Ninghua didn't speak, she sighed and closed her eyes.

The thunder rumbled and gathered on the top of Ninghua's head. The pools of water around her rolled, and the spiritual power began to roll into her body. Xuan Hua trembled and climbed out of the spring with difficulty. Before the first thunderbolt landed, he began to run frantically towards the outside. Ninghua quietly watched his back from behind him, without saying a word, still being struck by the thunderbolt on her body.

She practiced Taoism for eight hundred years. When she was young, she once asked her master what Taoism was.

The master told her that Tao is attachment.

She was puzzled: "So many people say that seeking the Way means not being attached, so why?"

The master smiled and said, "Isn't it also a kind of attachment to be attached to and not attached to it?"

"What you believe in, what becomes your obsession, this is your Dao. Dao Xinsheng is unshakable and indestructible. This is the cornerstone and foundation of all you."

"What if I'm obsessed with destroying the sky and destroying the earth?" She was a little at a loss. If Dao is attachment, then attachment to goodness and attachment to evil, aren't they all attachments?

Listening to her words, the master did not change his face, looked into the distance, and said indifferently: "Then destroy it."

"There is no good or evil in the way, there is a good way and there is an evil way, as long as you can stick to the end, it is the way."

Eight hundred years later, she has kept this in mind.

She begged for immortality, and she begged to be with the sun and the moon. She wishes her life to shine forever, not to be faded, not to be forgotten.

So along the way, she didn't hesitate at all.

Now that it is finally time for her to prove the Dao, she also wants to know if her Dao heart has been shaken in the slightest.

The thunder of the sky slammed down and slashed her bones to pieces, and the spring water in the Lingtan continued to nourish her and supply her with strength. Her vision became extremely clear, and she could clearly see the figure walking away.

He was running, desperately running.

Even though his body had just recovered and he was extremely weak, he had the aura of a strong man choking his wrists, without turning his head, he ran as fast as he could.

She knew what he meant.

He was leaving her life and never coming back.

She couldn't help but chuckle and closed her eyes. One after another, the thunder came down, and her mind was awake.

If she wants to live, she must live, immortal, the same age as heaven and earth.

The thunder had split for eighty-one days, and the surrounding area of ​​Lingtan was cut into weeds, and half of Lingtan was absorbed by her, and the last blow finally roared and swooped down!

Sublime opened her eyes abruptly in the thunder, and let the thunder and lightning break her body, something burst out of her mind, and a beam of light shot up from her body!

She opened her eyes in a bright light and saw an avenue. It was waiting for the immortal road, she got up calmly and set foot on the immortal road.

Under the red carpet, someone stretched out an arm and grabbed her dress.

"Save me... Ning'er, save me..."

The voice is old, it is her mother many years ago. Eight hundred years ago, in order to seek longevity, she left her family, traveled thousands of miles, and crossed the ocean, and finally came to the realm of self-cultivation.

Her mother chased her all the way, calling her name, but she never looked back.

Eight hundred years ago, she gave up her family, and naturally she will not ask for it eight hundred years later.

So she slashed the old hands with her sword and walked forward.

The further forward, the more voices lingered, the more hands broke out of the ground, grabbing at her, pulling her, hugging her, wailing and weeping.

In order to gain longevity, she committed countless crimes; in order to seek the Dao, she cut off the common people.

Her face was dull, she slashed these arms with her sword, cut through these phantoms, and finally reached the top of the steps. Just as she was about to step up the steps, she suddenly grabbed her sleeves with both hands.

She didn't want to look back, but she still didn't stop her heart and slowly bowed her head.

Holding her sleeve was a five-year-old child. He wore a black robe with a bun on his head and looked at her seriously.

"You promised me," he said with a cry in his voice, "wait for me to soar together."

Ninghua's heart trembled slightly.

When she promised him that year, she thought it was a child's words. But later, when she knew that he might stay in the world forever, when she heard the sentence "Sublimation, I want to come back" in the sound transmission, she really thought about waiting for him to fly up.

