She once stood above all living beings. Now, even a city gate cannot be entered.
Shuangyue Yin, the goddess of Kunlun, has been frozen in the snow for three hundred years, protecting the world from harm.
Until the night when the Eclipse Sect broke through.
The mountain villages were slaughtered and the seals were broken. She was forced to go down the mountain, only to find that the curse of the evil god had been planted in her body.
Every time I use my spiritual power, the thing wakes up deeper. Every day she lived, it crawled an inch closer to her heart.
She didn't dare draw her sword, didn't dare enter the city, and didn't dare let anyone see the purple lines spreading like living things under her sleeves.
The pursuit is in the dark, the enemy is within the body.
The only turning point was an almost forgotten ancient temple on Cuiwei Mountain outside the city.
The old monk said that there was a bracelet there that could lock the evil spirit in her body.
But the bracelet will attract people. The last person it picked was already dead.
She had no other choice.
You can only walk in.
This book is not about invincibility. It writes about how a person can grit his teeth and walk towards darker places when he loses his strength little by little.
This chapter introduces a new mysterious person, Gu Qingxian.
She can't see everything in the world, but she can hear the hidden veins and evil voices in people.
The clues of Shen Du finally emerged again. Mountains, temples, outsiders, evil spirits, and undercurrents from all directions began to slowly converge on Shuang Yueyin.
The seemingly peaceful mountain temple actually has nowhere to hide.
Gu Qingxian can hear the pulse of evil spirits. Do you think she is an enemy or a friend?
That phrase "this mountain owes", guess whose debt it owes?
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What I care most about in this chapter is the moment when she lowers her head and looks at her hands.
She did not question the old monk, nor did she say any words of determination. She just glanced at her hands.
What was contained in that glance was: when will this hand be able to hold the flute again.
After writing this chapter, I kept thinking about what she was thinking when she sat on the edge of the bed, holding the flute. Maybe not thinking about anything. Just hold on. Because that's the only thing she can still hold on to.
Who do you think the woman who went up the mountain to look for her was?
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There is no sword flash in this chapter, only silence.
The silver needle calmed the purple lines, but it couldn't calm the emptiness in my heart. The morning bell of Zhiyuan Temple struck one after another. She sat in the darkness and felt for the first time that living was more difficult than escaping.
The prayer beads were placed on the corner of the table, next to a half bowl of cold porridge.
That night, she didn't dream about anyone.
Here is my last sentence, "She didn't dream of anyone," which is the quietest sentence in the book. I didn't dream about my father, I didn't dream about the old woman, I didn't dream about Shen Du. She just fell asleep. This is precisely the most extravagant thing Shuang Yueyin has done in three hundred years.
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What made me most uncomfortable in this chapter was not the needle, nor her falling into the temple door, but the last moment - she didn't ask any more questions, just hooked the cool beads with her fingertips.
It saved her twice. She didn't take the initiative to use it both times. She heated it up when she couldn't hold it anymore. Now it's cold, like it's never been hot.
The old monk said "it's finished" as if he was talking about a very ordinary thing. But she knew that the last thing in her body that could block her was gone.
When I was writing this chapter, I kept thinking, what was she thinking when she was kneeling in the temple and getting the needle? Maybe not thinking about anything. When people are so tired, they don't have the energy to think.
Ask you:
1. The beads have heated up twice. The second time is the last time. Do you feel it?
2. The old monk said, "That road will pick people." Do you think Shuang Yueyin will be picked?
3. She didn't make a sound when the needle was pricked. Do you think she held it back, or did she have no strength to scream?
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This chapter describes her climbing over the wall, walking, and taking the first step at the end, which kept tugging at my heart.
Especially the sentence "Mountain. Real mountain." When I wrote it, I seemed to breathe a sigh of relief along with her. It's not that we're almost there, but we can finally see the road.
The beads only warmed a little that night. I don't want it to be too awesome because she hasn't solved anything yet. But that moment made her sleep for the first time in so many days.
When she takes the first step, do you think she still has the strength to walk up?
Do you believe it when the Buddhist beads heat up at the foot of the mountain? Or is it just an illusion caused by her being too tired?
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By the end of this chapter, I didn't know what to say.
She sat on the threshold until dawn and did not return to the altar. Just this sentence, I sat there for a long time after writing it.
The old monk only said seven words from beginning to end. He was looking at her left arm, not her face. I think this character should be like this, he knows everything but says nothing. It's easy to say it now.
And that Buddhist bead. She held it, but it wasn't warm, but it wasn't as cold as the others in the temple. Hope she holds on.
Shuang Yueyin sat on the threshold all night, who would be the first person she thought about?
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She washed her wounds, stuffed her cloak, stood on the street corner and listened to people talking. No one came to help her, and no one knew who she was. When I wrote it, I felt that this might be the first time in Shuangyueyin's three hundred years that he truly "lived among the crowd."
