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1151 城 When the City Was Broken Yi an YanEastern Fantasy179k WordsCompleted 6Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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(This is my second time reading this author's book. I was very satisfied with the previous one. It's worth it. Children. This article is a double clean, 1v1. There is CP and emotional drama. Note: It is not a heroine novel. The author's writing style is really great. Every book has golden sentences. Some storylines are touching, and some are hateful. Evil people will have their own destiny. Good people will eventually be rewarded. Wow, there is a life-and-death contract between the male and female protagonists, I cried to death, and there is also a fantasy linkage. I like you, the author. Can the world be kinder to Xie Dai and Achu ꒦ິ^꒦ິ) Jiang Dusheng VS Xie Jinchen My name is Jiang Dusheng, the one who can cross life and death, and cross people and ghosts. I have overcome the hardships of the common people, but I have not overcome the evil people. I am merciful, but I... May not be sure. "Jiang Dusheng..." He read her name as if he was holding a bitter yet sweet date. "You save all sentient beings and relieve obsessions. All the injustices and sorrows in this world seem to be overturned in the palm of your hand." His voice was so low that only he could hear clearly: "Only..." "If you don't save me, thank Jinchen." In this sentence, there are no complaints or accusations, only loneliness and self-mockery. It is like a feather, floating in the deepest part of the heart lake, causing ripples layer by layer, stirring up the emotions that are firmly sealed by reason. Finally, it returned to peace. Everyone in Changling City knew that the eldest daughter of the Minister of Rites was destined to have a bad fate. She was sent to Nanchan Temple at birth and was raised for eighteen years. There is no Buddhist chanting in the temple, only ghost hunting and talismans are taught. The family tried to find out at first, but later the mother even forgot to inform her about the birth of a daughter, and the prince, who was already married on the fingertips, turned around and proposed to marry her sister. The master waved his sleeves and said, "Disciple, your bad destiny, bah, your good destiny has arrived, go down the mountain." Everyone laughed at the eldest lady of Shangshufu for being a charlatan. Until the palace banquet, hundreds of ghosts walk at night, and the red light turns to blood. Everyone saw the woman holding a bone flute with cinnabar as the blade and sealing the soul with the flute. From then on, Jiang Dusheng's three words resounded throughout Changling City. That day, my younger sister rushed over to me with red eyes: "Sister..." Jiang Dusheng glanced at her lightly: "I have passed through life, through death, through misfortunes, through souls, through common life, except for brainless idiots." She claimed to be calculating the heavens and the earth, but she failed to calculate the evil star. I originally wanted to use his pure Yang evil energy to extend my life. On the night of the success, she packed up her small baggage and prepared to run away, but she was trapped in front of the Cinnabar Case. Her eyes were full of madness and stubbornness: "Jiang Dusheng, if you are going to save the world, can you also save me?" "I came from the embers of fire. I don't ask to become a Buddha. I just ask you to save me for the rest of my life." Later, when his clothes were stained with blood, he whispered desperately in her ear: "Jiang Dusheng, you have calculated all the secrets, but have you ever calculated that I will be your love disaster?" "If I can't find a place in your heart, I am willing... To be a ghost forever and be sealed by you." I am... A dual practitioner of Buddhism and Taoism. The monk took the child, stared down at it for a moment, thoughtfully, and then said for a long time: "This girl is here to save tribulations, either to save others or to save herself. The poor monk gave her a name to save her life. I hope she can survive the disasters in this life and... Save others." The night wind blew by, carrying her plain white clothes and gently fluttering. "Whatever I lose is not mine; since it is not mine, why not let go?" She raised her head slightly, looked at the bright moon in the sky, and said in a very soft voice: "What doesn't belong to me, even if it is once obtained, will eventually be lost. And those who truly belong to me, no matter how many detours they go around, will eventually arrive." At this time, in the second floor of the teahouse, a pair of eyes took in everything that had just happened, from beginning to end. Just as she was thinking about it, a deep voice came from beside her: "What's going on?" Jiang Dusheng subconsciously looked