I got married with my enemy

On March 38, the 26th year of Zhengyuan, seven days have passed since the change of Pingqiu.

Today Xie You, who can't speak, came to poke his heart, opened his mouth and kept his mouth shut, but that person had passed his seven-headed, let him mourn.

Yang Qian pushed open the door of a room in the backyard, walked in with downcast eyes, and his eyes fell on the lotus flower beside the memorial tablet in front of him.

This room is next to the ancestral hall in the mansion. The ancestral hall was specially set up by Xie Yuanheng for his parents, and he took the trouble to move the memorial tablet out of Xie's mansion.Yang Qian had some other thoughts in his heart, and he didn't dare to make trouble in front of Xie Yuanheng's parents, so he didn't dare to make such a fuss in front of the two elders. Yes, it is specially used to offer Xie Yuanheng's tablet and... to raise lotus flowers.

Yang Qian gently caressed the petals with his fingers. This lotus flower is very strange, but it is the size of an ordinary person's palm. It was not born in a pond, but was raised on a white jade tray. It was a single branch, without even a lotus leaf. Stretched into the liquid in the tray, but was submerged in the liquid and could not see clearly.The lotus flower is neither white nor pink, but it is as red as fresh blood, and the redness is inadvertently uniform. At first glance, it seems that people have poured blood on the transparent lotus flower, and the lotus flower has absorbed blood beads.What's even more strange is that what is contained in the white jade base is not water, but fresh and uncoagulated blood. The place where the blood touches the lotus is slightly golden, which is inexplicably strange.

Yang Qian lowered his eyes and carefully inspected the stems of the lotus that were in contact with the blood, and he was relieved to make sure that there was no sign of withering and shriveling.

It's been seven days, today passed safely, and it will be much easier in the future.

Yang Qian stared at the lotus flower intently, like a person in severe cold staring at a faint fire that will go out at some point.

……

"Yes, it can be saved. There is a forbidden technique called soul arrest, which can also pull him." The young man was dressed in a Miaojiang dress, with delicate features, and he was really soft and cute, but the smile in this man's eyes was quite playful. It seems to look straight into the bottom of the heart and observe the deepest subtleties of human nature.

"I owe you a life, so even though this technique suffers a lot, I am willing to try it for you. But I have to say in advance that this is a forbidden technique, and what can be called a forbidden technique in ancient and modern times is not a good deal. The price must be heavy, and if you are not careful, the gain will not be worth the loss, not only will it hurt me, the caster, but there will be sacrifices."

The corners of the young man's mouth curled up a bit viciously, "The sacrifice for the soul arrest is a stranger. You have to find a lifetime person. After I perform the spell, I will feed the spiritual creature with blood every day. It can arrest the soul of the dead and avoid ghosts. Do not enter reincarnation. For a period of one year, with the spiritual object as the center, within a radius of nine miles of the spiritual object, if there is a new dead person with the same fate as the deceased, the deceased can be resurrected with the corpse. During the resurrection period of the deceased, the spiritual object Naturally withered, from now on in the world, even Taoist priests and immortal masters, no one can find traces of this forbidden technique."

The young man stared at the light that suddenly ignited in Yang Qian's eyes, and poured cold water on him mercilessly, "Resurrecting the soul from a corpse is only the way of resurrection. Life and death have a destiny, and lifespan is limited. If you want to bring the resurrected person back to life in this world, you must borrow a lifespan." The object of borrowing life is the sacrifice. The sacrifice uses blood to nourish the spirit, and the spirit uses blood to connect yin and yang. If the deceased comes back to life, half of the life of the sacrifice will be divided. All of them use the lotus blood seal as a contract, and each enjoys half the life of the sacrifice. That is to say, the person who is the sacrifice and the person who has returned from the dead have only half the life of an ordinary person to live. Moreover, the forbidden technique is greedy. Whether the lifespan will be lost or not is unknown. If the sacrifice is a long-lived blessing, it's okay, but if the sacrifice is also short-lived, neither of them can live long. Probably in a sense... ...a life for a life."

