only the one she brought to hand to illuminate the small area in front of her.
She took out a book from the Lingbao Ring that she found most pleasing to her eyes, and lay down to read it.
The original name of the story is "Feng Yue Wen Dao Lu". Just from the first two words, you can tell that it is not a serious story about cultivating immortals.
Xu Jiaohe has never experienced love, hate, or hatred, but it does not prevent her from yearning for the sea of hatred and love in the book.
She had secret expectations, but as she turned over a dozen pages, something felt more and more wrong.
...Why are the male and female protagonists in this story so similar to her and Ji Ruotan?
The extremely talented Taoist king met a mortal girl with natural charm and stunning beauty. He was seduced into chaos and his Taoist heart was disordered. He broke the rule that immortal cultivators are not allowed to marry mortals. He vowed to form a Taoist couple contract with her and spend the night in the bridal chamber. It took three days and three nights for the wandering spirit to stop.
The beautiful words and bold descriptions in the book left Xu Jiaohe speechless.
Holding the remaining bit of luck, she turned to the last page of the storybook, and wrote a few words at the end: There are lovers in the ruthless Tao, the Tao's heart has become turbid and it is difficult to look back, the disaster of the world is coming, and nine thunders will split people's souls away, Yin and Yang are separated, black hair and red face, and finally the sky and the earth become a vast expanse.
Doesn't this correspond to the current ending of himself and Ji Ruotan?
But why was Taojun's tragic end caused by his relationship with a mortal woman that polluted his Taoist heart?
Xu Jiaohe became extremely angry when she thought of the folk storybook creators who viewed their relationship in this way.
"What kind of obsession and temptation? If I am really a serious person, what can a weak mortal woman do to him?"
"Why is it that in this world, the mistakes made by those in high positions are always blamed on the weak... as if as long as they are powerful and have a high status, they are born a saint and will never make mistakes?"
Xu Jiaohe originally wanted to find some entertainment before going to bed, but she didn't want to cheer herself up with anger.
A few scoldings were not enough, so she turned over and punched the air several times on her back.
The noise was so loud that Babu's bed creaked, causing Lu Hua, who was on duty outside, to knock on the door and ask.
Xu Jiaohe immediately lost his composure, pushed the oil lamp and the opened storybook onto the bench, and then lay down honestly under the quilt.
The moment the soft pillow made contact with the back of her neck, she remembered that she was really tired and fell asleep quickly.
Affected by the storybook, Xu Jiaohe slept uneasily.
In her dreams, she sometimes acted as a bystander, watching the separation and reunification of men and women, and the separation of life and death in "Feng Yue Wen Dao Lu". Sometimes her soul rested on the heroine, and when she raised her head, she saw Ji Ruotan in white clothes like mist. And eyes that were lowered like the setting moon.
His calloused fingers from years of sword practice held her face, and the only two thin red petals on her cold face were pressed down.
He seemed to be kissing the tip of her eyebrows.
His skin was extremely strong, but his demeanor was cold and lifeless.
But it was such two irreconcilable contradictions that made Xu Jiaohe's heart beat wildly.
A kiss without any desire, but it made her fascinated.
…
wrong.
That's not true.
What is written is completely wrong.
Ji Ruotan is the monster, the spirit that sucks people's energy.
Afraid of polluting the brightness of the bright moon, Jiao He panted, her face flushed and her eyes watery as she opened her eyes.
The whole room was silent, and the corner lamp reflected through the thin curtains illuminated a corner of the landscape screen.
It showed that she slept for no more than two hours.
Xu Jiaohe's eyes were moist, but her throat felt thirsty.
She held Huan Chaos forehead and moved to Babu's bed, wanting to get out of bed and get some water to drink.
The storybook is still placed upside down on the spring bench, next to the extinguished oil lamp.
The oil lamp was half burned, and the grease condensed in the center of the copper lamp, like the dried tears of a lover.
Xu Jiaohe's toes trembled as they sank into her soft shoes, and her hazy thoughts suddenly became clear.
