My enemies became my companions

Chapter 59: How sad is it?

The mighty sword energy created a bloody rain all over the sky. Before the evil dragon could reveal its incomplete Dharma body as the Dragon King, it was cut in half from head to tail. The white-clothed swordsman who had come to attack it suddenly retracted his strength and narrowly avoided the sword. The sword energy penetrated the entire river north of Beijing.

The fishes swimming in the river were moving around, but those hit by the sword energy were unharmed. This shows the purity of the sword theory of the Living Sword.

But Chen Yi felt that he was almost killed by this sword.

When the fourth-rank swordsman came to kill him, all thoughts were gone in an instant, everything in front of him slowed down, and he was suddenly caught up in a rush.

At that time, everything was quiet, there was no sound at all. Whether it was the fake door gods, the shrimp soldiers and crab generals, the white-clothed swordsman, or the evil dragon, they all lost their voices and their outlines. It seemed that there was only me and this heavy rain in the world.

What a heavy rain, falling silently, never stopping for a moment. So many people died in the rain, so much blood was shed, but it remained silent all the time. Mu Ran looked back and found himself in a daze. Why hadn't I seen such a silent rain before?

Chen Yi took a deep breath and came to his senses to see that the wooden boat had been split into two halves, with himself standing on one half. The dwarf door god had been thrown into the water by the shrimp soldiers and drowned.

Watching this scene, Chen Yi felt as if a part of him was split off and suddenly disappeared. After walking through the gates of hell for a while, some things were no longer important, and he couldn't think of what it was for a moment.

Slowly getting out of the river, Chen Yi was soaked all over. He pressed his head and looked at his tattered clothes. For a moment, he had no intention of changing them. Suddenly, he thought about it carefully and found that he no longer seemed to desire fame, wealth and prosperity.

"How is this going?"

Chen Yi rubbed his brows.

Although he didn't really care about fame, wealth and prosperity, and considered himself a person who only cared about the occasion of the New Year and the bellyband, fame, wealth and prosperity were just a means to an end.

"After walking on the edge of the gates of hell, did I... accidentally kill the corpse?"

It is often heard that people who are near death will gain some enlightenment, but Chen Yi never thought that this would actually happen to him.

He turned his head and glanced at the panel casually, then was shocked.

There was an extra fifty years of true energy on the panel, which seemed to be transformed from killing Huang Liuqing and Gao Menshen.

However, the true energy can only be transformed when the Yin-Yang Art of Resentment is triggered. When exactly did I... trigger the Yin-Yang Art?

Chen Yi thought about it for a while but still couldn't figure it out.

“Although I don’t quite understand it, I now have two hundred years of true energy, which is not only enough to upgrade the Yin Yang Art, but also an extra fifty years.”

After thinking about it, Chen Yi allocated the direction of the extra fifty years of true energy.

Twenty years are given to Bai Liudao, twenty years are given to Yin Weiying's Purple Medicine Pill Mirror, and the rest is kept for reserve.

The river water gradually calmed down. Chen Yi saw the remains of a huge dragon being washed ashore by the river water. A golden Lizhu gradually rose up. A one-armed woman who was floating in the air in the distance took it in one hand.

Chen Yi thought of something, took out the lantern from his arms, quickly opened it and lit it, then walked towards the place where the one-armed woman fell according to his memory.

Not long after, the one-armed woman slowly landed on the shore. Chen Yi stepped out at the right time, clasped his fists and bowed.
"Thank you... Master Zhou for your help."

In the dim light, Chen Yi saw those eyes again. They were so clear that reminded people of the chilly spring. Chen Yi couldn't help but be in a trance. Looking at her, he thought of that rainy night and the peony flowers all over the mountain.

The one-armed woman ignored him, holding the Lizhu, and walked slowly past him.

Chen Yi turned around and said again:
"Thank you Master Zhou for your help."

After another question, Zhou Yitang finally spoke. She said calmly:

"It's just a matter of convenience."

"The grace of saving my life will never be forgotten."

Chen Yi immediately took the initiative.

She was still as cold as ever, like the sound of ice cracking under the earth's crust on a winter night. In the previous life, I broke her sword and forced her to be my wife. She swore that she would not die a good death. Now that I finally saw her, I felt as if I was suddenly relieved, because all the past was over and she was still herself.

Now just pretend you don’t know her and pretend you’re meeting her for the first time.

Chen Yi's mind was filled with anxiety and he called her:

"Master Zhou... please stay."

Zhou Yitang glanced at him sideways.

"As the saying goes, a drop of water is repaid with a spring of water. Now that you have saved my life, I might as well leave my name. If you need anything..."

Before Chen Yi finished speaking, Zhou Yitang interrupted:
"Speak directly."

Chen Yi smiled awkwardly and said:

"The captain of the Western Factory, Chen Yi, courtesy name Zunming."

Zhou Yitang turned and walked away without responding.

Just as Chen Yi was about to watch her disappear from his sight, she said something for no reason,
"That's not a nice name."

Chen Yi was stunned for a moment, a little confused, but he didn't take it too seriously.

After all, it was the first time we met and she didn't recognize me.

The night was dark, and before he knew it, the one-armed woman was far away from him.

Zhou Yitang stopped, his eyes narrowed slightly,

"He has lost weight."

I didn't control myself just now and said something extra unintentionally.

But it probably won't be a problem, after all, it's the first time we meet.
"Never mind, he won't recognize me."

Zhou Yitang muttered to himself and looked at the Lizhu in his hand.