up, and the figure that came into view made her eyes sway. With just this glance, there seemed to be a bell buzzing and vibrating deep in the sea of ​​consciousness. She suddenly understood who the master's vague words of "evil fate" and so-called telepathy before leaving the temple were referring to. Just standing a few steps away from him, Jiang Dusheng could clearly feel a majestic purple energy that was contaminated with indescribable preciousness, gathering towards her like a trickling warm current. She walked about seven or eight steps, but her steps slowed down involuntarily. After all, he couldn't suppress his curiosity and turned his head back by mistake. At that time, the breeze blew by, blowing the silver thread secretly embroidered on his dark sleeves, and also blowing a strand of hair on Jiang Dusheng's cheek. She looked at the man who was still standing there and asked, "What's your name?" The man seemed not to have expected her to ask this question. He was obviously stunned for a moment, with a hint of surprise in his eyes, and then he said, "Thank you Jinchen." The three words came out clearly from his lips and teeth, and fell steadily into her ears like a whispered mantra. Jiang Dusheng got the answer and nodded slightly towards him without any expression. This time he didn't look back, his figure quickly merged into the crowd of people on the street and disappeared. Xie Jinchen said nothing. He just stood with his hands behind his hands, his eyes still fixed on the direction where Jiang Dusheng disappeared, and the string of jade beads on his fingertips had stopped moving at some point. He pursed his thin lips tightly and looked at the deserted street corner, his eyes as dark as night. "Go and check," he finally said, with no emotion in his voice, "Which family does that girl from just now belong to?" "Yes." The guard accepted the order and left silently. He didn't believe the nonsense she just said, but he keenly captured the key point. She wanted something, and what she wanted was unique and within herself. This was the confidence he could negotiate with her. If she wants to use him, she can, but she must show her true strength and sincerity. Jiang Dusheng heard what he meant. He didn't ask whether it was true or false, or why, but he was keenly aware that he had a bargaining chip in his hand. Jiang Dusheng's eyes flashed with appreciation. This was the first smart person she met after coming down the mountain. She likes to deal with smart people the most, it can save a lot of trouble. At the Meng family seat a little further away, although Mrs. Meng couldn't see clearly because she was seated at the back, she could still recognize the cold figure in the crowd. She raised the corners of her lips slightly and whispered to herself: "This child, after all, is a pearl that cannot hide its brilliance." Her words were full of love, as if she was watching her junior finally meet Bole. The seat in Duke Xie's mansion was slightly forward, and Xie Jinchen was playing with the wine glass with little interest. At this moment, he raised his eyelids when he heard the movement, and his eyes passed through the crowd and fell on the lavender figure. His stern eyebrows raised slightly, and then he returned to indifference. He just held the finger of the wine glass and unconsciously rubbed the wall of the glass. Her eyes moved slightly and fell on Xie Jinchen's handsome profile. Well, it's better to eat with this face in mind. At this moment, Xie Jinchen, who was sitting opposite Jiang Dusheng, was holding a cup and was about to drink. He inadvertently raised his eyes and caught Jiang Dusheng's quick glance at him. Something seemed to move in his cold eyes, like an almost invisible speck of dust falling from the surface of a frozen lake. His Adam's apple rolled, and he swallowed the wine in the glass along with the inexplicable smell. After doing this, she glanced at the opposite side casually, but surprisingly found that there was still one person who had not moved. Xie Jinchen seemed to be a bit more arrogant than her. He didn't even bother to use any tricks. He just reclined lazily in the large chair, one hand on the armrest, and the other hand still playing with the empty white jade wine glass. He lowered his eyelids slightly, and his long eyelashes cast a faint shadow on his cold white skin, as if everything in front of him had nothing to do with him. The seat next to him belonging to the Duke of Zhen was empty, and it seemed that he did not attend the birthday banquet. Jiang Dusheng raised his eyebrows slightly. It seemed that the current emperor was more tolerant of the prince than she had imagined. Jiang Dusheng walked to Xie Jinchen and stood three steps away. Her lavender dress was slightly fluttering in the chaotic airflow, and the cinnabar on her forehead was as red as blood under the