Chapter 8 — Tu Lien Ky

While I was beating them, Hao Thien Trach was sitting cross-legged, eyes half-closed, calming his breathing. When I turned back to look, he just opened his eyes, his eyes were as calm as the spring breeze, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, his voice was still calm: "Thanh Dao... You... should wake up." I don't understand what he's saying, and I don't want to listen. Anger burned, murderous intent obscured reason. “Shut up!” I roared, magic power accumulated in my palm, and immediately rushed straight towards him. Hao Thien Trach did not avoid it, he really thought... I can't bear to take action. But my palm hit him straight in the heart. “Phew!” He spit out a large mouthful of blood, his face was pale, and his breathing was almost interrupted. In his eyes, shock and sadness piled up. “You… really… Want to kill me?” I didn't answer, I just silently watched him fall, clutching my chest and barely breathing. At this moment, a faint rush of blood covered my whole body. I slowly turned my head, my eyes swept over the people standing next to me, my voice was hoarse like magic: "Who else... Who... will be next?" My finger lifted slightly, pointing straight at my brother - the person who just now smiled brightly and blessed me. He trembled and stepped back, but I couldn't see his face clearly, what was before my eyes was only a thick layer of blood fog. There was a voice echoing in my head, full of trembling: "Thanh Dao... Stop... You will become a ghost..." Who is speaking? I don't know. Or... I don't want to know anymore. My fingers were just about to touch his throat when a sigh as light as the wind rang in his ears. At that moment, a ray of golden light from the sky cut through the dark clouds and shone straight down on people. Amidst the sea of blood and murderous intent, we seemed to see Van Nguyen standing right in front of us. He gently raised his hand, his fingertips were cold and soft, gently touching my seal. “Let's go home, little Lien Hoa.” A moment of quiet. My body seemed to sink into a deep sea of dreams, I fell into a very long dream... In the dream - Six years old, Van Nguyen wiped the corner of his sleeve to wipe my tears, smiled shyly, and said: "A Dao, don't cry, I'm here." Eight years old, Van Nguyen stretched out his thin arms to block an evil dog, despite the sharp claws tearing his shoulder blades, he still gritted his teeth to protect him from behind. When he was nine years old, he secretly stole his mother's heirloom jade bracelet, put it in my hand, and whispered in a low voice: "In the future... Dao Dao will be my bride." At the age of ten, Van Nguyen hunched his back and sat in the sun, just to give me a silk flower. At the age of eleven, because of me, he frankly refused in front of a group of noble ladies, causing them to lose all face. … And at the age of eighteen, Van Nguyen put on a blood-red uniform and blocked a fatal knife blow for me.

"Van Nguyen..." I woke up with a start, my whole body trembling, my breath was chaotic as if I was about to suffocate in a sea of blood. Breathing was ragged, like a stranded fish unable to find oxygen. It turns out... I haven't never been moved. It's just... this love - I don't know when it started, but from the moment I was born, I couldn't get rid of it! Right at this moment, from the window, a person wearing a mysterious robe quietly walked in, his long hair was loose, and his backlit figure approached. I frowned, unable to see his face clearly. Only when he sat down on the edge of the bed did I take a deep breath and realize in horror - That was a face exactly like Van Nguyen! No... it should be said that it's similar, but more accurately... not a single mistake. But the strange thing is, gas That means his body is completely different. If Van Nguyen is the bright moon in the world, then he is like an ancient tree that has gone through thousands of years of wind and rain, quiet and profound, carrying a kind of ancient fortune. My voice was hoarse, as if I had lost my soul: "Who... are you?" He just smiled faintly, as if he had been waiting for this question for a long time. Warm but steady hands slowly wrapped around my hand. The voice was low, echoing each word as if pulling my soul back: "Don't be afraid... I'm coming... to take you home." “Ah Dao… I am your Van Nguyen, have you forgotten?” I frowned slightly, my heart filled with doubt. Can't believe it. Don't dare admit it. We faced each other, eyes met eyes, but there was no longer any affection left. He just sighed softly, his voice low as if mixed with the morning wind: "Idiot... you really forgot too many things."

