Capítulo 34: Chapter 34
Chapter 34 I Like You
The prosperity and peace belong to this world, but loneliness belongs to oneself.
Su Lingshu, who was watching from afar, thought so.
Xia Qianzhen's dream at this moment has reached a certain stage, and this scene seems to be a courtesan dancing on a high platform, with her fiery red clothes falling off one by one, withering like fluttering butterflies.
The pink skin is dazzling like snow under the clusters of lights, and the thin red gauze hanging down is blown up by the wind, and the light color is full of charming style.
It was a snowy night with thousands of lights shining brightly.
Yin Yang stood with his hands behind his back and said calmly: "Have you ever thought that you would become like this? And you have changed brilliantly thousands of times."
Su Lingshu did not answer.
Yin Yang continued, "You usually act cool and aloof, but you are just an ordinary person after all. When you peel off your skin and emotions, what's left is just the most essential lust, just like you on the other side right now. Human ethics are just empty talk, and they are not even as good as this moment of indulgence."
Su Lingshu said coldly: "What's left after you cut open the skin?"
Yin Yang smiled and said, "It is also lust. People who practice Taoism are most concerned about being ruthless, because practicing Taoism is against the will of heaven, and being ruthless is against human nature, so most people who practice Taoism emphasize the word "against". But Yin-Yang Taoism is different. Yin-Yang Taoism emphasizes indulgence. Lust does not need to be suppressed, it is strength."
Su Lingshu asked: "What's the difference between that and a wild beast?"
Yin Yang said calmly, "Suppressing lust is no different from destroying human nature, and even worse than animals. Just like your fiancé five hundred years ago, for the sake of the illusory avenue, he knew it was a trap set by me, but he still couldn't resist the temptation and jumped in without hesitation, leaving you all behind."
Su Lingshu's expression was uncertain.
Yin Yang's smile gradually faded, and his face was like the sky swept by a strong wind, so his emotions were as light as smoke.
"Besides, do you really think that Yin-Yang Dao is just about indulging in pleasure? Ten thousand years ago, someone placed himself in the deep mountains and old forests, eating raw meat and drinking blood for ten years, killing to enter the Dao and cultivate a trace of good thoughts, and finally entered Buddhism. Yin-Yang Dao is just like this. This Dao is truly ruthless when it is cultivated to the end. Just like many years ago, you all thought that Yin-Yang Dao was a minor path. But later, the great Dao went its own way, and only I am about to achieve the right result."
He pointed his finger at the space in front of him.
Su Lingshu's ears were ringing.
The surrounding scenery quickly fled with this point, and all that was visible was Xia Qianzhen dancing on the stage and the countless dancing yin and yang strings around her.
Yin Yang suddenly took her hand and walked towards Xia Qianzhen.
When she was walking through the crowded street, she suddenly heard a noise in her ears, but this noise was not a physical sound, but came from the vibration of the black and white strings.
The emotions of the entire world at this moment are like butterflies landing on a spider web, and the subtle movements like the fluttering wings of a dragonfly are discernible.
Su Lingshu looked at the dazzling strings around him and suddenly realized that those people did not disappear, but were disassembled into strings. After breaking through the most hypocritical appearance and disguise, people became these strings of desire. Some strings became independent people, while some people were entangled with each other, forming a cause and effect. When passing by them, Su Lingshu could even clearly feel the emotions of each person, whether joy or depression, they were real and pure.
Everything is clear as day.
Is this what is left after a person's skin is cut open?
After approaching Xia Qianzhen, Su Lingshu was shocked because she found that Xia Qianzhen was vaguely connected to many strings, and the source of those strings was everyone in the audience. She danced gracefully on the stage, but in her eyes, she looked like a puppet with strings connecting all her joints and dancing woodenly.
She felt it was unreal and was even more unwilling to admit that this person was herself.
"Look, it's so easy to control a person's lust." Yin Yang stretched out a finger and hooked it in the air, like plucking a string. He closed his eyes and listened to the sound of his finger.
But Su Lingshu could not hear anything. She could only see a black and white string vibrating suddenly and trembling silently as he gently hooked it.
At the same time, Xia Qianzhen's expression changed subtly, and her dance steps obviously paused for a moment. From Su Lingshu's perspective, the strings emanating from Xia Qianzhen's body began to twist and dance in an alternative way, and Xia Qianzhen's face gradually flushed. Her soft figure reflected the pink light, which was a bit ambiguous. Her dance steps were not as light as before, but became a bit heavy. Because he was too close, Su Lingshu could hear her soft breathing.