flickering lights. Xie Jinchen turned his head and glanced at him, and said in a voice that only two people could hear: "It seems that there is no need to bother taking advantage of the opportunity." There was a rare smile in the deep voice, "Opportunities like this are rare." Jiang Dusheng's lips raised slightly, "I am a kind-hearted person with good luck." She glanced towards him quickly from the corner of her eye, and spoke quickly and clearly: "Don't stay too far away from me." These words sounded like instructions at first, but they contained a deep meaning that only she understood. The closer Xie Jinchen got, the more energetic and energetic the spiritual energy flowing around her became. Xie Jinchen didn't speak anymore, and calmly took a few steps back, vaguely bringing Jiang Dusheng's side and rear into his protection range. But that gesture clearly said: You do your thing, and I will watch the rest. At the moment when this thought came to mind. A slightly cool voice sounded almost close to her ear. There was an elusive meaning in the voice: "Does it look good?" Xie Jinchen sheathed his sword at some point and walked to Jiang Dusheng's side. The clothes touched each other, and the edge of the ink sleeves almost touched her lavender cuffs. Jiang Dusheng could even faintly smell the refreshing aura on his body, which was strangely wrapped up in the Yin Qi and Buddha's light that had not yet dissipated throughout the hall. He still had that lazy and indifferent look, but at this moment he turned his head slightly and looked down at Jiang Dusheng. His glass-like eyes only reflected her, his brows were slightly raised, but there was no warmth in his eyes. Xie Jinchen's question was unclear, and there was no trace of emotion in his tone, but Jiang Dusheng felt that there was something else hidden in this sentence. She withdrew her gaze from Shi Qinglian, calmed herself, looked at the imperial master again objectively, and commented in a low voice: "A person lives up to his name." The word "Qinglian" is quite appropriate for such an unearthly temperament. Xie Jinchen next to him heard the words and snorted softly, almost inaudibly, so softly that Jiang Dusheng mistakenly thought it was his imagination. A trace of amusement flashed across Xie Jinchen's eyes. He also lowered his voice and barely moved his thin lips: "Want to know?" Jiang Dusheng nodded. As a result, Xie Jinchen opened his thin lips slightly and uttered four words clearly amidst the noise in the hall that gradually calmed down: "I won't tell you." Jiang Dusheng: "..." Jiang Dusheng scooped a spoonful of porridge and put it in his mouth, then asked Xie Jinchen, "You... Can leave Changling for so long at will?" As far as she knew, the young minister of Dali Temple was by no means a sinecure. Xie Jinchen put down his chopsticks, took a cloth and wiped the corners of his lips, his movements slow and slow. He looked up at Jiang Dusheng and said in a calm tone, "I asked for leave from your Majesty." "Oh? What reason would make Your Majesty allow you to leave Changling?" Jiang Dusheng raised his eyebrows, a little curious. Xie Jinchen's expression remained unchanged, his thin lips slightly opened, but the words he spat out made Jiang Dusheng almost spit out the porridge: "I said that I saw a woman recently, but it's a pity that the falling flowers are careless and the flowing water is ruthless." "I am emotionally disturbed and heartbroken. I need to get away from Changling to relax, so as not to miss people and delay my official duties." "Cough! Cough cough cough..." Jiang Dusheng choked on the mouthful of porridge and coughed several times. His cheeks were slightly red, and he didn't know whether he was choking or something else. She looked at Xie Jinchen and saw a calm expression on his face. Xie Jinchen stretched out his hand in a leisurely manner and pushed a glass of water in front of her. There seemed to be a glimmer of light passing through his eyes, so fast that people couldn't catch it. Hearing this, Jiang Dusheng was about to say something, but Xie Jinchen suddenly turned his face sideways and fixed his eyes on her face. "Jiang Dusheng." This was the first time he called her so seriously. Jiang Dusheng's heart moved slightly, and he looked into his bottomless eyes, "What's wrong?" Xie Jinchen's gaze seemed to go beyond her, and then seemed to fall on her. His voice was so calm that no waves could be heard, "I'll let you off the boat now. You go. I'll ask the secret guard to take you back." He paused and added: "Don't worry, on the fifteenth day of every month, I will still go find you." As soon as these words came out, even Wang Dazhuang was stunned, with a look of confusion on his face. Why are they suddenly going their separate ways? Jiang Dusheng raised his eyebrows, took two steps forward, and came straight to Xie Jinchen, with