I collect cultural relics in the human world

Chapter 237: Millennium Covenant (I)

He Si had never seen Qin Jian like this before.

He stood in the wind with his knees slightly bent, his brows furrowed. The strong wind made his robes rustle, and his figure looked particularly thin and fragile. The gravel tore his clothes, and the mottled mud blurred his angular face. Several bright scars crisscrossed, and beads of sweat mixed with blood were dripping from the wounds. He couldn't even free his hands to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead. He held his hands up, struggling to support a huge mountain.

The mountain emerged from the tip of Yanyan's pen, with rugged rocks and towering height.

Qin Jian's body began to tremble due to the long-term overload operation, but the black ink still poured out continuously. The burnt ink was stretched straight, the ink fell, and the mountain became bigger and more solid in the heavy brushstrokes. Yanyan used the original mountains, rivers, lakes, seas, plants, fish and insects in the painting as ink, and reshaped a huge mountain with her casual brush. But this was not just a mountain. The ink in the painting was all on this mountain. She wanted to crush Qin Jian with the weight of the whole world.

In addition to the huge pressure that could be seen at a glance, the air around Qin Jian seemed to solidify, heavy and suffocating. The soil under his feet was squeezed and scattered by the force of the falling mountains, forming a gradually deepening pit. His feet sank deeply into the soil, and his knees bent unconsciously, as if he would kneel down in the next second.

As He Si jumped into the mirror, the distant and tranquil mountains, rivers, forests and fields disappeared. She quickly passed through the soldiers with heavy footsteps and the mess on the ground. She glanced at the man who was surrounded by his beautiful wife and concubines but had a panicked look in his eyes. When she came to the last screen, she saw only a blank space and a young man who was silently competing with the huge mountain in the blank space - Qin Jian, who was completely different from the past and seemed ready to accept failure.

She heard Yanyan's words - you will never be able to defeat me. These words awakened the almost disappeared memories in her mind. She followed the direction of the voice and saw a woman sitting on the top of the mountain with a fearless look on her face.

As a woman, she had seen Liu Rui's sophistication under her mature charm, Guan Zihe's decisiveness under her willful behavior, Jun Jiuzi's gentleness under her heroic appearance, and now, she had also seen Jun Jiuzi's vicious heart under her innocent appearance. But she was not surprised. The weird cranes, the corrupt deer, the poisonous snakes, all creatures became the embodiment of evil in her writing. Yanyan's actions only made her guess after seeing the photo today more concrete. But she couldn't think deeper. Emotions dominated her at the moment. She hated the mirror, felt pity for Qin Jian, and there was a prairie fire burning in her chest. She had never felt such a vigorous emotion, which almost burned her skin and destroyed her reason. It even took her several moments to understand that this feeling was anger.

So for the first time, she did not suppress her emotions, but allowed herself to challenge the figure standing high above her. Since Qin Jian can't defeat you, then what about me?

She was not just talking. As the words came out of her mouth, anger surged out from her fingertips along with the silk thread, not only towards Yanyan, but also towards the mountain under her feet.

Countless silk threads intertwined and danced in the air, forming a complex and sophisticated net, as thin as a gossamer, but it could cut iron like mud, covering the entire mountain and the woman on the top of the mountain. He Si hesitated for a moment, a trace of cruelty flashed in her eyes, she clasped her hands together, and the net began to tighten. The golden silk thread was like a sharp blade, easily cutting into the texture of the soil and stone. At first it was silent, and the picture seemed to be still and unchanged, and then a roar sounded, the ground shook, the mountain collapsed, the boulders shattered, and the dust flew. He Si's hands did not stop moving, the silk thread was still entangled with the stones that had not yet disintegrated, flexibly and decisively shuttled back and forth, cutting at will, and the towering mountains turned into dust in an instant - Qin Jian only then discovered that the silk thread this time was actually golden, as if the morning light was woven into it. He squinted his eyes and looked for a long time before he found that there was fire in the silk thread.

"Little Nine."

Still in a gentle and irresistible tone, the black bird spread its wings, a strong wind rose, and the sand and stones were blown away by the wind. Qin Jian was finally able to free his hands, holding the umbrella with a black and gold handle in his hand, blocking the heads of the two people standing side by side.

Yellow sand filled the sky, and it sounded like the sound of rain hitting an umbrella, but it was not heavy. Qin Jian and He Si moved closer, and after thinking about it, he simply hugged the beautiful woman's shoulders. The two of them snuggled under the umbrella and watched the golden light on the silk thread dissipate into the sky. The wind died down, and the ink flowed all over the ground. Qin Jian felt the warmth beside him, and thousands of words gathered in his heart. In the end, he only said one sentence: "Here comes Ah Si."

"Yeah." He Si turned her head and saw Qin Jian's face again at a close distance. Those shocking scars looked even more hideous in the dim light. The blood and dirt mixed together, blurring his face, but the fragility on his body had been swept away. His eyes and eyebrows were full of joy, and he became the Qin Jian who was invincible before. No, it should be said that he was brighter than the previous Qin Jian. The man who had always been pure in white clothes was stained with scars and had a more human aura, which naturally made him more likable. He Si finally let go of her worries. Once the anger disappeared, she felt empty and at a loss.

"It's just in time." Qin Jian saved the impending silence and asked, "Why did Ah Si think of saving me?"

"You must know that a person who lives in the mist and clouds outside the world is not a mirror polisher in the dust. I think you must have had a fight with the mirror. The mirror must have no time to supervise us in front of you, so I left this information to Director Deng, and he told me the news that he saw you in the surveillance here."

"A'si really understood it." A look of surprise appeared on Qin Jian's face, which looked a little funny amid the blood.

"I didn't understand it completely. We guessed it before. I think your code helped me confirm my guess."

"Guessed it?" Qin Jian was a little puzzled.

"We have information you don't know, a photograph of the Duke of Argyll."

He suddenly thought of his plan with the Duke and asked, "Yes, at that time I suspected that something was wrong with me, so I asked the Duke to contact Deng Yizhi directly after taking the photo and not to tell me that... Yanyan's true form was photographed in it."

He Si thought of the strange photo and couldn't help but keep it a secret: "Yes, and no."

"Oh?" Qin Jian was not displeased at all. He wiped his face with his hand and asked, "I guess Agyel has his first selfie in his life."

"You!" He Si pouted in frustration, "How come I can't hide anything from you?"

"It was Ah Si who reminded me of this," Qin Jian looked at the lively expression on He Si's face, and the pain in his body disappeared. He held her hand and said, "You once asked me why the camera couldn't take a picture of me since I was a mirror. At that moment, I couldn't help but think about what kind of picture I would get if I took a picture of a mirror with a camera. And you also reminded me of the point about the mirror grinder."