"How?" Yin Yang asked with a smile.
He flicked his sleeves, and the surrounding scene faded away indifferently. They returned to the place where the singing and dancing were going on, standing at the front of the stage.
Behind him is a bustling crowd, on the stage is a graceful figure of a woman dancing, under the lights and candlelight, the dancing woman is like an elf in the lights.
After the dance, there happened to be wind blowing up the layers of gauze curtains.
Her figure is no longer vague and hazy.
The face with red lips, white teeth and snow-white and delicate skin bloomed in front of people like a flower.
The audience applauded like thunder, and the noise was overwhelming and deafening.
After the dance, Xia Qianzhen took a few steps back and sat on a carved wooden chair. She put on a bright red robe, which covered her beautiful hair, hiding her stunning face.
A bloated woman came to the stage, smiled coquettishly at the dignitaries in the audience, and said a lot of things.
The general meaning is that today is the farewell ceremony of the great courtesan Xia Qianzhen, and the courtesan Xia is willing to marry her lover. As long as any nobleman offers a higher price, he can buy her a good time with a huge sum of money.
Su Lingshu didn't pay much attention to what she said, because she found that she could hear the voices of many people behind her.
"That courtesan Xia was so arrogant before, saying she would never sell herself, but now she has offended the daughter of the Imperial Master, I'm afraid that this golden signboard will be gone in this Red Line Tower."
"This woman is truly a fairy, there is nothing wrong with her, but I wonder who has the guts to buy her."
"What does it matter if she looks good? Women are still the same in bed?"
"You really can't sell yourself by dancing in such a small outfit? Ha, you bitch."
...
Countless malicious sarcasm and ridicule flooded into his mind, but Su Lingshu showed no emotion.
Because everything around is illusory, only myself and Yin Yang are real.
Even if this incident really happened thousands of years ago, I was not the protagonist. Human sorrow is not interrelated, and I don't need to feel sad for others' misery.
Even if the protagonist really became himself at this moment, it was just an illusion. The matter of seeing through illusions was solved long ago when he experienced the mental barrier of the transformation realm.
But this peace did not last long.
Soon her eyes widened, her expression filled with resentment and anger.
Because she saw that Yin Yang had slowly walked onto the stage, looking very elegant, like a noble and imposing young man from a wealthy family.
She wanted to stop it, but her voice was too weak, just a wave in the noisy tide.
In the vast sea of people, she seemed so small and helpless.
...
In the small temple, Jiang Miaoxuan had been secluded for three days without eating or drinking.
Although this was nothing for a cultivator, her face was pale and she looked a little weak.
The note with the four characters "Nan Qin Feng Gu" written on it was spread out in front of her. She stared at it blankly, entering into a trance from time to time and waking up from a dream from time to time.
The more I watch it, the more mysterious it becomes.
There are only a few days left, how can we really understand these four words?
An hour later, the two teachers came to the small Taoist temple where she was imprisoned.
Jiang Miaoxuan put the note into her sleeve without leaving any trace, stood up and bowed. She was smiling, and she still looked like the graceful Taoist nun.
"You two teachers are taking me away?" Jiang Miaoxuan asked, "Are we going to get married?"
A white-haired old man said, "You will get married tomorrow. I will take you to meet your husband today."
Jiang Miaoxuan didn't object at all: "Thank you."
The white-haired old man was slightly surprised by her attitude, but the other elder looked more solemn. With Zhao Yao's previous experience as a lesson, he would never take it lightly and believe that Jiang Miaoxuan was really willing.
Jiang Miaoxuan wanted to dispel their doubts, and smiled and said: "At this moment, Miaoxuan has been sealed into the acupoints by the acting sect master with sword energy, like a bird with broken wings, there is no need to worry. Besides, Miaoxuan has been meditating for three days. Master gave birth to me and raised me, so it is only natural for me to do something for Master in the end."
The white-haired old man nodded: "It would be best if you could think this way."
The meeting place arranged by Mingxu Sect for them was a small house outside the city.
When she was far away from the hut, Jiang Miaoxuan saw a fat man walking around in the house, fidgeting.
He is the son of the richest man in Xialiang State, named Xia Zhijiu.
Normally he was an arrogant and domineering disciple, but at this moment he was as nervous as a child.