He helped me stand up, walked slowly, leading me out of the room, straight outside. I just discovered... I have returned to the Tu Lien clan. In the past, this place was vast and vast, with flowers blooming, fog swirling, and aura abundant. But now — there is only a still, dry, dead black puddle, with no trace of its former glory. I quietly followed his back, walking through the ruined corridors, walking past the abandoned main hall, stepping on paths full of wild thorns... Finally, we stopped in front of the back mountain. “This place…” I spoke softly, my heart felt like it was being squeezed by an invisible hand. With hasty steps, I went ahead and entered an old cave. This place... used millennia of ice to preserve a divine body. But after the Tu Lien clan perished, that divine body also disappeared without a trace. “Could it be… you still don't remember?” He smiled, his eyes as deep as an abyss. At that moment, a silver bell sounded from afar, weaving through every crevice of memory, tapping into my mind... Memories began to return. There was once an ancient god who existed in the Three Realms - people called him Te Uyen. {Read full on page Nguyet Hoa Cac} Te Uyen... powerful magic power, peerless intelligence, but did not like to live in heaven. He likes to wander the world alone, only chooses a quiet mountainous place, maintains a lake to sleep in, and lives his days freely. But I... at that time, was just a small purple lotus branch in his lake. Thirteen thousand years ago, Te Uyen suddenly fell into a long sleep, no one knew the reason. As soon as the news spread, the demons of the four realms all had red eyes and were hungry for the divine body. To protect our master, all of our Purple Lotus Clan broke the transformation seal, willing to use our flesh and blood to protect our god, quietly waiting for him to wake up. However, with Te Uyen's breathing sinking deeper into the dream, the mountain town's great formation gradually weakened. No matter how powerful the Tu Lien clan is, in the end they cannot stand being eroded day by day. Then one day... traitor appeared within the clan. The battle gate was broken and the Tu Lien clan was completely massacred. Even Te Uyen's divine body disappeared from the world. At that moment, Hao Thien Trach appeared, led me out of the sea of blood, and brought me back to Thien Gioi. From then on, I carried the destiny of Tu Lien, and people respectfully called me: "Thanh Dao, pay my respects to God." When memories burst out, I turned to look at him, intending to kneel down and bow. He gently lifted me up again, his fingertips lightly touching my seal, then a kiss as light as a feather fell. middle of the forehead. “Did I… ever say… you guys are my servants?” I was momentarily stunned. When we had spiritual consciousness, we considered him our master, no one dared to disrespect him. Facing him, a nameless vagueness arose in my heart... He - Te Uyen - just sighed softly, his voice like the sound of an ancient harp slipping through the morning wind, echoing in my soul. "A Dao... don't talk about human things, even before that, you and I were together for hundreds of thousands of years." I bit my lip, memories flowed like a silent stream. When I first opened my spiritual consciousness, I always secretly crawled into his arms every time he fell asleep. Every time like that, he just smiled gently, picked me up and put me back in the garden, gently scolding me in a gentle voice: "Naughty... aren't you afraid that leaving the spiritual pond for too long will damage your roots?" I stuck out my tongue and made a ghost face, then didn't pay any attention. Next time, I'll still be just as reckless. Te Uyen saw that I was embarrassed, so he did not press me to ask further. The next day, out of nowhere, he brought back a basket of seeds. They bloom into green lotus, white lotus, powdery lotus... only there is no purple lotus. But he had no regrets, just smiled softly and said: "Whether or not... you in my heart will forever be the only one." After that, we each took a trip to Thien Cung. At that time, Thien De took over. The person sitting on the throne is the one who once held Ti Tii Ti Ty — Tu Menh. Hao Thien Trach and Can Chieu Nien, because they arbitrarily interfered with the mortal world, even attempted to kill mortals, were imprisoned in the Thunder Prison Department, every day being punished by heavenly lightning, repenting for their sins. It is said that after being seriously injured by me, both of them lost their cultivation level and had difficulty recovering. As for Can Tuyet Du... she was seriously injured, her wound was eroded by demonic energy, and she still fell down. Her soul was banished to Netherworld, went through ninety-nine reincarnations, suffered enough pain in the human world, before having hope of returning to the fairy world. Later, Nguyet Lao revealed to me - It turns out, my love life is not on earth, but is predetermined in Heaven. No wonder... when I fell to the human world, I broke through my cultivation level and my magic power skyrocketed. At that time, Te Uyen personally carved two wooden villains - one Ly Van Nguyen, one Van Dao. We hand them over to Nguyet Lao, so that the two dharma bodies of mortals can replace us and complete our earthly destiny. And this time... Te Uyen and I, quietly standing far away, saw that Ly Van Nguyen no longer had any hindrances, marching to process Van Dao into the palace. Ly Van Nguyen ascended the throne and proclaimed Van Dao queen. In a lifetime, in the harem, there is only one person. He loves her, loves her purely. She loves him, loves him to the point of life and death. [Run out of]