Dao Xuanji [Civil Demon]

"You are not a person who lives under the tongue of others." Wen Junqing looked at Xuanji in front of him. At this time, the other party was still childish, and Wen Junqing remembered that Xuanji is only in her early years and has not experienced many disasters. , his temper has never become smooth, with edges and corners, he can still speak his mind, with arrogance, self-confidence and rampage, like a shooting star.

"I..." Xuanji took a step back, a little surprised in her heart, when did Wen Junqing become so eloquent?

"Xuanji, don't always do it alone, I can help you." Wen Junqing lowered his eyes, and the second half of his sentence was very light.

The moonlight is beautiful today, there are no clouds in the sky, the stars are shining clearly, the temperature is cool, and there is an occasional breeze. It is a good weather for watching the moon.

Under the moon, no one appreciated it, and the atmosphere between the two of them was condensed, standing relatively silent.

After a long time, Xuanji spoke.

"You're not Wen Junqing, are you?"

"I am." Wen Junqing stared at Xuanji with a firm tone.

"It's not the current Wen Junqing." Xuanji said in the same tone.

Wen Junqing's throat tightened, her previously scorching eyes instantly became a little flustered, her mouth opened silently for a moment, and she whispered: "I still can't be like you." When Xuanji pretended not to know her loose cultivator Hua Xuanji, she as good as it is.

"So what happened when you came back here?" Xuanji asked with a frown, assuming that Wen Junqing was acquiescing.

"You... have become very bad, I can't save you." Wen Junqing lowered his head, like a defeated dog.

"Oh, for a person like me who has no cultivation base, it is impossible for me to live a good life." Xuanji nodded, and asked again, "I didn't do anything wrong, did I?"

Wen Junqing shook his head and replied, "No."

"That's good." Xuanji looked at Wen Junqing, smiled, then sat down on the stone bench with ease, and said, "It seems that we will get along well in the future."

Wen Junqing lowered his eyes and sat on the stone bench opposite Xuanji.

"Where is that cold-faced you now?" Xuanji quickly accepted the identity of the wrong person in front of her, rubbed her chin and asked a question, "Everything in the world has the way of heaven to maintain order, how did you break the way of heaven and come back here? here?"

"I...don't know." Wen Junqing shook his head, stared at Xuanji and asked again: "Don't you ask what will happen to you in the future?"

"So what if I know." Xuanji raised her lips, her spirits bright, "Since I did it, I won't regret it, and I will do the same thing as before. So why do you need to know everything? It's so boring to know the ending too early."

Xuanji has always been like this, she doesn't care about life and death, doesn't care about other people's feelings, and drives away anyone who wants to get close to her, it's the same for Yu Wuya, and it's the same for herself.Wen Junqing closed her eyes, and stopped looking at Xuanji's face, her expression dimmed.

"Everyone is going to die. Immortals don't die. Don't you all know that a useless person like me can live on for at least a hundred years?" Xuanji frowned when she saw Wen Junqing's appearance, but patted Wen Junqing with her hands The back of the hand on the stone table for comfort.

"But I want you to live." Wen Junqing shook his head.

Xuanji was speechless, and after thinking hard for a while, she frowned even deeper. She asked, "What will my relationship be with you in the future?"

Wen Junqing was stunned by this question, and he gave the answer with some hesitation: "Best friend."

"Best friend?" Xuanji smiled, and said, "Wen Junqing, you can't be the only friend like me, so it's really not like you to be dying like this now."

Wen Junqing stopped talking.

Xuanji looked at the moon in the sky, and persuaded softly: "It is said that people who practice Taoism need to go through many disasters in their lives to become immortals. It is not a good thing for you to be so emotional."

"You are different."

"What's the difference? Birth, old age, sickness and death are human nature." Xuanji sighed, and then said, "Since you can get the Dao, don't be so obtuse. If I become a stumbling block on your road to immortality, then it will make me feel uncomfortable."

Wen Junqing was silent.

"What a stubborn cow." Xuanji curled her lips and asked again, "When are you going back?"

