The mountain fog gradually thickened, gathered, and even the wind seemed to be trapped, and the precipitation pressed Qingyin. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"No, it's not like that, I ...... I've always wanted to come back, I've always wanted to. ”

No one knows how much she wishes to have a family as an orphan. The Zhang family on earth gave her father, mother and sister, and gave her a life full of love and health.

And the Zhang family here gave her father and sister and her brother and sister, and gave her a happy childhood.

The two families put together her whole life.

Every family member she cherishes so much. But everyone, she didn't have time to repay them, so she left them.

The son wants to raise but the relatives are not there, these words are thousands of sharp blades piercing the heart!

She left the earth because of her sudden death, irresistible, and here, too, she resisted and did not want to leave this home.

But why did she still leave? In addition to the half-coaxing and half-threatening of her family, it was just because she was also tempted by the word immortal.

At that time, although she didn't know anything about the immortal cultivation world, she also knew from the spirit tester's demeanor and words that her qualifications were very good.

As long as she can become an immortal, she may see her family in her previous life again. She's greedy.

She thought that everything was in time, as long as she learned to fly away like those immortals, she would have time to come back, and she would have time to pick up her family in this world, and she would have time to pick up that person.

It's just that everything ended so suddenly, so tragically!

Qingyin was pressed lower and lower by the thick fog, and the ground that she had never been able to touch, but now she stepped on a deep imprint.

The body became heavier and heavier, and even the words that came out of his mouth were pressed down: "I really, really hope that on that day, I will be by your side." ”

"Liar!"

"You only have yourself in your heart!"

"You're even glad you weren't there that day, or you'd have to die!"

Leng Wei's voice became extremely sharp, and Qing Yin raised his lowered head and struggled to spit out two words: "No!"

She didn't come back as soon as she succeeded in building the foundation because she wanted to take her family to Tianding Sect! She hoped that her father and mother could live a long and healthy life like the mortals on the Childish Bird Peak!

She worked tirelessly to condense spells, in order to have the power to protect herself! She did everything possible to accumulate spirit stones, in order to buy a spaceship!

When she went out when she packed up all kinds of tonic elixirs used by mortals, she even thought that if they didn't want to leave, she would stay, and with these tonic elixirs, at least, she could stay with her family for decades.

However, everything was told to her in that tragic way, and she was too late......

"Isn't it?" The shrill voice suddenly calmed down, but the silent mountain village suddenly sounded a whining wail.

Qingyin's eyes flickered, and a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl stood in front of her, her skin was white and crystalline, and her facial features were small and exquisite. Qingyin blurted out and exclaimed: "Wuya!"

Wuya is sandwiched between the youngest son of Siwa and the young girl Qingyin, the one who is always inadvertently ignored. Qingyin has a twenty-eight-year-old soul, and can naturally understand the occasional loss in the little girl's eyes.

Before leaving, she took care of her emotions as much as possible, and after leaving, she still laughed alone, and Wuya finally became the youngest in the family.

In the whimpering sound all around, the eyes of the person in front of him were like a secluded well, staring at Qing Yin: "I'm not Wuya, I'm Wuya's daughter." ”

"My mother always tells me your story, your good. ”

"At the moment before her death, my mother was still complaining that you had no family in your heart, and several people who walked with you went home. You, no. ”

"You cultivate immortals, but you don't know anything, you can't save anything, what kind of immortals are you cultivating, and what's the use of cultivating immortals?"

Qing Yin fell into this person's well-like eyes, and saw the illusion that had been in the secret realm of the Sumeru Sect.

If she doesn't leave and doesn't cultivate immortals, then everything will be true. She will have a happy life, get married and have children. She will use the wisdom of the two lives to make her family live a better life than in the fantasy world. Is she really wrong?

She has lived a nearly claustrophobic life for more than ten years, and when she has the ability to take care of her family, she has become a loner again. If she is given endless longevity, she is still just an orphan, an orphan who squats lonely in the corner and doesn't know where the road is.

What is the difference between cultivating and not cultivating immortals?

Qingyin's feet had been submerged in the ground before she knew it.

If she can't break free from the knot, she will be swallowed up by the illusion in her unconsciousness.

An extremely faint fragrance wafted in, so faint that it seemed to be gone without a trace in the next moment. But it was extremely stubborn, hovering in front of Qingyin and refusing to leave.

Qing Yin couldn't hear it, her five senses had been sealed, and the dirt was no longer up to her knees.

It was as if there was a soft sigh, like a light reproach, like love, sounding in her bun.

The illusion seemed to be aware of it, and the pressure suddenly increased, and the fragrance almost dissipated in an instant, leaving only a faint green light, which stubbornly condensed on the tip of Qingyin's nose.

Just this point brought back Qingyin's sense of smell, as if she was suddenly in the middle of a jungle and mountains, her nose was full of the purity and freshness of trees and flowers.

There seemed to be a wind, caressing her closed eyes, gentle but persistent, like a naughty child, waking up her companion who was pretending to be asleep, and he must open his eyes and look at the time outside.

The tickling touch reached Qingyin's heart, and she opened her eyes.

Rows of towering, majestic trees crashed into her eyes.

The wind was strong, and the sky seemed to be raining green.

Countless leaves linger on the ground, as if unwilling to leave their roots, and eventually turn into dry mud, melt into the ground, and then grow on another branch.

Some roll with the wind, play with the wind, flutter and fall, but never stop. As they passed by Qing Yin's side, they whirled, as if silently inviting her to see where the children who had left home were going.

Qingyin involuntarily broke free from the restraints under his feet and flew out of the jungle with them.

Passing by the quietly flowing streams, some of them float into the water, and slowly dissolve into intangibles, merging into countless droplets, circling around, and then infiltrating the ground where they once stayed.

Maybe the tree where they used to be has withered, but it still has roots, there are still buds, and their infiltration is hope, that is, new life.

It turns out that some misses are not fault.

It was not wrong for her to choose a broader world, and now, she can only find a way back if she flies higher, farther, and sees more changes in the world.

Where the heart goes, where the road is.

She can't cultivate to the point of forgetting her feelings, these people, these feelings, she cherishes them, and she will never forget them. She believes that as long as she continues to practice, one day, she will find the way to give back.

The illusion was broken when Qingyin's feet left the ground, but she was immersed in her feelings, not knowing that Hei Feng was turning her head and rubbing the hem of her clothes, although Xiao Yi was silent, she was angry and anxious in her heart:

"This dead woman is really a good hand at adding chaos!