Chapter 1: Drunken for Several Lifetimes with Nine Turns of Beauty

  The room was very dark, Ning Wencheng returned home and almost used all his strength to kick a high-heeled shoe far away, hitting the expensive red wooden floor with a "thud" sound.

  The clothes on her body fell to the ground, she stood in the darkness for a while, slowly throwing away the other high-heeled shoe, and walked into the bedroom barefoot.

  The floor is slightly cool, and stepping on it feels like the taste of ice water. The faint moonlight shines through the window and casts a layer of hazy gauze over the delicate ancient wooden furniture, with an eerie beauty in its tranquility.

  She didn't have the slightest idea of turning on the light, sat down at the edge of the bed and slowly fell back onto it.

  The ceiling was snow-white, and Li Tang and Xu Feifei's expressions and words were clear as if they were in front of her. Scene after scene was filled with deep emotions, and a thin layer of disgust floated in her eyes.

  There was no other reason, only because Li Tang was her fiancé, and Xu Feifei happened to be her good friend. A clichéd 8 o'clock drama story, this was the first thought that came to mind when she saw the two hugging each other in the parking lot half an hour ago while carrying her wedding dress.

  At that moment, a inexplicable smile appeared on her face, the curve of her lips has been maintained until now, and there is a somewhat sour feeling.

  She let out a snicker into the darkness, her breath seeming to stir the moonlight, and Li Tang's words took on an illusory form, generating a gleaming knife edge that sliced across her heart.

  Marry Ning Wenqing and half of the shares of the Ning family business will be in his hands.

  In an instant, she was breathing heavily, and she regretted that she hadn't become angry enough to cry.

  Watching the perfect moment shatter into pieces, if she had a choice, she would still drive out at 11:39 PM to find Li Tang, just to tell him that she wanted to change the pink buttons on this dress to light purple.

  That pale purple color like the rain of three watches dripping from the phoenix tree flowers, she originally intended to describe it to him in this way.

  She bet he would ask: What color are the Chinese parasol trees in front of your medical school building when they bloom?

  She then added: The fourth one from the left, the color after the gentle spring rain.

  Years ago, in a rainy season, she turned back to look for her lost notes and saw Li Tang smiling down at her.

  The sound of the wutong flower falling gently, a faint, quiet light purple, he handed over that romantic color along with the notebook to her hands.

  She smiled in his handsome gaze, a smile that was now.

  The Prince Charming is a legend in girls' hearts, but unfortunately, it's like a mist that separates us from the mountain. Love is just a mist for women.

  Late spring fine rain has been smearing on more than a thousand days, with heavy smoke and deep locks.

  She subconsciously fiddled with the jade beads on her wrist, and the moonlight seemed to pass through her body, making her heart feel extremely clear. There was no unbearable pain, just a bit of numbness that was too awake.

  She smiled self-deprecatingly, being too clear-headed is not good, especially for women.

  The crystal clear seven-colored jade felt cool to the touch, and a faint smile reappeared on her face, which had already become expressionless.

  The moonlight was shining brightly, and she lay quietly with her eyes closed, stretching out her hand to pull over a small, intricately patterned silver box that had been placed on the headboard. Inside the box were several strands of crystal beads, arranged neatly on a deep blue velvet background, sparkling and translucent.

  The crystal clear temperature was cool as water, she turned her head and picked out a black obsidian with the reputation of "Black Diamond Warrior", which can drive away evil spirits, and lightly supported it on her wrist.

  Jet black lining skin fine white, eighteen grains of obsidian all opened rainbow eyes, faintly floating in front of the moon.

  She picked up another string of beads, a brilliant gold-colored titanium crystal, auspicious and wealthy, as if blessed by the gods, dispelling bad luck...

  Pale blue crystal clear sea blue treasure, earth water fire wind, purify and enlighten...

  Soft white moonstone, soothing emotions, gentle and calming...

  Deep green mysterious green ghost, peaceful mood, open mind...

  Dark red gorgeous garnet, dispelling melancholy, staying beautiful...

  Deep purple noble amethyst, concentrated mind, developing spiritual power, also symbolizing... faithful love.

  Rose-colored stardust crystal powder, belonging to the color of Aphrodite, the goddess of love, brings joyful emotional life and heals the wounds of love.

