C75 (2/2)

”Lady Yue, if we continue on this path, you will be exhausted of your spiritual energy before reaching the Flying Tusk City.” Lady Yue, if we continue on this path, you will be exhausted of your spiritual energy before reaching the Flying Tusk City.

Yue Qingsi frowned and thought for a moment before she shook her head.

I smiled wryly and let her do as she pleased until the fifth day.

”Lady Yue, if this continues, I won't be able to support it anymore?”

”Lady Yue, it's time for us to rest. If you want to continue, please forgive us for not accompanying you!”

”Lady Yue?” ”Lady Yue?”

She reached out to pat her arm, but unexpectedly, she suddenly turned her head to stare at me. Her eyes were bloodshot.

”Lady Yue, you …”

Before she could finish her words, Yue Qingsi rolled her eyes and fainted. I held her in my arms. Heavens, if it was just you alone, at such a high distance, it would be strange if you didn't fall to your death. At that time, if others found out that a great master of the False Sky Realm actually fell to his death while flying, you would become the laughingstock of the cultivators.

When we reached a town, I found an inn and asked for a room. Fortunately, she hadn't fully recovered yet and was just forcefully using up her spiritual energy, so she wasn't in any danger of dying. After feeding her a spiritual energy recovery pill, I closed the door and let her rest.

I don't know when it started, but I liked to sit by the window and quietly watch the crowd, even if I didn't think, even if I didn't feel. In the Killing Array, I once again faced the feeling of death. I know, actually, I'm extremely afraid of death, not because I still need to take revenge, but purely because of that fear, fear of that darkness, fear of that loneliness, and this fear of death, left a trace of emptiness in my heart with Master Hui Kong's buddhist arts. I don't even have the previous anger towards revenge anymore, it's as if passivity is greater than initiative, these two words seemed to be a kind of burden in my heart, only a type of mission.

Have I changed?

Looking at the bustling streets, I was at a loss.

Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw Yue Qingsi sitting across me. She was staring blankly at the stream of people outside the window, a hint of reminiscence in her eyes.

I did not disturb her, she was the same kind of person as I was, we were all after our revenge, and perhaps she was even more lost than I was, for nearly forty years later she was still alone on the road to revenge, but I did not know what kind of obsession she had in mind to be able to persevere, to find the truth even before her wounds were healed.

Time, in the eyes of us cultivators, isn't that important. It's just a concept, a concept that sometimes doesn't even exist.

The sunset gradually came down, and the tempting darkness of the night enveloped the drunken people, and our thoughts, in the midst of people's fake or real laughter, pulled back to reality.

Yue Qingsi glanced at me. Perhaps I was a little confused, but it seemed that I could see a trace of sadness in her eyes. However, it disappeared in a flash. She only left behind a deep spring, recounting her memories.

”I have a feeling, a feeling, that we are very similar …”

Yue Qingsi's words surprised me a little, because in my mind, these few days she was the kind of person with a fiery temper that didn't smile at all. Her black clothes were extremely compatible with hers, and perhaps it was because I saved her that she was willing to speak to me at this moment.

”Because you and I are both bearers of memories.”

My reply caused her eyes to quiver slightly. It seems that they shared a trace of sympathy for the same illness. Perhaps it was due to her not revealing the depression in her heart for a very long time. After a long time, she said something that caused her image in my eyes to be completely overturned.

”I have a sister called Yue Liuli. Back then, we were also in a small mountain village, and because of my rudeness, the adults in the village liked her more, including my parents. Seeing her being praised and doted on, I was very jealous. At the same time, I was very envious …”

Tonight, there was no moon in the sky, and the night was rather dark. It was an unlikable night, and Yue Qing's hair was slightly raised as she stared unblinkingly at the dark clouds. She seemed to be talking to herself, recounting her hidden sorrow.

”Yue Qingsi, Yue Liu-Li, even her name is enough to say that she is more popular than me. What strong reason do I have not to hate her?”

Days passed, and my hatred for her became stronger and stronger. When I was nine, she was seven and the bandits came, they killed the villagers and kidnapped me and her …

”I'm scared, I'm crying, but she's calmed down and used her intelligence to let me live a peaceful life with her in the bandit's nest. 2 years, I committed a mistake and she carried some food for me, if there's anything delicious, she'll give it to me …”

Yue Qing was crying, perhaps even she did not realize how delicate she looked right now, her face as pale as a piece of paper.

”One day, she finally found a chance. A chance to escape, but I betrayed her out of fear and jealousy! She had her legs broken, so she stayed alone in the woodshed. In that month, although I had good food and good clothes, I was never that lonely. I was so helpless before.

”When she was released, I saw her limp towards me. I cried, I wished that she would hit me and scold me, but she didn't, she hugged me and said she was sorry, I hurt her, but she said she was sorry, it was supposed to be my words …”

”Enough! ”Needless to say, there are a lot of things. The more I think about it, the more my heart hurts.” I poured a glass of wine and pushed it gently in front of her.

Yueqing's eyes were red as she looked at me. I saw her tears fall into her mouth and into the wine as well.

”I want to!” After drinking the wine in one gulp, Yue Qing clenched her teeth, endured the extreme pain, and almost shouted, ”When you looked at the crowd below you, the emotion in your eyes was the same as mine, the sadness, the confusion, but the pain in your heart, the choice to hide, the choice to bury it, I am different. I will flip the scars over every few days, and let my heart ache once more, because I am afraid, I will become numb one day, and only when I slowly tear open the scars will I feel that I am still alive!”