There is no use for her to keep it, so she can leave it to him later.

........................

The killing plan in Prince Jing's Mansion was resolved, and three fifth-grade masters were killed. This time Prince Jing's Mansion was seriously damaged, and it should be quiet for a while.

After returning home, Chen Yi took off his torn and bloody clothes, then washed two or three times, put on a single coat and went to the hall. He found that Yin Tingxue had ordered tea early and was waiting for him patiently with her hands on her knees.

Chen Yi saw this scene clearly. That night, he did not give her an answer, which was both ambiguous and vague.

When he finished his business in the Western Factory the next day and returned home, he found that Yin Tingxue was much more attentive than before. Not only did she make tea for him early, she also offered to wash his feet.

This look made Chen Yi wonder if there was poison in the tea.

But there is no poison in the tea.

After that night, she made tea for herself almost every day.

At this moment, Yin Tingxue came over and asked in a low voice:
"Would you like me to wash your feet?"

Chen Yi raised her eyebrows and said "no thanks", then sat down and drank the tea she ordered. She didn't touch any of the pass, maid contract, silver makeup knife, etc. that she had deliberately put down in the past few days.

Yin Tingxue was nervous, and his eyes never moved away while he was drinking tea.

"You've been very well behaved these past few days."

He said she was very well behaved, and she blushed and responded softly.

Chen Yi stretched out his hand and held her in his arms. She was petite, and when he stood up, her head could roughly reach his chest.

"The clearance document is on the table, and there's some change in it. Why don't you run away?"

Chen Yi said with a smile,

"Why, weren't you very good at running away before?"

Yin Tingxue shook her head and said with her lips moving:
"No."

"Then I want to sleep with you, will you run away?"

Chen Yi asked directly, letting her go and looking like he was going to let her escape.

Yin Tingxue didn't dare not answer, but she didn't dare to lie either, for fear of being caught by Chen Yi. She opened and closed her lips, and finally could only shake her head and say she didn't know.

"I've made it clear. You should prepare early. It doesn't matter if you want to escape or be killed. Anyway, you are going to get married."

She wanted to cry but had no tears, and she took a few steps back. Just when Chen Yi thought she was going to leave, she hesitated for a moment, then moved closer and snuggled into his arms gently and obediently.

Chen Yi hugged her for a while, and spoke after a long while:
"You're so attentive now? I don't think you were a good concubine before."

"I will be a good person in the future, okay? I will bring you tea and water every day, wash you and do your clothes, and read to you..." Yin Tingxue said softly.

"that's it?"

"That's all I can do...I'll learn other things later."

Chen Yi held her head and said coldly:
"late."

Yin Tingxue shuddered and subconsciously wanted to step back, but after two or three steps she mustered up her courage and came back close.

"You are the Saint of the Demon Cult, and I am a member of the imperial court. Asking you to warm my bed is a heroic act."

"I, I am not the Saint of the Demon Cult anymore. Didn't you say that the Saint of the Demon Cult is dead?"

Chen Yi changed his reason after hearing this:

"The Xiang Palace colluded with the Demon Cult, and you were chosen as the Saint. If it weren't for me, you would have been taken to the Demon Cult. Given time, you would have become cruel and would have done something to destroy your entire family."

Hearing these groundless and shameless words, Yin Tingxue's face turned pale, and Chen Yi had already put his hand to the corner of her clothes, and she trembled even more violently.

She hurriedly said tremblingly:
"My mother...my mother said that people will be changed by bad circumstances if they are close to vermilion people. If I were in the Demon Sect, I would kill people without blinking an eye. But if I am not in the Demon Sect, I will not be cruel. I will be a good person."

Chen Yi stopped, looked at her with a smile, and said jokingly: "Oh?"

Yin Tingxue discussed pitifully:
"Let me go. I, I will serve you well. You can treat me as an ordinary maid. After two years, I will let it go. Even if you want to drive me away, I will willingly climb onto your bed... Okay?"

"Aren't we sleeping in the same bed now?" Chen Yi asked back jokingly.

"That's not what I meant..."

The daughter of the King of Xiang blushed. When she heard Chen Yi's tone soften, she continued to discuss:
"I won't be willing if you sleep with me now. You won't be comfortable with that, right?"

"But didn't I buy that hairpin in vain?"

"Leave it for me to wear later..."

She gave another excuse, and Chen Yi was helpless for a moment, then said forcefully: "You are my concubine."

"..." Yin Tingxue didn't know how to answer for a moment, tears welled up in her almond-shaped eyes.

She turned her head slightly, pursed her lips, and pressed closer to him. Chen Yi felt a little softness, and her uneasy heart was pounding.

The daughter of the Xiang King put her chin on his shoulder and said in despair:
"…If you sleep with me, it will be so sad."

Chen Yi felt more and more sorry for her, and asked without any context, "Why, can Yintai Temple also be sad?"

Then he asked, "How sad is it?"

“It’s very sad.”

Yin Tingxue thought for a moment and said softly:

"It's like flowers scattering in an instant."

Chen Yi kissed her forehead lovingly.

Yin Tingxue thought he had agreed and that they had reached some kind of agreement, and was about to move forward to kiss him.

But after the kiss, Chen Yi said cruelly:
"After a few days, your instant flowers will eventually fall apart."

Yin Tingxue turned pale with fright, as pale as a knife.

Chen Yi played with the ends of my hair.

What? Does her sorrow also belong to me?
(End of this chapter)