only half a step between them. He was tall and straight, and Jiang Dusheng had to raise his head slightly to look at him. The sunlight gave him a hazy outline. "Let me off the boat?" She repeated, with a hint of playfulness in her tone, but her eyes were clear and compelling: "Xie Jinchen, do you think my abilities are not as good as those of your father's monsters?" "Or do you think... I, Jiang Dusheng, am the kind of person who will withdraw to protect myself when the situation is bad?" There was one more thing she didn't say - the karma between the two was already tightly bound, and he couldn't break it off even if he wanted to. Hearing this, Xie Jinchen did not answer immediately, but just looked at her quietly. There was no fear or hesitation in her eyes, only displeasure at being questioned. The breeze blew her hair and clothes, making her figure look thin, but her back was straight, as if nothing could bend her back. After a while, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and his voice was so low that only two people could hear it clearly, as if every word had been weighed: "Let me ask you one last time. Jiang Dusheng, do you want to get off the boat?" Jiang Dusheng, I'm letting you get off the boat now. You go. Jiang Dusheng suddenly raised his hand and rubbed his earlobe with his fingertips, his movements a little disgusting. Then, she turned around neatly and walked towards the inn, while speaking slowly and loudly enough for the people behind her to hear clearly: "Dazhuang, have you seen it? This means that Sora has a body that can still see, but it's a pity that his ears and brain don't work well. He can't hear the words, and he can't think clearly." She stopped, turned half of her face sideways, and glanced at the motionless figure with her peripheral vision: "Stay away from people like this in the future, so as not to be infected with the problem of not being able to understand people." Xie Jinchen, who was standing on the spot, looked at the backs of the two of them, and the cold ice on his face seemed to have been quietly melted by something. The corners of his lips curved upward slightly. The smile disappeared in a flash, so fast that people thought it was an illusion. Xie Jinchen, who was on the side, looked at Jiang Du's slightly pale side face and frowned. He raised his hand and stretched it out in front of Jiang Dusheng, with his palm facing upward. However, Jiang Dusheng seemed completely unaware of the presence of the hand beside him. Not only did she not respond, but she tilted her head further away as if she was deliberately avoiding him, and her eyes fell on Nanny Zhou who was kneeling on the ground. Not even the slightest bit of peripheral vision was given to the hand that was so close. That gesture was cold and decisive, with the meaning of rejecting people thousands of miles away. Seeing this, Xie Jinchen pursed his thin lips into a straight line, his eyes were dark, but he did not retract his outstretched hand, just hanging stubbornly by her side. Xie Jichen did not let go of his hand immediately, but instead asked her to sit up. He said in a calm voice, "Deceive Wang Dazhuang away, and then walk in openly." Jiang Dusheng: "..." Before she could react, Xie Jichen suddenly spoke again, his voice was a little deeper than before, and he looked at her with a stern look: "Jiang Dusheng, I'm sorry." He paused, his Adam's apple twitching, "That night, I shouldn't have said those hurtful words." He did not look away, but looked more intently into her eyes, as if to make sure that she heard every word clearly: "I should have known that you have never been firmly chosen by the Jiang family, so you will particularly cherish the people and ghosts in your circle." His voice slowed down, with analysis but strangely not offensive, "Even if you know that there is danger in the road ahead, even if your reason tells you to weigh the pros and cons, you will not easily leave me alone to deal with it." "It's not because you're stupid, or because you need the purple evil spirit in me, but because deep down, you don't want to be like the Jiang family, who weigh everything, calculate everything, put friendship and people's hearts on the scale, right?" Jiang Dusheng lowered his eyes, and his long eyelashes cast a shallow shadow under his eyes, covering up all the emotions that might be revealed. She pursed her lips, her jawline tightened slightly, and said nothing. But my heart felt like it was lightly hit by something. That's why she said that she hates getting along with smart people the most. Especially this kind of person who seems cold and taciturn, but is actually extremely insightful and can always spot all the pretense and excuses of others. Xie Jinchen looked at her turned away face and pursed lips. He held her hand without letting go, and unconsciously rubbed the