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Chapter 282 281. The truth about Yu Shou, the final lie (5.7K words - please subscribe)
Whoosh.
Song Yan suddenly stopped and looked around. It was pitch black and empty. It was still some distance away from the nearest star field, but his spiritual sense was suddenly greatly compressed.

His figure suddenly fell, and when he turned over the map, he found that the spiritual mark on the map had also disappeared.

For a monk traveling through the starry sky, losing spiritual awareness is like losing eyes, and losing a map is like losing a compass at sea.

But Song Yan did not panic.

He already knew that the Xisheng curse covered a wide area in this world, and "blocking spiritual consciousness" and "erasing spiritual consciousness maps" were normal phenomena brought about by this curse.

Not only are these normal, but there are also some points to note.

You cannot use any time-related or divination-related items or treasures;

Can't think about what I'm going to do.
Otherwise, it would not just be a "blockade of spiritual consciousness", but would tamper with one's fate, fix it, and make it irreversible.

If it was a normal Xi Sheng, it would not be like this; but for the crazy Xi Sheng, it has turned into a catastrophe and disaster.

"call"

Song Yan simply emptied his mind, opened his hands, lay in the dark and cold starry sky, and then simply exerted a force on himself, no longer caring about where he was going.

He had anticipated this situation before leaving Zixiaotian, and Song Yan from the human world used the power of Saint Nuwa to pray for him - you will have good luck.

In Xi Sheng's cursed field, unless he uses the power of another saint to fight against it, it will be of little effect, and that will doom him to be involved in a new and complicated situation.

So, he let himself go and just went with the flow.

He wanted to see where "good luck" would take him.

"call"

"call"

Lying in the starry sky, you won't be hungry or die. You can just exert a force to push yourself forward and then drift aimlessly.

Suddenly, a terrifying scene appeared in Song Yan's mind: the little white tiger tore open his belly, broke his soul, and drilled out of his body, and then licked his face bit by bit with its hooks. With each lick, a layer of flesh on his face was torn off. Soon, his eyeballs were licked out, hanging on his cheeks through nerves, and his bones were licked out. While the little white tiger was eating him, its body shape slowly changed and turned into a huge shadow, and the shadow laughed like a silver bell: "Finally. It's out."

Song Yan hurriedly tried to suppress this thought.

It is obvious that the curse in the Xisheng area is trying to "mislead his destiny". Once he really thinks that way, a fate that was not originally like this will happen.

However, it was not easy to suppress this thought because it kept bubbling up, at first like a clear spring, then gradually becoming stronger, like a volcanic eruption.

Song Yan was struggling
He pressed it down with all his might.

He had never felt so tired.

The thought popped up quickly and suddenly appeared, and he needed to suppress it in time, but he couldn't use other thoughts to suppress it.

I do not know how long it has been
Bang!
He crashed into a void broken star and then changed direction to go to another place.

The thought of "the little white tiger devouring him and turning into Nuwa" was finally suppressed. Song Yan actually felt extremely tired, as if he was "a mortal who had not slept all night because of toothache, and then felt a little better in the early morning."

He was a little dazed and even felt very sleepy.

At this moment, another picture emerged in his mind: he vaguely saw three black shadows appearing near him, one on the left, one on the right, and one in the middle. He wanted to get up quickly, but he was in a nightmare, as if he was possessed by a ghost, and he couldn't move at all. He knew the two black shadows very well. The one on the left was the master of the Five Spirits Demon Palace, the one on the right was Gu Mohan, and the one in the middle was Ning Daozhen. The three of them looked at him sinisterly, and a smile slowly appeared on their lips, and then they stretched out their hands at the same time and grabbed him. "Daoguo." "Daoguo!" "Daoguo!!!"

Song Yanmeng suddenly woke up again and realized that he was affected by Xisheng's curse.

So, he began to stay awake again and suppress every thought that arose.

