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Chapter 43]

It was the eighth and ninth day of winter, and there was constant rain and snow in the world.The heaven on Jiuchongtian is the same as before. If there is any major event, it is estimated that only after a thousand years, the immortals will finally see Xianjun Wenjing.

Wen Jing lay in bed for a few days before waking up, her complexion was not very good, but she also smiled and met the immortals in the courtyard.

In a quarter of an hour when he opened the door, he saw that the courtyard was full of people. For a moment, Wen Jing felt that he hadn't really woken up.

Wuqi Pavilion has not been this lively for a long time.

Si Ming hesitated aside, the road was blocked, unable to advance or retreat.

He looked at Wen Jing as if he had a headache from the noise, so he took two steps forward and said in a loud voice: "Thank you all my friends, Immortal Wen Jing needs to go to the Lingxiao Palace to meet the Lord, so you should go back first." Well, there will be plenty of time in the future to catch up with Xianjun."

When the immortals heard the words, they all bowed to Wen Jing to say goodbye.

Wen Jing gathered the cloak on her body, walked down the steps to the east, and the moonlight hem of her clothes picked up the fallen flowers along the way.

There is his pear tree.

He stood under the tree and looked up for a long time.

Lingxiao Temple.

Wen Jing and Si Ming stood in the center of the hall, and the Emperor of Heaven sighed for the third time holding his head.

The process to go still has to go.

"Wen Jing."

"exist."

"Leaving the heavens for 1000 years without any reason, writing the book of fate beyond one's duty...you should be punished."

"Wen Jing accepts the punishment."

Si Ming tugged at his sleeves and was extremely nervous, but Wen Jing, on the other hand, couldn't see anything unusual except for the sickness on his face.

He didn't care what punishment he would receive.

Sure enough, the Emperor of Heaven was silent for a while and only gave him a mild punishment—ten-day ban.

Siming:? ? ?

Is this punishment?

Why does it look like the Emperor of Heaven gave Wen Jing ten days to rest?

Wen Jing said: "According to the rules, Wen Jing should go to Jiuyou to be punished."

"Jiuyou's magic weapon recognizes its owner, what's the use of going away? To appreciate your own magic weapon? Just think about them like that?"

"Wen Jing has her own way. Five days later, Wen Jing will ask the king again."

It's just a trip to Jiuyou, and it's Wenjing's own Jiuyou, so nothing can happen.

Just as the Emperor of Heaven was about to agree, he suddenly said in surprise, "How many days?!"

Wen Jing's expression remained unchanged: "Five days."

"..." Ordinary immortals lost half of their lives in Jiuyou for a day, and the Emperor of Heaven thought for a while, "Two days."

"Five days." Wen Jing still did not change her words.

Si Ming whispered: "Xianjun, two days is enough!"

"You really want to stab this gentleman in the heart, don't you?" The Heavenly Emperor conceded, "...three days."

Wen Jing said surprisingly: "Ten days."

"!" Si Ming grabbed Wen Jing's sleeve, anxiously, "Oh my god!!!"

The Emperor of Heaven was about to die of anger, and he waved his hand to compromise and let him go out, "Five days is five days, let's go."

"Yes."

Si Ming stared blankly at the side.

Jiuyou is a place that the immortals don't want to mention. Generally, only immortals who have committed serious mistakes will go to Jiuyou to be punished.

Every fairy who ended his punishment came out with scars, without exception.

Staying there for one day is scary, but Wen Jing has to stay for five days.

Si Ming didn't understand either.

But Wen Jing only said: "Rules are rules."

Si Ming: "But Jiuyou's rules are also set by you, why not if you want to change?"

Wen Jing laughed, "That would be a mess."

As soon as the words fell, Wen Jing stepped into the mist of the Nine Serenities.

Jiuyou has nine floors.

Each floor has different punishments, but the magic weapon recognizes the owner, and there is no action for a long time.

Wen Jing had no choice but to remove the original magic spell on the magic weapon, and then cast a new magic spell.

Finally, Jiuyou moved.

