One Sword Nine Ya

"I don't care," the girl shook her head desperately, "he saved me, how can he not want me?"

"Meeting by chance, the grace of saving lives, I don't respect or fear, but I blame him for not wanting you, Miss Lu, you say you know people, does this seem like a mortal girl? You also said that going over mountains and mountains is miserable, but still Dreaming, it can be seen that I am really afraid of when he abandons you."

"I'm going to follow him."

"Then follow." The young master didn't feel annoyed, "Go up and ask him where he is going and what he is going to do. If he answers, go to Jiange of the North to meet someone, it will prove that I am a man outside the dream without a doubt. .”

The girl looked at him suspiciously, but said nothing. She was a little afraid of the man, so naturally she didn't dare to ask him.

Chen Weichen walked to that person without any scruples.

He recklessly used the fan to pick the chin of the closed-eyed person, like a dude molesting a good family, but he got a cold look as expected.

There is a saying that there is no anger and self-prestige, but it can't describe that look in case.

Because that's not power.

It is a kind of indifference that does not touch the world, a lofty detachment.

It was as if the sun and the moon were turned upside down, the sky collapsed, and the earth was cracked. In his eyes, it was just the falling of a speck of dust and the cessation of a stream.

"Your Majesty is forgetful, silent and not emotional," the young master in brocade clothes clasped his fans together, with an inexplicable smile on his lips, "Mr. Yan, I have admired your name for a long time. I am Chen Weichen."

When they went on the road again, Chen Weichen was one more.

The high-ranking one naturally doesn't care about mundane affairs, and all affairs belong to Mr. Chen.

The red dress was cut in the tailor shop at the foot of the snow-capped mountain. Although the embroidery was not delicate, it was made with care, and it was very beautiful.

The young master smiled and teased the girl: "Call me brother, I'll give you the skirt."

The girl was already familiar with him a lot, but she still turned around angrily: "Don't shout."

"I still don't want to see me," Chen Weichen put the clothes on her from behind, and sighed in a very pretended voice, "According to theory, my son is better than your cold Yan Jun in terms of appearance and talent, why don't you see me? Fear and love at the same time?"

After all, the girl was short-handed, so she just snorted: "Naturally it's better than you."

Just then I heard the table next to the inn say: "More than a hundred miles to the north is the Jiange territory, which is the sect of immortals, a place that is difficult for ordinary people to step into in their lifetime!"

The girl fell silent for a moment.

She went back to the room by herself for a while, thinking about things in a mess, and when she came out of the inn, she saw two people standing under the icy snow trees at the door.

Chen Weichen played a jade-colored flute in his hand, playing an unknown piece of music.

The snow fluttered down all over the sky, and landed on Yan Jun's black robe beside him.

An indescribable sadness was entangled in her heart, and she didn't know where it came from, it was extremely strange.

Chen Weichen saw her coming, and stopped the sound of the flute: "Is it packed?"

The girl said "hmm".

The young master touched the person next to him with his elbow: "Jun Yan, you've walked all the way, where are you going?"

"Jiange."

Chen Weichen raised an eyebrow at the girl.

The girl bowed her head and followed them without saying a word.

So all the way to the north, in the illusion, the days were not counted, and after countless difficulties and obstacles, I arrived at the foot of the cliff and snow cliff.

A long step goes into the clouds, leading to the sky-reaching tower at the snow-covered top.

In the cold wind is the piercing sword intent, piercing straight into the sky, and six flying swords hovering in the sky, it is a scene that is absolutely impossible to see in the world.

It is called Jiange, with walls standing thousands of feet high.

The danger of the poor land, the steepness of the extreme road.

Standing beside the stone steps were two disciples in blue, respectfully saluting the emperor in black.

The man went up the stairs, but the two were stopped outside.

Chen Weichen covered the girl's eyes with his hand: "Let's go, don't look."

There were tears falling in his palm.

The girl's voice choked up: "Chen Weichen, you lied to me."

"Where did you lie to me?"

"You said this is an illusion, that this is my best and most desired thing...why did he leave anyway?"

The sentence "Let's go" fell like a ripple, and the figure of the man disappeared in the vast snow and mist, never to be seen again.

