Ye Yang's eyes were like a sharp sword, piercing Zhao Wuji's heart.

The air in the back mountain was filled with a suppressed and tense atmosphere.

It was so quiet that the only sound you could hear was the rustling of leaves in the wind.

There was a "pop" sound!
Zhao Wuji was slapped to the ground by Ye Yang, and a bright red palm print immediately appeared on his face.

He looked at Ye Yang in horror, his eyes full of disbelief.

"Good means."

Ye Yang looked at Zhao Wuji coldly, his voice low and cold.

"As expected of the Minister of War, you are an expert at playing tricks. It was you who caused Yan Qingying to be seriously injured."

Zhao Wuji's lips trembled as he tried to defend himself.

"Ancestor... Ancestor, you misunderstood. It wasn't me. I... I can testify."

He took a step forward, approaching Zhao Wuji with an intimidating aura.

"Some people in this world are cunning, some are dissolute, some are good at disguising themselves, some are honest and sincere, and some, although they have profound cultivation, have never been polished by the world and their minds are always average..."

Zhao Wuji felt the powerful pressure emanating from Ye Yang, and became more and more frightened.

He had witnessed the horror of this ancestor with his own eyes. With a slight wave of his hand, the space between heaven and earth was filled with terrifying swords and sharp blades, like an upside-down river in the sky.

The Dragon Taming Sect was considered a top-notch powerful sect among the several states in the southeast of the Dayun Dynasty, but its gate was easily destroyed by the enemy.

The powerful real warriors were chopped to death at will in the hands of the opponent, just like cutting melons and vegetables.

He knew that he had no power to fight back against Ye Yang.

I had to lower my head.

"Grandmaster, I admit that I am a little selfish. I know that she is a fairy and I am a mortal ant. I don't want her to leave me."

Ye Yang smiled coldly.

"These are not the reasons why you kept her injuries secret until the very end before informing the sect."

After hearing this, Ye Yang frowned and his anger grew even stronger.

Zhao Wuji had a complicated expression.

"Senior, things are not as simple as you think. It is undeniable that I did make mistakes, but I also have my own difficulties."

Ye Yang's tone was full of disdain.

"Hardship? Your so-called hardship is taking advantage of innocent people?"

The atmosphere became increasingly solemn.

After a long time, Ye Yang finally put away his aura.

Zhao Wuji had already been frightened by the pressure and was sweating profusely, with his legs trembling like sieves.

After Ye Yang had restrained his aura, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, but he almost collapsed to the ground.

"Yan Qingying was cultivated by the sect with countless efforts."

"If anything goes wrong with her, you will be killed no matter what."

After Ye Yang finished speaking, he left the back mountain, leaving Zhao Wuji standing on the back mountain of Feitian Gate, facing the cold wind, silent for a long time.

Ye Yang's footsteps were slow and heavy.

The cold wind blew across his cheeks, but it couldn't dispel the doubts in his heart.

He repeatedly pondered over the word "love calamity" that Tian Yan Di Qiu Yi student had mentioned when he came last time.

An inexplicable emotion surged in my heart.

I don’t know if it was confusion, vigilance, or some indescribable premonition.

It’s hard to explain.

The word love can be as gentle as water or as strong as fire.

Sometimes it is complex and changeable, and sometimes it is full of fetters, making people fall into endless troubles.

Although he met several women along the way, he never took the word love too seriously in his heart.

What he has always pursued is the avenue of the blue sky, eternal youth, watching the ups and downs of the human world, and being an immortal "immortal in the world".

Those women are more for companionship, or perhaps a need.

Even the birth of his son Ye Fan was often accompanied by an indescribable passivity and calmness.

So, he couldn't understand.

However, he knew deeply the power of emotional disaster.

Many years ago, a princess of the ancient white snake demon clan was a descendant of a noble family with unspeakable noble bloodline, but she encountered a love disaster.

She met a man by the lake and fell in love with him from then on. She even removed her immortal bones, destroyed her cultivation, turned herself into a mortal, and was deeply trapped in it. She also gave birth to a child.

He was pressed under the golden pagoda that guarded the mountain, and would never be able to be reborn.

It is rumored that Ananda, a disciple of Buddha, met a woman before he became a monk and he fell in love with her ever since.

For this reason, he even abandoned the golden body of Buddha and claimed that he was willing to transform himself into a stone bridge, and endure the wind, sun, and rain for five hundred years, just for the girl to walk across the bridge.

The word love is too torturous.

It is not simply love or hate, but something that is hard to describe.

Ye Yang knew the severity of love in the mortal world. Looking at the rolling mountains in the distance, his mind was filled with thoughts.

"If love is a necessary path, then we have no choice but to face it. I think once the difficulties and obstacles are over, there will be a day when the road will become smooth."

Thinking of this, he went to Yan Qingying's ward.

Ye Yang looked at Yan Qingying in front of the bed with mixed feelings.

At this moment, she has indeed reached the worst moment.

The blood of poisonous beasts is very powerful. It is originally a mixture of various strange poisons from the northern border, southern wilderness, and western regions.

