Dijun's black moonlight is back

"You ask now." Ling Yu said.

Wen Jingchan smiled and did not respond to this sentence. He just turned around and walked down the mountain.

Ling Yu felt a little baffled, but could only follow him step by step.

Wen Jingchan accurately found the most expensive restaurant at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain and went directly to the private dining room upstairs.

After Ling Yu sat down with him, he was shocked by the prices on the menu.

No, is he so rich?

Didn’t you have no money for breakfast in Xiangfu Town some time ago?
"Order whatever you want to eat." Wen Jingchan said.

Ling Yu gave him a thumbs up in her heart. Since she said so, of course she would not refuse.

While waiting for the food, Wen Jingchan finally spoke: "Have you practiced in Taiyi Sect before? Are you Fu Shuang's junior sister?"

This matter couldn't be hidden from him, Lingyu nodded: "Yes."

"The spiritual roots on Jiange Mountain are not Fushuang's," Wen Jingchan asked again, "are they yours?"

Whether this matter was concealed or not didn't seem to mean much. If he wanted to ask more about the ins and outs, Ling Yu could choose not to answer.

After a moment of silence, she nodded: "Yes."

Wen Jingchan also didn't expect that Lingyu would answer all questions today.

"After leaving Mingjing Mountain, the Wuwei Mind Technique was useful to you, but not very useful?" Wen Jingchan then asked her.

Lingyu nodded: "Yes."

As soon as she finished speaking, she reacted: "Why are you leaving Mingjing Mountain?"

Wen Jingchan lowered his head and smiled: "It's nothing, I'm done asking."

"But since that's the case, I can also tell you in advance."

He took out the ancient book and handed it to Lingyu: "This is what I am going to ask about on Mount Pankara. Maybe it will be the time when I become an immortal."

Lingyu thought it was something related to her, but since it wasn't, she didn't need to be too nervous.

After receiving the ancient book, Ling Yu immediately opened it, but only saw a blank space.

Ling Yu raised his head and glanced at Wen Jingchan. His eyes didn't look like he was playing tricks on him.

After hesitating for a while, Ling Yu decided to look over and over to see if there were calligraphy and paintings in some hidden corner.

Seeing his behavior like this, Wen Jingchan also noticed something was wrong: "You can't see?"

Ling Yu also understood. She put the ancient book on the table, spread it out and faced Wen Jingchan: "Can you see it?"

Wen Jingchan nodded.

"It's really possible that it's your doom," Ling Yu said, "No one else can see it."

"I hope the real person can see it," Wen Jingchan said.

"Am I not cultivated enough?" Ling Yu began to doubt himself.

If you put it like this, Wen Jingchan also felt that it was reasonable: "Maybe."

"Then what's written on it?" Ling Yu asked.

"It didn't write anything," Wen Jingchan said, "it's just a painting."

"A scene of disaster."

Ling Yu felt it was a bit outrageous: "That has nothing to do with you."

While they were talking, the food in the restaurant was served one after another, and Wen Jingchan put the ancient book back into his sleeves.

"Lingyu," Wen Jingchan seemed to sigh, "I am the true king granted the title of Shangqing. How can I sit back and watch when ordinary people are suffering?"

It was true that she almost forgot that Wen Jingchan was a true king after all, and it was his responsibility to protect the people of the world.

It makes perfect sense that saving a disaster is an opportunity for him to ascend.

The catastrophe of everyone's ascension is different. As a disciple of Fu Shuang who does not have any title in the sect and has no mortal bonds, the catastrophe of ascension is just a thunder from the sky.

As for Zhenjun Wuyang, if he wanted to achieve perfect merit and virtue, it would naturally be no easier than Fu Shuang.Ling Yu thought that perhaps the situation that required him to save the common people was indeed a fate suitable for his status.

However, Fu Shuang was not able to survive the thunder disaster, and he did not know whether he could survive the disaster he mentioned.

"If you can't survive..." Ling Yu said.

If he can't survive it, he will have to be a mortal for the rest of his life, or if it's more serious, he will die.

The dishes have been served, and the restaurant waiter finally brought out a plate of glutinous rice cakes: "This is a snack for the two of you, please use it slowly."

Ling Yu glanced at it, subconsciously picked up a piece and put it in his mouth.

This glutinous rice cake is the same as the ones bought from outside. It has a common problem of being too sweet. Lingyu can't do anything about it. People here like to eat it like this.

She took a bite and put it aside, took the chopsticks and started eating.

Seeing Wen Jingchan trying to use chopsticks to touch the pagoda meat, Lingyu held his hand down.

She took a spoon and inserted it from top to bottom, then turned her wrist slightly and separated a piece of fat and thin meat.

"You can only pick up the fat meat with chopsticks," Ling Yu said, "it's very greasy."

She removed her palm from the back of Wen Jingchan's hand and continued to eat seriously.

Wen Jingchan's eyes kept looking at the back of her hand, which was the place she had just touched.

There was nothing there, but he felt that the skin was so hot that it hurt.

He didn't know if it was his hallucination, but he seemed to be able to see the blood under his skin beating faster.

"What are you thinking about?" Ling Yu found that he was in a daze again.

Wen Jingchan withdrew his hand as if he was being burned, and touched the back of his hand unnaturally: "It's okay."

The lights in the restaurant suddenly went out, leaving only a beam of light shining down from the middle patio.

The actor who was on stage turned around in the center of the stage, and a babbling song came out of his throat.

The sleeves fluttered, and colorful butterflies fluttered their wings and flew around him. All the spectators in the building looked at him longingly.

The actress pretended to be an infatuated young lady who was about to die for her love.

Ling Yu also turned his head and looked down, and saw him raising his hand, and a butterfly stopped on the back of his finger.

He covered his face with his sleeve: "The concubine only looks, the two love each other deeply, longing for each other;"

"No matter what, the way of heaven changes, and Yin and Yang are separated;"

"I regret that I should not have formed such a good relationship, which will cost you a long life."

He shook his hands to let the butterflies fly, took out the sword from the shelf, and placed it on his shoulder.

Ling Yu turned his head without interest and continued to eat seriously.

Wen Jingchan saw him draw his sword and kill himself, falling on the stage softly and bonelessly.

People around him booed, and at the same time, the actor's clothes suddenly disappeared. As he disappeared out of thin air, countless butterflies flew out.

All that was left on the stage was her bejeweled costume and a cold sword. This was her life devoted to love.

After enjoying themselves, the spectators kept throwing copper plates and broken silver onto the stage, and the light returned to the restaurant.

This play was performed in the restaurant for a total of one month, and many of the audience present came here regularly to listen to the play.

When the show finally came to an end, they both felt sad for the infatuated person who died in love, and also felt a sense of loneliness that they would never see the show again.

After hearing the ending, Ling Yu felt that it was really boring. It was a rich girl who was so crazy about love that she didn't even care about her life.

Sometimes she really thinks it's ridiculous for these mortals to die or live for love.

She had fought against the entire Sanqing Domain with one person, but was still surviving after being defeated. She could do anything but die.

What makes her willing to die is definitely not love between men and women.

"Stupid." Ling Yu whispered.

Wen Jingchan: This is what you said