When the protagonists and villains become bamboo horses

When Xie Shi saw him, his eyes lit up.

He asked Xie Zhiwei nervously: "Brother Xiu Ling is okay?"

Xie Zhiwei glanced at him, feeling vaguely familiar with this sentence, as Yan Yu had asked him a similar question not long ago.

He couldn't help closing his eyes, his eyes rippling like autumn water, once again realizing the intimacy of Xie Shi and Yan Yu's relationship.

Even if they are not together, they miss each other and care about each other.

Xie Zhi moved slightly in his white robe, and threw the Yunling Orb in his sleeve into Xie Shi's arms.

"He's fine, you can rest assured. This is what he asked me to bring to you, and he said it could save your life."

Xie Shi quickly caught the black and red bead, and held it in his palm cherishingly, just like holding a worldly treasure.

He lowered his head to look at the bead carefully, the corners of his eyes and brows were full of joy.

Xie Shi sat cross-legged, while Xie Zhiwei stood tall and tall, standing in front of him, when looking down, he could only see the top of his black hair.

Seeing that Xie Shi was completely immersed in the excitement of Yan Yu giving him something, and had no intention of looking up at him at all, Xie Zhiwei sighed silently, feeling complicated.

"There is the breath of Brother Xiu Ling in it." Xie Shi asked curiously.

"Well," Xie Zhiwei nodded lightly, "This is the Yun Lingzhu, and Yan Yu put a drop of his own blood essence in it."

Hearing this, Xie Shi became more cautious when holding the beads, and the cherishing emotion in his eyes became stronger.

He closed his palms, and the hot palms gently wrapped the round and cold Yun Lingzhu, as if he was thinking of someone who was also slightly cold.

Xie Shi did not put the Yun Lingzhu directly into the storage space, but took out a red string and threaded the bead.

Then he hung the red rope around his neck, and the black and red Yun Lingzhu fell down, just below his collarbone.

White fingers pulled the skirts on both sides, covering the red thread and beads on the neck tightly, hiding their existence.

After doing all this, Xie Shi groped through his clothes to confirm the location of the Yun Lingzhu again and again.

The corners of his mouth were raised, and his heart was as sweet as eating honey.

Xie Zhiwei watched the whole process from the sidelines, his face expressionless and his eyes dim.

Xie Shi raised his eyes, expectant in his tone, "Has brother Xiu Ling finished his work? Did he say when he will come to see me?"

Xie Zhiwei recovered from his own thoughts, and when he heard Xie Shi's question, he shook his head lightly.

The corners of Xie Shi's raised mouth curved down slightly, his expression was a bit lost, but he still expressed his understanding.

"Brother Xiu Ling's matter is more important, I can handle it myself."

Xie Zhiwei had just heard a big news, and his thoughts were in a mess. Now seeing his reincarnation, he couldn't help but lightly part his lips, and truthfully told the other party what he saw and heard during his visit.

"Yan Yu killed the black flood dragon in the waves, and then killed the immortal Wenyuan on the coast," he said, his thick eyelashes trembling slightly, like a frightened butterfly, "he... is the Chen Yu!"

Xie Shi listened carefully.

He is very concerned about everything related to Yan Yu.

After speaking, Xie Zhiwei thought he would see a surprised expression on Xie Shi's face, but to his surprise, Xie Shi's face showed worry, fear and concern, except for the emotion of shock.

Xie Zhiwei's eyes swept over Xie Shi's brows, eyes and lip corners inch by inch, and confirmed it several times.

Really do not have.

"Aren't you surprised to hear that Yan Yu is Chen Yu?" He couldn't help asking.

Xie Shi took a few glances at the white-clothed immortal in front of him, and after thinking for a while, he replied truthfully: "I knew it a long time ago."

The indifferent expression on Xie Zhiwei's face seemed to be showing signs of cracking, he lowered his eyes and quietly concealed the horror in his heart.

He asked calmly and calmly, "When?"

Xie Shi blinked, thought about it, and quickly said, "On the night we finished discussing Chen Yu's past."

how come!

Xie Zhiwei pretended to be calm, but his feet unconsciously took a small step back due to excessive shock.

The snow-white robe drew an arc in mid-air following his movements, and the dust from the bottom of his feet was blown up, dancing in the dim light.

"Did he tell you directly?" Xie Zhiwei asked.

"No," Xie Shi shook his head, "I guessed it, and then I asked Brother Xiu Ling to confirm it, and he admitted it."

Xie Zhiwei fell silent after hearing the words.

He pursed his lips, his indifferent expression concealed turbulent emotions, and his fingers clenched tightly on his side.

It turned out that Xie Shi knew it so early, he was the only one who never saw it.