The Three Kings Fighting Heaven Seal practiced by Yan Qingying is also extraordinary, it is a first-class killing technique.

The three beast-shaped creatures, male Suanni, male white tiger and male heavenly wolf, interacted with the poisonous blood, making the power of the poisonous beasts' evil blood even greater.

It can drive magic power into Yan Qingying's body and shatter the poisonous blood of the beast.

However, Yan Qingying's physical body at the warrior level could not withstand the impact of the magic power at the golden elixir level.

Soon he will become a useless person.

Even reduced to ashes!
Ye Yang brought Yan Qingying to the back mountain of Feitianmen.

Beneath the mountain in the back hill, there is a dense underground space, where not only the eighteenth generation seeds of Nine-Leaf Heavenly Fragrance Fruit and Red Flame Flying Crow Gourd are planted.

Moreover, the rich spiritual springs in the space can strengthen the body and eliminate toxins.

After placing Yan Qingying in the spiritual spring, Ye Yang waved his hand slightly, and a huge spiritual river appeared behind him.

The Sanbao Spirit River roared out and soon filled the entire space.

Afterwards, Ye Yang took out another spiritual herb.

This is the Bone Blood-Growing Grass, which was obtained from the medicinal field of dragon energy in the earth's veins this time. It has a very strong ability to purify blood.

He threw out the White Bone Blood-Growing Grass and several other auxiliary medicinal materials, and soon, amid the whistling sound of the Sanbao Spiritual River, they had boiled them into a bright red tonic pill.

After feeding the pill to Yan Qingying, the paleness on her face finally showed a hint of redness, and she slowly woke up.

"Brother, I feel ashamed of the sect's cultivation and my brother's instructions. I did not complete this mission."

Yan Qingying was interrupted by Ye Yang before she could finish her words.

Ye Yang shook his head and gently stroked her hair with his hand.

"Junior sister, it's already this hour, why are you still talking about these things?"

Yan Qingying sighed.

Ye Yang looked at her and spoke.

"Are you really attracted to that mortal?"

Yan Qingying raised her head slightly. Under the moonlight, her eyes flashed with complex light, as if she was weighing something.

After a long time, she opened her red lips and spoke in a low and firm voice.

"Brother, I... I don't know if it was heart-throb or not. I just felt an indescribable peace in my heart when I was with him."

"People who practice cultivation should cut off their seven emotions and six desires, but I find that I can't do it."

"The life span of mortals is short, but we have a long life. I know that this relationship is both a luxury and a constraint for me."

"But it was indeed a very pleasant and happy time to spend with him."

Speaking of this, Yan Qingying's eyes became a little blurry, as if she was recalling every moment she had spent with that mortal.

"It made me feel another kind of warmth beyond life, which cannot be brought by spiritual practice. Although I know it can't last long, I still can't help wanting to get closer."

Ye Yang listened quietly without interrupting her. He knew that at this moment, Yan Qingying needed someone to listen.

After she finished speaking, Ye Yang spoke slowly.

"The word love is hard to describe. Junior sister, you don't need to blame yourself too much. Everyone has the right to pursue their own happiness, even practitioners are no exception."

"It's just that you're in too deep now."

"As cultivators, we should put climbing the immortal path first, and not indulge in romantic relationships."

Yan Qingying was stunned for a moment, and Ye Yang pointed out with one finger, using a special technique to dredge Yan Qingying's meridians and reduce the negative effects of the toxin.

After Ye Yang's treatment, Yan Qingying's injuries finally healed a lot and her complexion recovered a little.

But Ye Yang knew that this was only a temporary solution and not a fundamental solution.

If you want to cure it completely, you need something else.

And it is not difficult to obtain this thing.

But it may cause lifelong regret.

At the same time, it also tests his conscience.

People who love each other in this world often cannot be together, while people who do not love each other often have to walk hand in hand due to fate.

Maybe it was a trick of fate, or maybe it was God's arrangement.

Three days later.

Also in the quiet room underground in the back mountain, Yan Qingying had recovered a lot from her injuries after recuperation a few days ago.

But in the past few days, the power of the poisonous beast's blood has been getting stronger and stronger.

The power of the Bone Blood Grass is already making it difficult to suppress the poisonous blood of the beast.

She looked dazed, and a layer of black and white tiger hair covered in blood appeared on her skin.

This is the characteristic formed on her body surface after the White Tiger Fighting Sun Art and the poisonous beast's blood mixed together.

Ye Yang knew that she was already terminally ill.

If we don't save him, there's no hope.

Ye Yang shook his head and stepped back.

tenth day.

Ye Yang came to the quiet room again.

He took out a pill in front of Yan Qingying.

This pill is quite strange, with a blood-red luster. It looks like a human heart, and also like a pill.

"two"

Inside is a pool of blood, like a flowing source of life, which is both shocking and mysterious.

Seeing that she remained silent, Ye Yang explained softly.

"Take it."

"Brother, this is..."

Ye Yang spoke.

"Junior sister, this elixir is made by me using my own secret technique, combined with strange things, it is incomparable to ordinary elixirs."