back of her hand with his fingertips, as if to comfort: "I'm sorry, I was wrong." His voice was low and hoarse, with a pleading tone, scratching his eardrums like a feather, "... So, Jiang Dusheng, don't ignore me." Xie Jinchen's tone and words were so different from his usual image that Jiang Dusheng felt that the back of his hand being touched was slightly hot, and his ears were also inexplicably warm. She couldn't help but raise her other hand and rub the inexplicably itchy ear, trying to get rid of the weird feeling. She wanted to pull her hand back, but Xie Jinchen seemed to have expected it. Instead of letting go, he tightened his grip slightly. Jiang Dusheng was a little confused by this strange atmosphere. He felt like a bird was fluttering wildly in his heart. He didn't know what to say to break this unbalanced deadlock. "Jiang Dusheng, if one day..." He paused slightly, "You are willing to trade your sincerity, then I will be happy to be your antidote for the rest of your life." Xie Jinchen turned around and stopped looking at Xie Dai, leaving only one sentence, "Dad, your weakness is my mother. And my weakness..." He paused, and his voice was low, but it was so clear that it was heart-stopping, "It's her, and these... Messy things around her." "If you still recognize me as your son," he raised his eyes with bottomless eyes, "don't touch her. Don't touch her people either." After hesitating again, she raised her face and looked at his profile, "Xie Jinchen, although I know it's presumptuous..." She paused, then said it, "Can I hold you to sleep like I did last night? It's too cold." Silence spread in the quiet room, as if even the crackling of the candlelight had been swallowed up, and the air was pressed down heavily. Xie Jinchen did not look back, but slowly opened his mouth, and his voice sounded particularly clear in the dark night, "Jiang Dusheng, you Buddhists believe in compassion, save all sentient beings, and show kindness without expecting retribution." His tone was calm, but every word struck a chord with people's hearts, "But I am not a Buddha, I am just one of all living beings." Xie Jinchen turned around and stared into Jiang Dusheng's eyes in the dim light. Those cold and distant peach blossom eyes were filled with hot emotions at the moment: "Jiang Dusheng, there is no one like you in the world. You only take advantage of it and titillate people's hearts, but never think about responsible good deeds." His words were like a red-hot iron that suddenly touched the softest part of her heart. Jiang Dusheng felt her heart pounding violently, and the beating was so violent that it even brought an unfamiliar throbbing pain, suffocating her breathing. She frowned subconsciously and raised her hand to hold her heart. The first thought that came to her mind was ridiculous worry: Could she really have some incurable disease? This heartbeat is... So weird! "If I hadn't met you..." Xie Jinchen raised his eyes and looked into Jiang Dusheng's clear eyes, "Perhaps in a few years, if I still can't find my mother's bones, I might really take risks again. Even if I end up falling into the devil's path, I still want to give my mother freedom and peace." His voice became softer and casual, "Anyway, this world that looks beautiful and prosperous, but is actually cold and hypocritical, to me, I am already a little tired of it." As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Jiang Dusheng's face cool down at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the corners of his lips pursed into a straight line. Xie Jinchen's heart skipped a beat, and he secretly thought something was wrong. He quickly made amends, and his tone slowed down, "But -" he prolonged his tone, observing her expression, "Who made me so lucky that I met you. Suddenly, I felt that this seemingly unsolvable dead end seemed to have found a crack." "These days that are repetitive and boring," there was a trace of real warmth in his voice, "suddenly it became a little interesting again. Suddenly, I didn't really want to go to the worst ending." Sure enough, Jiang Dusheng's tense expression softened slightly. Although he still didn't smile, the coldness in his eyes receded a little. She frowned and thought for a while, then asked a key question: "Then why don't you take advantage of the prince to recruit some truly capable people of the right way to seek the orthodox method?" When she spoke again, her voice was somewhat solemn: "Thank you Jinchen, Jiang Dusheng. The cause and effect have been cleared here, and the kindness has been repaid. However, it is fate to meet you. Seeing that your two fates are intertwined, and your love is deep, I hereby give you this message:" Shen Yuepo raised his hand slightly, and tiny specks of light fell from his fingertips, blending into the halo that enveloped the two of them. His voice