The Spirit World

Chapter 398: Childlike Replica

[Middle section of the Thousand-foot Steps at Bailing Mountain]

"I don't see any fear in your eyes... It's really interesting." The man smiled and touched his head. He always felt that he was a little embarrassed. Or rather, this face, coupled with the clothes of a Bailingshan disciple, was shy enough and looked unusually immature. He even pursed his lips because the wind was too strong.

He walked down the steps, looking at the girl with interest. The woman's dress was blown by the wind, but fortunately, the dress did not make her feel uncomfortable. The red dress was blown by the wind and fluttered around her knees. He looked at the woman who was also looking at him. There were many different expressions in her eyes... It was definitely not fear... but confusion. However, he thought it was more interesting and circled around her. She just turned her head and stared at him.

She was holding a dead owl in her arms, with its eyes wide open. If you just looked at it, it would indeed be cute, but if I told you that it was dead, no matter how cute it was, you would have to take a step back.

"Are you... Ning Shulu?" Lin'er tilted her head and blinked at him.

"Oh My God……"

He was startled by these words and slipped, sliding down the stone steps and falling just below Lin'er.

"Isn't it? You are three brothers?" Lin'er looked at her funny appearance and just tilted her head in the opposite direction.

"You must already know who I am, so I won't introduce myself to avoid embarrassing everyone... To be honest... I am a replica of him..." He stood straight and straightened his clothes that were rustling in the wind: "I am a... puppet... Anyway, neither of them is a human."

He raised his head and looked up at her, looking into her eyes.

"Oh..." Lin'er looked at him for a second, then looked down the mountain. The figure that had long been invisible was naturally gone.

The wind is so strong that it's about to blow people over...

"He doesn't seem... very gentlemanly..." He touched his waist, stretched in the wind, and rubbed his shoulders: "He left you here and went down the mountain alone..."

"It's hard to say... He has his own reasons for everything he does... I... actually... don't care..." Lin'er looked at him: "You are a replica... You should also understand his difficulties..."

"I understand, I understand..." He quickly explained: "But, understanding is useless..."

He climbed up a step, put his hands behind his back, and pulled his hands comfortably. His strong arms made a cracking sound when the bones were pulled.

"This is not something I can control... I'm just a small replica... Anyway... I just need to occupy this position... The rest is none of my business. I can't help him..." He seemed very aggrieved and pouted from time to time.

"Actually, I also have a jade pendant that proves my identity... I wonder if it can help him..." Lin'er sighed.

"I don't know... But to be honest... Even if he was in my current position, he would be suppressed by others... Wutong Division... Is not easy to mess with... That is the iron fist of the emperor... Until now, I have never asked for the management rights of Wutong Division... And I dare not ask for it. Do you understand what I mean? He must understand this principle, so it is not necessarily that he came here to find me and kill me..."

He breathed in the strong wind, his chest held high, and he maintained this breath for a long time.

Lin'er had no choice but to nod helplessly.

"Well... he really didn't come to see you... he came to see an old man... his name is Lang Yishu Weng... did you know him?"

"Oh... I know... He seems to have gone traveling... He hasn't come back yet..." He pinched his face again and stuck out his tongue, as if he was exercising his face.

"When will you be back?"

"do not know……"

Another strong wind blew, blowing up Lin'er's long skirt. He whistled, his eyes fixed on Lin'er's gray thighs.

"Wow..." He narrowed his eyes a little obscenely: "I also want a girlfriend like this... Although I am a replica... But... I am still willing to replace the original..."

“Ah… you make such a lewd expression on your face… it makes me feel a little uncomfortable… Brother Yufeng never does this…” Lin’er held down her skirt with disgust. She didn’t feel embarrassed… after all, she was wearing a pair of longer pants under the skirt.

"Then what should I do... I'm not him... I just look like him, and I don't want to replace him at all... He is so miserable... Who would want to replace him... Are you crazy?" He touched his hair. His tied hair was blown by the wind. If it was let down, he would easily look like a madman.

