My Arch-Nemesis Cried and Begged Me Not to Die 66

Chapter 66: Find me, and you will hear thousands upon thousands of sentences.

Darkness.

Still darkness.

The lotus spirit stared with wide eyes in the darkness, constantly looking around, trying to find Yan Jingyu’s figure.

“Have we, not seen the light for a long time…” he murmured, “or is it just that it feels long to me?”

Liao Chen glanced at the hourglass in front of him, his expression calm. “It’s only been ten days.”

Yan Jingyu did not see Liao Chen again. He still subconsciously walked around the estate, and subconsciously turned his head to look for the other’s figure.

Clearly, before he had remembered the other, he could smell the fragrance of the lotus flower and could also inadvertently see Liao Chen’s existence. But after he remembered the other, his mind was clearly full of the other, yet he could not see him no matter what.

“Little A-Yu…”

Ever since he had flashed through the entire Yan estate, Wen Renying would occasionally call out to him cautiously, for fear that something would happen to him.

Yan Jingyu didn’t know how to tell him that every place he had chased after before was a moment when Liao Chen had risked his life.

“I’m fine.” He comforted the other in a warm voice and walked straight to the ancestral hall. He had not been able to come back before. After he came back this time, he had carefully taken care of the ancestral hall himself. In fact, there wasn’t much to take care of. Qin Zhongyou had already tidied this place up very well before. Every memorial tablet was wiped clean, without a speck of dust.

It was just that in the process of tidying up, he seemed to be communicating with his parents who had been gone for many years. This could make him calm down a little.

He knew very well that if he wanted to find Liao Chen, he had to ascend to immortality. Liao Chen couldn’t possibly have said such arbitrary words to him. He wouldn’t have not known that those words were useless to him… so when he said not to ascend to immortality, he actually meant to ascend to immortality after he was fully prepared.

He had to first comprehend the true meaning of the laws of the Heavenly Mandate.

But he was finding it very difficult to calm his mind now. He had returned to the state where he was cultivating even when he was just eating and drinking. The spiritual energy of the peak Taiqing Realm was constantly solidifying and purifying in his body, but he still couldn’t calm his mind to think about what the Heavenly Mandate wanted to tell him.

His mind was full of Liao Chen…

You bastard. He couldn’t help but look around. Where on earth did you go… weren’t you appearing very frequently before? Why won’t you even show your face once now?

Could it be because he had been either in the ancestral hall or tidying up his parents’ small courtyard recently?

Is he afraid of my parents… Yan Jingyu was not sure. He recited a calming incantation again, seriously tidied up all the memorial tablets in the ancestral hall, and only then did he turn and leave.

In the forest that blotted out the sky, even fine specks of sunlight were rarely seen. Yan Jingyu looked around, wanting to find the other’s figure.

“My parents are not here… you can come out.” He looked everywhere, constantly closing his eyes, then looking up again. He leaned against the roots of a tree and tried to turn his head to the side inadvertently.

From the forest to the lake, and then to the garden, and finally back to the begonia tree where Qin Zhongyou had been lying before. During this time, he had changed countless places, and had also constantly had whimsical ideas, even hanging upside down, tilting his head to try and change his angle to search a large circle in his own courtyard.

He had even made Qi Mufang and Ming Zelin start to worry that something was wrong with his brain, but he still couldn’t find the other’s figure.

Yan Jingyu could only land back on the ground, his expression dazed.

Could it be that, he was missing a Qin Zhongyou?

He ran to the Qin estate again. During this time, it had always been Zeng Huacai who had been taking care of Qin Zhongyou. When Yan Jingyu arrived, he was resting at his desk. Qin Zixuan was carefully changing the gauze on Qin Zhongyou’s eyes. Seeing him suddenly, his whole person was frozen in place.

Yan Jingyu could see that his core was shattered, and he was afraid that he would have no fate with the Great Dao in this life.

This was also Liao Chen’s handiwork…

He sighed and smiled faintly as usual.

After experiencing so many things, to say that everyone could still go back to the way they were was almost impossible. They were unnatural, and Yan Jingyu was also unnatural. Therefore, in the past few days, he had not come to see Qin Zhongyou.

Qin Zixuan’s face was pale as he nodded to him, then turned and walked out.

Yan Jingyu glanced at the weary Zeng Huacai, waved his hand, and a thin blanket gently fell on him. Then he came to Qin Zhongyou’s bedside. The other seemed to have sensed something, tilted his head slightly, and murmured, “Jingyu…?”