Over and over again, like falling into an endless cycle
I can’t see the future, I can’t find hope, I can only keep enduring.

He is already used to this kind of thing.

In fact, although it was painful, it didn't last long. Maybe it was only a few months, maybe a year, or a few years. Song Yan felt that his consciousness had recovered and he also felt a bright star field.
He fell towards the star field.

He did not resist, nor did he use any strength or spiritual awareness, he just followed the feeling of falling.

He really wanted to know where the blessing of "Saint Nuwa" would take him.

Bang!
The clear lake water splashes.

"Someone jumped off the cliff!" a shout rang out.

Not long after, someone quickly ran into the water, paddled with both hands, and pulled out the boy who was slowly sinking.

After a while of pressing his abdomen, Song Yan spat out a few mouthfuls of water, opened his eyes and looked outside.

Green mountains, green waters and towering cliffs.

He fell into the deep water under the cliff, so people mistakenly thought he committed suicide.

"Kid, what's bothering you?" came the old man's voice.

He looked at the old man and thought to himself: 'What kind of good luck is this?'

The old man has white hair, is thin, has wrinkles all over his face, and wears a grey shirt that is clean but not luxurious, showing that he is just an ordinary person.
Seeing him wake up, the old man slowly raised his hand and said with a smile: "Such a handsome kid, you have died once, so just live well."

Song Yan said: "Who am I?"

The old man was stunned for a moment, then after some questioning, he found out that the boy had lost his memory, so he took him to the government office again, and after a lot of interrogation and waiting, he still couldn't find out the boy's name.

The government told them to go back and wait for news, and urged them to leave quickly.

The old man took Song Yan back home, and then stared at him for a long time, sighing and saying: "Maybe it is God's will that I have no children in my life, but you were born before I died. Boy, I will pass on my lifelong skills to you. Although it is not much, if you learn it, you can earn a living."

Song Yan nodded.

He was a little confused in his heart: Could this old man be a Xuanhuang Seventh Realm? But it was not the case, because now he had completely restrained his power, and in the eyes of ordinary people, he was just an ordinary person.

"Look, these soybeans need to be soaked first. It will take a shorter time when it's hot, and a longer time when it's cold. I've already soaked them. After that, I'll grind them into pulp. Come and give me a hand."

"right"

"right"

"That's quite a bit of strength."

"Then we filter out the dregs and put the juice into buckets."

"Add firewood and cook it."

"Watch carefully, skim off the foam on top."

"Then, add some brine, and it will solidify in half an hour."

"After it solidifies, wrap it in cloth, put it in this box, and press it with a wooden board. If it's tender, it will take one or two sticks of incense. If it's older, it will only take more than half an hour."

The old man taught patiently.

Song Yan studied seriously.

Then, he finally understood what he had learned.

He learned how to make tofu.

This old man was just an ordinary person who carried tofu on his shoulder and sold it door to door, but sometimes, he would stay in the house and wait for people to buy.

The old man's name was Wang Jinming. Because Song Yan had "amnesia", the old man called him Wang Qingya. The name came from the fact that the cliff he jumped from was called "Qingya".

Wang Jinming had never been married and had no children. After he adopted Song Yan, he treated him as his own son and taught him wholeheartedly.

In the blink of an eye, several years passed. One day, the old man fainted. Song Yan hurriedly called a doctor, but the doctor diagnosed that he had a chronic disease that was incurable.

Song Yan was patient in fulfilling his filial duties. At the same time, he took on the tasks of making and selling tofu. He got up early and went to bed late every day. Whenever he earned some copper coins, in addition to buying beans, he would buy some meat to make soup for the old man.

The neighbors saw this and said, "Old Man Wang is so lucky to have such a son at the end of his life." Song Yan also gained the title of "filial son" in the local area.

Because Song Yan is diligent, good-looking, and filial, many matchmakers around him have their eyes on him, but no one has come to propose marriage yet. The reason is very simple - they are all waiting for old man Wang to die. Otherwise, if their daughters marry him, they may have to pay for his medical expenses.

