My enemies became my companions

Chapter 445: Finally Meet Again (Two in One)

Chen Yi stood in front of the tablets of the ancestors and saw Taoist priests kneeling on the ground, their figures looking inexplicably strange.

He had a stick of incense on his forehead.

The oldest Taoist priest, Zhao Mingyuan, wiped the blood from his lips and raised his head to look at this seemingly normal person, as if he was looking at his last straw.

His tall figure cast a huge shadow. He stood with his hands behind his back. His face looked a little thin after the injury, with skin and flesh close to his bones. However, he did not look emaciated, and a strong murderous aura still emanated from him, which frightened the Taoists and made them feel cold in their hearts.

Almost half of the Taoists thought about sending it back.

However, it is easy to invite gods but difficult to send them away.

At this point, everyone understood that they could only rely on this person to calm the storm in the sword pool.

The elder Taoist Zhao Mingyuan knelt down and said: "The gods have arrived, and auspicious signs have descended. The fragrance is strong and fills the heavens. The fragrance is burning through the gates of heaven, and the divine soldiers are rushing as fast as the command..."

The Taoists behind him all made hand gestures and chanted to protect the Dharma.

Chen Yi frowned slightly, realizing that this was a Taoist spell to summon gods.

He said directly: "Speak human language."

Seeing that the demon from outside the domain did not move at all and was not controlled by the spell at all, the Taoists were horrified. The murderous aura on that man was so thick that it made people break out in cold sweats.

Zhao Mingyuan stirred his throat and said:

"We have come here to ask the gods to help us in this difficult time."

Don't hit a smiling person. Chen Yi searched for a way to enter the secret realm for several days and almost chopped the gate of the sword pool into pieces. But then he had an idea and lit some incense to ask for directions. He had no hope at first, but finally followed the call of the Taoists and entered.

Chen Yi's expression was calm, "Tell me about it."

The old Taoist was stunned. Over the past hundreds of years, he had invited countless gods and demons, but this was the first time he had encountered a demon that was so easy to communicate with. His voice was slightly choked and he said in a trembling voice:

"My Chongyang Temple's sword pond has been there for six hundred years, and has done countless good deeds. But today it is about to collapse at the hands of Yi Nian Xian Chen Wu Bu Yue. Please help, God!"

Wu Buyue…

To Chen Yi, it was an extremely familiar name.

Zhou Yitang had one arm cut off by this former number one in the world, but he was able to cut off three corpses and became known as the Sword Armor of Yinjian Mountain. Chen Yi was already familiar with this story.

With the memories of his previous life, Chen Yi also knew that the mad Wu Buyu used the Shangqing Dao's method of transforming himself into three parts, and sat in three places. The first two places were the Sword Town and the Sword Tomb, but the last place had not been discovered by anyone. Now it seems to be the Chongyang Sword Pond.

When the Taoists saw that Chen Yi had not responded for a long time, they suddenly felt empty in their hearts.

Could it be that... you are scared?

It makes sense. Wu Buyue was once the best in the world. Even though he went mad after being defeated by the true celestial being Xu Qi, his reputation remained and was enough to resound throughout the three realms.

Zhao Mingyuan thought about it for a while and decided that instead of persuading him to become an enemy of Wu Buyu directly, it would be better to tie him to the same boat first.

So, he said loudly: "God, we can put Wu Buyue aside for now, but the blood feud at Chongyang Temple is so close that we must avenge it!"

Chen Yi came back to his senses and said, "I didn't say I wouldn't kill Wu Buyue."

After these brief words were spoken, the Taoists paused for a moment, then were surprised and delighted.

Zhao Mingyuan suppressed his emotions, tried his best to keep a sad face, and lamented:

"Then I hope the gods will avenge the blood first."

"You said."

"I, Chongyang Temple, have helped countless people, and I practice the Quanzhen Heavenly Dao, being indifferent to the world. But today, three people broke into my Taoist sect, killed my Taoists, and destroyed my Taoist temple!"

"Which three people?"

Zhao Mingyuan described it as follows: "A man wearing a Taoist robe and holding a long sword is the smallest, and his crime is also the smallest."

Chen Yi pondered the vague description for a moment, then asked, "What about the other one?"

"A man with a sword and a knife on his back, a crown and long hair, looks heroic but murderous."

Chen Yi was stunned for a moment, and frowned: "Does it look a bit like me?"

When the Taoists looked up, they all nodded in their hearts, thinking that they really did look a bit alike.

Zhao Mingyuan complimented, "It's far inferior to the mighty power of the Supreme God."

"What about the third one?"

Zhao Mingyuan's eyes were bloodshot, and he accused in an extremely fierce tone:
"The third person has the deepest blood feud and the heaviest sin. It is hard to describe his behavior of seeking bamboo in the South Mountain. Therefore, the Heaven sent the God to punish him!
This person looks like a female Taoist priest, with a偃月觀 on her head and a peach wood sword in her hand. She killed 116 of us in a dream, and she claims to be a Yuanying Great Immortal. But I think she must have cultivated the method of a ghost immortal! She deserves to be punished by heaven and earth!"

Chen Yi was stunned for a moment and fell silent.