Xie Zhiwei prides himself on having good ears and eyes, but at this moment he realizes that he is just like a stupid and dull fool, who can't see the things around him clearly with his eyes open.

In terms of spending time with Yan Yu, he is far longer than Xie Shi, and in terms of age and experience, he is also richer than the 16-year-old Xie Shi.

However, none of these helped him discover the truth that Yan Yu was Chen Yu. It was not until today that he saw the scene of beheading Jiao with his own eyes and asked Yan Yu that he was finally sure about it.

On the other hand, Xie Shi guessed the truth on the day he learned about Chen Yu's past.

Comparing the two, Xie Zhiwei felt that he was so stupid, as dull as rusty iron.

Xie Zhiwei closed his eyes, a storm seemed to sweep in his heart, and the chill soaked his whole body.

After a while, he found his voice.

Xie Zhiwei slowly opened his eyes, the eyes were frozen for thousands of miles, but the chill was only aimed at himself.

"Xie Shi, why did you guess it?" He humbled and stubbornly asked for advice.

In the quiet and dark attic, Xie Shi had been paying attention to the changes in Xie Zhiwei's expression. He did not expect that the fact that Yan Yu was Chen Yu would have such a big impact on Xie Zhiwei.

Even though the other person's face was still clear and cold, his figure was crumbling, reflecting his inner unrest.

Hearing Xie Zhiwei's question, Xie Shi's eyes flickered slightly as he considered his words.

"In the beginning, it was just an intuition. I had an intuition that Brother Xiuling was that person," he slowly opened his lips. "Then I found out more details, speculated and compared, and came to a vague inference. Finally, I asked Brother Xiuling, Inferences are validated and turned into definitive conclusions."

The young man's crisp voice was exceptionally clear in the quiet and small space, like the ringing bells in a temple, ethereal and clear.

Xie Zhiwei's mind was shaken, as if he had opened up a new vision, and muttered to himself in a low voice: "Intuition..."

"Yes, it's intuition," Xie Shi continued, "There are so many things in the world, and people's hearts are complicated. Not everything will be spread out and explained to you in every detail."

"Others will only say what he wants to say, and the same is true in the book. This requires more reading, listening and thinking, even if it is a hostile person's point of view, you should also understand it."

"Sometimes don't easily ignore your intuition."

Xie Zhiwei realized that her reincarnation was talking about the truth with her previous life.

Although these words are almost familiar, in the current situation, Xie Zhiwei still has a deep sense of being educated in his heart, and he is gradually convinced.

Still, he questioned: "What if your gut is wrong?"

Xie Shi spread his hands indifferently, and said casually: "If you make a mistake, correct it. It may not be correct to act from the heart, but at least you won't let yourself regret it too much."

His tone was very open-minded, but Xie Zhiwei frowned.

"How can this be possible?" Xie Zhiwei retorted, "You are also the reincarnation of the Son of God. If you follow your heart, you will be easily bewitched by demons and heretics, making big mistakes, causing turmoil in the world, and devastation!"

Xie Shi gave him a steady look, and then a smile appeared on his usually obedient and docile face, with a hint of self-mockery.

Xie Zhiwei's heart trembled, not because Xie Shi's smile was earth-shattering, but because the person in front of him curled up his lips and smiled lightly, which had a three-pointed charm of Yan Yu.

He quickly restrained his mind and calmed down.

Xie Zhiwei sighed in his heart: Sure enough, he played with Yan Yu since he was a child, and his reincarnation also learned some of Yan Yu's temperament.

I saw Xie Shi smiled, and said in a sonorous tone: "I am not suitable to be the Son of God, and I don't want to take the initiative to take on the seemingly holy and noble identity of the Son of God. I am too selfish, and I can only pretend that I care about people in my heart. I can do good deeds every day and be a good person, but the responsibility of being the savior of the world is too far away and too heavy for me.”

He paused, looking straight into Xie Zhiwei's eyes, with a firm and unrepentant expression, "Brother Xie, you may have been very powerful in your last life, and you may have been admired by thousands of people, but in this life, I just want to be an ordinary and powerful person." Cultivator, protect the only family you have left."

Xie Zhiwei had a premonition about this. After all, during the cultivation of the Lingyun Sect, Xie Shi kept his ears to the outside world. He only wanted to become stronger and had no interest in the conflict between good and evil.

Because of Yan Yu, Xie Shi was always the most silent and indifferent one among his fellow disciples when they were discussing impassionedly how to crusade against demon cultivators and spread immortal arts.

However, it is one thing to have a premonition, and quite another to hear Xie Shi express his inner thoughts clearly at this moment.

Xie Zhiwei was horrified inside, and the expression on his face was almost frozen.

It's hard to describe his mood at this moment, it's as if a pack of explosives exploded under the silent ice layer, with great power.