Song Yan made his own plaque, simply wrote "Wang's Tofu" and posted it on the door of his house.

His handwriting was written in a style that showed that of a famous calligrapher. When people considered his amnesia, they felt that he must have been from a wealthy family before he lost his memory.

After the plaque was put up on the house, many families who were originally on the sidelines began to ask the matchmaker to come over.

Song Yan simply refused on the grounds that he needed to take care of old man Wang.

He had a feeling of floating in the void.

He is waiting.

He was wondering where good luck lies.

He didn't even use any of his spiritual sense to explore this world, but just maintained the appearance of an ordinary person and waited patiently.

Gradually, Song Yan stopped selling tofu and started making tofu pudding and tofu pudding.

It’s summer now, and the cool and smooth sweet tofu pudding is very popular.

In addition, he was clean-looking and well-mannered, so Wang Ji Tofu had quite a few customers.

This day.
early morning.

downtown.

Many people came to Wang's Tofu, some shouting "Give me a bowl of sweet tofu pudding" and some shouting "Give me a bowl of salty tofu pudding". After Song Yan served old man Wang on the sickbed, he was busy alone in front of and behind people.

In this busyness, he had a sense of peace and a feeling that the cause and effect between heaven and earth were slowly fading away.

Mortals are ants, how could ants be noticed by heaven and earth?

His karma was extremely clean, so clean that only Song Yan from the human world knew who he was. Now, before he had any contact with other people, he had already mixed with mortals. He could be said to be a mortal through and through.

While I was busy, a voice suddenly came from the side.

"My lady wants a serving of sweet tofu pudding."

Familiar voice.

Song Yan subconsciously turned his head and saw a maid in white standing in front of him.

This maid turned out to be Wang Susu.

He looked at her absentmindedly for a few times, but Wang Susu was not surprised at all because she was used to this kind of gaze from men.

On that day, she didn't have the chance to leave and was caught by the people of the Blood River Sect. After that, due to a series of coincidences and twists and turns, she was sent to that person because of a karmic relationship with him.

Wang Susu never thought that the person was Qiu Lianyue from many, many years ago.

In addition to Wang Susu, Yu Xuanwei was also sent here. Naturally, both women became Qiu Lianyue's maids.

"My dear, am I beautiful?" Wang Susu teased the little fellow from the mortal world. She had heard of this filial son and now, looking at his appearance, she liked him for some reason. So, she thought about having some sex with this little fellow and rolling around in bed with him.

Song Yan lowered his head hurriedly and said, "Miss, sweet tofu pudding is ready."

Soon, he prepared the sweet tofu pudding and carried it to a distance personally, and then he saw the person whom Wang Susu called Miss.

His pupils contracted slightly.

'Qiu Lianyue!'

How can it be? !
Almost the moment he saw Qiu Lianyue, he thought of countless things.

This was the first cauldron he owned when he first arrived in the other world. He was also a mortal who could not practice cultivation. This mortal's life had a beginning and an end, and there was no doubt about it at all.

But now?
This is not the case.

Could it be that Qiu Lianyue had noticed him from the very beginning, and there was a powerful Xuanhuang Seventh Realm expert by his side?

But if that was the case, why didn't she do anything?

Song Yan was shocked and couldn't imagine it.

Qiu Lianyue also looked at him, and then suddenly raised her fingers and started counting.

That finger fiddled with the void, as if stroking the line of cause and effect, and in an instant it could see through a person completely.

He fiddled with it with his long white fingers for a few times, then slowly put them away, pointed to the seat opposite him, and said, "Sit down."

Song Yan lowered his head, his cheeks flushed, and did not dare to look at her.

Wang Susu was laughing beside him, and whispered in a coquettish voice: "Sit down, filial son, this is the second Miss Qiu of the Qiu family."