The Emperor of Heaven knew that it only took one day for Wen Jing to receive the nine-level punishment, and it was fine if he passed the punishment.

Who would have thought that Wen Jing would have to stay in Jiuyou for five days.

He thought Wen Jing would spend the remaining four days quietly recuperating in the mist.

But Wen Jing, as if she didn't know the pain, repeated it over and over again, five times.

In the years to come, Jiang Weiyan asked him several times, what did he rely on to walk in Jiuyou for five days, was it just because of rules and responsibilities?

Wen Jing always lied to him lightly, why Jiuyou's magic weapon would not harm the master, and he knew where Jiuyou's loopholes were...

He didn't care whether Jiang Weiyan believed it or not, he would answer like this every time he was asked, making up his nose and eyes, almost deceiving people.

Only he himself knew that during the five painful days, he recalled all the scenes with Jiang Weiyan again and again.

The not-so-good first meeting more than 1000 years ago, the glimpse under the lights on the first snow day in Shangyuan...

He remembered that Jiang Weiyan always said that he missed him when he was in the mortal world, even if he was only separated for a few hours, he would say that he missed him.

He understands now.

Because he misses Jiang Weiyan so much.

His memory is really good, but he can immediately remember everything he has seen or heard, and he can recall what happened even after a long time.

He remembered.

He obviously remembers it all...

But still forget 1000 years.

When Si Ming and Yue Lao came to Jiuyou to pick up Wenjing, they saw someone appearing before the entrance of Jiuyou earlier than them.

"Ten Highness?"

Hearing the voice, Jiang Weiyan turned around and nodded in greeting, "You two immortals."

Si Ming looked at Yuelao, and asked via voice transmission, "You told His Highness the Tenth?"

Yuelao: "I'm wronged, I didn't."

"Why is the Tenth Highness here?" Si Ming smiled on his face, with ten thousand knives piercing his heart.Xianjun Wenjing specifically explained, don't tell Jiang Weiyan that he is in Jiuyou, it's over.

Jiang Weiyan: "Passing by, pick someone up."

Si Ming: "..."

It's hard to find Jiuyou, so where is the way?

"Cough...well, Tenth Highness, how do you know that Immortal Wen Jing is here?"

"Didn't you say it now?"

"???"

"You're kidding." Jiang Weiyan raised his hand, the ring on his little finger glowed coldly, "Well, I gave him Eleven's ring, and I can know where he is."

So Wen Jing didn't want Jiang Weiyan to know, he still knew.

Si Ming felt that he had recovered his life, but he didn't seem to recover it.

The three of them waited quietly at the entrance of Jiuyou. After a cup of tea, the mist of Jiuyou gathered in the distance.

Wen Jing did not come out for a long time.

Si Ming was wondering when he heard Wen Jing's voice transmission to him.

"Si Ming, let Jiang Weiyan go back."

"what?"

"Just do it."

"Oh."

Si Ming looked at Jiang Weiyan, but the words came to his lips but he couldn't say them.

Since the last time he came back from Bianjing, Jiang Weiyan hadn't seen Wen Jing for ten days.In the past few hundred years, he had never seen the person he wanted to see for so long.

Seeing his more depressed face than usual, Si Ming couldn't bear it anymore.

"Siming?" Wen Jing sent a voice transmission to him again, "Let him go back."

Si Ming said awkwardly: "His Royal Highness..."

"how?"

"Er... Immortal Wen Jing asked you to go back." Si Ming finished quickly and hid behind Yuelao.

Jiang Weiyan frowned, looked at the mist, "Eleven."

Wen Jing's voice sounded in the air, "Yes."

"Are you hurt?"

"……No."

"Then why don't you come out?"

Wen Jing didn't speak.Jiuyou became quiet in an instant.

"eleven……"

"Give me some time, and I will look for you." Wen Jing paused for a moment, then said, "I won't lie to you this time."

Yuelao leaned next to Jiang Weiyan and said something in a low voice, Jiang Weiyan finally let go.

"Okay, I'll go back." Jiang Weiyan clenched his fists, took a deep breath, his voice trembling, and said, "You can't let me go."