Zhao Mingyuan's face was filled with indignation, and the Taoists behind him also trembled all over, their eyes were filled with sorrow and indignation.

In front of the ancestral tablets of the Chongyang Temple, the man raised his face and showed a simple and gentle smile:
"Okay, I know who I should kill first."

Zhao Mingyuan raised his head, his eyes were red, and he said in an excited voice: "May I ask who the God should kill first?!" The Taoists behind him echoed excitedly.

Chen Yi pointed and said:

"you."

………………

It was Min Ning and Lu Ying who wanted to ask about the sword, so Yin Weiying had nothing to do. She didn't need to sleep, and she had no intention of meditating at the moment, so she could only hug her knees and count the fewer and fewer sparks in the campfire.

It's not like the nun hadn't thought about Min Ning's death before.

After all, the two of them just don't get along. Grudges are still grudges in the final analysis. Even if time lets everything go, there will still be a small scar left. Before she and Chen Yi were completely engaged, Yin Weiying would occasionally worry about Min Ning's pillow talk, and would be jealous of Min Ning from time to time.

The most vicious idea she had was that one day a tattered letter from afar would be delivered to Chen Yi's house by a messenger, with the brief handwriting on it stating the news of Min Ning's death. At that time, Chen Yi would stand outside the door in a daze until she arrived, silently hugged him in her arms, and then he would sob.

But tonight, Yin Weiying didn't want Min Ning to die like this.

It would be better to have two more Lu Yings die than to have one Min Ning die, Yin Weiying couldn't help but think, her thoughts flew fast, the sparks gradually moved away, like a shining Kongming lantern, suddenly flickering in the empty space of the nun's vision. She also changed suddenly, and then she thought again, how many Min Nings can one Yin Weiying match?
Yin Weiying felt guilty for no reason. Did he really care about her so much? The sparks flickered again, and she thought again, yes, he really cared about her. There were too many evidences to find. He gave her flowers and a hairpin, but he didn't give these two things to Min Ning. Thinking this way, one Yin Weiying should be worth two Min Nings.

The night was extremely quiet, and her thoughts were also extremely quiet. At this time, Min Ning stood up and went back to practicing sword. Yin Weiying turned her head and looked at him for a while... thinking that Min Ning was avoiding her edge.

Thinking about it this way, Min Ning has nothing in his hands, and one Yin Weiying should be able to match countless Min Nings.

Yin Weiying sighed softly, curled her lips and smiled towards the firelight. The night was as dark as water, and her appearance was just like a ripple in the water.

As night fell, the mountains and forests were shrouded in thick darkness, with faint spots of light scattered in the distance, which were difficult to make out clearly. Suddenly, a flash of lightning came down, exploding into a white color.

Yin Weiying was attracted by the sound and looked, and it seemed like there was a human figure.

The sound of swords and sabers could be heard faintly in the distance.

Min Ning also put down her sword and listened carefully, but could not hear any sound for a while. She gripped the hilt of the sword and moved forward three or two steps to push aside the tree branches. "Wind and Crane Cry" has always been the best self-defense weapon for traveling in the world.

There was complete silence among the trees except for the sound of leaves falling. An unknown fear seemed to echo in the empty valley, and Min Ning frowned tightly.

Yin Weiying also stood up and said:
"Go and see?"

Min Ning nodded slightly, glanced at them and said:

"Look down the hill, and I'll look this way. Speak up if anything happens."

Yin Weiying did not refuse. He made a gesture with one hand and walked over with the peach wood sword in the other.

The shadows of the trees spread out from the corners, appearing even more dim. Yin Weiying pushed aside the bushes that were half a person's height and went deeper. He saw what seemed to be a human figure in the dim light, but when he looked again, it was still just the shadows of the trees.

The cool breeze blew on his neck, and Yin Weiying took a breath, which made his lungs slightly cooler. He listened carefully again, and found that the swords and sabers had been silent for a long time.

"Are we deceiving ourselves?"

Yin Weiying muttered something and put away the sword.

"It doesn't seem to be." Just at this moment, a familiar voice suddenly came from my ear.

Yin Weiying's breathing suddenly quickened.

She didn't even need to turn around to know who it was. Her thoughts raced in an instant. After Yin Weiying's heart stopped, it beat four times as if to fill in the gaps.

She took a breath and said without looking back:
"I think I have seen a ghost. I am actually hallucinating."

After saying that, she turned around and smelled a slight smell of blood on him.

In the shadow of the trees, Chen Yi smiled at her and whispered, "Aren't Taoist priests not afraid of ghosts?"

"Having said that, there is a kind of ghost that men are not afraid of, but women are."

"What the hell?"

Yin Weiying smiled and said, "Pervert."

The night wind blew on his face, and the mountains and forests cast a hazy outline. The nun's slightly raised lips revealed an extremely beautiful face. Although he had not seen her for only a few days, Chen Yi was still mesmerized by her.

He subconsciously wanted to kiss her.

But suddenly a premonition flashed through his mind, Chen Yi stopped abruptly, turned around, and saw a vague figure holding a sword, staring in the other direction without looking over.

