"…" After a few moments of silence, Jiang Xi almost sneered, but his eyes flashed with horror. "Wang Chuqing, are you crazy? Do you know what you're saying? "
His hands were clenched into fists under his sleeves. He felt dizzy and dizzy, as if a mountain had cracked in his head.
"What does he have to do with me?"
Although Jiang Xi's attitude was firm, Madam Wang's words had already turned him from shock to fear, from fear to suspicion, and from suspicion to anger. All these years, he had thought that he was independent and had no relatives in this world. Son? At this time, she was telling him that Xue Meng was his son? This was simply … absurd!
Madam Wang endured the blood in her throat and gasped. She seemed to feel humiliated, but still insisted, "Junior Martial Brother, you know very well what happened back then. I won't lie to you about Meng 'er's relationship with you."
""
Jiang Xi was quiet for a while and then suddenly started to laugh, a laugh he rarely ever had, with mockery and rage in his eyes.
Silver teeth are clenched, words are cold.
"My son's sister wants to be entrusted to me, so it may not be impossible to talk to me, why do you have to make up such a ridiculous story? Your son's nature and appearance, his body and temperament are not even remotely similar to mine."
Mostly because of the intense uneasiness in his heart, he strives to deny it, flailing his teeth and claws.
"The mess you and Xue Zhengyong left behind, how dare you use such dirty tricks to earn me to clean it up Xue Meng Xue Meng How could it be my son?"
But his heart trembled so much that a voice deep in his consciousness seemed to say to him icily, Yes, he is your child, think of his age, think of how Sister Wang left Lonely Moonlit in the first place, you knock yourself out, the blue sky is above, Jiang Xi, think about it
What is there to think about?
He tore back, almost trapped, tearing the crop of sanity in his mind to pieces.
What makes you think.
After more than twenty years of celibacy, he was suddenly told that he had a son, who was against him in every way, born with a look that he hated so much, and who had claimed another man as his father for so long.
How absurd.
He, Jiang Xi, was not some kind-hearted, good man who would never be a fool without a brain. He would never have fallen for this joke, would never have listened to it, would never have
"Snow Phoenix."
All voices close.
It was as if all light was extinguished at that moment, and Jiang Xi looked around as if he were in the darkness of the night.
For the first time he was so bewildered.
Lady Wang looked at him and said, "Xuehuo."
"What do you mean." The lips stammered, already pale.
Mrs. Wang said softly, "Master, you will not fail to understand."
""
It is indeed impossible for him not to understand.
The Snow Phoenix is his Shenwu, and although others can use it, they cannot bring out the powerful power of the Shenwu. Only his source-blood clan kin can possibly make the Snow Phoenix's heart happy.
Jiang Xi couldn't say a word in a flash.
Without even trying, Madame Wang was able to get the word out to this point, and what else back to Huan he actually seemed to be driven to the brink of extinction.
He was dumbfounded.
"This thing."
It was a long time before Jiang Xi spoke in a hoarse voice, his face white. After the initial frenzy, he was almost exhausted: "This thing, Xue Zhengyong, he knows about it too."
Mrs. Wang said, "He knew all along."
""
Her gaze was tender and pained as she said this.
When Xue Zhengyong met her, she was seventeen years old, when the lotus flower was first blooming.
On that day he rode through Yangzhou on a donkey with a dog's tail in his mouth and happened to meet Wang Chuqing, who had come to the port to buy fabric. Lonely Moonlit had a group of flamboyant female disciples, but he didn't see anyone but Aunt Wang in the crowd.
Xue Zhengyong is a straightforward person, so she went to greet her with a smile.
The other women mocked him for being frivolous, while Wang Chuqing, who is gentle in nature and somewhat embarrassed, turned red and advised him a few times before bowing her head and hurrying away.
Xue Zhengyong fell in love with her at first sight, so he went to Lonely Moonlit every now and then to look for her. In the end, it was rumoured that she was having an affair with a punk at Lonely Moonlit, and even though Wang Chuqing had a good temper, he couldn't take it anymore and was so angry that he kicked him out.
Xue Zhengyong was also a little scoundrel at that time and would not leave.
Aunt Wang said, "Go away, it's hard for me when you're like this.
Xue Zhengyong then said, "You don't have a date, and neither do I. I'm just here to see you, and if you get married one day, I'll disappear immediately.
Aunt Wang is speechless.
Xue Zhengyong just laughs, really, and makes sure it disappears faster than lightning.
He paused and then asked her with some concern, "You you don't already have a sweetheart, do you?"
Aunt Wang's face flushed instantly and she lowered her head, her delicate flower shining through the water, and whispered, "No."
But not a word of truth.
Naturally, she has a sweetheart who is not only her sweetheart, but is also the dreamboat of many female practitioners at Lonely Moonlit.
