The other side of time

Chapter 20

The teleportation circle of Liuyue City reached the waterside of Wushan.

Shen Ye didn't believe in Feng Ya, not from the beginning.On Fengya's body, there are male and female Gu cast by Tong, even if they are separated by thousands of miles, the male Gu can still find the location of the female Gu.

However, it was still a step late.

Under the dark water surface, the tomb of the goddess has already collapsed into ruins, the movements of the Gu insects indicate that Feng Ya is dead, and the trace of Xie Yi has been lost.

"This subordinate is ineffective, please punish Ziwei Zun." Hua Yue knelt in front of Shen Ye and said.

After so many years, it was hard to find Xie Yi's whereabouts. Now that Feng Ya died, all the clues were cut off again.

"Get up, I know that you have tried your best." Shen Ye put his hands behind his back, looked up at the bright moon in the sky and said, "It's okay to lose you, Xie Yi will definitely show up on his own initiative in a short time."

"Why is Your Majesty so determined?"

"Ju Muzhi. He will never ignore the throwing of Ju Muzhi. I believe that within a few months, I will be able to reunite with him. Whether it is one Xie Yi or two Xie Yi..." Shen Ye After a pause, an imperceptible smile curled up on the corner of his mouth: "It's all... very much looking forward to."

At this moment, Shen Ye didn't know that there was only one Xie Yi left who would go in front of him.

At that time, Yu Qi and A Ruan forcibly took Xie Yi away from the collapsing tomb of the goddess and returned to Jingshui Lake.

In the first few days, Xie Yi was silent, sleepless, just sitting, holding the half-cut handle of the knife in a daze, as if his soul had been pulled away.It was picked up by Yu Qi before he left, but he didn't expect him to hold on to it as soon as he saw it.A Ruan was talking to him, and Yu Qi shook his head and sighed beside him, but he couldn't hear anything.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he saw Chu Qi's last smile at him in the gap between Shimen.

I can't believe it, I can't believe it, his seventh day was just left behind that closed stone door.At that time, the accident happened too fast, just in an instant, it was the difference between life and death.

Heh... Zhaoming Jianxin, who thought he was invincible, can't even open a small stone door...

He thought more than once, how wonderful it would be if he was the one standing on the bridge at that time.

He remembered the few words Shennong left in the mirror of the third generation.

"...The living will end sometimes, but the dead will never be recovered...In this vast world, everything has an end, birth, old age, sickness and death, joys and sorrows... Saddened by the life and death of the husband, there is no one to replace him, and ten thousand calamities cannot be redeemed..."

At that time, I didn't feel much touched. It wasn't until I also experienced a farewell that I realized that every word was crying blood.

Later he locked himself in Yanjiafang.

Inside there was the Yanjia man whose appearance he had completed before entering the tomb of the goddess.This Yanjia man was once placed in the picture of Taoyuan Xianju. At this moment, he is wearing the same white robe as Xie Yi, sitting on a chair in Yanjia's room, with his eyes closed, as if he is in a deep sleep.

It was exactly the same face as him and Chu Qi, and it took him a lot of thought to make this face exactly like the two of them.

Xie Yi took some cinnabar, dipped it in with a brush, and drew two bright red marks under Yanjiaren's right eye, exactly like the magic lines on Chu Qi's face.Then, he caressed Yanjiaren's cheek, embraced him in his arms, and hugged him tightly.

"Chuqi...Chuqi..." He murmured, crying and laughing, the body of Yanjiaren was very similar to a real person, but no matter how he called, there would be no response.

Ah Ruan had never seen Xie Yi like this.

He is haggard, his bones are pinched, and he doesn't say a word all day, only running between the study and Yanjia's room.It often took a long time before I saw him eat a little of the fruit sent to him.If it weren't for the brilliance and hope in those eyes, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to describe him as a walking dead.

She said to Yu Qi: "Brother Xie Yi's current appearance is really worrying."

"Little girl, what do you know?" Yu Qi snorted habitually, and then sighed heavily, "I didn't expect him to be so persistent."

"I don't understand, but I think Brother Chu Qi must be a very important person to Brother Xie Yi..."

It's more than important.

For Xie Yi, Chu Qi is another him in the world, his own shadow, one soul in two bodies.Without him, the three souls and seven souls are like being torn in half.

He is trying various methods to bring Chu Qi back to life.