He paused and continued.

"Now, it may be your only hope to escape from the poisonous beast's blood."

Yan Qingying stared at the pill in her hand, with a myriad of thoughts in her mind.

At this moment, she felt the special power contained in this pill.

For some reason, I felt a palpitation.

"Don't just stand there, take it."

She took a deep breath and looked up at Ye Yang.

"Thank you, senior brother."

Done.

Yan Qingying slowly put the pill into her mouth and closed her eyes.

As the pill was swallowed.

A powerful energy surged within Yan Qingying's body.

She could feel the power.

He is fighting fiercely against the poisonous beast blood in his body.

A faint light diffused outside the body.

The power of the poisonous beast's blood in the body was gradually disappearing, the tiger hair faded away, and was replaced by an indescribable sense of relief.

"This thing seems...seems a little familiar."

Slowly, she finally knew what this thing was.

When she opened her eyes, she found that the space was empty.

My senior brother is gone, and there is only a letter in front of me.

It was left by Zao Wou-Ki.

She opened the letter and after reading it, she remained silent for a long time.

I walked up the mountain alone, looking at the bright moonlight, tears silently falling.

I am still thinking about the contents of the letter.

"Qingying, when you see this letter, I will no longer be alive, but don't worry..."

"Using strange things to forcibly extend life, cutting out the heart and liver of a loved one to make pills, using one's own life as a price to forcibly extend the life of another person, this is evil magic, but it is the right way to save people, and I have no regrets."

"I have exchanged several decades of my life for thousands of years of your path. I am very satisfied and happy. Please don't come looking for my corpse, or I am afraid you will not be able to bear it."

After reading the last word, a pattern of two people hugging each other is left.

It was that day when the poisonous beast's blood entered her body.

The two hid inside the cliff.

That him!
Pick up a shell and place it in her palm with pure love.

It was also her who, when she was being chased by the enemy and seriously injured, Zhao Wuji held her in his arms and did his best to protect her and gave her warmth.

It's him.

After knowing her identity, he gave up his own life, even if it meant cutting out his heart and liver, but he still didn't leave her and vowed to spend the rest of his life with her.

She originally thought that she had become calm and composed since she started practicing, but she was destroyed by each and every tenderness.

However, fate always seems to play jokes on people.

Just when the two thought they could go through all the ups and downs hand in hand.

Sudden changes can always put lovers into unprecedented crises.

Tears slid silently, and Yan Qingying's heart was filled with conflicting emotions.

On one hand, there is the grief of losing a loved one, and on the other hand, there is the fear of the unknown.

"Since you are leaving, I will follow in your footsteps."

"Wuji, your mortal body is just as extraordinary as that of a cultivator. I don't want to owe you anything."

After saying that, she took out a sword.

I want to kill myself.

Just as Yan Qingying was about to take action, an arm grabbed her wrist tightly.

The sword couldn't cut through at all.

When I looked back, I realized it was my senior brother.

"The sect has trained you for many years, and now you want to seek death so easily?"

"His passing is a loss for all of us, but you can't follow him in this way."

Ye Yang's voice was gentle but firm.

"The reason why he sacrificed his life was that what he wanted most was for you to live on with strength."

Yan Qingying's tears welled up again, but her sword slowly dropped.

"It's always easy to die, but it's harder to live."

Ye Yang's voice was low and powerful, and every word he said was like a heavy hammer hitting Yan Qingying's heart.

She put down her sword and let the tears fall.

"I know……"

Her voice was trembling, but her eyes were dull.

"I want to live strong for Wuji, for the sect, and for myself."

"Fool, wake up quickly."

When Yan Qingying heard this.

It was as if I was struck by lightning, and an unprecedented enlightenment emerged in my heart.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

Feeling the breath flowing around her, it seemed as if the whole world stopped for her.

After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes.

"Brother, I thought I was dreaming, but when I woke up, I realized it was reality."

The waves are relentless to the east and west, the road is covered with smoke and dust. Is it the waves that are relentless or is it the road that is too ruthless?

She didn't know and didn't want to ask.

The body is tired and the mind is tired and there is no freedom anywhere.

Only by abandoning the world and forgetting thoughts can you broaden your eyes and see the green mountains.

But love is a prison, gratitude is a prison, and the heart is always trapped.

Only when you look at the green mountains can you see the world.

At this moment, Yan Qingying suddenly had an epiphany.

I just feel the magic power in my body surging and never stopping.

It was as if she was being pulled by an invisible force, constantly flowing and converging, and finally forming an unprecedented vortex of magic power in her dantian.

This change shocked Yan Qingying, but also filled her with surprise.

She closed her eyes and tried to feel the source of the power.

As her breathing gradually became steady, Yan Qingying discovered that her state of mind seemed to have undergone subtle changes as well.

Feeling the surging power in her body, Yan Qingying slowly stood up and faced the rolling mountains in the distance.

"Junior sister, if you don't get enlightenment today, when will you?"

Ye Yang stood aside and said with a smile.

Yan Qingying turned her head.

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