  She narrowed her eyes against the moonlight, gazing at the crystal ornaments quietly arranged on her pale skin, her expression cold and detached, suddenly feeling like a peddler selling trinkets at a noisy night market stall.

  Nobility and humility, love and hatred, are all just a thought away from everyone.

  If you like them, they are treasures that shine brightly in the palm of your hand; if you ignore them, they become dirty pebbles rolling on the roadside.

  As they say love, as they say lover, as they say till the seas run dry and the rocks crumble.

  The natural coolness of the crystal entwined and spread on her arm, like a gentle flow of cold lake water in late autumn. She couldn't bear the chill. With one swift motion, she swept away eight strands of crystal and discarded them to the side, leaving only the original aquamarine. She resumed her reclining posture, closed her eyes, exhausted.

  However, she didn't notice that the crystal she had thrown out happened to form a neat semicircle, and under the faintly shining moonlight, it emitted a soft glow.

  Eight bright rays of light converged into one in the air, illuminating the entire room, and then slowly, slowly flowed into the emerald on her right hand.

  I felt a bit cold in my sleep, and my clothes were damp and clinging to me, which was very uncomfortable.

  The sound of running water and the warmth of sunlight, Ning Wenching reluctantly opened her eyes, the dazzling brightness suddenly shining into her eyes, forcing her to turn her head to avoid the sudden light.

  Tall mountains and steep cliffs, emerald waters and shallow shoals, what a wonderful and secluded dreamland. In an instant, she suddenly sat up, her arm stinging from the sharp rock, with water flowing gently between her fingers.

  She got used to the light and looked around, half sitting on a rock, but felt more awake than ever. When could dreams be so real?

  Where the eye can see, green hills surround, dense forests are lush, and endless blue layers. In the distance, a clear stream flies down from the mountain top, like a white ribbon hanging in the valley, splashing jade beads, and the sound of water is faintly heard. The water flows along the mountain peaks, layer by layer, falling straight down, gathering into a clear river rushing forward, twisting and turning westward, disappearing in the lush mountains.

  And she was by the water's edge, wearing a white shirt with a sash around her waist, long and wide sleeves, the unsoaked hem fluttering gently in the mountain breeze, like clouds drifting over the water. By her side, a small green bamboo basket had fallen, containing some unknown flowers and grasses, light purple and deep green, with a faint fragrance.

  She stared blankly for a while, palms open in front of her eyes, looked at them, then raised her head to glance around, lowered her head again, and subconsciously clenched her fists, with fingertips embedded in the palm slightly painful.

  This feeling of being in a trance pulled her into a thousand thoughts, and she got up bewildered, looking around at the desolate mountains and wild ridges, where birds and beasts had no trace, with only the wind brushing against her hair as it passed by, slightly cool.

  Unintentionally lowering my head, I caught a glimpse of a shadow reflected in the water - white clothes, long hair. The white clothes were somewhat thin and hung quietly by her side, her long hair reached her waist, and a few strands of black hair that had gotten wet clung to her ear, slightly coquettish.

  She furrowed her brow, took a step forward and bent down to look into the water. The clear water reflected her movements like a mirror, making that inverted image clearer, and she shuddered all over!

  It's clearly not herself, yet it's precisely herself. The long hair cascades down her shoulders like a waterfall, crossing the water's surface, with clear eyebrows and thin cherry lips, in the faintly visible water color, only those eyes remain, with waves as before, which is what she's familiar with.

  It's like me but not quite, a kind of surreal disconnection, inexplicable.

  A leaf fell onto the water's surface, and the ripples scattered the shadow. When I looked again, even the eyebrows and eyes seemed to be made of water, hazy and distant, and not a single part of it was clear anymore.

  Suddenly, a faint sigh sounded in his ear, and a soft voice said, "I suppose it's done."

  Ning Wencheng was startled and blurted out, "Who are you?" Unconsciously pursing her lips tightly, the reflection in the water rippled, but her lips slightly parted: "My name is Feng Qinchun, perhaps from now on, you will be Feng Qinchun."

  "What did you say?" Ning Wenqing seemed to have not heard clearly and asked again.

  She smiled faintly and said, "Put your hand into the water."