Yan Jingyu was stunned for a moment, then said warmly, “It’s me. Are you feeling better?”

Qin Zhongyou’s hand suddenly reached out from under the quilt. Yan Jingyu handed his own hand over and let him hold it tightly. Qin Zhongyou smiled. “Good. Knowing that you’re well, I’m much better.”

Yan Jingyu’s mood was complicated. He held his hand in return. “You have to get well soon. I’m still waiting for you to drink with me.”

A long time and all sorts of accidents seemed to have placed a film between them. Even Qin Zhongyou didn’t know what to say. He just kept holding Yan Jingyu’s hand, so tight that his knuckles were a little white.

A hint of red overflowed from the corner of his eye. Yan Jingyu patted the back of his hand. “Don’t be sad. Get your body well. you still have a chance to start over.”

“…” Qin Zhongyou’s lips moved, and in the end, he just nodded.

At this moment, he seemed to understand why Yan Jingyu had chosen to impersonate someone else when he had returned to Yaoguang Valley that day.

Only after truly becoming a waste could he understand what Yan Jingyu was thinking at that time. So, you were afraid of being rejected, you were afraid that we wouldn’t recognize you, you were even more afraid that you wouldn’t know how to face us… you were also afraid, not knowing how to explain all of this to us.

Yan Jingyu’s fingers stroked the wet white gauze on his eye. He said softly, “Do you want to go out for a walk?”

Of course, Qin Zhongyou wanted to. He was quiet for a few moments, but in the end, he still shook his head. “I go out often. I go out every day… I just lay down.”

He wanted to say sorry again, but then he thought that the current Yan Jingyu no longer needed it.

He couldn’t say it. These words would make him think of his unbearable self, and would also remind Yan Jingyu of those unbearable pasts.

Yan Jingyu’s gaze was still looking around from time to time, but he still didn’t see the figure he was expecting.

Qin Zhongyou was also here… why was it still useless?

“Do you have other things?” Qin Zhongyou spoke. The loss of his sight made him sensitive. The other’s brief pause made him feel extremely tormented. He was not sure if Yan Jingyu’s gaze was examining him, nor was he sure how he was currently looking at his own wasted self.

“No.” Yan Jingyu said, “Why don’t I take you out for a walk? The summer weather is just right.”

He had given up on looking for Liao Chen. Qin Zhongyou becoming like this was not what he wanted, and he had never thought that Liao Chen would do such a thing to Qin Zhongyou… He was doing it on purpose. This fellow, in order to make him find him, was simply unscrupulous.

When I find him, I must stab him a hundred times.

He supported Qin Zhongyou and went out the door. The summer light was good, and the sound of cicadas was incessant. Yan Jingyu’s gaze passed through the roots of the tree, and he could see the cicada pupae slowly climbing up from underground.

The fresh air outside seemed to have made Qin Zhongyou’s mood a little better. The barrier between the two of them also faded a little. Yan Jingyu skillfully brewed tea and made tea. Qin Zhongyou listened to his movements with his ear to the side, knowing what Yan Jingyu was busy with, which was much more reassuring than his own random thoughts.

The tip of his nose was invaded by the rich fragrance of tea. Yan Jingyu’s voice also became a little brighter. “How is it? It’s been a long time since you’ve had my tea, right?”

“Mm.” Qin Zhongyou reached out his hand and felt him carefully place the teacup in his hand. The tea was warm, not hot. It was clearly a temperature he had carefully handled. Qin Zhongyou’s lips curved. “It’s the tea I picked.”

“That’s right. I saw a lot of new tea at home. Do you still go to the tea mountain every year?”

“Not every year.” Qin Zhongyou’s voice was gentle. “If I don’t have time to go myself, I will have someone bring back a cup. Uncle Yan loves to drink it. I always think, I have to save it for him.”

Yan Jingyu’s gaze fell on his somewhat messy silver hair. He raised his hand and gently tidied it with his spiritual energy, then withdrew his hand. “When you get better, we’ll go pick tea together again.”

“I…” Some words, if said, I’m afraid, if not said, I’m blocked. But before he could speak, Yan Jingyu had already said, “I said long ago, it’s all in the past. You cultivate well, heal well, and everything can start over.”

Qin Zhongyou’s hand paused slightly. “…From the beginning?”