"I don't want to go back, it's too heavy there."

This time Xuanji frowned, she was a little angry, and said: "You can't be so selfish, let's not talk about what will happen if you stay here, what will happen if you disappear over there?"

"I……"

"Also, why don't you ask me if I need you to protect me?" Xuanji raised her lips and softened her tone, "Whether it's me now or me in the future, I think, I hope you will protect me." I can walk on the fairy road. I know Wen Junqing, you are different from others, thank you for your kindness to me, as a friend, you have done enough. "

Wen Junqing was stunned, she couldn't refute every sentence Xuanji said, but her heart was full of helpless frustration and unwillingness.The soreness rising from the chest, the grievance is a little sad, but it is like a moth to a flame, without any sense of regret.Wen Junqing couldn't quite understand what his emotions were now, but kept shaking his head, rejecting Xuanji's persuasion.

"Oh, you are as stubborn as ever."

Wen Junqing raised her head, and just about to say something, she saw ripples suddenly appeared on Xuanji's face, her face was still the same, but it seemed to be another person.

A faint voice came to my ears: "Wen Junqing, you can't even see your own heart clearly, why bother to be so stubborn?"

Wen Junqing blinked, and everything returned to normal before her eyes. Xuanji still frowned, propped her face with one hand, and pursed her mouth tightly, as if everything just now was an illusion.

Wen Junqing stretched out his hand to touch Xuanji's face, a warm touch came, and Xuanji immediately slapped it away. Wen Junqing asked, "Is everything here real?"

"For me it is, but for you it shouldn't be." Xuanji smiled, "Who can really tell the truth, after all, they only want to see what they want to see."

"Then are you Xuanji?" Wen Junqing pursed her lips. Although she didn't want to find out how she returned to Wanyang Academy, she definitely couldn't tolerate ghosts and ghosts pretending to be Xuanji.

Xuanji's still smiling face froze for a moment, facing Wen Junqing's scorching eyes, suddenly the world lost all its colors like an ink painting scroll, the leaves blown by the breeze stopped in the air, and everything was frozen.

A woman dressed in water-colored clothes stepped out of the full moon in the sky where only black and white remained, and smiled into Wen Junqing's vigilant eyes.She waved her hand, and Xuanji, who was sitting opposite Wen Junqing, disappeared like ink soaked in water, and then the woman sat on the vacated stone bench.

Without waiting for Wen Junqing to ask, she said to herself: "I forgot that you have eyes of truth."

"I am the shadow in the mirror, the fairy in the painting."

"This Xuanji is of course true, but it is also false."

The fairy in the painting narrowed her eyes, and there was brilliance flowing inside, she quietly asked: "How, do you want to stay here?"

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Chapter No.17

"I don't understand." Wen Junqing let his guard down a little and shook his head.

The Immortal in the painting burst out laughing, and said: "Sure enough, it's still the same as before, and I can't bear to use my brain."

"Before?" Wen Junqing was even more confused by the familiar tone of the other party, so he stared at the fairy's face in the painting carefully, and found that the other party's face had an ethereal feeling that was out of the world, and there was a small mole under the right cheek, which should be the first time See, but after watching it for a long time, there is actually a vague sense of familiarity.

"Now I'm asking you. Do you want to stay here? The rule here is that you can choose to go out if you see that this place is not real, but if you refuse this time, you have to stay here forever." He raised his sleeves to cover his face, concealed the panic in his eyes, then lowered his arms again, smiling again, squinting his eyes like a careful shopkeeper.

"What's here?" Wen Junqing put aside the question for a while, lowered his eyes and asked the most important question.

"Dreams, illusions, you can regard this as a small world in the three thousand worlds. Everything here comes from your memory and moves according to your wishes, so it is based on reality, but it is not real."

"Did you say that sentence just now?" Wen Junqing asked again.

"What?" The Immortal in the Painting tilted her head in confusion.

Wen Junqing pressed her left heart with her right hand, and said, "See my heart clearly."