Jiang Miaoxuan found it funny for no apparent reason.
Xia Zhijiu stood on tiptoe from time to time, looking forward. In the past, his parents had instilled in him the idea that women were just playthings, and he had always practiced this idea.
But today is different. The woman who came today has been in his mind for more than ten years.
Even though the marriage certificate had been finalized, he still felt it was unreal and even a little uneasy.
He will always remember that day when he was still a boy of seven or eight years old.
At that time, the Taoist temple sent immortals to "touch their heads".
At that time, Jiang Miaoxuan was just a young girl. When he saw her for the first time, he felt that this girl had an extremely delicate face, as delicate as jade, lovely and beautiful.
At that time, she stood in front of everyone, as silent as jade, but in his eyes there seemed to be a soft light.
That time when the girl touched his head, he felt so ashamed that he almost couldn't breathe.
The process was short, yet seemed very long.
They didn't say a word during the whole process until the immortals left. They just felt like they were experiencing a dream.
After that, he looked around for information about this girl, and all he knew was that she was the most talented young nun of the Mingxu Sect.
The immortals are separated from each other. Even if he is the son of a wealthy businessman in the human world, facing the immortal girls, they are still separated from each other and are out of reach.
Many, many years later, he heard that she had gone down the mountain to gain experience and lived in a small Taoist temple.
He looked at her from a distance a few times. It was Jiang Miaoxuan who had used magic to disguise herself. She looked like an ordinary woman, but he could still recognize her at a glance. He just didn't dare to approach her to talk to her. She looked even more slender and beautiful.
Jiang Miaoxuan opened the door and walked into the small courtyard, with a soft smile on her face from beginning to end.
Xia Zhijiu stared at her intently, and they looked at each other, as if they were suffocating for a moment.
During this time, his good friends who were all playboys seemed to remind him that no matter how pretty the other party was, she was still a woman after all, and he must show his power to intimidate her, otherwise he would have to look at the wife's mood when marrying a concubine in the future, which would be very frustrating.
In short, you must have a dignified demeanor and aura that matches your figure.
At that time, Xia Zhijiu thought it made sense and agreed to all their suggestions.
But I finally got to see this young lady whom I had been dreaming about for more than ten years.
He still had trouble calming down, and even leaned forward slightly, looking a little uneasy.
Jiang Miaoxuan just smiled, which was completely different from the rumors that she was very dissatisfied and put up a lot of resistance, and that Mingxu Sect had to spend a lot of effort to capture her.
Xia Zhijiu licked his dry lips and tried to speak calmly: "Jiang Xian...Miss, do you still remember me?"
Jiang Miaoxuan nodded: "Of course I remember. When you were a child, I used to touch your head to ward off disasters and misfortunes."
Xia Zhijiu was even happier, "It would be great if Miss Jiang could remember me."
Jiang Miaoxuan smiled and said, "You will be my husband tomorrow, so there is no need to be so reserved."
When Xia Zhijiu heard the word "husband", his heart slowed down for no reason. His fat body trembled, and after coming to his senses, he quickly asked: "Miss Jiang agreed? Actually... if you don't want to..."
He didn't know what to say next. He was afraid that Jiang Miaoxuan would really regret it. What should he do then?
Jiang Miaoxuan smiled sympathetically and said, "It's okay."
The feeling of self-deprecation that I had as a child came back to me strongly.
He looked down at the fat covering his toes, and vowed to himself that he would lose all the fat in the future, and become a truly handsome and elegant young man, so that he would not look out of place when traveling with Master Jiang.
Xia Zhijiu turned his gaze to the two elders who came with Jiang Miaoxuan and said, "Can you two immortal masters please step aside for a moment? I have something to say to Miss Jiang alone."
The two elders looked at each other in bewilderment. With the previous experience, they were very afraid that Jiang Miaoxuan would do it again. How would they explain to the Xia family? The leader's plan to become a saint would also be completely ruined. The Mingxu Sect could not afford such a price anyway.
But Xia Zhijiu sternly said, "Do you two immortal masters want to eavesdrop on my private conversation with my future wife?"
The two elders said nothing.
Xia Zhijiu said angrily, "Miss Jiang, let's go inside to talk. You guys can't follow us, can you?"
Jiang Miaoxuan also said to the two elders: "You don't need to worry, Miaoxuan doesn't feel wronged, and Master Xia doesn't dislike Miaoxuan. Since the marriage has been finalized, he will naturally not regret it." After saying that, she smiled and followed Xia Zhijiu into the hut.