“Mm…” Yan Jingyu suddenly saw Liao Chen’s figure again. The latter was standing to the side, his originally pleasantly surprised expression suddenly turning expressionless when he saw Qin Zhongyou. The moment Yan Jingyu cast his gaze over, his figure disappeared again.

Yan Jingyu immediately jumped up and came to the place where he had been standing.

Hearing his ragged breathing, Qin Zhongyou immediately said, “What’s wrong? A-Yu, what happened?”

“…No.” Yan Jingyu was a little confused. He circled the table again, his heart filled with bewilderment.

Why did he appear and then disappear? Liao Chen… Liao Chen’s expression didn’t seem to have anticipated that Qin Zhongyou would be here. He didn’t appear because of Qin Zhongyou, but because of me, because… because I was putting more of my attention on Qin Zhongyou, because I was just now thinking of the past when I went to pick tea for my father with Qin Zhongyou.

He vaguely understood the most crucial thing.

Hidden, is to make him be forgotten. When all other existences have completely forgotten him, the authority of being hidden will fade. But my own gaze, even a mental gaze, will instantly deepen the authority of being hidden.

It has nothing to do with Qin Zhongyou. It’s mainly because of me.

This is really too much of a paradox… If I don’t think of him, then how can I find him? If I think of him repeatedly, then I will never be able to see him…

His world is a piece of darkness.

Only when I forget him will he briefly see the light.

Then isn’t he going to be so angry he could die right now?!

“Jingyu…”

“I, I have other things to do. You rest well.”

Yan Jingyu stepped on his sword and left, his brain working at high speed. He’s still safe, but it’s equivalent to being locked up… There’s a way, there must be a way.

Next, I have to calm my mind and try not to think of him as much as possible. No, not try, but must not think of him.

In this way, he might be able to come to my world again.

Since that’s the case… Yan Jingyu looked at the flowing lines on his palm. Ever since the laws of the Heavenly Mandate had merged with him, he had discovered that his palm lines were like a rune divine form, silently changing. But its changes were very subtle, almost imperceptible to the naked eye. But if you blinked and looked again, you would find that the palm lines were moving with his thoughts.

Heavenly Mandate… next, I will focus on comprehending the Dao, first breaking through to the false immortal stage, then ascending to immortality.

He put his hand down, focused ahead, and his figure pierced through the clouds. In that instant, another human voice came. “Immortal Lord Dufang!!”

Yan Jingyu stopped his steps, turned his head to look, and another person with an excited expression came to him. “Immortal Lord Dufang has really been resurrected. Immortal Lord, great peace. Someone asked me to bring you a message…”

His expression was dazed. Yan Jingyu’s eyes darkened slightly. He said softly, “I know.”

“You… you know?”

“I know.” Yan Jingyu’s voice was gentle. He continued to walk forward, the clouds changing at his side. On the way back, he saw one after another cultivator who had once been imprisoned by Liao Chen. Yan Jingyu responded one by one, “I know. Thank you.”

The other was confused. “You know, what I was going to bring is…”

“I know.”

He remembered everything.

That night, the words Liao Chen had said to him, those he should have known but had been deliberately hidden, and those he could only know after possessing an immortal quality… he remembered them all.

“You will forget me… Yan Jingyu, no matter what answer I give you, the moment you are reborn, you will completely forget me…”

“You are very selfish, and I am also very selfish… when did I become such a selfless person?”

“Yan Jingyu, if you want to hear me say that sentence to you, if you want to get my answer, then you come and find me. Find me, and you will get thousands upon thousands of sentences. If you can’t find me… you are a complete waste…”

“Remember my next words… if someone calls you in the future and says they want to tell you something, that’s me talking to you…”

“…Like.”

“Yan Jingyu, I like you.”

“In the future, countless people will tell you that I like you.”

“If you can’t hear it, then let me disappear forever… If you can hear it, you will surely be very sad, right? You will never be able to see me again…”

“It’s better to let this sentence disappear with me.”

“…Who knows why I’m telling you these things? Who knows why I’ve made myself so wretched? The thirty-six rules are bullying me… Yan Jingyu, if you ascend to immortality, you must avenge me… it doesn’t matter if you don’t…”

Yan Jingyu suddenly saw the ring on his fingertip again. In that instant, he reacted extremely quickly and put a wisp of his spiritual sense into it.

In the dark space, a clear and bright voice suddenly sounded: “Liao Chen—”

“You fool!!!”