But as every disciple of Lonely Moonlit knows, Jiang Xi is a scumbag.
He has the handsomest looks, the most powerful hands and the most melodious voice of his peers.
and the most oily of hearts.
This man is aloof and mean-spirited, but capable, ruthless and extremely good-looking, a handsome man who can easily win the hearts of young girls.
Jiang Yechen lives in a world of his own, always hurting people without realising it.
Like many of his sisters, Wang Chuqing had always secretly liked Jiang Xi, but she knew that she was not very good-looking and was older than Jiang Xi, so she did not dare to confess her love to him, because Jiang Xi had never accepted any woman's kindness. If someone dares to make a pass at him, he will scold him until he doesn't even know his own mother and runs away crying. In short, those who can reveal their hearts to Jiang Xi are all great men.
Lady Wang did not feel like a magnate, so she had thought that this affection would eventually wear off with her years and years into old age, and finally be brought to be sealed in a coffin. But then, one day, the Master found them both.
Lonely Moonlit is a sect that specialises in the cultivation of longevity and the nurturing of the spirit, and most of its disciples live to be over 100 years old. All generations of disciples have been practising longevity techniques in the hope of finding a way to live forever, so that they can live freely without ascending to the next level."
It is true that the Lonely Moonlit masters have made such and such attempts to achieve immortality, including, naturally, the dual cultivation method left behind by the Nine Heavenly Maidens.
She and Jiang Xi, one of the purest water and the other of the purest fire, both untouched by human beings, were best suited to cultivate together. At that time, the Master found them in order to allow them to practise together. Wang Chuqing, who had long been in love with Jiang Xi, was overjoyed. But Jiang Xi was not happy, for he was a man dedicated to the Way and detested love affairs as bothersome and useless. He wondered how there could be so many lovers in the world, it was beyond his comprehension.
"Talking about love is a disease. Cure it early if you have a disease."
The words of Jiang Xi, the most beautiful man in Lonely Moonlit, have broken the hearts of many women.
In Jiang Xi's eyes, even the Xuan Nui room technique shouldn't bring any emotions with it; double cultivation is double cultivation. Since the master had asked for it, he did not bother much, so he and his sister closed the door and practised as described in the secret scrolls.
However, the love in the young girl's eyes could not be hidden, and Jiang Xi gradually came to understand how she felt about her sister.
This annoyed and disturbed him.
He practised with her only because he was ordered to do so, without any selfishness. The secret art of dual cultivation itself requires that no mortal thoughts be moved, and that the union of man and woman be for the purpose of merging spiritual streams, and that there be no love or lust.
Because of this, Jiang Xi and her sister have seriously reminded her many times to withdraw her mind and not to think about anything else.
"If your mind is distracted and you continue to double-cultivate like this, I'm afraid you'll go off the rails and your spirit core will tyrannise."
But how could Aunt Wang control her feelings? At last, after her training, she became unstable and her spiritual flow was disrupted, and her consciousness was unclear. It took Jiang Xi a great deal of effort to suppress her Yan Yang spirit core, and he was furious with her, asking her why she had repeatedly disobeyed him and spent her days thinking.
"If you go on like this, don't fix it, it will kill you."
She was so sad at that time that she didn't know where she got the courage to ask him, with tears in her eyes, "Night Sink, are you practicing just for the orders of the Sect?"
Jiang Xi's face was extremely ugly as he asked rhetorically, "What else would it be for?"
Although she had known for a long time that Jiang Xi was as cold as a spring and his heart was as solid as iron. But when she heard him say it, she couldn't bear it, and tears streamed down her face. Feeling ashamed, she raised her hand and wiped them away, but the tears continued, causing her further embarrassment.
And then turned away and never looked back.
After that, Jiang Xi did not come looking for her again for several days, nor did he speak to her when he saw her on the road.
Some of Lonely Moonlit's younger and prettier cultivators saw the clues and laughed at her behind her back, "You were so eager to get involved that you thought you could climb up to Master Jiang."
"Double cultivation is just like double cultivation, but she has to make a fool of herself. If she gets carried away, she'll have to drag our senior brother Night Sink into it."
"Forget it, what a double practice. Senior brother and her do these things for the public. She is doing these things with him for personal reasons. We all know what kind of thoughts she has in mind. Hehe, I think she just wants to take advantage of senior brother for nothing."
"Senior Sister Wang is older than us and has thicker skin than us, yo."
The rumours spread and reached the ears of Xue Zhengyong who, as usual, had come to see Aunt Wang for the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Mr. Xue is a straightforward but not stupid man, and after a short time he understands what has happened. He was so angry that he took care of the little girls and then ran to find Aunt Wang. But when he saw her, he didn't know what to say, he just stared at her blankly, "You".
Wang Chuqing lifts her eyes, which are red and fresh from crying.