One of the elders moved his body, and the other held his arm and shook his head secretly.
After walking into the house, Jiang Miaoxuan sat down as usual.
Xia Zhijiu's expression was much more relaxed, no longer as nervous as when they first met. He said seriously: "Miss Jiang, I actually know your story. When you are twenty years old, you will face an unknown disaster, and then lose your immortal power and become a mortal."
Jiang Miaoxuan's expression remained unchanged, still with a smile as light as smoke and clouds.
Xia Zhijiu continued: "But I don't care. No matter what happens to you in the future, I will take care of you for the rest of your life."
Jiang Miaoxuan hummed and said nothing more.
Xia Zhijiu didn't care whether she believed it or not, and just said: "This engagement may be forced upon you, but I have really waited for many years. If Miss Jiang doesn't like fat men, I will try my best in the future, or the fairy can use magic to help me?"
Jiang Miaoxuan finally covered her mouth and chuckled.
Xia Zhijiu was a little uneasy again and began to feel uneasy.
Jiang Miaoxuan knew it was almost time, and she stopped being silent. She said softly, "Mr. Xia, you don't have to worry about these things. But when I turn 20, Miaoxuan's heart of Taoism will be shattered and her Taoism will be completely lost. In the worst case, she will die. If it is the latter, it will be like celebrating a wedding and then a funeral, which is not appropriate after all."
Xia Zhijiu sat upright and vowed: "If Miss Jiang dies, I will never marry another woman in my life."
Jiang Miaoxuan just smiled.
Of course she didn't believe such love talk.
There are countless love stories in the world since ancient times. When they love each other, they may be together forever or stay together till death. There are all kinds of beautiful things. However, most of these stories end in tragedy. People are always fickle.
The seven emotions and six desires, the mind is unruly, the value of profit is greater than promise, all kinds of things in the world, anyone with emotions cannot transcend.
"Mr. Xia, just take care of tomorrow's wedding. Don't worry about anything else." Jiang Miaoxuan said calmly.
Xia Zhijiu smiled bitterly and said, "I still don't think it's real."
"What is considered real?" Jiang Miaoxuan asked.
Xia Zhijiu didn't know what to say, he pursed his lips, as if hesitating.
His eyes lingered hesitantly on Jiang Miaoxuan's chest for a while.
"Hmm?" Jiang Miaoxuan smiled softly.
Xia Zhijiu swallowed his saliva and licked his dry lips. His eyes were full of sparks. Jiang Miaoxuan was actually very clear about everything. She could clearly identify the rhythm of human desires in the world.
When he hesitated, Jiang Miaoxuan took the initiative to reach out her hand and rubbed his chubby palm. Xia Zhijiu's hand subconsciously trembled. He felt as if he was holding a handful of cool jade in his palm, refreshing and a little unreal. He was stunned for a moment, and also grabbed Jiang Miaoxuan's hand and held it in front of his chest. Jiang Miaoxuan did not resist, and she always had a smile on her face.
Xia Zhijiu took a step forward with courage and stretched out a hand to touch Jiang Miaoxuan's chest. Jiang Miaoxuan naturally noticed it, but she did not retreat, but instead she pushed up her proud chest intentionally or unintentionally.
Knock, knock, knock on the door at an inopportune time.
Xia Zhijiu subconsciously retracted his hand, and then he was secretly angry. He had a good temper towards Jiang Miaoxuan, but he was a playboy after all, and he didn't have much tolerance for other people. Just when he wanted to scold her, Jiang Miaoxuan gently pressed her hand on his chest and turned back to look.
He had no choice but to suppress his anger. The elder outside the door came in, walked up to Xia Zhijiu, and whispered a few words in his ear.
Xia Zhijiu no longer had any anger on his face. His expression became increasingly ugly, and even a little sad.
...
Lin Xuanyan and others stayed in an inn in the city.
Lin Xuanyan was reading at the desk in his room as usual, while Lu Jiajing was in another guest room. She had just rebuilt her body and her schedule was barely stable. She needed a lot of practice to consolidate her cultivation.
Lin Xuanyan held a book in one hand, and as his thumb moved the side of the book, his eyes quickly scanned the pages.
This is a book about local Feng Shui, which tells about some local customs and local conditions, as well as some secret places that no one has ever visited, which are written in a magical way by the author of this book.
