in2ebook Chapter 137 What I heard in reincarnation, Qingyun Sect?
Chapter 137 What I heard in reincarnation, Qingyun Sect?
In the endless darkness, a blood-red light suddenly appeared. It was as red as blood and burning like fire.
The halberd pierced through his chest, and the stars floating in the night sky went out and fell one by one, and the last thing to fall was the heavy body.
The scene before my eyes changes rapidly, as if it is controlled by an invisible giant hand. It changes so rapidly that it is hard to keep up.
At first, everything was so peaceful, but in an instant, darkness enveloped the entire world, like a thick black curtain that swallowed up all the light.
In the darkness, chaos began to surge. It was like a giant beast awakening from the abyss, spreading out in all directions with its fangs and claws bared. The power of chaos was powerful and mysterious, with an irresistible attraction that seemed to draw everything around it into it.
As time went by, this "abyss beast" became larger and larger. It opened its bloody mouth, revealing its ferocious fangs, and greedily devoured the surrounding space and matter. Wherever it went, everything was destroyed and turned into nothingness.
However, at this moment, a faint light flashed out from the depths of chaos. Although this light was small, it contained endless vitality and hope.
It stubbornly penetrated the numerous obstacles of chaos and illuminated the surrounding darkness. Gradually, the light became brighter and brighter, and finally gathered into a dazzling arrow of light, shooting straight into the sky.
Under the impact of the light arrow, Chaos began to retreat, its huge body gradually shrank, and finally disappeared into the vast darkness.
A dazzling beam of light fell straight down from the endless sky, like a golden dragon cutting through the sky, carrying unparalleled power and majesty.
The light suddenly became extremely bright, as if the sun had suddenly descended to the earth and illuminated the entire world.
In the darkness, heavy and turbid things mixed together, forming a gear in the chaos.
Between heaven and earth, light and clear things gathered together and formed a gear in the light.
After that... all Ling Yisheng could see before his eyes were the cheering crowd and the people bowing in front of the stage.
are you back?
Or did I never leave?
Beads of sweat the size of beans flowed down his cheeks. His tense mood finally relaxed at this moment, and he lay down on the ground feeling relieved.
While all the audience's eyes were focused on the stage, he left the theater alone, hunched over, amidst the stampede.
"he is……"
Huan Du Luolan bowed and stood up, then saw the fleeing figure. In the dark crowd, that touch of white was so conspicuous.
Huan Du Luo Landai frowned slightly, already having a plan in mind.
the other side……
The outer wall of the Southern Kingdom Imperial City, Ling Yisheng ran all the way here after leaving the theater, his chest heaving violently, gasping for breath. He finally arrived here, and in front of him was a towering and solid wall.
He stopped, held his knees with his hands, and breathed in deeply. Sweat flowed down his cheeks and soaked his clothes.
After catching his breath, he raised his head and fixed his eyes on the city wall. There was a complex light flashing in his eyes, inexplicable anger and pain, and a hint of unwillingness and helplessness.
He walked slowly to the city wall, stretched out his hands, and slapped the cold wall with all his strength.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The sound echoed all around, as if it was a cry and catharsis from deep within his heart. Every beat carried his struggle against the heaven and earth, and his protest against injustice.
His hands gradually became red and swollen, and his body gradually became weak.
"Just now……"
The scenes played over and over in his mind like a movie, as if they were imprinted into his soul, never to be forgotten!
"Big Boss!"
"Big brother!"
"calm!"
Ling Yisheng's soul was replaced. In the soul space, he knelt on the ground, gasping for breath, as if all the air around him had been sucked out.
"Chaos, darkness, gears..."
He muttered about everything he had seen, and an atmosphere of fear surged throughout his entire soul space.
The other three looked at the trembling Ling Yisheng, feeling somewhat at a loss as to what to do.
Just at this moment, a sound that had not appeared for a long time resounded throughout the space.
"Calm down, Master."
Her voice was like the chirping of a spring, coming from Ling Yisheng's mind and touching the softest part of his heart.
The originally ups and downs of breathing gradually became steady, just like the surging waves slowly returning to calm.
He calmed down, but his eyes were still staring blankly at everything in front of him.
As his spirit returned, a deep feeling of powerlessness surged into his heart like a tide, quickly spreading to every corner of his body, as if it was going to swallow him whole.
He leaned against the city wall, the cold stones stinging his somewhat turbid mind, and it was precisely because of this, or rather, it had never been so, that he felt alive.
"Xiaopei, that was just now."
Ling Yisheng did not ask the three people in the soul space, believing that they would not know.
The only one he could rely on was Xiao Pei, because no matter what time it was, he believed that she would always be with him, even though he knew nothing about her!
"what?"