...The Yunxian Sect's utensils were all enchanted with a layer of stable spells, and the oil lamp was half-burned, but why did it go out inexplicably.
Somehow, Xu Jiaohe thought of the psychedelic technique You Wenyu used on Ye Wuying during the day, and her pounding heart did not calm down because she escaped from the lingering dream - she had no spiritual power, was timid and cherished her life , and therefore are particularly sensitive to the coming crisis.
As her mind wavered, Xu Jiaohe decided to call Lu Hua in.
However, when she opened her mouth, a wisp of power that disappeared without a trace in the darkness wrapped around her neck and quickly tightened.
The moment the cold touch touched her skin, it spread to her limbs and bones - Xu Jiaohe felt as if she had been thrown into the ice and snow. Her breath was filled with bone-chilling cold air, and even her throat, hands and feet were frozen to the point of being unable to move. .
"You're not too stupid if you can see the flaws in my psychedelic skills."
Xu Jiaohe remained in a semi-sitting position, and a disguised androgynous voice sounded in her ears.
With her body out of control, Xu Jiaohe only had one pair of eyes free.
Due to the cold air, they turned very slowly, and then they discovered a darker and purer mist in the darkness ahead.
That was probably the entity of this uninvited guest.
what is going on……
Didn't he just read a storybook? Why did he look like he was about to die as soon as he woke up?
Since the sound and appearance have been blurred into this state, I don't think there will be any traces left behind for me to capture.
Xu Jiaohe's breathing became tight, and she simply gave up observing the black mist. She lowered her eyes and called Liu Yao at her waist crazily.
However there was no response.
First he was beaten away by the law enforcement elder, and now he was disturbed by this black mist and lost the two-way connection.
Didn't You Wenyu say that it was invincible in defeating all small caves?
...or was it beaten by Xiaodongtian's invincible hand? ?
The more life-threatening moments were, the more Xu Jiaohe wanted to complain about something.
The black mist waited for her for a moment, and when she got impatient, she remembered that she had deprived the other party of his ability to speak.
So it elongated from a round mass, condensed into a head with blurred features, and approached Xu Jiaohe: "Hey, I can give you the right to nod and shake your head. You'd better be obedient. If you want to take the opportunity to do something, I It will make your head fall to the ground immediately.”
As he spoke, the force around his neck relaxed a little.
Xu Jiaohe moved her neck and found that she had regained feeling above her shoulders, but she still couldn't speak.
She was frightened and frightened by this dark and terrifying thing, and nodded tremblingly.
Seeing Xu Jiaohe being so obedient, the black mist no longer approached, stopped just a punch away from her, and asked, "Is Ji Ruotan really dead?"
Whether it's dead or not, not all the soul flags outside the door have been removed. You can find out if you go out and see for yourself!
Xu Jiaohe didn't expect Hei Wu to ask such a stupid question, and ten thousand curses rushed through his heart.
But on her face, the ends of her eyes were still red, with tears in her eyes, and she nodded timidly twice.
Black fog was silent for a long time.
Suddenly he sighed with a mixture of laughter and sigh: "The Master of the Sword Pavilion, an outstanding genius with the title of Yun Sect, the most promising person to reopen the ladder to heaven in the past thousand years, the first person to ascend to immortality in the daytime... Wuyan Taoist Lord Ji Ruotan, so unknown. Didn’t he die in vain?”
A series of prefixes were placed in front of Ji Ruotan's name. Even Xu Jiaohe, a Taoist monk, could not recite it so skillfully.
The fear and anxiety suddenly faded away a lot.
Xu Jiaohe even began to doubt Heiwu's true identity, whether he was a fanatical admirer of Ji Ruotan.
After only three seconds of relaxation, the news of Ji Ruotan's death seemed to stimulate the black fog.
The force on Xu Jiaohe's neck suddenly increased, strangling her until she almost couldn't breathe.
"He is dead, why are you still alive?"
The faces in the dark mist gradually became clear as the emotions increased.