Chen Weichen wiped the tears from her face for her: "Because although you want to follow all the way like this, you know that you won't be able to keep him, and he will leave eventually."

He paused, and then said word by word: "Greed, ignorance, anger, delusion, you can fool yourself, but you can't fool the illusion of the heart."

The girl let out a whimper, and for a moment, the stubborn fire in her eyes burned again: "So what?"

"When I become an immortal, I'll hit him up and see if he looks me right!"

The surrounding blizzard was suddenly sudden, the cliffs were turbulent, and the illusion was like flowers in a mirror and moon in water.

"When you finally cultivate the Dao, you can see all the small mountains at a glance, and the sword can shake Kunlun." Chen Weichen's voice suddenly revealed a bit of coldness: "Where is he?"

"He..." The girl collapsed and shook her head, and took a few steps back.

Layers of illusions collapsed.

"We often sing a song in the mortal world, saying yes, the king gave birth to me before I was born, and I gave birth to you..." The young man in brocade clothes had a gentle smile in his eyes, but in the eyes of the girl, it was shockingly cold.

"Stop it!" The girl's voice was almost screaming.

"He begged to die, but some people refused to let him die!" Bloodshot eyes appeared in the girl's eyes: "I'm going to travel all over the Fourteen Continents, even...even if there are ten deaths but no life!"

"Ten deaths and no life," Chen Weichen repeated the words several times, and whispered in her ear: "Take the blood of Kaiyang, get the incense of extinction, take the ashes of brocade, you want to..."

"One year later, the heaven and earth's qi will be extremely prosperous and declining, and the decline will be extremely prosperous," the girl's voice trembled. , Changed the appearance of Lord Yanlong: "Break life and good fortune..."

"So that's how it is." Chen Weichen lowered his eyes, gave a low laugh, and picked up the mirror in his hand, with the back facing Lu Hongyan. There was a gray and white eye stone inlaid on the back of the mirror, which was really like a cold eye that sees all the mortal world, "I want to Get up and go back."

Looking through the mirror, looking at the heart, breaking the illusion.

The girl met those eyes and was momentarily stunned.

The collapse of the illusion suddenly accelerated, and it collapsed from all directions to where the two were. After a few breaths, there was nothingness everywhere, except for this isolated island.

She closed her eyes and murmured a few words: "I gave birth to you, you have already..."

Finally remembering the past, she pulled a smile that was either happy or sad at the corner of her mouth, and she fell backwards with her head up.

The red shadow fluttered in the cold wind and snow, and sank into the boundless void. The fog dissipated and returned to the clear sky.

"After all, I didn't see it through." Chen Weichen said to himself, looking around, he saw another cliff and snow cliff, with long steps into the clouds.

"If you can't see it, you can't see it..." He said in a low voice, "Didn't you also see it?"

He put away the mirror and flower mirror, and walked up the long stone steps into the clouds like the previous man.

There is a cedar tree about a thousand years old on the top of the mountain, the top of which is covered with new snow, and there are stone tables and chairs under it, which are moist in texture and have a jade color.

A jug of wine and a pair of glasses are on the table.

He sat down and poured himself a drink. After an unknown period of time, the night fell, and there were few stars in the sky, and the bright moon shone brightly.

Footsteps sounded behind him, he turned his head and saw a man in white walking on the snow, under a silver moon, the cold wind blew his sleeves.

For a moment, it felt like being in the Guanghan Fairy Palace and seeing the fairy in the painting.

"Master Ye Jian," he greeted the man with a smile, "You came to find me?"

Ye Jiuya frowned slightly: "You haven't fallen into an illusion?"

"I have no heart demons, so naturally I won't be confused by illusions."

"You are clearly in an illusion."

Chen Weichen looked at him, and answered the wrong question: "Ye Jiuya, you have snow in your eyes."

"August [-]th Songfengtai." Ye Jiuya closed his eyes, seemed to take a deep breath, and opened them again, with no sadness or joy in his eyes, and said slowly: "Chen Weichen, you still say you are not him."

Chen Weichen filled the other cup with wine, and signaled Ye Jiuya to come and drink together: "Master Ye Jian is very discerning, I really can't say it."

"If you say that I am not him, you will definitely not believe it." He took a sip of the wine in his glass, lowered his head and smiled, "Then just pretend that I am."