  Ning Wenqing hesitated for a moment, feeling that things in front of her were unusually strange, but she still reached out to touch the cool water as instructed.

  When the aquamarine on my wrist touches the water flow, it emits a faint glow, reflecting the refracted sunlight in the water, crystal clear and dazzling. I don't know if it's the coolness of the water or the coolness of the aquamarine that gently spreads throughout my body.

  It was as if she had seen a complex and ancient lens pass before her eyes, with figures intersecting, silent and still, like fleeting shadows, after several cycles, experiencing tens of thousands of years, something settled down, and entered her thoughts, quietly staying.

  As the light and shadow faded away, the reflection in the water asked: "Do you understand now? This is my memory, it seems to be incomplete... but that's all there is."

  Ning Wenqing involuntarily rubbed her forehead with her hand, trying to tidy up those sudden things. First, the clear ones were all about herbal medicine formulas and knowledge she had learned in five years of medical school, colliding and intertwining into a ball. Time was chaotic, and there was a bit of coldness spreading in her heart, vaguely extending out an extremely abnormal unease.

  Just as she was thinking, she suddenly took a slight breath of cold air and pointed at the shadow in the water, saying: "You yourself..."

  "It's heart disease," said the reflection in the water: "I am a doctor who has been ill for a long time."

  Ning Wenqing pressed his chest, but didn't notice anything unusual. However, this bizarre and eerie situation made him shiver, "What's going on? How did I end up here? Can you send me back?"

  "It may be impossible." The reflection in the water said quietly after a moment of silence.

  "Why?" Ning Wenqing hastily asked back.

  "I'm not entirely familiar with the witch tribe's forbidden techniques. This is an unexpected turn of events, and I truly don't know how to send you back."

  "Why did you bring me here?"

  "Sudden onset of heart disease, only this forbidden technique can save his life."

  Ning Wen Qing stood up straight, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes, and asked sternly: "You're using someone else's life to exchange for your own?"

  "I just wanted to send myself elsewhere to prolong my life, and didn't think that such a thing would happen. By the time I realized it, it was already too late."

  "Why did it have to be me?"

  "You have the Nine Turns Luminous Stone, and you also initiated the Nine Turns Luminous Formation yourself."

  Everything has its own cause and effect, and it is predetermined by fate. Ning Wenqing opened his mouth to speak, but he just found it laughable and had nothing to say.

  "That shadow continued to say: 'I'm really sorry, I implicated you, and I didn't know it was so serious beforehand. In order to keep your primordial spirit safe, I have given all of my spiritual energy to you, which can be considered a small compensation.'"

  Ning Wencheng gazed down at the water with a clear and distant expression, suddenly remembering something, and asked: "Then what would you do?"

  The faint smile in his eyes carried a hint of bitterness as he said, "Maybe... sigh, I don't know..."

  "Is it 'soul dispersed and spirit scattered'?" For some reason, he felt a slight pang of reluctance in his heart.

  She shook her head silently, and a faint smile appeared in the ripples of the water. The smile gradually broke apart, melted away, and finally disappeared without a trace, turning into an unfamiliar face that was exactly like Ning Wenqing's, except for the shock and helplessness written all over it.

  Ning Wencheng sat down on the cold rock, slowly bent over and splashed some water on her face, using the coolness of the water to calm herself down. When she lifted her head again, she was suddenly filled with confusion.

  Is this life or death? Is it the flesh and skin, or the thoughts and soul that make up existence? Who is she now? And who was she before? Where is she? What should she do?

  A jumbled mix of memories surged up in her mind, accompanied by an overwhelming sense of helplessness, as she dug her fingers into the green stone at the water's edge, unable to move for a long time.

  The Buddha said that the four elements are all empty, and the body and mind are like illusions. When things come to a head, she finds that everything is so far away. All she can do is stand up straight, use her unfamiliar body to support her increasingly faint and almost scattered soul.

  Gradually moving west, lonely and suspended in the vast sky between mountains, slowly calming down was Ning Wencheng, or Feng Qincheng gazing at the mountain wilderness about to be shrouded in dusk, lost in thought. When she had been thinking for a long time and was preparing to turn back, a pair of large hands suddenly stretched out from behind her and tightly covered her mouth.