For example, the art of summoning souls seen in ancient books.If Chu Qi's three souls and seven spirits can be summoned back and possessed by this Yanjia man, then even though Chu Qi cannot be regarded as a living person in the future, at least he can return to Xie Yi's side.

He planed the study into a mess, flipped through the files all night long, searching hard.

There are no less than three kinds of spiritual spells recorded in the book.Some need to use treasures that connect yin and yang, some need to use their own blood as a guide, and some need the birth date of the soul-caller.However, no matter which one is used, the real name of the person to be summoned is required.And "Chuqi" is just a code name, representing the seventh living puppet of Liuyue City, not a name.

His past, his real name, everything has not had time to tell Xie Yi.

If the summoning of the soul fails, there must be other ways.

He turned the idea of ​​the meditation box that he had a long time ago into a real thing.

Store your own memory, gather the spirits of yin and yang and the five elements, and then put the meditation box into the Yanjia man's skull, and perform the magic technique of activating the Yanjia.The Yanjia man who was exactly like him had the ability to think since then. He slowly opened his eyes, facing his maker, raised his hand in confusion and clumsily, and stroked Xie Yi's eyes: "Chu Qi ?”

Why is the first word he uttered after he had the ability to think is Chu Qi?

Xie Yi desperately corrected: "No, no, I'm not Chu Qi, I'm Xie Yi, I..."

The Yanjia man looked at him with an extremely sad expression, if Xie Yi looked in the mirror at this moment, he would have seen it, it was exactly the same as his expression at the moment.The Yanjia man hugged his head and said intermittently: "No...you are Xie Yi, then who am I...Chu Qi...Chu Qi is...where...in..."

He spoke more and more slowly, the gears in his body creaked strangely, and finally sat back on the chair and did not move anymore.

Xie Yi opened his head, and sure enough, he saw that the small metal box had turned dark brown.What kind of complex emotions and memories made the meditation box unable to bear the load and stopped functioning instantly?

Sort out the memories and emotions in the meditation box with the weapon of heaven, reunite a spirit of yin and yang and five elements, and put it into the skull of the Yanjia man...

After doing this, Xie Yi suddenly realized that even if the Yanjia people could speak and walk like ordinary people, so what?

His Yan Shu is the best in the world, but even if he devotes all his life's knowledge, no matter how hard he studies and studies, he can only make a copy of himself.In any case, it is impossible to create a Chu Qi.

Xie Yi stared out of the window in a daze, the area around Jingshui Lake was already covered with snow and frozen.

When Chuqi first came here, it was still midsummer.But in just half a year, so many things happened.

He sighed, wiped away the two bright red cinnabar marks under Yanjiaren's right eye, and said, "Forget it, it's useless for you to carry so many things."

Let him remember Yanshu, remember Liuyue City, and remember that there was once a person named Chu Qi who was exactly like him. This is enough, and there is no need to give him more emotions.

The ancient sword Han Guang on the sword stand had already been hung with spider webs, but Yu Qi hadn't seen him appear for many days.Xie Yi took off the sword and wiped the three-foot green blade clean without leaving any dust.

Some things still have to be done.

No matter whether he wins or loses, he probably won't return to Jingshui Lake again.If you lose, you don't need to say too much. If you win, you will definitely stay in Liuyue City, and you will be entangled in various affairs. It will be difficult to set foot in the world again for dozens or even hundreds of years.In the past 20 years, he has traveled all over the world and seen the world of mortals. It is time to go back and pick up his own responsibilities.

Ah Ruan insisted on following.She said that she doesn't care about the collapse of her spiritual power, even if she consumes too much and turns back into dew grass, that is her own choice.Anyway, sooner or later, her spiritual power will be exhausted, so she prefers to do something that she won't regret.

After all, Xie Yi did not agree to her.

He has already lost a junior seventh day, and he can no longer let Ah Ruan put himself in danger, exhausted his spiritual power, and lost his human form.Still, he made up his mind and sealed her in the picture of Taoyuan Xianju, only hoping to find a way to solve her spiritual power collapse in the future, and then unseal her.

When the ice and snow melted and the peach blossom outside the window spit out the first bud, he embarked on the journey to Liuyue City alone.

After arriving at the shore of the lake, Xie Yi wanted to take another look at the house that he had lived in for several years. When he turned his head, he saw that Yanjia man, whose memories and feelings had been deleted to the point that he was a little dull, was supporting himself. A green bamboo umbrella.Far away, standing at the door, bid him farewell with his eyes, the same white robe as his body fluttered slightly in the wind.

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Of course this is not the end!