Chapter 1222 — The Two Painted Scrolls
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 3
Are you not a painter? When you are well again, paint a portrait of yourself for me, so that I will not remember you as so handsome. " She gathered her spirits, and once more the dream came over her. At the end of that battle the Lunar Venerable blocked Xiao Weisu's sneak attack; but on the other side, the Fire Venerable slew the Ling Venerable.
"Can I tell the Ling Venerable that the Fire Venerable and the others are plotting treachery? " the Lunar Venerable asked when she had returned to Shen Mu's side. Shen Mu nodded.
"You can.
" Again the dream. The Lunar Venerable evaded Xiao Weisu's sword and the Ling Venerable evaded the Fire Venerable's fist; the two women had barely steadied themselves when the Hao Venerable, the Divine Emperor Langxuan, the Ancestor God King, and others suddenly appeared. The Lunar Venerable watched in despair; in the end she still escaped, and the Ling Venerable still fell beneath the butchers' blades of the Hao Venerable, the Fire Venerable, and the rest. The Lunar Venerable returned to Shen Mu's side. This time she did not demand to know why the Hao Venerable and the others had appeared so conveniently; she sank into silent thought instead.
Shen Mu did not disturb her, but let her ponder.
How long passed, she could not say, before the Lunar Venerable laughed once more. "Let us try again!
" This time the Ling Venerable still died, and still only she escaped back.
She was the Venerable who commanded the Way of Space; to kill her was truly too difficult.
"Again!
" The Lunar Venerable's voice trembled slightly; she forced herself to be calm. But the result was the same.
She could never change the outcome of the Ling Venerable's death; no matter how many times she tried, after the Earth Mother was killed, the Ling Venerable would always die under the siege of them all. Again and again she tried, and again and again she failed; never once could she save the Ling Venerable.
"Let me try once more," she said to Shen Mu, her voice a little hoarse. .
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This time she did not save herself, but exerted all her power to send the Ling Venerable away from that place.
Her spatial powers were miraculous beyond measure; let the Hao Venerable, Langxuan, the Ancestor God King, and the others obstruct and attack as they might, they could not keep the Ling Venerable there.
Yet though the Ling Venerable was sent away, the Lunar Venerable herself was plunged into peril: as she fled, Xiao Weisu's sword slashed across her waist, the Fire Venerable's fist crashed into her cheek, and the Hao Venerable's seal stamped her between the shoulder blades.
Langxuan's divine sense blasted her until her consciousness blurred, and the Ancestor God King's blow shattered the crown of her head. "This outcome is already very good.
" The Lunar Venerable woke from the dream.
Time after time she had tried, and after sending the Ling Venerable away she could never escape death.
But later on, though she could not avoid being gravely wounded, she could keep her life, only that no matter how hard she strove, her legs would always be crippled by Xiao Weisu.
And her face, too, could never escape being ruined by the Fire Venerable.
"This is only my dream. None of it need come to pass.
" She smiled at Shen Mu. "So be it. One way or another, the Earth Mother must die!
Mu, is this really a dream?
" Shen Mu nodded.
The Lunar Venerable suddenly rose on tiptoe, leaned in and kissed him on the face, then fled in a fit of shyness, giggling, "It is a dream anyway. Kissing a lover in a dream is nothing! " She stopped again, turned back, and said, "Venerable Mu is a great painter whose brush brings forth flowers.
Could you paint my face as it is now?
I want to sear my present looks into my mind, so that if I turn ugly in the future I will not forget them.
" Shen Mu picked up his brush. In the moonlight, the girl looked a little shy from having just stolen a kiss from her sweetheart.
Shen Mu painted that scene.