Chapter 2198 Story

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  Fang Yourong handled things well, and settled the residences of Chuci's guests. It was already midnight, and when she passed Cangshan, she flew down. In fact, she was more like a special visitor.

  She put the sword light on the top of the cliff in the corner of the pavilion, standing cross-legged and holding the cat on the edge of the Qin Yu, who was sitting on the top of the cliff with the snow and wind blowing against the moon.

   "I thought I would see an empty wine bottle."

  Fang Yourong's words made Qin Yu turn his head, the wind was a little cool, and the hair was blowing. The hair brushed the corner of this little junior girl's eyes, giving the sun-moon-quenched eyes a sense of fluidity and tranquility.

  It is like a stream of water gurgling across the mountains and old streams.

   "Is that elder sister disappointed?"

   "Well, it's better than nothing."

  People who don’t even want to drink alcohol have unsolved pain in their hearts.

  Qin Yu knew what Fang Yourong was thinking, so he sighed and sighed, and then gathered Fat Jiao who was dozing heavily in his arms, played with his fluff with his fingers, and whispered: "When time and space were back, I found them two."

   Fang Yourong was silent, waiting for her to continue.

   "Well, Senior Zhou, he doesn't look back, saying that he originally wanted to finish the main business of the sect and settle the business happily."

   "Sister, do you know his business? This bad old man just didn't tell me, and even disliked me."

  Fang Yourong stuck his sword in the snow, with his hands around his chest, standing at one end and whistling in the wind, but his voice was very steady and long.

  "The mistakes he made in his life are probably related to only two people, one is his junior and the other is his wife."

  Qin Yu: "It doesn't sound like his fault, at least Chen Hu is not."

  Fang Yourong: "In fact, neither of them."

  How sharp is Qin Yu's mind, the nine turns of honeycomb briquettes have a heart, and he immediately jumped out, "Ah, his wife is also a magic repair?"

Fang Yourong's silence is confession.

  Qin Yu's mouth slumped, and it took a long time before he spit out: "This old man has fallen blood mold."

  Old man, old man or something, after all, Zhou Xuanqing is her master, Fang Yourong glanced at Qin Yu and told some stories about Zhou Xuanqing.

Fang Yourong is not a person who is good at lyricism, nor is she good at literary rhetoric like Chu Ci. Her literary cultivation is basically precipitated in years of handling official duties, and her words are naturally concise and concise, so the old things she described to Qin Yu about Zhou Xuanqing are very good. It's simple, but Qin Yu's thoughts are meticulous, and his emotions are delicate, as if through this simple story, his eyes are far away and he falls outside the Wuque Mountain Gate.

At that time, with green hills and green waters and long mountain steps, a young and a half young Qingjun slowly ascended the steps on the mountain road. After putting his arms around, he dragged a boy who was several years younger. The boy was sick and weak. Unbearable, he breathed weakly on the young man’s back, and his head was weak on the young man’s shoulders. It was probably a gust of mountain breeze before he opened his eyes and saw the majestic and beautiful mountain scenery. There is also some fear and anxiety.

   "Brother Zhou, let me down."

   "It's okay, you are uncomfortable, sleep for a while."

"But..."

The boy is still tired after all. I won’t say anything about it. I just observe the surroundings. Such a good place is very different from the poverty in my hometown before, but the boy is very upset and always feels unreal, so he is here. When I was most sleepy, he murmured, "Brother, will we separate?"

  He thought he would get an answer soon, but no, he didn’t seem to be gone, because the scenery was fixed.

  The boy struggled to open his eyelids, raised his head hard, and saw the top of the steps. . . At the top of the line of sight, the mountain mist was glowing with the astringent and light bitter fragrance of the forest. In a vague way, he saw a girl carrying a lamp that drives away the mountain mist, and the light also looked soft and moving in the day.

  I just can’t see the shadow clearly.

  But can hear the sound.

   "Zhou Xuanqing, is Chen Hu? Can you still go?"

  She said this, but she was like a smart and lively little blue bird, carrying a lamp, happily walking down the stairs and approaching them.

  The fog is getting lighter and lighter.

  He felt his brother's breathing farther and farther.

  Chen Hu lowered his head, at that moment, he suddenly wanted to cry.

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  “Sometimes, the degeneration of people’s hearts in this world is not because of not being able to get them, but because of some gradual loss.”

  Not getting it will make people unsatisfied.

The absence of    makes people fearful and resentful.

   So he became a demon, killed another demon, fulfilled the inner resentment and jealousy, thinking that this would make up for the lack.

  But not.

  Never can.

   "These things you said... I didn't understand Old Man Zhou, but now I understand."

  Fang Yourong nodded lightly and said in a simple way: "The boy back then and Chen Hu today never thought that he was never the only one missing. Senior Zhou... he may not have regretted it."

  Whether he fell in love with a witch, whether it was because he fell in love with this witch and was deceived by her, or indirectly affected his brother, the demon he loved since childhood, he never expressed his heart.

  The pain that settled in the depths of his soul split his soul into two people.

   "So he later learned that the wife Chen Hu killed was a witch, no wonder he didn't kill Chen Hu... But even if he didn't know it, maybe he wouldn't kill it."

  Fang Yourong: "Hate is hate, and pain is pain."

  Qin Yu felt this emotion very much, so he lowered his eyes, but didn’t show it, and only asked, “What is Chen Hu now?”

  Fang Yourong glanced at the direction of Tianlao.

  She has checked the inside and outside of Wuju, and now the sect is under her control, it is natural to understand the reality of the sky prison.

   "Dead, the body is ashes, in the stove."

  So I still killed it?

  Qin Yu rarely made a mistake in his judgment, but he suddenly laughed.

  "It’s no wonder that he is going to serve his sentence in the underworld, for fear that it is for Chen Hu and his wife to wash the reincarnation."

   Zhou Xuanqing has the great merit of saving the heavenly world, but for that, he is also willing to suffer punishment in the underworld.

  The offsetting of merit and the guilt of punishment are two different things.

  Qin Yu and Fang Yourong both deeply understood this matter, and they didn't say much, but they felt the same thing in their hearts.

   "The harder people are, probably because the only soft-heartedness is left to very few people."

  So, what outsiders saw was only ruthless and vicious.

  For example, Zhou Xuanqing, for example. . .

   "I don't know if Grandma Grandma is such a person."

  Qin Yu rarely asks about the past of Fei Chuan and Xie Ting Yongxue, and other people don’t dare to explore it. Do you think people like Chu Ci have considered these two stories before and after?

no.

   is just because I sensed that it was an inviolable Nilin, so I didn’t dare to offend it.

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  Ancient Shu is the first place where human civilization was born in the Tianzang world. It is classical, graceful, refined, with a somewhat precipitated charm and unconcealable decadence of the times.

  If it's too long, it's hard to hide the lifelessness.

  Ten thousand years, Xie Ting Yongxue came here for the first time, but everything here is exactly the same as ten thousand years ago.

  A street, some roads, some trees, some flowers.

She walked on the path, and entered through the shadow of the green bamboo Chuo Chuo. There was a light rain in the middle. From the fragrant opening of the flower cluster, she already had a brownish oil paper umbrella in hand. Xiaoqiao, she paused on the bridge and glanced at the third floor of a building on the opposite side of the bridge.

  (End of this chapter)