Xue Zhengyong said in a frenzied manner, "Don't cry, don't stop those people's gossip, you, you I think you are fine, I I"
Wang Chuqing stood by the willow tree and turned her gaze to the sparkling lake: "I haven't told you the truth before, I have a crush on someone."
"Hmm."
"Then why aren't you leaving?"
Xue Zhengyong scratched his head, "But that guy doesn't like you, he doesn't like you, I can still talk to you, he can't control it."
""
Seeing her silence, Xue Zhengyong hesitated: "Does he care?"
Aunt Wang lowered her head and whispered, "He won't care."
Jiang Xi is nothing to her. From the beginning to the end, it is only an order from the master, her own wishful thinking.
Everyone in the pie says Jiang Xi is scum, but Wang Chuqing thinks it would be mean to condemn a man as scum just because he won't accept someone's affection.
Jiang Xi never lied to anyone about his feelings, never gave anyone hope, it was they who were like moths to a flame, knowing that he was cold and heartless, but chasing after him with wishful thinking.
By this point, she actually felt embarrassed and wanted to let it go.
But, by mistake, the disciple in charge of the medicine was confused and had made a mistake in the preparation of a potion one day before, or perhaps it was something else Aunt Wang found out she was pregnant.
She felt panicked and helpless, not knowing what her sisters and teachers would say about her and ridicule her when word of this got out, or what Jiang Xi's attitude would be. Unable to do anything about it, she was so anxious that she finally decided to go to the Master.
But when she arrived outside the master's house, before she could knock on the door, she heard a cold, faint voice coming from inside, and it was Jiang Xi who was speaking.
"Senior sister's mortal heart is unstable and her spirit core is becoming more and more tyrannical, now she can't even control her spirit flow when she performs a little spell, if this continues I am afraid it will hurt her. I implore you to withdraw the order for dual cultivation, I can no longer cultivate with her."
"Alas, Xi'er, why don't you speak to her again and perhaps"
"There's no need to say it again. I have told her many times, but she is not suitable for this course." Jiang Xi said, "Hatsumaki's mind is too easily swayed, it's useless."
The Master asked, "So what are you going to do next"
Jiang Xi said, "If there is no one to purify and break the mind, then there is no more practice."
The Master sighed, "I know, go ahead. Cleansing and cutting off thoughts is the hardest hurdle in the path of dual cultivation, and I don't know if Lonely Moonlit will ever have someone like you in these decades who is free of distractions."
Jiang Xi didn't leave immediately, but stood in place for a while and asked, "Was it difficult?"
"Hardly." The Master gave him a look, "You've been with Wang Chuqing for so long that you haven't had a single waver"
Jiang Xi asks, almost a little uncomfortably, "Why would I falter"
The Master stared at Jiang Xi for a moment, not seeing half an inch of hypocrisy in the young man's eyes, which then doubly surprised him, and after a moment's deliberation, he asked, " Jiang Xi, what is Wang Chuqing in your eyes"
"Big Sister."
"What about the double practice?"
"The object of double practice."
"Nothing else"
"Nothing else."
""
Jiang Xi frowned when he saw the complicated look on his face: "Is it time for something else?"
"No." Half a long time later, the old master, whose hair was already spotted, sighed, "After so many years, the disciples' double cultivation has never been able to pass the love barrier. You are the first. But unfortunately, I don't know who will be able to complete this great event with you."
On that day, neither Jiang Xi nor the Master knew that their conversation had fallen on Aunt Wang's ears. If Aunt Wang's mother had had any illusions, any hope at all, then this conversation had made her body raw. But this conversation has sent chills down her spine and caused her to lose face.
It's so embarrassing. She really didn't know how to stand in the sect again and didn't know what face she should show to others. Her spine had already been poked by her sisters and brothers before, and if it became known that she had also inadvertently had a child with Senior Brother Jiang
She shuddered at the mere thought of it, and she no longer dared to stay in the sect. Starry Night fled Linling Island.
"You did not run away with Xue Zhengyong."
Mrs. Wang said, "No."
Jiang Xi's eyes suddenly closed, not knowing what to say.
He was indeed a thin-skinned man, bent on nothing but his own great path. He had never touched a woman in his life except for Madam Wang, and he felt no affection for his elder sister back then. But when he heard that Madame Wang had eloped with Xue Zhengyong and left the island, he still frowned somewhat.
He felt that relationships in the world really do not last as long as flowers and plants, and that women in the world are really unreliable, even this sister, who was full of affection for him, still did not say that she had left with someone else.
Since then, he has become more and more averse to love affairs, and even a little cold in the teeth.
It was only after twenty years that he finally heard the truth of this past story from his elder sister. The best years of their lives have all passed away.
It was only after a long time that Jiang Xi said, "Then why did you have to leave Lonely Moonlit?"