The young man looked at Yang Qian leisurely with a bit of mischief, "It's really shameful to tamper with other people's lifespan. General Yang, are you up to it?"

Yang Qian lowered his eyes and smiled, "The Gu master is too worried, this is a beautiful matter of life and death, how can I ask others to do it for me?"

The young man was startled suddenly, staring at the person who looked up, not daring to say anything, "What do you mean? You want to be this sacrifice yourself?"

Yang Qian just looked at him indifferently, his face expressionless, "I'm sorry for the Gu Master, the Gu Master's great kindness, Qian will remember it forever."

The young man's expression was unpredictable, "Madman. I have only seen people who are desperate for their lives, but I have never seen such a person who sacrifices his life. Anyway, let me help you this time. From now on, you and I will not owe each other, and it has nothing to do with you. Looking for me again."

……

On the eighth day of September in the 38th year of Zhengyuan, the blood lotus in Weiyuan General's Mansion leaked at night. Yang Qian sat in the ancestral hall staring at the blood lotus all night, and witnessed the blood lotus sucking the last drop of blood into the tray in the twilight of dawn. Facing the rising sun inch by inch withered.Yang Qian squinted his eyes in the morning light, opened his sleeves almost dully, and tore off the entangled wound that hadn't grown well in the past six months. Under the flesh, there is a lavender lotus print.

It was only then that Yang Qian came back to his senses. He was so emotionally blocked for a moment that he choked so much that he leaned on the table and coughed a few times.Yang Qian was so tragic in this overly strong Daxi Shengsheng product, and only then did he understand that what the world said "extreme joy begets sorrow" may have some truth in its literal interpretation.After finally regaining his senses, Yang Qian felt a little pain in the palm of his hand, and turned his head to realize that the hand that had just supported the table was too hard, and the hand was holding the corner of the table just now, and the hand was pressed against the corner of the table It's been a long time, and now it's a little numb.

Yang Qian heaved a sigh of relief, letting his body suddenly lose strength, and slid along the table to sit on the ground, the tiredness of not closing his eyes all night wrapped around his somewhat dazed and empty body after Le Ji.Yang Qian stared at the morning light outside the window in a daze, and thought without thinking:

After such a long night, it was finally dawn.

……

October 38, Zhengyuan 23.

At the foot of the mountain outside Yuelao Temple, a man in white closed his eyes, staring at the figure slowly descending from the mountain.The man looked cold and looked like a banished fairy, standing at the intersection like this, but he was unexpectedly unnoticed, people came and went in a hurry, as if they hadn't seen him, not even half of them were looking this way.Knowing that the man in white was staring at the man approaching slowly, the man had a somewhat cautious face, saw him from a long distance, approached hesitantly, and stopped slowly.

Only then did the white-clothed man casually glance at his face, but he choked unpreparedly, and said with an ugly expression, "You always like to make yourself a peerless beauty, why did you make your face full of wrinkles this time?"

The person who was approaching was dressed in Miaojiang costumes, but at this moment he casually raised his hand, peeled off the skin on his face, held it in his hand, poured some powder on it and twisted it, it turned into powder slowly.The man opened his fingers slightly, letting the powder leak from his fingers, and said nonchalantly, "Oh, it's nothing, after a couple of fools, I feel my heart is dry."

The man in white glanced at his face, and then quickly closed his eyes. As expected, this face was peerless, but it was not the real face. "How many faces do you have?"

Miao Jiang, who was dressed up, smiled perfunctorily, raised his eyes and said, "What are you doing? It's useless to talk less, your old man is here, what is the matter?"

The man in white uttered two words with a sullen face, "Hold the soul."

The smile of the man dressed as Miao Jiang froze, and he squinted his eyes and looked at him unkindly, "How do you know?"

"If you want people to not know, you must do it yourself."

The young man snorted amusedly, as if he was rather dissatisfied with his tone, "Forget it, that kid is stupid, but he has a long life, and my work is not in vain, just go with you one more time."