Not the Kunlun Goddess, not someone's daughter. It was a woman with bloody hands and a torn cloak, squatting by the well washing her hands.
And that layer of ice. She scratched her finger and the water froze. What I was thinking when I wrote this is: She didn't forget who she was, but she knew who she was so well that she could only take one look at her and then pull her hand back.
I ask you three things:
1. What do you think she was thinking at the time when the well was frozen?
2. Does the old woman's two words make you think that there are actually people in this city who can tell?
3. If it were you, would you look for Shen Du after dark, or would you continue to hide?
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At the end of this chapter, what I felt most uncomfortable with was not that she was blocked outside the door, nor that she got into a dog hole. It was the sentence "She wanted to go back to look for her, but she only took half a step and then stopped."
She didn't know where the half-volume of old pictures was lost, but she knew she couldn't go back. This feeling of "you're obviously very close, but you just can't turn back" is much more uncomfortable than just writing about her running away.
And when the broken talisman slapped the back of that person's hand, it wasn't because of how powerful she was, but because of her luck. She grabbed a handful of dirt and just caught what Shen Du had buried. If I hadn't caught it, I wouldn't have been able to write this chapter.
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When Shuang Yueyin fell into the yard, I originally wanted her to be more miserable, such as the door panel pressing on her and being unable to get up. Later I thought about it, forget it. She has been chased all the way in the alley, and if she continues to write, it will not be miserable, but she will be miserable.
And the last sentence, "Can you still hold it down with that hand of yours?" The enemy knew even her movements of pressing her left arm. This shows that they had no intention of catching her at the city gate from the beginning. They were waiting for her to be unable to hold herself any longer.
I have a few questions for you:
1. Who do you think he left the pile of broken talismans buried in Shen Du's backyard?
2. How can she escape from the three people outside the door? Does anyone want to take a guess?
3. How many chapters do you think Shuangyue Yin can last?
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This chapter is about a gamble in a desperate situation.
Shuang Yueyin had no choice but to accept this unexplained favor.
Entering the city seems to be a way out, but in fact it is another unknown shackles.
The purpose of the mysterious casual cultivator is completely blank. There is no goodwill or malice, only waiting.
The ever-increasing pressure in the heart and the sudden change of the jade flute from hot to cold are all hidden threads hidden under the stability.
In troubled times, every choice comes with a corresponding price. The road ahead seems to be on the ground, but in fact it is hanging in the air every step of the way.
Guess what this mysterious cultivator will eventually ask from Shuangyue Yin? Thanks for following up [emoticon] [emoticon]
This chapter introduces a new mysterious person, Gu Qingxian. She can't see everything in the world, but she can hear the hidden veins and evil voices in people. The clues of Shen Du finally emerged again. Mountains, temples, outsiders, evil spirits, and undercurrents from all directions began to slowly converge on Shuang Yueyin. The seemingly peaceful mountain temple actually has nowhere to hide. Gu Qingxian can hear the pulse of evil spirits. Do you think she is an enemy or a friend? That phrase "this mountain owes", guess whose debt it owes? Discussion in the comment area [expression] [expression] Thank you for the update [expression] [expression]
What I care most about in this chapter is the moment when she lowers her head and looks at her hands. She did not question the old monk, nor did she say any words of determination. She just glanced at her hands. What was contained in that glance was: when will this hand be able to hold the flute again. After writing this chapter, I kept thinking about what she was thinking when she sat on the edge of the bed, holding the flute. Maybe not thinking about anything. Just hold on. Because that's the only thing she can still hold on to. Who do you think the woman who went up the mountain to look for her was? Thank you for watching, thank you for following the update [emoticon] [emoticon]
There is no sword flash in this chapter, only silence. The silver needle calmed the purple lines, but it couldn't calm the emptiness in my heart. The morning bell of Zhiyuan Temple struck one after another. She sat in the darkness and felt for the first time that living was more difficult than escaping. The prayer beads were placed on the corner of the table, next to a half bowl of cold porridge. That night, she didn't dream about anyone. Here is my last sentence, "She didn't dream of anyone," which is the quietest sentence in the book. I didn't dream about my father, I didn't dream about the old woman, I didn't dream about Shen Du. She just fell asleep. This is precisely the most extravagant thing Shuang Yueyin has done in three hundred years. Thanks for following the update ✨Thank you to the viewers for supporting [emoticon] [emoticon]