There was a slight sound behind me, it was the sound of the door being gently opened.
Lin Xuanyan paused while turning the pages of the book, without much reaction.
It was Pei Yuhan who pushed the door open. She walked behind Lin Xuanyan, picked up a chair and sat down, quietly looking at this boy who still had a childish face but a somewhat mature temperament.
He no longer had the domineering look of the swordsman in white, and was as well-behaved as he was in the past.
Lin Xuanyan's eyes were still on the book, but after he noticed Pei Yuhan pushing the door open, he couldn't read a single word in the book. He felt a little confused and even a little annoyed.
There were many things he hadn't thought through yet. Since the three of them were accompanying him on the way back, the time he spent alone with Pei Yuhan was pitifully short.
Sometimes, even when they are together, they don't talk much, and it seems that they are both worried.
He couldn't turn the pages of the book anymore, so he put it on the shelf and turned to look at Pei Yuhan. Pei Yuhan was sitting upright, with her back straight and her clothes neatly dressed. She looked very dignified and beautiful.
She is now a little taller than me, with dark hair and a slender figure in plain clothes, looking like an older sister.
And this woman, not too long ago, I kept calling her Master.
The twists and turns of fate are like a three-dimensional Go board, and the changes are thousands of times more complicated than ordinary chess.
Lin Xuanyan searched for words in his mind for a moment, but he still didn't know what to say.
Then he felt something was wrong. Since when did he have to be so careful and attentive when talking to his apprentice, worrying that he might not say the right thing?
What are you worrying about?
He smiled somewhat self-deprecatingly, and just as he was about to speak, Pei Yuhan came up to him.
Lin Xuanyan seemed a little unprepared for the hug that came without warning.
He didn't know whether to retreat or stand still, his hands still hung stiffly at his sides.
His eyes went dark, and he felt something soft on his forehead, as if something had sunk into it. It felt soft, nice to touch, and familiar.
He hesitated for two seconds before coming to his senses. Even he had reddened a little.
He reached out and held her arms, trying to push her away gently.
It's just that Pei Yuhan hugged me so tightly, as if she wanted to suffocate me to death.
This time Pei Yuhan did not cry, and there was a faint smile on her face.
Fortunately, after hugging for a while, Pei Yuhan took the initiative to let go of her hand.
He coughed twice, and found that the faint fragrance lingering in his nose was very pleasant. When he thought about what the fragrance was, he felt a little embarrassed and annoyed. He thought that after not seeing her for five hundred years, the innocent girl back then actually dared to tease him now?
He pretended to be angry and said, "Yuhan, you are so bold to treat me like this."
Pei Yuhan asked seriously: "What should we do then?"
Lin Xuanyan was speechless for a moment, and then the scene where Pei Yuhan asked him to kneel down to be punished suddenly flashed in his mind. He thought about it and said, "Of course I should kneel down."
Pei Yuhan smiled and said, "Do you really dare to accept this gift?"
Lin Xuanyan also laughed angrily: "What is there to be afraid of?"
Pei Yuhan said: "Master, I think you have forgotten the pain now that the wound has healed. Half a year ago, I hit you on the palm of your hand."
Lin Xuanyan was stunned. He didn't expect that she would dare to bring up this matter. He smiled and said, "Are you trying to betray your master and ancestors?"
Pei Yuhan laughed and said, "How dare I?"
Lin Xuanyan said: "If it weren't for the fact that you have suffered so much over the years, I would definitely punish you severely today."
Pei Yuhan shook her head and said, "Those things that we have endured are not called suffering. People always rely on a thought to support themselves in life. If I didn't have a thought, I might have given up long ago. So you don't have to blame yourself. These are my fate and choices. Look, now I have also overcome all the hardships and achieved happiness. I have broken through to the realm of Tongsheng. I finally have some of the charm of you, Master, back then. Isn't it amazing?"
As she laughed, her eyes became red again.
Lin Xuanyan gently lifted the hair that hung down from her cheek, and on her smooth face, a pair of eyes seemed to reflect autumn water.
Everyone has more respect for that world-famous female swordsman.
If you see this look, you will be moved.
But Lin Xuanyan felt a little bitter.
Pei Yuhan smiled and said: "Master, you must practice hard. Your magic power is so low now, how can you protect me?"
"Do you dislike me?" he asked.
"I like you." she said.
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