The only time she was shaken, the only time she abandoned the Great Dao, almost exhausted all her cultivation, cut through the barrier set by the Heavenly Dao, and went to pick up someone back. However, when the man came back, he brought another girl with him.

She called her an ant, and she knew it in her heart.

He is a dragon, she is a person, even if he ranks in the immortal class, she will never be the one who can stand by his side.

She begged for longevity in order to become an immortal, and to become immortal was to escape the ant-like fate that was tricked by the heavens and placed under others. However, with the appearance of that girl, Xuan Hua's identity made her realize.

Even if you become an immortal, you will not be able to fulfill such a wish.

It can only become stronger, only to become stronger, to establish a sect, to become famous, to rise to the top, to be ranked in the class of immortals, and then to walk step by step, and finally become a god in this world and compete with the way of heaven.

What about God? With feelings and weaknesses, even ants are inferior.

She thought she had figured it out clearly and that she had never been shaken, but at the moment when the person said "what to do with a grasshopper", she felt dazed and painful from the bottom of her heart.

She looked down at the boy who was looking up at him, and slowly raised her sword.

"You can't stop me." She said hoarsely, "No one can stop me."

Saying that, she pierced the boy's body with a sword.

The golden light burst out violently, the sound of the dragon's roar rose into the sky, the surrounding fairy music lingered, and Ninghua slowly opened his eyes.

Surrounded by the surging water of Lingtan, the surrounding clouds and mist dispersed, and a golden light slowly fell on her body.

This time, she is really going to ascend to immortality.

Her divine sense went to the four directions and saw the young man running wildly, her face was indifferent, and she whispered: "Xuanhua."

Her voice instantly spread throughout the entire cultivation world, the man trembled violently, and then a huge force rushed from behind him. In an instant, the surrounding scene changed, and he appeared in front of Ninghua.

Xuan Hua was trembling, and crawled beside her Lingtan, watching her stand up inch by inch and walk towards him.

The unknown fear engulfed him, he knelt on the ground, the whole body curled up, as she got closer, his breathing became heavier and heavier, when she walked in front of him, he finally collapsed, howling speak out.

"Kill me..." He wailed loudly: "Please, kill me..."

"I've given you everything..." Xuan Hua raised his head, knelt down and moved in front of her, grabbed her sleeve, and raised his head with tears on his face: "I've given you everything! Why can't you? Leave me alone?"

"Xuanhua," Ninghua stared at him and said indifferently, "Don't be sad. Be happier."

As she said that, she raised her hand, and a ray of light entered Xuan Hua's mind. She looked flat and said quietly, "I will not harm you. I will wait for you in the upper realm. Follow my path, Xuan Hua. "

"Established a school, established a reputation, and rose to the top," she looked at Xuan Hua, whose eyes gradually became obsessed in front of her, and whispered: "I'm in the upper realm, waiting for you to come."

When she spoke, countless memories flashed through Xuan Hua's mind. Some had to stay, some died, some suddenly appeared, and some suddenly disappeared. When Ninghua moved his fingers away, Xuanhua's eyes were full of pain.

"Sublimation," he said hoarsely, "don't leave me. I love you, don't leave. You promised me that you would fly with me."

Ninghua smiled slightly, she lowered her body and hugged the person in front of her.

"I said," she said gently: "Whether you meet me, whether you love me or not, is never your choice."

"Xuanhua, take care of Tianjianzong, I will wait for you to ascend."

After speaking, Ninghua turned around and walked towards Dengxian Road without hesitation. Xuan Hua knelt on the ground, he wanted to catch up, but there was a kind of inner fear that suppressed his movements.

He watched the woman walk towards the cloud step by step until everything disappeared, and he finally said hoarsely: "I listen to you... Ninghua, don't worry, I listen to you."

Saying that, he stumbled down the mountain.

Wind and snow.

Su Qingyi stood silently behind him, watching him stumble down the mountain, listening to the system: "Host, you already know the location of Lingtan, why don't you leave?"

"Okay." Su Qingyi nodded, pulled away from countless memories, turned and walked towards the door that came from. After walking out of the gate, Su Qingyi looked at the palace covered with seals. After a long time, she couldn't help but ask, "System, have I broken these seals?"