When the heaven and the earth shattered, all those details were blown out, clearly displayed in front of his eyes.

He had a corresponding intuition, but he chose to ignore it.

But Xie Shi in front of him didn't care how shocked Xie Zhiwei was. After a pause, he continued to confess: "For an ordinary monk like me, brother Xiuling is the only family member I have left, and he is the most important. Right and wrong are secondary. Brother Xie, do you understand?"

Xie Zhiwei wanted to say that he didn't understand, but he looked at the earnest and persistent expression on Xie Shi's face, and understood that Xie Shi, who had gone astray from the very beginning in this life, would always be eccentric.

Then what he said in his previous life is useless.

Xie Zhiwei moved his lips and opened his mouth to speak, but when he briefly sorted out the reasons he could give, he found that these words were too high-sounding.

Could it be that he wants to tell Xie Shi that becoming the Son of God can bring glory to the family and sect, can be worshiped by thousands of people, can calm evil spirits, and be a great hero to save the world...

But would Xie Shi care about these magnificent looking things?

The answer is naturally no.

In the end, Xie Zhiwei lowered his eyes as if admitting defeat, and said, "I...understand..."

He finished talking with Xie Shi, and the white-clothed figure disappeared in place, returning to the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness.

In the cloud palace, mist filled the air, the lotus leaves drooped silently, and the white petals were condensed with small drops of water, shining like a misty new rain.

Xie Zhiwei sat in the middle of the lotus pond, looking lonely and sad, the snow in his eyes broke into two messy piles, just like his complicated and chaotic mood at the moment.

Today, Yan Yu's identity as Chen Yu gave him the biggest shock, like a sharp sword, piercing his deep-rooted wrong impression.After that, Xie Shi's words were like a hand, pushing the sword that had been pierced into his body even deeper.

Bursts of pain spread, shaking his mind and making it difficult for him to concentrate.

He is too proud and complacent, and closes his eyes and listens, and sometimes it is wishful thinking.

Xie Zhiwei recalled what Yan Yu and Xie Shi said to him, and gradually began to doubt the meaning of his own existence.

Although he is the incomplete consciousness of the Son of God in the previous life, he survived the fire of Yunyun Peak by chance, and his goal was to kill the demons, but in this life, no one seems to need him.

Yan Yu has his own opinions on how to do things.Knowing the identity of the other party, Chen Yu, although I still hate the other party's behavior style, I can no longer arouse any thoughts of revenge.

Moreover, Xie Shi also has his own ideas, he doesn't want to take over the burden of the Son of God, he just wants to be an ordinary powerful monk.

Yan Yu and Xie Shi took care of each other and were each other's only family members.

There is no place for him in this.

Xie Zhiwei leaned forward, propped one hand on the lotus platform, and firmly grasped the hem of the snow-white robe, his eyes couldn't distinguish between joy and sorrow, and a painful sob came out of his throat.

He raised his head and asked involuntarily, "Why did I come to this life!"

Xie Zhiwei desperately wanted an answer, but the cloud palace was empty and deserted, and no one could answer him.

Silently, there were more dewdrops on the surrounding lotus leaves, and the surface of the lotus pond was wet.

Xie Zhiwei remained silent for a long time in self-doubt. When he came to his senses, he felt that the blood flowing in his veins had a bitter taste, and every time his heart beat, it caused an unspeakable discomfort.

He took out the yellowed book from his arms, trying to calm down the chaos in his heart by recalling his old friends.

However, the fog in the palace was too thick, and as soon as the book was opened, the thin pages inside became damp.

Fang Zheng's ink characters smudged with the water and became hazy and blurred.

Xie Zhiwei was upset, and frantically wiped it with his sleeve, trying to wipe off the water stains on the pages of the book.

The words on the book were originally only blurred by the water, but now that he wiped them in such a way, they were directly blurred into a black ball, and nothing could be seen clearly.

Even Xie Zhiwei's clean sleeves became dirty.

"Wu...Ming...don't be dirty!"

Xie Zhiwei's thoughts were frozen like ice, and his brain turned slowly.

He didn't seem to have expected such a result, and he became even more flustered. He stubbornly continued to wipe the book with his sleeve, and then made it worse and worse.

In the end, the two pages of the book were completely unreadable.

Xie Zhiwei stared blankly at the messy storybook in front of him, his mind was empty, and his eyes suddenly felt sore.

But he has lived for more than 20 years, and he likes to put on airs, and he can't do crying, so his eyes are sour, and he doesn't cry, and the corners of his eyes are not red.

This book is a rare commemorative item between him and Wu Ming.

Now, it's dirty.

Xie Zhiwei seemed to see that the pure and beautiful young man in his eyes was also stained with filth, and was no longer as bright as before.

Old friends from the past, beyond recognition.