One Sword Nine Ya

When Ye Jiuya came back this time, he met Lu Hongyan entering the door with a handful of herbs.

These herbs grow in the ice field, they are extremely precious, and it is not easy to pick them. Every year, Qingjing Temple would come to ask for a few plants for alchemy.However, the disciples in the Jiange have special skills, they don't use pills, and they all go through body tempering when they start, so they don't get sick, and they are almost invulnerable to all poisons, so they seldom pick them.

Lu Hongyan pointed her gaze at the room: "Fenghan."

After entering, several braziers were lit in the room. They looked ordinary, but they were not ordinary flames, which made the whole room extremely warm.

Chen Weichen's hair was loose, wrapped in a snow-white century-old snow fox fur, and he was in a stalemate with the emperor.

"I don't drink, and I don't know how to drink if you pour me." Probably because of the wind and cold, his voice was nasal, much softer than usual, but his tone was very firm.

Dijun sent the jade bowl containing the medicine towards him with a blank expression.

Chen Weichen backed away again and again, and almost shrank to the corner of the bed in the end, while resisting death and refusing to drink, he looked at Ye Jiuya for help.

Seeing that the emperor really couldn't feed it, just as Ye Jiuya had come back, he said lightly, "Then let him feed you."

"That doesn't work either," Chen Weichen said, "Are you something people drink!"

"Don't say that you are a mortal, even if you are a prince of immortality, you can't ask for it." The emperor frowned slightly, and his expression rarely changed: "You don't want to drink?"

Seeing Dijun's situation, Lu Hongyan laughed, and said to Chen Weichen: "This medicine is made from more than a dozen rare spirit herbs on the ice field, and my immortal emperor used real fire to refine it for you. If you say it, it's just In order to cure you of a mere cold, people in the immortal world will probably be pissed to death—although the emperor's real fire makes the spirit herbs fully arouse, it is much more bitter than ordinary medicine..."

"Killing chickens... how can you kill chickens with a sledgehammer," Chen Weichen said to the emperor, "You have condescended to make medicine for me, why can't you go down the mountain and find a doctor to make side medicine for me?"

Dijun: "Make trouble for no reason."

Seeing that this method didn't work, Chen Weichen groaned and looked at Ye Jiuya: "Ye Jun, he bullied me."

The emperor also looked at Ye Jiuya: "Hey."

Chen Weichen lay flat on the bed in despair and pretended to be dead.

Ye Jiuya's arm passed under his shoulder, and with a little effort he lifted him up. Chen Weichen rolled into his arms, trying to win some sympathy: "I don't want to drink."

The emperor handed the smoking jade bowl to Ye Jiuya.At this time, Chen Weichen was surrounded by Ye Jiuya, and he could be said to be slaughtered by others. He could only watch helplessly as he held a bowl in one hand and a spoon in the other, and scooped out a spoonful of black and thick soup.

The emperor beside him was expressionless, while Lu Hongyan stood with her arms folded, raising her eyebrows, gloating.

The decoction was slightly shaken in the white jade spoon to dissipate the heat, but it was not fed to Chen Weichen first, but delivered to Ye Jiuya's own lips.

"It's really bitter, don't try—" Chen Weichen hurriedly stopped, but it didn't work.

Ye Jiuya swallowed a mouthful of the medicine juice slowly, his expression didn't change much, but the look in his eyes always made people feel a kind of uneasiness for no reason.

Chen Weichen put away his half-pretentious expression of reluctance, opened his eyes slightly, and asked, "Ye Jun, what's wrong with you today?"

Putting the spoon back into the bowl, it jingled lightly when it hit the bowl wall. Chen Weichen didn't get an answer, so he asked cautiously, "Are you unhappy today? Is it Tianhe..."

Ye Jiuya said lightly, "It's nothing."

Chen Weichen lowered his eyes, stopped talking, took the bowl from Ye Jiuya's hand, brought it to his lips, closed his eyes, and swallowed one mouthful at a time.

Lu Hongyan groaned: "Dijun has coaxed you for so long and hasn't seen you take a second sip. Why is he obedient as soon as he comes?"

The emperor said: "Let's go." Then he turned and walked towards the door, Lu Hongyan followed.But when he got to the door, Dijun suddenly turned his head.

Just at this moment, Ye Jiuya raised his head and looked outside the door. The two looked at each other, and there were thousands of complicated meanings in their eyes, which made Lu Hongyan very puzzled, and muttered: "One or two, each has its own weirdness. .”

There were only two people left in the room, and there was a long silence, Chen Weichen muffled: "Ye Jun, what's wrong with you?"

After a while, seeing that Ye Jiuya didn't answer, he went on talking: "Since Tianhe is fine, is Ye Jun tired of me? I also know that it is wrong to stay by Ye Jun's side, but now that Tianhe is in danger, it will hinder me." You... I will—"

Before he finished speaking, Ye Jiuya covered his lips with his right hand that was originally pressing on his shoulder, so that he could no longer speak.Chen Weichen couldn't turn his head to look at Ye Jiuya behind him, he could only stare blankly ahead, the expression in his eyes changed several times, and finally turned into a kind of hollow and deep sadness.