"I can no longer exist under the same roof as you, Master." Twenty years later, Madam Wang was finally able to look at him calmly like this, "All men have dignity, and I have no face to stand in the Master's House any longer."
""
"I wanted to strangle Xue Meng in my belly, but I couldn't bear it." Lady Wang said lightly, "So I was alone and travelled a lot. Then I gave birth to my child and yours in Baidi City. Xue Meng was already one year old when Zhengyong found me and stayed by my side. He knew who he was all along."
As she spoke, she began to cough up blood again.
When she went off the rails and cultivated to the point where her spirit core was tyrannical, she had been suppressing it all these years and never used her spells. Now, with the Phoenix fire rising and the flames raging in the sky, her life has come to an end.
Lady Wang slowly stopped coughing, her breathing had become somewhat disturbed, and she said, "Master, the so-called captivity of Zheng Yong to take me back to the top of death and life for marriage is a word he has released to the public. He has never been afraid of embarrassing me or of embarrassing Xue Meng."
Her eyes wandered for a long time before falling on the body of Xue Zhengyong.
Yet it was only a moment before it stung.
She thought of the year she got married and Xue Zhengyong smilingly said to her, "Come on, from now on, don't think about the past. That bad guy used to make you look bad at Lonely Moonlit. I won't."
"You're with me, and I'm going to make you look good for the rest of your life."
"As long as I'm here, I won't let you suffer half as much."
Madame Wang turned her face away, she was trembling minutely.
A gentleman's promise is a promise he cannot keep.
Xue Zhengyong did it, and when he was there she never had to show her face and was never made to feel bad. The tears she shed, the humiliation she suffered, the blood she shed, all came after he was gone.
"All these years, he did not care that I was too weak to conceive again. Nor did he care that Xue Meng was not his own flesh and blood and that he treated him as his own. Xue Meng Xue Meng grew up without suffering much."
She closed her eyes, her face white to transparency.
"Now we are all no longer able to protect him."
Jiang Xi stands numbly.
"Brother, you will count these twenty years as my revenge on you or whether you want to resent or hate or resentment to count on me alone."
Madame Wang's voice grew soft and faint.
"Please help him and don't let anyone else do him any harm."
In the end, she murmured in a voice as soft as a flutter, "Night Sink please"
The Phoenix Heavenly Fire covered the sky, and Jiang Xi stood in the midst of this sea of fire, the heaven and earth were all the same blazing scarlet colour. He looked at the woman on the high seat. Her eyes were closed and downcast, as if she were asleep. He thought she might have something more to say, not to mention that she had just promised Xue Meng that mother and son would meet at Frost Palace, so he waited patiently.
He waited for her to stand up and told himself it was all a sham, a joke, a farce.
He waited a long time in a stoic manner, until his face grew more and more gloomy, his heartbeat more and more dull, his blood colder and colder.
She, however, never spoke again.
Mrs. Wang and Xue Zhengyong retired together.
She was once a high-ranking female cultivator of a famous family, gentle and virtuous. Later people said that she was taken by Xue Zhengyong and became his wife, while others said that she eloped with Xue Zhengyong and then became a wife, and there were many different opinions, no one knew the truth. Over the years, many people at the top of the Dead Life felt that Lady Wang might not have liked her husband very much, but was just too timid to complain.
But no matter what anyone said or thought, the moment she learned of Xue Zhengyong's death, she had already made up her mind to go. She did not know whether it was a martyrdom for love or for something else. In the end, perhaps even she did not understand what this woman was thinking. Whether she was grateful to her husband or whether she loved him, and whether her feelings for Jiang Xi had already been eroded, she could not tell.
There are many things in this world for which there is no clear answer.
In the end, all she could actually think of in a vague way was a poem she had read in a window years ago
"But I will open my eyes long into the night to repay my life's unexplored brow."
She was newly married to Xue Zhengyong at the time, and she was reminded of her teenage years at Lonely Moonlit. She looked out of the window, and the fog in the Middle Shu Area was always so heavy, gathering and scattering as if the ground was full of white clouds that no one had swept away.
I don't know about heaven and earth.
Someone approached her and she was so distracted that she vaguely thought it was Jiang Xi. But when a cold coat was placed on her shoulders. The dream woke up.
For she knew that Jiang Xi would never know her warmth.
Lady Wang turned back to the west window, where the candle was shining, when it rained at night in Bashan.
The handsome young husband was looking at himself with a smile, scratching his head, "It's cold, be careful not to freeze."
The Loyalty Palace is thickly carpeted with doujinshi, the favourite floral motif of the King's wife. Jiang Xi walks out of this hall full of tulips, his expression still indifferent, even more wooden than usual.
"With a creak, he pushed open the door of the temple.
He was about to leave the place when he saw Xue Meng, who was motionless and corpse white, at the moment he opened the door.