Heiraten - Kapitel 118
Yun Tan said that the Tuanfu Heart Sutra is very easy to go into qi deviation. Has she also gone into qi deviation? Yun Tan said that qi deviation is terrifying, with illusions everywhere and an indiscriminate killing of anyone in sight. Is she also becoming a demon? Otherwise, why is the killing intent at her fingertips incessantly clamoring, preventing her from stopping?
She's losing control of herself; will she kill Yun Tan too?
Her fingertips cut through her skin, piercing her body, and the sight of her blood gave her a unique kind of pleasure. Suddenly, a muffled groan reached her ear, tinged with laughter and satisfaction.
That smile instantly brought her back to her senses, and her mind cleared abruptly. Her right hand plunged straight into Tianxiu's heart.
Her long, jet-black hair, stained with thick blood, hung down to her wrist. Tianxiu's eyes were usually bright, and a lingering smile remained on her lips.
Nineteen abruptly withdrew his hand, and he leaned against her, the warm blood flowing out was not cold at all, soaking his gorgeous wedding dress.
Nineteen's heart skipped a beat, and a sense of disbelief crept into his mind.
He did it on purpose.
Whoever he is, kill anyone who poses a threat to you if necessary.
All I want is for you to live well; no one else matters.
Nothing mattered anymore.
It's like a joke.
It's like combing your hair from head to toe the first time, then combing it again until the white hair is level with your eyebrows. Halfway through, you realize it's ridiculous. You know perfectly well it's impossible for white hair to reach eyebrow level, so why keep combing and deceiving yourself?
She had known all along, she had planned it all out. For example, Zi Nu would put the antidote in the pastries, and she would kill herself. The Tang Clan's poisonous skills backfired, severely injuring Tang Shijiu, healing Tang Yu, and there was also the poison Zi Nu had put in the cup.
It's just that those who want to die can do so more freely.
You're Tianxiu! You bastard Tianxiu who deserves to go to the eighteenth level of hell! Her eyes were bright and round at the time, and her voice was light and crisp, completely different from Tang Weiqi's.
Tianxiu, you're my friend, I won't let you die like this.
It was all a joke, life itself was a joke. He had laughed his whole life, and he wanted to laugh louder one last time, but his throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton. He realized how painful it was to be unable to speak; he truly felt sorry for Nineteen earlier.
Tang Shijiu, still holding Tianxiu's body, slowly turned his head and met Yun Tan's eyes. As if in disbelief, he asked, word by word, "Yun Tan, did I kill Tianxiu?"
“No, he killed himself.” Yun Tan’s voice floated lightly in the hall, without any weight.
Tang Shijiu said softly: Oh.
A single word, a single unfocused glance, separated her from Yun Tan by a thousand mountains and ten thousand rivers. Yet, those thousand mountains and ten thousand rivers could not compare to Tianxiu.
Later, he regretted it. If he had pushed Tianxiu away then and held her tightly in his arms, not giving her any time to think, perhaps all those wasted years wouldn't have happened. He should have been more confident and let go of those people and things from the past.
In truth, deep down, he is the one who lacks the most self-confidence.
He didn't believe he could heal Tang Shijiu's wounds, didn't believe Tang Shijiu would forgive him for killing Tianxiu, and even deep down, didn't believe Tang Shijiu could let go of Tianxiu. It was Zi Nu who brought him to find Shijiu; at the time, he didn't know that Tianxiu had even factored in this woman's betrayal.
Not wanting to be the one left behind, he deserted and didn't go up to hug her.
Chapter Seventy-Six: The Grand Finale
Everything seems to have taken a long time, but in reality, it hasn't been that long.
Everything seems to require many reasons, but in reality, there are no reasons at all.
Many things are actually different from what they appear to be.
Just like now, a young man in a blue robe stands elegantly at the bow of a boat, holding a folding fan in his hand. To others, he looks very eye-catching and handsome, but he may actually be sniffling and having snot about to come out because of the cold river wind.
There was also a young man in white at the inn next door, drinking his wine with a carefree and elegant air, seemingly indifferent to all the girls in the world, but in reality, he was filled with regret.
If someone had told him a year ago that he would run away from a woman a year later because he was afraid to see her forlorn eyes, Shen Yuntan would have definitely beaten that person into a corner.
In reality, he has indeed fled in disarray.
She was just a woman. A man will meet many women in his life, and the one he spends his life with may not be the one he loves most. Shen Yun had heard this kind of sentimental, poetic talk about life countless times in his twenties. He comforted himself by thinking that heartbreak was nothing more than drinking, getting drunk, and if necessary, killing a few people and dismembering them to vent his anger—it was something that could be overcome with pent-up emotions. There was really no need to be so heartbroken.
The fact that he fled in defeat, well, who hasn't been a coward once or twice when they were young?
So they drank many jugs of wine, saw many scenic spots, but never met the woman they wanted to spend the rest of their lives with.
When he drank, he would recall the image of Nineteen, her face flushed, her tongue slurred, clinging to his neck in a coquettish manner. Thus, this drink, meant to soothe his sorrows, became a sharp blade piercing his stomach, tearing him apart.
When he went to see the scenery, he remembered the stunning sight of that red dress on the snow-covered ground.
He felt he must be going crazy. Even though he had left her, he still hoped that he would accidentally run into her at some corner or when he looked up unintentionally.
Shen Yun was not an alcoholic, and he stopped drinking after two or three times because he could see some people and things more clearly when he closed his eyes.
I heard that Tang Shijiu rebuilt Xiaoyao Villa and brought Xie Dongsheng and Tang Qingliu back there.
It is said that Xie Dongsheng and Tang Qingliu's martial arts skills have both been crippled, yet these two old monsters, who have lost all their internal energy, spend their days either arguing or fighting.
Shen Yun chuckled self-deprecatingly, "Look, even without me, Shijiu is doing quite well."
He could have easily gone to some famous mountains and deep forests to live, completely isolated from the world, and never had to know anything about Xiaoyao Manor. Yet, he still half-tortured himself by frequently going to teahouses to occasionally glean a little bit of information about Nineteen from the conversations of江湖人 (jianghu people). Then he would sigh for a while, wallowing in self-pity, and enjoy the breeze for a while... ugh, sweat.
For example, right now, when that bearded wandering swordsman is spitting as he describes the rising star of the martial arts world, Tang Shijiu, as beautiful as a flower, as graceful as a maiden, and as gentle as water, he's sweating bullets. How could that female demon, who draws her sword at the drop of a hat and can tear apart a sky-high heart with a single claw, be associated with gentleness and tenderness?
"I've met Tang Shijiu once, tsk tsk tsk, that tiny waist, that chest." The skinny man chuckled lewdly, his eyes narrowed and gleaming with lust.
Everyone burst into laughter: "You're talking about a girl from Wangchun Tower, aren't you?"
With the fall of the Sang Clan and the extermination of the Tang Clan, the legendary figures who followed seemed to be Tang Shijiu and Shenyin. Shenyin was often elusive and mysterious, while Tang Shijiu was a beautiful girl.
People are always interested in pretty girls.