"I have a question. How do you know you are a copy?" Lin'er sat down on the step above her, placed the owl in her arms on her knees, and looked at him with interest.

He also imitated her movements and sat down next to her.

"My mind tells me... I am a replica of Chang Yufeng... He is the young master of Bailing Mountain, and I am also the young master of Bailing Mountain... Ah... No... Only if he is, can I be..."

It feels very natural that he is so frank. You don't feel cheated at all. It's as if he is really speaking the truth from his heart and every word is true. He doesn't feel like he is deliberately trying to deceive you. That's the fact.

"Then... why do you think I understand what you are saying?" Lin'er said something he didn't quite understand. He looked down the mountain. The wind was howling. Even if it was exaggerated, it might not be able to alarm these two people.

“Because… everything was guessed… my… uh… master? That’s what I should call you… she said you could understand… so, I told you… she said it’s okay to tell you these things… otherwise, I would suffocate to death… do you know how painful it is to hide these secrets that can be called secrets in my heart for two years?” He seemed very frustrated, but suddenly became excited: “Now that you’re here… I feel much more comfortable… I can finally tell others about this, you don’t know… this place is like a cage for the young master of Bailing Mountain… I feel like I’m in prison… every day except practicing, practicing, practicing, practicing… there’s nowhere to go… it’s really worrying me…”

When he complained, he put his elbows on his raised knees and supported his head with his other hand, turning his other hand outward, giving the illusion of a little woman complaining about her husband.

"That being said... there really are people in this world who are very smart... maybe..." Lin'er touched her calf, the friction generated heat, which made her feel better and not be praised as a fool.

"I don't know...how can I care about others...I am just a person sent here to jail...I can't even be called a replica..." He must have been very sad when he said it, but his arrogant tone didn't seem pitiful at all, it was even just...a complaint, a pure complaint.

"Okay... I know it's not easy for you... You've already said it just now..." Lin'er looked at the flashing blue light rushing over at the bottom of the mountain, like a beam of lightning attached to the ground, but it was pure blue... The spiritual power beam of light shot up into the sky, dispersing the white clouds at night, revealing the rosy starry sky. “I really don’t know what you are thinking… You can’t even live a good life… You’re thinking about intrigue all day long… If you didn’t intrigue… I could go out and see the world outside Bailing Mountain… I wouldn’t be really like a resentful woman in the boudoir…” He didn’t complain this time. Looking at the blue light slowly dissipating one by one, he was obviously much happier. He looked at Lin’er beside him, smiled with the corners of his mouth curled up, and said: “You say… If I were the real boss… would you like me? I have the leisure time to go around… Unlike him who is always thinking about how to defeat those seven big demons… He doesn’t have time to travel with you… He doesn’t care at all whether you are happy or not… How about it? Consider me? I look like him… Just follow me happily… Give me some big fat boys… Hahahaha…”

“Hahahahaha…” Lin’er also laughed and turned her head towards him, suddenly staring at him seriously: “Shut up!”

“There’s nothing I can do… I’m just like this… I haven’t talked to a discerning person for a long time… Finally one comes… I must speak my mind to it… After you leave… I have to go to the “Heavenly Prison” to practice… Rather than being scolded by you… I would rather talk… Even if you are annoyed to death, I will still say it… a little bit…” He actually began to stick out his tongue, which was really a little bit inappropriate for his image, but the way he pulled his mouth and stuck out his tongue was so natural, not artificial at all, and it was like… he would just do this while talking.

"You... aren't a child... haven't grown up yet?" Lin'er discovered... this "Chang Yufeng" might have intellectual problems and be like a child.

Still that kind of naughty kid.

You say he understands, but he doesn't understand it at all. You say he doesn't understand, but he understands it thoroughly.

"It's true a little bit." He put down his hand and lowered his head with some disappointment.

"I have no past, no childhood, I even just look like this person..." He pointed at himself, his hand drooping weakly: "What can I do... I'm only two years old... You can't lose your temper with a two-year-old..."