Song Yan sat down awkwardly and said hesitantly, "It's Miss Qiu. Second Miss Qiu."

Qiu Lianyue took two bites of the sweet tofu pudding and said, "I really like the tofu pudding you make. I just happened to hear about your story. So I plan to take you into the Qiu Mansion and let you work in the kitchen to make tofu pudding and bean curd. Is that okay?"

As soon as the words fell, there was an uproar around.

Discussions arose.

"Qiu Mansion, isn't that General Qiu's residence?"

"Stupid boy, why don't you agree?"

"Hurry up and agree to it. This is a good opportunity to get promoted."

On weekdays, Song Yan has a good character and his neighbors also hope for the best for him, so some people began to urge him.

Song Yan was silent for a moment, then said, "I still have to ask my father for instructions."

Qiu Lianyue nodded.

A few months later, in early winter
Qiu Mansion.

The night was dark and windy, with a light snowfall.

Qiu Lianyue took off her dress and wrapped her beautiful body in a warm quilt. The charcoal in the stove gave off a faint pine scent, warming the cold room. However, there was not much charcoal in the stove. It was obvious that the second young lady of the Qiu family was suppressed in the mansion.

At this moment, a dark shadow suddenly appeared in front of her, and directly pinched her snow-white neck, and then a hissing sound came from the darkness.

"Tell me! Why do you have two powerful monks serving as maids?"

"Wang Qingya?"

"That's right, but I am actually a cultivator as well. I just took over Wang Qingya's body. Don't change the subject, just tell me!"

Song Yan held Qiu Lianyue's neck tightly.

If the latter was just a mortal, he would have feelings for him.

But since he met Qiu Lianyue here and saw Wang Susu and Yu Xuanwei as her maids, he already knew that Qiu Lianyue was definitely not an ordinary person.

Since Qiu Lianyue invited him into the Qiu Mansion, she naturally noticed that he was unusual.

in this way
He observed for a while, and when he found nothing unusual, he chose to take action directly.

To strike first is to be strong, but to strike later is to suffer disaster.

If the opponent is at the seventh level of Xuanhuang, then his weakest point is his body.

"Don't try to play any tricks. If I sense something is wrong, I will die together with you." Song Yan's voice was cold.

Qiu Lianyue suddenly laughed.

"I was wondering who you were, but now I know."

"Is this The Way of Heavenly Evolution, Brother Song?"

Song Yan's expression darkened, his eyes rolled, and he said, "It seems you know everything."

Qiu Lianyue burst into laughter and said, "Brother Song, now that I've revealed your name, you can't pretend anymore."

Song Yan's thoughts were revealed and he remained silent.

He originally planned to "use an attitude of pretending to admit it to make the other party doubt himself", but now Qiu Lianyue obviously really recognized him.

Song Yan was also straightforward and got straight to the point: "Lianyue, I thought it was a pity that I couldn't leave with you in Jin State and spend my life as a merchant in the mortal world. It turns out that it was all my wishful thinking."

Qiu Lianyue said: "Brother Song is indeed a nostalgic person."

Song Yan said: "Be frank, who are you?"

Qiu Lianyue said: "Brother Song, have you ever felt strange? Daoguo is called Daoguo, but why do we have to add the words Yushou?"

Song Yan looked at her coldly.

At this moment, he had already understood that the person in front of him was not even at the seventh level of Xuanhuang, but at a higher level.

Qiu Lianyue said: "Because Yu Shou was given to you, Brother Song, by me."

As she spoke, she sighed and said, "I wanted to pick Brother Song's Dao Fruit, but the Dao Fruit belongs to Brother Song, and no one else can get their hands on it. So, I couldn't pick it. Not only that, but my remaining life force was also stolen by Brother Song."

The air was still silent.

Qiu Lianyue raised her hand and tried to pry Song Yan's fingers apart gently, but failed. Suddenly, she stopped trying and instead clamped her legs together like a pair of scissors, then twisted them around Song Yan's strong waist, pulling him down onto the couch.