Should he be reminded of these cruel pasts, or should he just think he loves someone deeply?

She stood in front of the palace and didn't get an answer for a long time. However, after a while, she saw that the entire palace trembled, and Xuan Hua's sea of ​​consciousness heard a cry of a dragon like a cry.

He is in pain.

Su Qingyi thought.

A person's life shapes his character and soul, and determines his future choices. Falsifying a person's memory is the equivalent of distorting his choices alive.

It's like sealing the real self in a corner, being driven to complete other decisions and move towards another life.

If it was Xuan Hua with real memories, would he be so zealously defending the Heavenly Sword Sect that he would make Heavenly Sword Sect the No. 1 sect even at the cost of training his veins with people? If it was the real Xuanhua, would he be indifferent when he saw Qin Zichen? If it was the real Xuanhua, would she have seen her in a desperate situation back then and remained silent?

Xuanhua's life is extremely contradictory.

On the one hand, he has done all the bad things, and on the other hand, he is extremely regretful and guilty. Would he choose to do these bad things if he didn't have the memory of the love that was almost engraved in his bones?

The question lingered in Su Qingyi's mind, but the moment she heard the cry of Longyin, Su Qingyi suddenly found out.

No need to ask.

The crying Long Yin had already told Su Qingyi the answer. This is a man who, even if he just unintentionally harmed his friends, still wants to dig out the essence of the pill and return it, how could he do such a cruel thing by using people to train his pulse?

She pursed her lips, raised her hand, and began to quickly draw the talisman. The talisman flew towards the talisman on the palace, and the entire palace trembled. When Su Qingyi felt that the timing was about right, she slammed her spiritual power towards the palace, and the palace suddenly exploded, and Su Qingyi got out of Xuan Hua's mind in that moment!

As soon as she returned to her body, she sat up suddenly and fell into someone's arms.

The familiar scent lingered on the tip of her nose. Su Qingyi was hugged tightly by the other party and heard the other party say, "I'm finally back."

Su Qingyi nodded and hugged Qin Zichen. Yun Xuzi just came in with a bowl of chicken soup. When he saw this scene, he stomped his feet and said, "Oh, I'm blind! Why don't you talk for a day?"

"Stop talking," Su Qingyi smelled the aroma of chicken soup, pushed Qin Zichen away, turned to Yun Xuzi and said, "Bring me the soup and give me a drink, I have important news to say."

"Come here," Yun Xuzi rushed to Su Qingyi, gave the soup to Su Qingyi, and said earnestly, "Where do you say the location is, let's hurry up."

"First of all, I want to say the first thing, this person, Ninghua, is a fucking bitch!!"

Su Qingyi drank the soup in one gulp, wiped her mouth, and quickly started spraying. After he finished talking about what he had seen in Xuanhua's memory, Qin Zichen poured her tea during the process, and after taking a sip, she continued to lie in Qin Zichen's arms and spray. After spraying, Yun Xuzi was silent for a while, and after a long time, he finally said: "Although this is the founder of the mountain, I still have to say..."

"What a fucking bitch!" He and Su Qingyi said in unison.

Qin Zichen frowned at Su Qingyi's back, and said indifferently, "Don't keep swearing."

Su Qingyi: "..."

What should do if feel husband is getting more and more aggressive?

The three were full of righteous indignation and crusade against Ninghua, and Xuanhua slowly opened his eyes. The moment he opened his eyes, the three of them noticed it, shut up quickly, and looked at Xuan Hua who was lying down.

Xuan Hua didn't speak, he quietly looked at the top of the bed, Yun Xuzi was a little scared, he stepped forward cautiously and said, "Old Ancestor... Are you alright?"

Xuan Hua didn't say anything, Qin Zichen seemed to understand something, stood up and said, "Let's go out."

After saying that, he got up and pulled Su Qingyi out, and Yun Xuzi looked at Qin Zichen who was walking out, and followed him out. Before going out, he carefully closed the door, then trotted downstairs, and was about to ask Qin Zichen what to do when the three heard a sudden burst of sobbing upstairs, which was quickly suppressed by others.

