dognovel Chapter 347 Sincerity
Chapter 347 Sincerity
Shi Yubai felt a little aggrieved: "Brother, why do you have to say that... Is it because of my current status?"
"What else? I feel sorry for you. It took thousands of people to cultivate to your current level?"
Shi Yubai was stunned: "What?"
"I've seen many four-legged beasts, but this is the first time I've seen a two-legged beast... It's normal for a beast like you to not understand human language. Do you need me to repeat it again?"
Liu Jiqian's lips curled slightly and his voice was gentle. His words, combined with his gentle expression, were full of sarcasm. The word "beast" that appeared repeatedly, if you ignored the content, you would think he was trying to coax people.
"Liu Jiqian!" Shi Yubai gritted his teeth: "How can you say that..."
"Want to say thank you? You're welcome. You deserve it."
Now Liu Jiqian could poison himself to death with just a few words.
Zhou Yuan showed envy in his eyes: I really want to live as harshly as him.
Before he turned evil, Liu Jiqian wouldn’t talk about people he disliked, but after he turned evil, Liu Jiqian was different. He loved to talk, and he talked a lot.
Shi Yubai's disguise mask crumbled into pieces, and Liu Jiqian opposite him had a face full of sarcasm, looking even more like a villain than he was.
No matter how vividly they portrayed each other, their vows still pale. The love that was just for show could only exist if it was rooted in lies. Liu Jiqian could not see the so-called "love" at all, but he could see that Shi Yubai was deceiving himself and could no longer distinguish anything...
He's seen a lot.
There is no need to mention the water content inside.
Many people are wishful thinking, offering their so-called sincerity without leaving any way out for themselves or the other party, as if after they are moved, the other party will also feel the same way and must accept it.
The expected rejection is servile to them, and you would never even look at it, as if you were trampling on them.
Sincerity is nothing but an excuse to cover up despicable behavior, showing one's all, but if one really infringes on interests, it will be another face.
Perhaps he was hurt by the emotions surging in Liu Jiqian's eyes, Shi Yu's face turned pale, but he could not say anything and could only turn away.
The remaining soul of the Demon Lord did have an impact on Liu Jiqian. He felt drowsy and recalled things that happened a long time ago.
At that time, he had not yet established his own cave. The red plum blossoms outside the temple were always in full bloom, and when the blood-red petals passed over the cold pond, they would always dye half of the moonlight red.
He couldn't remember the appearance of the person who showed his kindness, but they looked exactly the same.
Holding a plum branch covered with snow, he walked forward step by step, his crane cloak brushing against the fallen petals on the ground. The restrained steps at his waist made clear sounds in the silence, and the gorgeous colors of the forest were reflected in his eyes.
The cold pond reflected the sarcastic curve on Liu Jiqian’s lips, and the stone table was piled with “thoughts”.
The mermaid pearls from the South China Sea glowed with a faint blue halo under the moonlight, the sword box made of black iron from the Western Extremes emitted a cold light, and all kinds of elixirs were in jade bottles with strange and bright colors. These objects that carried the so-called deep affection were three times more gorgeous than the red plum blossoms in the cold pond.
Those lingering vows made under the moon must always be rooted in lies in order to grow and flourish.
The less you have, the more stubborn you are in trying to show something.
"Do you have to trample on my sincerity like this?"
The opponent's sword tip was still dripping with cold water, but his brows were filled with deep affection: "In order to obtain this ice soul, I was trapped in the secret realm and was injured..."
But what does this have to do with him? He never said he wanted any ice spirit, so could he impose cause and effect just by saying "it's for you"?
The chill of the sword brushing against his Adam's apple caused his pupils to shrink suddenly, and frost formed on Liu Jiqian's eyelashes.
The compassion in his eyes as he gazed upon the world was as thrilling as the ridicule at this moment.
This body that is infatuated with countless people is nothing but a deceptive illusion, just like the passionate feelings in the eyes of countless faces, which is ultimately an illusion described according to a storybook.
The "admiration" these people talk about is like the miasma in the rainy season, which looks beautiful at first but becomes rotten upon contact.
The sincerity they offer always comes with conditions - a glance back, a promise.
However, some promises are born with a rotten core, but they try to use frost and snow to cover up the truth.
Love that is just for fun is the most sophisticated. One has to wipe off the patina of lies every day like an antique dealer caring for bronze ware, and forge the illusion of thousands of years of vicissitudes under the oxide layer.
The most ridiculous thing is those who claim to be infatuated, always like to package their calculations as being helpless.
He actually knows everything.
He wanted to hurt him, but he also wanted him to suffer and still maintain his dignity like celadon, cracking but not breaking.
It has become what gossipers call a "beauty lamp", saying that its fragile appearance is the most pitiful and particularly fanatical, as if fragility can catalyze desire.
The word I hear the most is "sincerity", but I have rarely seen "sincerity".
Liu Jiqian rejected those eyes full of calculations again and again. His reflection in the pond was broken up and reunited by the koi, but it always looked like a lonely cold moon. It was obviously a last resort, but it became an unattainable "moon".
He thought Lu Wensheng was no different from other people, but after getting to know him, he found him too ordinary, so ordinary that Liu Jiqian was stunned for a moment.
There are no carefully arranged illusions, no life-threatening scenes...it can even be said to be righteous.
"You were just being sentimental from the beginning to the end. What do you mean you can't get the love you want? The other person doesn't even know you, and you look like someone who has been abandoned. You are so moved that you feel justified. Does love have to respond to you? Why? Because you are perverted or because your heart is darker than others?"
"That's not love, it's the filth in their hearts, they just use a high-sounding excuse."
“Love is not a self-righteous request, it is not self-touching, it is not imposing feelings on the other person, but it is always feeling indebted.”
Lu Wensheng's voice startled the sandalwood in the room. Liu Jiqian looked up and saw the man in black. The morning light slanted across the magic sword hanging at his waist, leaving light and dark patterns on the green jade bricks.
His figure is always like the scorching sun at noon, revealing all the dark thoughts. That person can always say frankly that he also has desires, which makes those who hide their desires look ridiculous.
He would say: "You are the meticulous and colorful painting by the painting saint, and the moonlight that is always hanging outside the rice paper."
Lu Wensheng spread out those sugar-coated calculations in the sun to dry. The man's hair flowed in the morning light, warming his mind.
"Senior Brother Liu."
"Liu Jiqian!"
"Ahem, Weiyun...?"
Liu Jiqian's eyebrows and eyes were gentle, and the corners of his mouth were raised.
It is not the polite arc at the corners of the lips, but the genuine smile that spreads from the eyes to the eyebrows, like the moonlight meeting the morning sun, and finally becoming the clear light of heaven and earth.
He suddenly realized the reality of the world.
......
Liu Jiqian's mind was in a state of confusion, but he still subconsciously murmured with a hint of grievance: "...Yangming."
As soon as the words fell, the candlelight in the prison suddenly grew brighter.
The seventy-two Netherworld lamps illuminated the reliefs on the four walls, which showed a group of demons dancing wildly. The stone-carved evil spirits seemed to be about to break through the walls.
Zhou Yuan's hands were shaking slightly as he made hand gestures in the dark. Min Xiao had set up this formation himself. Now the Xuanming Stone at the center of the formation had cracked into spider web patterns. He felt that Min Xiao's move was ridiculous. How could he have imprisoned the leader of the immortal sect? He was clearly inviting an evil star back to the temple.