chapter 17

Shang Evil ... is a very beautiful musical poem, and Yue Ge has had it as his favourite love poem since he first saw it.

So it was recited together.

One ebullient and one cool voice chanted in unison, but it was an unexpected fit, with a timeless quietness that was hard to describe.

"I want to know you, a long life without end ..."

Yue Ge's acting skills exploded as her amber eyes gazed at Zhu Yu, as if they were soaked in moonlight and soft, with just the right amount of a daughter's little attachment and shyness.

At the moment, her heart is automatically playing a beautiful and moving g, a perfect rendition of the love portrayed in mathematical film and television.

Zhu Yu frowned untraceably.

"... Mountains have no tomb, and rivers are exhausted. Winter thunder shocks ..."

Yue Ge's eyes flowed, always deep and unchanging.

Zhu Yu ... Zhu Yu kept his face expressionless.

"... summer rain and snow. Heaven and earth are united, then I dare to be united with you."

The love poem chorus ended, and Yue Ge was still reveling in the sense of accomplishment from her acting outburst - at this moment, she felt like she could walk the red carpet, sign her name, and read her acceptance speech after she won the Oscar!

Zhu Yu wanted to say something but then stopped: "You ..."

Yue Ge: "Hmm?"

"... Nothing."

The next moment, Zhu Yu drew his sword.

The next moment, Zhu Yu drew his sword and sheathed it, the cold light flashed, heading straight for Yue Ge.

The next moment, he said, "Is this the love you speak of? I knew it, you still can't get her out of your mind!"

With that, he transformed his golden spirit energy into a sharp sword and blocked it in front of his body. "I won't let go - want to leave me to go to her? You'll have to kill me first!"

With these words, Yue Ge realised that he had forgotten too much.

When she saw that Zhu Yu did not look different - and of course she basically never looked different - Yue Ge was relieved and took the golden blade seriously.

The sound of blades clashing was incessant.

After a while, Zhu Yu said, without expression, "Trust me, I have no second thoughts."

The tone of her voice was very perfunctory, but the way she matched her theatrical actions still took Yue Ge by surprise.

Before she could say anything, she suddenly felt the space around her distort like waves of water, and Zhu Yu reacted one step ahead of her, coming to grab her wrist first.

The next moment, space shifted.

That big brother soul who loves to mind his own business can be considered out of ...

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When Yue Ge opened her eyes again, she was confronted with an enlarged black and white photo and the deadly word "Dien" in front of her.

The more you move, the more you realize that you are kneeling.

"Aigoo, the old man died too suddenly ..."

"No, leaving these two children behind ... ugh."

"But don't talk nonsense, aren't both their parents still alive? They're doing well - it's good to be back with their parents."

"It's not like you don't know that that couple is a union, they look like they're not together, and they're having a lot of fun out there ..."

"It's mostly money! Two children, one for each family, just in time to split."

Yue Ge listened calmly, she had recalled when this was.

At this time, Yue Ge and Yue Wu had just turned ten years old.

Two days after their tenth birthday, the Yue family grandfather had died, having lived to the age of eighty-two.

The voices in his ears continued.

"Look at that little girl of the Yue family, heartless, the grandfather who took care of her growing up is gone, and she's still stubborn, not even shedding half a tear."

"I really feel cold for old man Yue na ..."

Yue Ge touched the corners of her eyes, and indeed there was no wetness at all.

She was exactly ten years old when she crossed over to the XuanFantasy world. After many years, I can't remember if there were any tears at that time.

She only remembered that her heart was chaotic, her chest hurt, she wanted to cry but couldn't, and her eyes were so astringent that they stung.

The white flags fluttering in the hearse and the tightly held hands with the twin brothers ... are all floating in the memory, not yet faded.

Yue Ge was in a bit of a trance.

Yes, she was now at her grandfather's funeral.

Yue Wu knelt beside her and tugged at her cuffs.

"Don't pay any attention to what those people say." Ten-year-old Koshiwake whispered. "They just like to chew the fat ..."

Yue Ge turned her head to look at him, his eyes were red but he was pretending to be calm and pursing his lips tightly.

"Ignore them." Yue Wu repeated. "Don't take it too hard, Grandpa will worry."

"I know ...," Echigo replied, her voice dry.

She reversed her grip on her brother's.

The cool murmurs continued for a moment.

Echigo continued to kneel, hanging her head slightly, clearing her mind.

She should be in an illusionary realm now - that big brother spirit was making good use of illusionary magic yes.

The illusionary realm test ... was indeed the most favoured type of setting for tests in the XuanFantasy world, and no matter what realm, whether it was a rookie who had just entered the cultivation path or a big man with deep cultivation, no one could simply deal with this type of test.

Even if it is used as the final test of a mystery novel, it is still a good one.

Therefore, as early as a year ago, Yue Ge had given serious thought to this question. What should she do in the face of the illusion?

Knowing full well that she was not a particularly determined person, Yue Ge dug through her memories again and again for scenes that might be drawn out as material for the illusion, and she asked herself ...

Do you regret what happened at the beginning, piece by piece?

If you were to do it all over again, what would you do?

Why?

How would it have gone if you had done so?

Yue Ge searched through the book collection for ways to break the illusion until she had eaten them all and was satisfied.

She had always been well prepared.

After kneeling for a long time, the visitors gradually dispersed.

The twins knelt quietly, and Yue Ge heard Yue Wu sniffle.

"All right, get up." A female voice said impatiently from behind them. "Stop kneeling, go back to your rooms and pack your things, and ask Aunt Chen to help some too."

The siblings didn't move a muscle.

The female voice had a deeper tone: "Did you not hear what I said? Today, when the old man is buried, it's over. We have to leave tonight - go back and pack!"

"I'm not leaving." Yue Ge took a deep breath and turned her head to face her mother, Yin Ying. "Neither Yue Wu nor I will leave."

The woman in the professional dress said impatiently, "What are you thinking about, don't cause trouble for the adults." There was a pause. "Koshitake isn't going with us, he's following your father."

"I'm not going, me and Viet Wu, we're staying here, we're not going anywhere." Echigo said stubbornly.

Her brother echoed, "We're not leaving! This is our home--"

"What kind of home is this for you!" Yin Ying snorted. "Master Yue is gone, and there was a will before he left, and he shared more than I expected ... What's the use of you staying here?"

"Hurry up and go, it's not too bad to live here ..."

... was indeed what her mother would have said.

Yue Ge refused in silence, her brother clutching her tightly.

On the other side, another tall man approached, with a pretty girl by his side.

"Are you ready, O Little Wu?" Yue Zhongshen glanced at his watch. "Yin Ying, you're too slow too."

Yin Ying said coldly, "I do not mind you showing up with these women in front of me, but at least it's your father's funeral, behave yourself."

"Yes, yes, whatever the strong woman says is right." With a wave from Yue Zhuan Shen, the girl smiled sweetly and walked away.

Some of the guests who had not yet dispersed witnessed the scene and whispered, but these two acted as if they did not feel it and did not care.

On the wall of the hearse, the black and white photograph of the old man smiled faintly. The fixed, icy gaze was as if he was watching the absurdity of it all.

But Yue Zhuan Shen and Yin Ying did not look at him at all.

... How absurd and unbearably realistic.