Su Qingyi, who watched Xuanhua grow up, couldn't help feeling a little dull. Qin Zichen took her hand and patted her, "It's alright."

In the evening, Qin Zichen and Su Qingyi went to the kitchen to cook. Qin Zichen was still a mortal, so everyone followed his request to eat. While Su Qingyi was casually stirring the dishes in the pot, Qin Zichen cut the meat and asked her, "Are you still sad?"

"I just don't know..." Su Qingyi slammed the spatula and said angrily, "How can there be such a disgusting person in this world?"

"There are all kinds of people in this world." Qin Zichen said indifferently, "You are not enough."

"I just think..." Su Qingyi was a little worried: "Ancestor Xuanhua...how can I get through this hurdle?"

With such a long and lasting millennia of despair and hurt, everyone has long since collapsed.

Even Xuan Hua is afraid that he has already collapsed.

"Is this way of heaven fair?" Su Qingyi looked up at Qin Zichen, a little dazed: "Even someone like Ninghua can soar... Is this way of heaven still fair?"

"How do you know that she has soared?" Qin Zichen's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness: "A person like this can also soar?"

Su Qingyi was stunned for a moment, recalling the appearance of Sublime Hua last seen by Xuan Hua, she slowly climbed the Dengxian Road, and then disappeared into the clouds. After walking down the road to immortality, is it the immortality?

She couldn't think about it any longer, Qin Zichen sighed, walked to her place, and started to stir fry the dishes in the pot instead of her. Only then did Su Qingyi regain her senses, and shouted, "It's a mess!"

Qin Zichen was a little helpless: "I know."

Qin Zichen was clumsily stirring the dishes in the pot, while Su Qingyi quietly looked at his still scarred face.

His injury has improved a lot under the effect of the last medicine, and he can already see his handsome appearance. His eyes were calm and calm, looking at the pot quietly, without the slightest shyness and inferiority.

I don't know when the transformation happened. He seems to have an invisible power from the inside out.

Qin Zichen in the past needed his sword to support him, but now Qin Zichen seems to finally have himself.

A man who has his own is undoubtedly very attractive. Even though there are scars on his face, people can't help but feel that he is so dazzling.

Su Qingyi stared at him blankly, Qin Zichen put the dishes in the pot on the plate, finally noticed her gaze, and touched his face a little puzzled: "Dirty?"

"No." Su Qingyi grinned and said, "I just think you are very good-looking."

Qin Zichen smiled, his eyes were full of doting, he turned around and put the vegetables on the table, untied his apron from his body, and walked out with two plates of vegetables, saying as he walked: "Bring the vegetables out, call They have eaten."

"Zichen!" Su Qingyi couldn't help but stop him, Qin Zichen stopped and looked back at her. Su Qingyi stared blankly at the person in front of her, and in the suspicious eyes of the other person, she finally hesitated for a long time: "If...if you were like this all your life, you...would you still leave me?"

If it was in the past, she probably wouldn't have dared to ask this question.

Because she didn't need to think about it, she also understood that in Qin Zichen's heart, he would not tolerate such a self and stay by her side.

From the bottom of his heart, he felt that he was weak, how many conditions should a relationship match, and he was worried that he would be abandoned.

His weakness and inferiority are etched in his bones.

She hated him, but she couldn't change it. She could only see him break out at critical moments time and time again.

However, on this very ordinary afternoon, she didn't know where she got the courage to ask this sentence.

But as soon as the words came out, she felt a little regretful, afraid that the other party would say the answer she had already guessed, and hurriedly said: "Forget it, don't answer me. I..."

"so be it."

Qin Zichen smiled calmly, as if he knew Su Qingyi's panic, and said indifferently: "If I have always been like this, then so be it. You become an immortal, I will reincarnate, you will come to me forever, and I will love you forever. We are not saying Okay?"

Hearing this answer, Su Qingyi was stunned, Qin Zichen walked back to the kitchen and put the plate on the table.