After Jiang Weiyan left, it took a while for the fog to gradually dissipate.

Si Ming and Yue Lao saw Wen Jing's figure slowly appearing in the distance.

Yuelao suddenly asked: "Huh? Since when did Wen Jing like to wear red clothes? This dress is redder than mine."

"What red clothes?! Xianjun entered Jiuyou wearing white clothes, that's blood!!!" Si Ming was so frightened that he hurried over, "Xianjun!"

"Oh my god..." Yuelao followed closely behind, "It's scary."

Seeing Wen Jing covered in blood, Si Ming wanted to reach out to help him but was afraid of touching his wound. He was at a loss, "Xianjun, how did you get hurt like this? Does it hurt?"

Wen Jing raised her eyelids with difficulty and looked forward, "Jiang Weiyan is gone?"

"what?"

Wen Jing loves to be clean, but right now she can't even clean clothes. Isn't it just to prevent Jiang Weiyan from seeing her.

Yuelao turned and hooked his fingertips to clean up the blood on Wen Jing's body. He sighed, "Let's go."

"Hmm." Wen Jing breathed a sigh of relief.

It’s fine as long as it’s not there, it’s fine if he doesn’t see it.

Jiang Weiyan doesn't like being hurt.

"Go back..." Wen Jing just finished speaking, and before she took a step, she fell forward.

"Xianjun!"

"Wen Jing!"

Yuelao caught him quickly with his eyes, and put his fingers on the veins of his side neck, "Si Ming, I have a blood-enriching elixir in my house, go and get it from Wuqixie."

"Okay!" Si Ming raised his hand to call Yun Wu to open the way, and by the way, also opened a way for Yuelao.

"Really, Bai said so much in front of the king." Yuelao hurried back to Wuqixie with Wen Jing in his arms, and complained, "You know you were injured so badly in the end, and I wasted time to say good things for you, it's enough I went to Yaoxian to grab a few more bottles of medicine."

Thanks to Yue Lao who snatched a lot of medicines, Wen Jing woke up on the day of Waking of Insects.Xiaoxian in the room was picking up pear blossoms falling on the window sill, and didn't realize that he was awake for a while.

Hearing movement behind her, Xiaoxian turned her head and saw Wen Jing sitting on the head of the bed, looking in her direction.

Xiaoxian was taken aback for a moment, and then realized that Wen Jing was not looking at her, but looking out the window.

She followed her and looked from the direction of Xianjun Wen Jing, only the pear blossom branches were in the square place restricted by the windows.

Xiaoxian withdrew her gaze, trotted over, "Is Xianjun awake?"

"Hmm." Wen Jing remembered her maid from Tianfu Palace, and he set his eyes on the flowers held by Xiaoxian, "What are you doing picking this up?"

"Xiaoxian has never seen pear blossoms with red stalks before, and finds them novel. I think that when Xianjun wakes up, I beg Xianjun to let me take some back and put them away."

Every immortal friend who has seen the pear blossoms in his yard will say so.

Wen Jing is still not able to get out of bed and walk, so he stretched out his hand and twirled one of the bouquet of flowers, and said softly, "Give this to me, and I'll give you the rest."

Xiaoxian was overjoyed, "Thank you, Xianjun."

Wen Jing smiled at her and said, "You don't have to take care of me here anymore, go back, I've been busy these days."

"Xianjun is polite, but Siming Xianjun..."

"Nothing, I'll take care of it."

"Yes."

After Xiaoxian left, Wen Jing lifted up her robe and looked at the wounds on her arms and body. The marks had faded away, and it would take only a day or two to recover.

Wen Jing pinched the flower stalk, rubbed her fingers back and forth, and the pear blossoms were spinning in front of her eyes.

At first, he just felt that the yard was too empty, so he thought it would be nice to plant a tree.

He remembered that many years ago, at the end of spring and the beginning of summer, when the pear blossoms had already fallen, he once re-bloomed a tree full of blossoms for a person in the mortal world.

Really, I want to find him.