was ethereal and solemn, as if resonating with the laws of reincarnation: "There is dust in the ashes, and the ashes rekindle, and the calamity fire forges the true gold." "There is life beyond the borders, and the life is across the reincarnation, and the weak water carries the spirit boat." "May the two of you, in the years to come-" "After passing through the ashes of the red dust, you can still join hands." "Traveling on divergent paths in the dark world in all directions, I will never change my original intention." "The love is drawn to each other across the mountains and seas, and the soul bond leads to each other;" "The fate is bound by fate, even though we have experienced life and death, the lines of life are intertwined." "This gift is inscribed in reincarnation and engraved in the soul bond." The words of blessing penetrated into the depths of the souls of the two people with the light spots, turning into a layer of extremely tough protective imprint, and disappeared. This is not to give them powerful power, but to add a touch of blessing from the Nether Emperor and Empress to their already deep fate and bond. Perhaps it can provide them with a glimmer of hope in a desperate situation at a critical moment in the future. After the blessing was completed, the halo that enveloped the two people gradually dissipated, and finally turned into little shimmers and disappeared into their bodies. I don't know where the love started, but it goes deeper and deeper. Some heartbeats are as silent as fine snow, quietly covering my heart. Some of the roads they walked side by side, the moments of life and death they shared, have already tightly intertwined the fate of the two people, making it unclear and unclear. Xie Jinchen raised his head and drank the wine in the glass again. This time there was no spicy and burning sensation, but a hint of sweetness after tasting. "She's fine." In the end, he only spat out these three words, but they weighed more than a thousand pounds. The salute officer sang loudly: "Bow down to heaven and earth!" Xie Jichen and Jiang Dusheng turned to the door and bowed deeply to the heaven and earth. "Second worship to the high hall!" The two turned around and faced Master Huiming and Xuanji who were sitting in the high hall. Xie Jinchen looked solemn, and although Jiang Dusheng couldn't see him, he also acted respectfully. They all bowed down and bowed down. This prayer is for the grace of nurturing and teaching. Although they are not blood relatives, Huiming and Xuanji have the kindness to save lives, teach and raise Jiang Dusheng, and they share the same love as their father and ancestor. There is also kindness to Xie Jinchen. This prayer comes from the bottom of my heart and is full of gratitude. Huiming and Xuanji looked at the couple in front of them with complicated emotions. In Huiming's eyes, it was complicated that the cabbage that he had carefully maintained at home was finally taken over by the best pig. The corner of his mouth twitched, with a mixture of sadness and joy. Master Xuanji was more relieved to finally marry off his stubborn disciple. But no matter what, the two people's eyes were filled with joy from the bottom of their hearts. They all nodded slightly and accepted this gift. "Husband and wife bow to each other!" Xie Jinchen and Jiang Dusheng stood opposite each other, one step away from each other, connected by red silk. Through the red hijab, Jiang Dusheng could vaguely see Xie Jinchen's blurry outline and his slightly tight jawline. It was a small, unconscious movement he made when he was nervous. The softest place in Jiang Dusheng's heart was gently touched, and he couldn't help but curl up the corners of his lips, and a gentle smile appeared in his cold eyes. It's a pity that no one can see it because it is covered by a hijab. The two slowly bowed to each other. Their foreheads were almost touching, and the red silk swayed gently between them. Xie Dai, who was standing in the crowd in disguise, saw this scene with a happy smile on his face, and then turned around and exited the crowd. Xie Jinchen turned his head, looked at her side face close at hand, and spoke in a low voice, his voice a little hoarse due to suppressed emotions: "Well, I'm so stupid." He paused and added very seriously, "I saw the most beautiful woman in the world." Such straightforward and passionate words of love made Jiang Dusheng's heart skip a beat and his ears felt hot. She subconsciously turned sideways, held Xie Jinchen's face in her hands, and looked carefully to confirm whether he was drunk and talking nonsense. Xie Jinchen waved his hand to ward off the attendants who wanted to follow him, and he and Jiang Dusheng walked slowly outside the mansion like the most ordinary couple. The moonlight and lights lengthened their figures, leaning against each other. [Shy][shy]