"I thought...I thought..."

Su Qingyi was a little flustered, unable to speak.

She thought that when he said these words, he lied to her.

Seemingly knowing what Su Qingyi was thinking, Qin Zichen smiled, bent down slightly, and kissed her on the face.

"I did not lie to you."

His eyes were parallel to hers, and his black eyes were full of seriousness: "I really feel that there will never be another person in this world who can treat you better than me."

"Whether I am a mortal or a sword immortal, as a husband, Qingyi," his eyes were full of firmness: "I think I can do well. Whether I am worthy of your love, and whether I can be successful Xian, it doesn't matter whether I look good or not."

Hearing these words, Su Qingyi couldn't help but laugh. She raised her hand around his neck and hugged him.

"Zichen," she said in a hoarse voice, "I waited for you to become such a person for hundreds of years."

"I'm sorry," Qin Zichen said with a smile in his voice, "I kept you waiting for a long time."

"How did you understand..." Su Qingyi buried her head in his chest: "I've said it for so many years, but you haven't understood it, why now..."

Before she finished speaking, Qin Zichen understood. He looked down at the waist-length hair behind the girl, and murmured softly, "Because you love me."

"Whenever, no matter what I look like, you love me."

You, who are so excellent, have always insisted on loving me, what reason do I have not to love myself?

I'm fine, I don't know. Thank you for letting me know that I am so good.

"Zichen, I really love you." Su Qingyi blurted out, she didn't want to say it, but for some unknown reason, she suddenly had an extremely urgent urge to recognize his words.

So she kept repeating, "Really, really, I love you very much."

"I know." Qin Zichen's heart almost turned into water, and he wanted to hug the girl on the spot, but reason stopped him, he said gently: "The food is cold, let them eat."

The two entered the dining room with their meals, and Xuan Hua and Yun Xuzi were sitting and talking. When Qin Zichen walked in, Xuanhua stared blankly at his face. After Qin Zichen was seated, he slowly said, "Where's your mother?"

"I brought him back from Daoist Qin Shulan," Yun Xuzi hurriedly added: "At that time, I was wandering outside, and I happened to meet Daoist Qin who was dying. Daoist Qin handed him over to me, and I saw his skeleton. Jingqi, I brought it back."

"Qin Shulan is Qin Shuwen's younger brother. People from the Confucian sect have nothing to do with the family since they entered the school. They focus on cultivating their hearts, and do not borrow foreign objects or ask about world affairs. The disciples in the sect cannot interfere with the outside world until they ascend. It seems that Later, Qin Shuwen handed you over to his younger brother to raise you."

Qin Zichen listened quietly to Xuan Hua and Yun Xuzi discussing his parents, and didn't feel anything. After all, he was a man in his twenties who suddenly came to this world, so naturally he would not have much affection for such a sudden appearance of parents. What's more, it's not a definitive parent yet.

Xuanhua was very concerned about Qin Feng, and sighed: "I have to go to the Confucian Sect..."

"Confucianism..." Yun Xuzi was a little embarrassed: "Although Confucianism has always stood among the top ten sects in the world of self-cultivation, no one has ever known where this sect is. Only their disciples are looking for us, we are looking for them... "

Is it difficult?

For the rest, Yun Xuzi didn't speak. Qin Zichen shook his head, but said, "Ancestor, I don't think the top priority is not to go back to find Mrs. Qin first..."

"Your mother." Xuan Hua corrected him. Qin Zichen frowned: "I just look like Senior Qin Feng, but I don't have the so-called Yuan Dan, and I don't have dragon marrow. It seems a bit arbitrary to conclude that I am the descendant of Senior Qin?"

"Don't be arbitrary," Su Qingyi interrupted the group of people whose thoughts diverged indefinitely: "You will know when you go to Lingtan. Now our top priority is to go to Lingtan."

"Don't think too much about other things," Su Qingyi glanced at everyone: "There is nothing more important than restoring Zichen now."

"Yes." Qin Zichen said lightly, Su Qingyi looked over in surprise, but saw that the other side did not change his color, and spoke slowly

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