A doubtful voice sounded, without any ups and downs, but it dealt a heavy blow to Ling Yisheng's heart.
She doesn't know either...
"No, it's nothing."
He shook his head, forced himself to cheer up, stood up and brushed off the dust on his clothes.
"Boss..."
"Okay, forget about what just happened."
Ling Yisheng stopped him sternly. He didn't want to feel or recall the feeling of being in endless darkness and chaos that swallowed up the sky and the earth.
at this time……
‘Crack. ’
It was the sound of branches being stepped on.
"Someone!"
His brown pupils lit up with an eerie light, and Lan immediately took charge, gathered the two sharp blades in his hands, and put his hands behind his back, ready to strike.
"Hello, you seem to need help?"
A gentle and slightly calm voice sounded, and a girl with purple-red hair, shining golden pupils, fair skin, and wearing a southern princess costume appeared in front of him.
It’s Huan Du Luo Lan, why is she here?
A breeze blew past, and a 'ding-ling-ling' sound came from the bell on Huan Du Luolan's wrist. For some reason, Ling Yisheng actually developed some trust in the other party.
. . . . . .
In the Southern Kingdom's bedroom, Huan Du Luolan and Ling Yisheng were sitting at a rosewood table with two cups of steaming hot tea placed in front of them.
"I never thought that I would be invited to the bedroom of the Princess of the Southern Kingdom. It is such an honor."
Although Ling Yisheng still has lingering fears, he behaves relatively naturally towards outsiders and his behavior is quite appropriate.
Before his reincarnation, he had a relatively in-depth study of ancient manners and etiquette.
"Maybe. I just feel something familiar about you."
Huan Du Luolan took a sip of tea and frowned.
"Princess? You... don't like tea?"
"No, I love it."
The other party immediately retorted, then drank the tea in the cup and filled another cup for himself.
"Boss, she's disgusted."
Wang Ye’s voice rang out from the soul space.
"Well, I noticed it."
Ling Yisheng replied. How could he not see that the other party did not like drinking tea, but still accompanied him to drink tea.
Preparing tea for guests is the most basic etiquette, and everyone who comes is a guest, which is why she prepared tea for Ling Yisheng.
Realizing this, Ling Yisheng frowned. This was completely different from the Huan Du Luo Lan in his memory.
The original novel focuses on Huan Du Luolan's unruly and willful character, her courage to love and hate, her willingness to take revenge and her willingness to repay kindness.
She is the princess of the Southern Kingdom and the only daughter of the Southern Kingdom's emperor Huandu Qingtian. As a result, she has been spoiled since childhood and developed a willful and capricious personality.
Her infatuation with her lover shocked the world, and she was willing to team up with the Black Fox to circumvent Tushan's magic to revive her lover.
The scene is like this, and the feeling remains unchanged!
But now she has lost the arrogance, arrogance and unreasonableness that she should have.
She became graceful and polite, just like a lady from a noble family. Wukong in the spirit space even saw some shadows of Dongfang Huaizhu in her.
After all, the appearance of ladies from noble families is pretty much the same, and they are all praised by people.
"Your Highness, you don't really like tea, do you?"
Ling Yisheng spoke.
“No, I like it very much.”
The former smiled at him.
If it weren't for his keen sense, he might have felt warmed by this gentle smile.
"Speaking of which, the way you looked just now is worrying."
As if she realized that Ling Yisheng on the opposite side had noticed something, Huan Du Luolan immediately changed the subject.
"No, nothing, Princess. I'm just shocked by the story of the stage play."
"Sorry?"
She paused and asked.
"If you love someone but cannot see him/herself, how can you not feel regret?"
Ling Yisheng looked straight into Huan Du Luolan's eyes, and the latter did not run away or avoid him, but stared at him.
The emotions in her eyes were very complicated, including anger, resentment, sadness, and longing, but without any regrets.
"Thank you for your concern, Princess. The stage play is great."
Ling Yisheng raised the water glass in his hand to pay tribute to Huan Du Luolan.
The latter smiled.
After drinking tea, Ling Yisheng said goodbye and left. Before waving goodbye, Huan Du Luolan gave him a token.
"If you are in trouble, you can go to Qingyun Sect and show them this. They will help you."
she whispered.
"Thank you!"
Ling Yisheng responded, then said goodbye and left, but he kept this force in mind.
"Qingyun Sect... a force I've never heard of. Did it appear again due to a change in the past timeline?"
he muttered.
They can't help him with the trouble he's facing, but that doesn't mean Ling Yisheng won't go there to take a look.
The sun was setting, and the setting sun shone on Huan Du Luolan's face. She quietly looked at Ling Yisheng's back as he walked away, which overlapped with a tall back in her memory.
"Maybe I'm crazy. They are two different people with different voices and appearances."
She murmured to herself.