It asked sinisterly, and then taunted Xu Jiaohe, "You are such a helpless waste, you don't even have the lowest spiritual roots - how can you talk about benevolence, justice and morality without Ji Ruotan's protection?" , is it actually the most hypocritical and dark little cave world to live in?”
It manipulated the black air to tighten continuously on Xu Jiaohe's white and tender skin. He was close to his eyes and observed for a moment that the face in front of him was red, and the young woman was as weak as a flower wetted by rain. Suddenly, she seemed to have something. He said with the same new discovery: "Oh, you are quite beautiful."
"Huh, huh..."
Xu Jiaohe couldn't speak or beg for mercy. Whenever she had the illusion that she was about to die, the black air mercifully relaxed a little, allowing her to take a hard breath of life-saving air from the outside world.
In her ears, Kuromist commented like he was picky about goods.
The crimson color at the end of the eyes was smudged over a large area, causing ripples on the flawless skin of Shengxue that made people imagine.
Heiwu said: "Seeing that you still have some merits, I can give you a way to survive."
Before Xu Jiaohe's eyes could spread the light of hope, it asked, "Is Ji Ruotan's "Book of Shocking Swords" here with you?"
She lowered her chin halfway, intending to nod no matter what Heiwu asked, Xu Jiaohe's eyes subconsciously dodge for a second because of this term, and Heiwu, who was staring at her closely, immediately grasped this point and said: "Right here with you Really? Hand it over to me right away!"
Xu Jiaohe couldn't get out of the room transformed by psychedelic magic, and there was no magic that could make him fake the black mist.
Her blocked voice was freed again, and after holding it in for a while, she could only choke out a pitiful response: "I really don't know where it is."
However, Heiwu mistakenly thought that she was speaking harshly to protect her late husband's relics, so he shouted in a low voice: "Seeking death!"
This time it was no longer half torture and half teasing, it strangled Xu Jiaohe's neck again, just like a python about to strangle its captured prey.
it hurts……
Out of breath...
Xu Jiaohe's ears, nose, mouth and tongue - all the organs that could sense the outside world quickly lost their function. Her pupils were occupied by a solid blackness, and the painful wails in her mind collapsed until they became completely blank.
It seems like I'm really going to die...
This was her last thought before she almost lost consciousness.
Liu Yao, who sensed that his master was in danger, finally moved.
It broke free from the suppression of the other party's realm, turned from the soft ribbon into a sharp sword, and attacked directly at the seemingly invisible light in the center of the black mist.
The latter was surprised that his restraint was broken by it, but also feared that it was a famous sword made by Ji Ruotan himself. He quickly withdrew the power from Xu Jiaohe and poured back into the gap of the black mist to protect himself from being stabbed. Critical position.
Who would have thought that Liu Yao's move was just a feint to protect his master.
It missed the target and did not fight, but stabbed at a certain point in the fantasy realm.
With a soft clicking sound, the surrounding scenes that were exactly the same as those in Xu Jiaohe's room collapsed, revealing the real space illuminated by oil lamps.
Xu Jiaohe collapsed on the bed, gasping for air.
After surviving the disaster, she realized that she should take advantage of the moment when Liu Yao and Hei Wu were fighting to call someone, but her throat hurt sharply and she had no strength at all.
She could only barely lift her feet, and kicked them down and down on the side of Babu's bed - the thumping sound was enough to attract the attention of Luhua, who had excellent hearing.
"childish."
"If I really want to kill you, do you think you can wait for the Yunxian Sect to rescue you?"
During the break between the sword fights between Heiwu and Liu Yao, Hei Wu was distracted and taunted Xu Jiaohe.
Footsteps sounded outside the door, ranging from sparse to dense.
"Madam, madam, what's wrong with you!"
Lu Hua's anxious shouts lingered in Xu Jiaohe's ears like fairy music.
Black fog has a formation on the room, Lu Hua cannot break through immediately, but more and more people are coming towards Xu Jiaohe's location.
Thinking of this, it stopped fighting, and suddenly shot out a black light from the inside, covering the surface of Liu Yao Sword, and then disappeared in place.