The two rolled around for a few rounds, and Song Yan sat on top, continuing to look at her.
Qiu Lianyue said: "Brother Song, I didn't do anything excessive. If you saw a Dao fruit in a mortal's body, you would definitely pick it, right?"

Song Yan said in a deep voice: "Are you the seventh saint besides Wa, Xi, Hou, Di Zang, Xuehe, and Long?"

Qiu Lianyue said: "Yes."

Song Yan suddenly let go of his hand and stopped riding on Qiu Lianyue. He asked with concern, "Master, did I hurt you?"

Qiu Lianyue said: "Brother Song, it's like this.

There is something wrong with this world, so the Three Saints went crazy.

Underground Burial, Blood River, Dragon, and I invaded from the outside world.

All we want is to refine the Three Saints and then merge with the Dao."

Song Yan said: "Is the pursuit of the saints in harmony with the Tao?"

Qiu Lianyue nodded, and then continued: "If you want to merge with the Dao, you must first control the three realms.

The Blood River Saint arrived first, and after a great battle, he lay dormant to recover and recuperate.

After that, he buried the saint underground and joined hands with the dragon to seal the later saint.

However, the Later Saint was secretly released by some monks, who severely injured the Dragon Saint and then escaped.

After the seal was lifted, Di Zang saw that Hou Sheng had escaped and Dragon Sheng was weak, so he swallowed the dragon. The remaining dragon tablets were all engraved with "Di Zang Forbidden Sutra". The one who understood it was Huang Tian, ​​the master of Wuling Heavenly Demon Palace. He left behind a set of skills called "Law of Dragon Burial".

That battle was earth-shattering, and I was just a bystander. I had been hiding on the sidelines hoping to take advantage of the situation, but I felt the timing was not right, so I didn’t make a move. It was for this reason that I paid extra attention to that area, and then I met Brother Song.”

"I am quite happy when I am with Brother Song."

Song Yan listened.

Qiu Lianyue's story made him understand what had happened on that land.

The people who released the "later saint" should be Gu Mohan and his gang. No wonder, he felt that it was unreasonable for such a powerful person like Gu Mohan to die in the small world of Emperor Cunxin. It turned out that Gu Mohan was directly involved in the war between saints.

"So what does the master want to do now?" Song Yan asked.

Qiu Lianyue pulled the quilt, then kicked Song Yan next to her with her leg like a spoiled child, and said with a smile: "Song brother used to hug me from behind and make love with me, and then talk to me in bed after we got good, but now he calls me master all the time, I'm really not used to it."

"What about Sister Qiu?"

"Oh, what I want to do now is to control the three realms. However, although Xi, Wa, and Hou are crazy, they are still in the same group.

The Blood River, the Earth Burial, and the Dragon are in the same group.

I, the seventh saint, am all alone and have to disguise myself as a half-saint. Naturally, I want to find someone to partner with.

Brother Song, do you think we can be together? "

"What is Dao Fruit?"

"Brother Song, your own opportunity is something so mysterious that I think it was picked from another world.

Don't worry, if I could pick this fruit, I would have picked it long ago, and it wouldn't have come to this."

"What's your plan?"

"Wait until both sides are defeated. Although Xi Sheng is strong, Di Zang released the dragon, and now he has joined forces with Xuehe. Three saints are fighting against one saint. Xi Sheng will be defeated sooner or later. What we have to do is to find the right opportunity to make them both defeated, and then we will benefit." Qiu Lianyue smiled and said, "What do you think, Brother Song?"

Song Yan said: "Of course I will listen to you, Master."

Qiu Lianyue said: "Brother Song is still wary of me, so what if the master wants to be with you?"

Song Yan said nothing, pulled up the quilt and pressed it down hard.

The young lady screamed and was tossed by the waves
Song Yan knew that this might be his last time on the brink of destruction.

(End of this chapter)