What made me most uncomfortable in this chapter was not the needle, nor her falling into the temple door, but the last moment - she didn't ask any more questions, just hooked the cool beads with her fingertips. It saved her twice. She didn't take the initiative to use it both times. She heated it up when she couldn't hold it anymore. Now it's cold, like it's never been hot. The old monk said "it's finished" as if he was talking about a very ordinary thing. But she knew that the last thing in her body that could block her was gone. When I was writing this chapter, I kept thinking, what was she thinking when she was kneeling in the temple and getting the needle? Maybe not thinking about anything. When people are so tired, they don't have the energy to think. Ask you: 1. The beads have heated up twice. The second time is the last time. Do you feel it? 2. The old monk said, "That road will pick people." Do you think Shuang Yueyin will be picked? 3. She didn't make a sound when the needle was pricked. Do you think she held it back, or did she have no strength to scream? Let's chat in the comment area ✨Thanks for following up [emoticon] [emoticon]
This chapter describes her climbing over the wall, walking, and taking the first step at the end, which kept tugging at my heart. Especially the sentence "Mountain. Real mountain." When I wrote it, I seemed to breathe a sigh of relief along with her. It's not that we're almost there, but we can finally see the road. The beads only warmed a little that night. I don't want it to be too awesome because she hasn't solved anything yet. But that moment made her sleep for the first time in so many days. When she takes the first step, do you think she still has the strength to walk up? Do you believe it when the Buddhist beads heat up at the foot of the mountain? Or is it just an illusion caused by her being too tired? Chat in the comment area and see [expression]❤️ Thank you for supporting [emoticon] [emoticon]
By the end of this chapter, I didn't know what to say. She sat on the threshold until dawn and did not return to the altar. Just this sentence, I sat there for a long time after writing it. The old monk only said seven words from beginning to end. He was looking at her left arm, not her face. I think this character should be like this, he knows everything but says nothing. It's easy to say it now. And that Buddhist bead. She held it, but it wasn't warm, but it wasn't as cold as the others in the temple. Hope she holds on. Shuang Yueyin sat on the threshold all night, who would be the first person she thought about? Thanks for watching ✨I will bring more exciting content in the next chapter [expression]
She washed her wounds, stuffed her cloak, stood on the street corner and listened to people talking. No one came to help her, and no one knew who she was. When I wrote it, I felt that this might be the first time in Shuangyueyin's three hundred years that he truly "lived among the crowd." Not the Kunlun Goddess, not someone's daughter. It was a woman with bloody hands and a torn cloak, squatting by the well washing her hands. And that layer of ice. She scratched her finger and the water froze. What I was thinking when I wrote this is: She didn't forget who she was, but she knew who she was so well that she could only take one look at her and then pull her hand back. I ask you three things: 1. What do you think she was thinking at the time when the well was frozen? 2. Does the old woman's two words make you think that there are actually people in this city who can tell? 3. If it were you, would you look for Shen Du after dark, or would you continue to hide? Chat in the comment area and see [expression] [expression]
At the end of this chapter, what I felt most uncomfortable with was not that she was blocked outside the door, nor that she got into a dog hole. It was the sentence "She wanted to go back to look for her, but she only took half a step and then stopped." She didn't know where the half-volume of old pictures was lost, but she knew she couldn't go back. This feeling of "you're obviously very close, but you just can't turn back" is much more uncomfortable than just writing about her running away. And when the broken talisman slapped the back of that person's hand, it wasn't because of how powerful she was, but because of her luck. She grabbed a handful of dirt and just caught what Shen Du had buried. If I hadn't caught it, I wouldn't have been able to write this chapter. Thank you for your support✨Thank you for following up✨
When Shuang Yueyin fell into the yard, I originally wanted her to be more miserable, such as the door panel pressing on her and being unable to get up. Later I thought about it, forget it. She has been chased all the way in the alley, and if she continues to write, it will not be miserable, but she will be miserable. And the last sentence, "Can you still hold it down with that hand of yours?" The enemy knew even her movements of pressing her left arm. This shows that they had no intention of catching her at the city gate from the beginning. They were waiting for her to be unable to hold herself any longer. I have a few questions for you: 1. Who do you think he left the pile of broken talismans buried in Shen Du's backyard? 2. How can she escape from the three people outside the door? Does anyone want to take a guess? 3. How many chapters do you think Shuangyue Yin can last? Let's chat in the comment area ✨Thanks for following up [emoticon] [emoticon]
This chapter is about a gamble in a desperate situation. Shuang Yueyin had no choice but to accept this unexplained favor. Entering the city seems to be a way out, but in fact it is another unknown shackles. The purpose of the mysterious casual cultivator is completely blank. There is no goodwill or malice, only waiting. The ever-increasing pressure in the heart and the sudden change of the jade flute from hot to cold are all hidden threads hidden under the stability. In troubled times, every choice comes with a corresponding price. The road ahead seems to be on the ground, but in fact it is hanging in the air every step of the way. Guess what this mysterious cultivator will eventually ask from Shuangyue Yin? Thanks for following up [emoticon] [emoticon]