Chen Yi's pupils shrank slightly, revealing a hint of disbelief.

Yin Weiying knew who he saw, and his mind was in turmoil. Before he could make any move, he grabbed his sleeve.

Turning back, I heard the nun nervously say, "Listen to me first."

Chen Yi didn't know what she was thinking. After calming down, he felt that something was fishy, ​​so he asked, "Is it true or false?"

Yin Weiying didn't dare to lie to him, so he said, "Really..."

"Then why are you pulling me?"

Yin Weiying was in a state of confusion. She really didn't want Chen Yi and Min Ning to meet. After seeing Min Ning's strength, she was even more nervous. But what could she do? Could she still stop Chen Yi?

Chen Yi could no longer remember how long it had been since he last saw Min Ning, but he only remembered that it had been longer than the time he last saw Yin Weiying.

However, he calmed down a little.

Yin Weiying would not do it without a purpose. There must be a reason for stopping him. At this moment, Min Ning was holding a sword in his hand, and the sword power was full of vigor.

Maybe... he was afraid that he would ruin Min Ning's sword enlightenment?

Chen Yi's footsteps sank a little deeper into the mud.

All I heard was Yin Weiying's warning tone: "Although I know you two are meeting, you...you shouldn't interfere with her, and don't talk about the past with her too much. Just stop when you are done. As for love talks and other sweet things, it's best not to say them."

“…Why?” Chen Yi looked confused.

"Because I want to say it."

Yin Weiying took a step forward and said in a soft voice:
"Don't make me jealous all the time."

Chen Yi was stunned and almost laughed out loud. These words from the nun were really too likable.

Seeing that he nodded, Yin Weiying immediately let him go.

Chen Yi rushed through the bushes in a few steps, and the sound of branches shaking suddenly rang out.

rustle.

Hearing a voice from afar, Min Ning turned around suddenly with his eyes as sharp as torches, but when he saw the figure clearly, he stopped abruptly.

The night was getting quieter and quieter. A faint light lingered in the branches and leaves, just a little bit, as if it floated out from Mars, slowly enveloping them, lingering around each other's blurred outlines. In this group of light, Chen Yi saw her suddenly turn around and stop. There seemed to be a crackling sound beside his ears, like an inverted hourglass. Finally, when the crackling sound stopped and the bonfire went out, she took off the gourd and pretended to drink, and said the first words since they said goodbye:

"Hey, do you want a drink?"

Before the fire went out, he saw Min Ning, and Min Ning also saw him.

After nearly a year of separation, we finally meet again.

.........

No one woke Lu Ying up, but just made a bonfire on the slightly flat hillside.

Sparks were floating, the firelight was swaying and warm, Chen Yi and Min Ning were sitting opposite each other.

The nun sat down next to him quietly, thinking that from Min Ning's perspective, it looked a bit like a couple sitting side by side in the hall.

However, Min Ning didn't pay any attention to it. She poured wine from the wine gourd, and the rich and mellow aroma filled her nose.

Min Ning pushed the bowl over and said with a smile, "Jiannanchun, the wine of Shu."

Chen Yi didn't know what wine was, but he knew it was good wine. He took it in his hand and said, "It looks like good wine."

The mellow wine was full of fruity aroma. Min Ning poured another bowl for the nun and continued, "If it's not good, I won't put it in my waist. Su Zi said: A hundred coins for a bucket of thick and silent wine, nectar is slightly turbid and clear."

When Chen Yi first heard this poem, he thought that Min Ning was really extraordinary, as he could even quote from classics. He couldn't help but ask, "Did you read this in a book?"

"No, I just heard it from others." Min Ning said with a smile.

As she laughed, her body swayed slightly, and seeing that the wine was about to spill out, she lowered her head and took a sip of the wine.

Chen Yi saw this and felt a little sad. When they parted before, she couldn't hold her liquor anymore. After more than half a year, she had become a drunkard.

Min Ning looked up and saw that he was covered in blood, so he asked, "Did you just kill someone?"

Chen Yi flicked his clothes and said, "Yes, I killed a group of Taoists who deceived the world and stole their reputations. There were only more than twenty of them."

The group of Taoists mentioned three people they wanted to kill. When he heard the first two, he was a little confused, but when he heard the third, he immediately understood.

If that isn’t his Da Yin, then who else could it be?

The nun tilted her head. Chen Yi had only killed more than twenty people, while she had killed countless ghosts in her dream. He was far inferior to her.

There was no need to show off. Yin Weiying quietly raised his bowl to taste the wine, looking at the moon and feeling sorry for himself.

They finally met, so she could understand and said less, and tolerated the affection between them, as long as it wasn't too strong.

This lady is really kind to others and behaves like an elder.

Chen Yi lowered his head and took a sip of wine. The sweet taste seeped into the tip of his tongue and slid into his throat. He looked straight at Min Ning.

At this moment, his consciousness was all on Min Ning. He hadn't seen him for a long time, and he said in a trance:

"I miss you."

Min Ning's heart skipped a beat, her face felt slightly hot, she closed her eyes, then opened them again:

"Then I win."

"Won?"

"I just miss you sometimes."

(End of this chapter)