He seemed a bit persistent, but to be honest, he wasn't that annoying. After all, he had such a handsome face, so how could I describe him other than naughty... unreasonable, and not other more extreme words.

It’s like a child will tell you so much only if he trusts you. If he doesn’t trust you, he will keep silent or even look down on you.

"It's terrible... I don't know how to face you... If Brother Yufeng hadn't asked me to stay here, I would have followed him down the mountain." Lin'er turned her head and looked at the disciples of Bailing Mountain who had almost been transferred behind her. There was no one else here. They should have listened to the advice and hid in the mountains.

There is no doubt about this... At least in some aspects, the disciples of Bailing Mountain know how to protect themselves or others better.

After looking at him for a while, Lin'er looked at him again.

"Don't you need to hide? If there's an energy wave... I'm afraid you won't be able to hide..."

"Oh... then I'll leave right away..." He stood up and turned around with some sadness.

He walked forward stiffly... step by step. The strong wind was like huge waves, beating against his body. He lowered his head, just like a scolded child.

“I’m sad… sad… why… wow… why… I just want… to find someone to talk to but I can’t do it?” He was crying and the snot that suddenly came out stuck to his nose in the wind… and then it floated in the wind, more like a weapon… If there was someone there, no one would dare to approach…

"I'm here... I have no parents, no friends... and even no girlfriend... I just practice, practice, practice every day... Wuuuu... Oh my God! Uh ah ah ah ah ah!" He paused for a second, probably because he felt that his crying was not good enough, and cleared his throat: "Ahem... Uh ah ah ah ah! What should I do... I'm so pitiful..."

He wrung out his snot, and it was blown away by the wind...and fell on a tree...and the tree was blown down by the wind...or maybe the tree didn't want to live anymore...then he wiped his hands on his clothes.

"Okay, okay... stop crying..." Lin'er looked at the big boy with a bit of amusement. Although he had the same face as the man who had just looked at her seriously and told her to run, their personalities were completely different.

This "kid" is quite straightforward. I know what he wants to do at first glance... He is quite smart.

"You can stay here... just keep your mouth shut..."

"Hahaha...that's great..." The man jumped to Lin'er's side like a monkey and sat down like before.

"I know why you only practice and practice... If I asked you to do something else... you would have been seen through by others long ago..." Lin'er seemed to have thought of something and looked at the owl in her arms again.

"No... definitely, the purpose of your appearance is to kill Chang Yufeng... think about it... you are so stupid, even foolish. As long as you meet His Majesty, you will be so ugly that you will definitely die. Doesn't that mean the young master of the Ning family will be abolished? Whether you are killed publicly by His Majesty or secretly, no matter what the real Brother Yufeng does, he will never be able to obtain the title of Lord of the White Spirit. Who knows if you are really obedient and just practice without thinking."

"Ah... Now that you mention it, my master does have evil intentions..." He looked at Lin'er and touched his stomach. He was hungry, really hungry... That's why he touched his stomach.

"Not necessarily... If everything was predicted... then your obedient behavior should have been predicted... Even me sitting here and talking to you... was also predicted by others..." Lin'er closed the owl's eyes with her hands.

"Isn't that terrible?" He looked at a white ancient dragon rushing up into the sky at the foot of the mountain, just like the same beam of light just now.

"So what... Predictions are like this. If you predict it, you predict it... If you don't predict it... you don't predict it... No one can predict what they didn't predict... If someone can really predict it accurately... then he can definitely predict that his prediction is accurate, then that's too stupid..."

Lin'er watched a black shadow rushing into the sky. Two ice-blue meteors followed him, like his tail, but always keeping a distance.

"How can you be stupid?"

"Because... there's no point in predicting like that... If you predict that your prediction is correct, then why do you still need to predict?"

The two icy blue rays that broke through the sky exploded on the black shadow.

Like snowflakes condensing...

It seems like a heavy snow is falling from the sky...

Layer by layer, unfolding in the sky.

White...like a net, engulfing the entire world.

(End of this chapter)