Chapter 307 Cutting the Heart (Part 2)

Just to put a sad end to this deep love, let him see the result with his own eyes, so that they can think of each other at least at some point in the next thirty years.

But he was still crazy.

The imperial edict passed down by the immortal king destroyed his whole mind in an instant. The overflowing spiritual energy that made him feel like a fish in water when painting became the door to disaster. He screamed and ran away, and became a slave of this imperial edict.

The madman met the monster, this was the last meeting of this pair of lovers.

So Li Piaoqing knew where this scene came from - in Yi Danjun's heart, the man was no longer the same as he was in the small building on a spring night. The man who made her see the world alive became a loyal servant of what she escaped from.

Therefore, from the beginning, Xifang Tian here never turned his eyes to the woman beside him. He had long been a humble and crazy body. His spirituality, his wisdom, and everything that constituted his mind had been occupied by that picture scroll. He was just a mortal. He could not resist anything. Apart from depicting it, he could not do anything.

He was the starting point, he was the end point. All of this together formed a fateful cage. Yi Danjun found that he had never been able to escape from anything.

So this heart poison was not as deep as the one that would burn everything once ignited. The woman had completely lost her strength in the face of such an ending.

Li Piaoqing didn't know whether Yi Chengxin had expected such a result, but she knew that she must have a way to deal with it.

One heart poison didn't work, but she could change another one.

This mind was so fragile that it was really easy to destroy it.

After three hundred years of heart candle cultivation, a true Zhaozi would never be helpless in this situation.

But Li Piaoqing was not Zhaozi.

She still hadn't cultivated the candle sword.

She only knew that this was the only heart poison engraved on the altar. Now it couldn't work. The girl didn't even know how to walk out of this small building.

Everything was in a desperate situation.

But Li Piaoqing still didn't give up. The sight of the young man outside falling in a pool of blood was still reminding her. The girl took a deep breath and ignited her last poison without hesitation.

Since there was no candle sword, she would quickly cultivate the candle sword.

But in an instant, the palpitations rising from the depths of her heart tightly enveloped her heart. Li Piaoqing suddenly held the pillar next to her, her face pale and bloodless.

The girl was really used to being strong, and her mind, which had been oppressed for a long time, was definitely not ready to face the last poison at this time.

Li Piaoqing had no power to resist, and she collapsed thousands of miles away. The mood by the boat on Zhuoyue Lake occupied her mind.

This was the only love affair the girl had experienced. At this time, the most painful part of it was picked out, and after being intensified and aggravated, it surged together when the girl was most vulnerable.

At the same time, a hoarse voice began to come faintly from the depths. Li Piaoqing couldn't hear its content clearly. She tried to endure the discomfort for unknown reasons and focused her attention to dismantle the two parties that could constitute the candle sword's heart poison from this group of fog, but she reached out her hand and couldn't touch anything.

At this time, igniting the heart poison was indeed the only way, so the girl chose to face it decisively, but unfortunately determination could never determine the result. What was previously impenetrable was still covering her eyes.

The building had begun to collapse, and the wooden beams fell one after another, and they had already decayed into ashes in the air. After the girl exposed Yi Danjun's self-deception, this warm building on a spring night was heading towards a complete collapse.

The demons from the outside world penetrated in, the sticky blue, the deep black, the withered and dead spring night sky was eroded and torn, Li Piaoqing looked up, through the collapsed roof, the Cangshan Mountain with the dragon shadow winding had pressed into her field of vision.

On the top of the mountain, the pair of indifferent golden eyes were cast down at her.

This time, Li Piaoqing did not see the coldness in it.

There were thin snowflakes floating in her heart, and Li Piaoqing even felt a peaceful sadness.

This was originally a dream of a woman, and now what Li Piaoqing saw was the real Yi Dan Jun.

The building was reduced to ashes, and the dark blue like blood flowed in, and the whole area quickly fell to the underworld.

Xifang Tian was still standing in front of the table. Snow had fallen on this painting, and the man gradually became the disheveled and frostbitten man.

This was his reality.

The soft shadow of Yi Dan Jun beside her with sad tears was also fading and disappearing. At the last moment, her sad eyes looked deeply at the girl.

Perhaps she, who also had the cultivation of the Heart Candle, had never been deceived, but had always held the same expectations as the girl.

Expecting her to help her overthrow the figure sitting with golden pupils.

But everything failed after all.

Until a slightly hoarse but powerful voice suddenly sounded: "Why don't you let him finish the painting?"

Li Piaoqing turned his head abruptly. The young man in green clothes was standing next to Xifang Tian, ​​staring at the figure of the woman whose heart was about to dissipate with a pair of calm eyes.

The wind stopped and the snow was still, and everything suddenly stopped falling.

"Have you really seen the finished painting?" Pei Ye said softly. Beside him, the man who had not spoken a word from beginning to end was still using a pair of frostbitten hands to tremble and depict the painting with a pen.

After thirty days of going back and forth in the cold, his vocal cords and tongue were frozen. He lost all ability to speak, and his mind was always bitten in the state of psychedelic and madness. The will of the Immortal Lord Gao Miao made him unable to do anything else.

This last ink painting left after three days and three nights of sleepless work is everything he wanted to say in December of the Ren Zi year.

Yi Danjun had never seen it, of course, she just knew that he would copy the edict crazily.

The painting was finally finished.

Xifang Tian slowly raised his head and handed the painting to the woman whose figure was gradually fading.

They had been together here for thirty years. In her mind, he had always been just a withered shadow whose will was taken away by the Immortal Lord. Now, this was the first time he looked at her.

On the scroll, between two towering mountains, the shadow of a dragon hung down from the sky. Above it was pitch black that could not be looked at directly, and below it was a mysterious mist.

It was no longer a dry copy by his apprentice. In Xifang Tian's hands, the aura of this painting was enough to drive those who saw it crazy.

In the middle of all this, a figure stood on a high platform and stretched out his hand to receive the edict.

Anyone who sees this painting should not focus on this fingernail-sized back figure, but the author just poured the strongest emotions into it. He was exhausted and could not modify or delete any trace in this painting, but all the colors and scenery were pouring towards this soft figure.

Just like when they first went out, on the Autumn Scenery Mountain.

When this painting was painted, Xifang Tian's pupils shot out snake light and fell to the ground and died.

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This chapter is not an extra chapter, this is one of the updates on the 19th! Because it is a small ending, it is not easy to interrupt, so I tried my best to code it out first! No more words, I'm going to catch up on my winter vacation homework!