Ye Jiuya also didn't speak, the other hand was wrapped around Chen Weichen's chest, and it tightened more and more, making it difficult for him to breathe.And the hand that originally covered Chen Weichen's lips also moved down slowly, reaching the neck, the fingertips were cold, which made the originally intimate movement take on a cold and ruthless meaning.

The fingertips stopped on the side of the soft and fragile neck where there was a slight jump, and with a little force, the jump became more and more obvious.

His voice rang in Chen Weichen's ears, still the texture of ice and snow, pleasant but untouchable: "Master said that I can't quell disasters because Chen's heart is not pure."

Chen Weichen had difficulty speaking, so he continued intermittently: "...Where did you get your heart?"

He clearly heard his own heartbeat, accompanied by Ye Jiuya's voice: "You."

He laughed, his brows and eyes slightly curved: "So Ye Jun likes me?"

"like."

Chen Weichen took a few breaths, closed his eyes, and said, "...that's great."

He stretched out his hands and groped for a while, then untied the Jiuya sword worn by Ye Jiuya, and handed it to Ye Jiuya: "If I... were strangled to death by you, the appearance of my death would be too ugly."

Ye Jiuya let out a "hmm", let go of the hand that was strangling his neck, and pulled out the pitch-black Jiuya Sword from the scabbard.Chen Weichen was able to move around, and silently untied the snow fox fur he was wearing.

The sharp point of the sword pierced through his clothes, leaning against his heart, pushing in inch by inch.Chen Weichen lowered his head slowly, his hair slipped from his shoulders, and his breathing gradually weakened.

Ye Jiuya leaned on his shoulder, closed her eyes, and the past came to mind.

At the next moment - he suddenly exerted strength in his hand, and the thin blade penetrated Chen Weichen's body and pierced into his chest.

The cold sword edge slid into the warm flesh and blood, and the chill was almost piercing. Before the voice and smile of the old man could be clearly shown, the past and the past quickly disappeared without a trace, leaving a darkness.

The candle flame jumped a few times, leaving overlapping shadows on the wall. The shadows were motionless at first, then gradually dissipated, and finally disappeared, together with all the furnishings in the room, and even the entire house.

When Ye Jiuya opened his eyes again, there was light snow falling between the sky and the earth.

A man in a gorgeous black robe raised his glass to him from a distance under the pine tree.

He walked forward, the man looked at him for a moment, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "I was just wondering if you have already reached the third heaven."

Ye Jiuya did not discuss this topic with him, but said: "Who are you?"

The emperor said: "Since you know that this place is an illusion, why bother to get to the bottom of it?"

Ye Jiuya: "You are not an illusion."

Dijun smiled lightly: "How can you tell?"

"If all the thoughts in my heart are condensed into an illusion here, you should neither be able to avoid the battle of Tianhe, nor should you be so close to Chen Weichen."

Dijun stood up from the stone table, his black robe dragged to the ground, but he never left a trace on the snow: "I'll take you out."

The road went forward, there was nothing but a vast expanse of whiteness, and I don't know how long we walked, the figure of the emperor beside him gradually disappeared, and Ye Jiuya took a step, the road under his feet turned into a jade texture, and a long step spread out to a high place , leading to the glazed halls surrounded by clouds and mist.

Floating Heaven Palace on Huandang Mountain.

He looked back, only to see the vast sea of ​​fog, the vast maze, all kinds of lights and shadows floating in the world, and the cycle of joy and sorrow alternately - but there was no wave in his heart.

The person who came with him was nowhere to be found, and he couldn't find it. He looked away and walked towards the top of Huandang Mountain step by step.

After he walked out for a long time, another person emerged from the sea of ​​fog, dressed in red and holding an epee.

Lu Hongyan looked around, and said to herself in confusion: "...Why did she wake up suddenly? It's strange that I can still see Chen Weichen in the illusion, he is not my demon."

Ye Jiuya walked to the closed door of the palace, and saw Tiandao with a gentle appearance looking up at the inscription "Futian Palace".

"You're here." He turned his head and signaled Ye Jiuya to look down the mountain again.

I saw thousands of scenes in the world converging into indescribable waves in the sea of ​​clouds.

"Everything in the world can be seen on the top of the mountain. Walking down from the back mountain is the six realms of samsara, where the soul returns." He said: "When you go up the mountain today, you will be the new emperor. You can control all things and see through reincarnation."

He smiled: "It's just that it's different now, and it's still necessary to solve the scourge of inner demons."

As Tiandao said, he raised his hand and opened the gate with invisible energy, and the scene in the hall was unobstructed.

On the high seat in the center, there is a person sitting with one hand resting on his chest, eyes closed, as if he is taking a nap.

He was dressed in a gorgeous black robe, with snow-white hair and a gentle face, but his face was slightly pale, and there was a trace of black air around him, adding to the chill.

"He is the heart demon way, the incarnation of greed, ignorance, hatred and resentment in the world," Tiandao entered the hall behind Ye Jiuya, and said, "while deceiving you, tempting you, and beguiling you, making you, the only one who can restrain the heart demon, trapped in emotions and six desires, helpless... If you have cultivated to the third level of Ruthless Dao, there is nothing you can do about it, while helping you collect things that are related to the luck of the world, so that today you can open the platform of life and transformation and subvert the world."

While speaking, the man slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were calm, and the white clothes Shengxue was faintly reflected in his eyes.