Xie Xiaoman looked at the person in front of him, the tea in front of him, and was speechless for a while.

Speechlessness is not aphasia, her heart is full of questions, but she doesn't know how to ask. There were too many scruples that appeared in front of her inexplicably, and then she suddenly remembered that the person in front of her actually knew very little.

Even if he helped him enter the Congyuan General Courtyard and pointed out a path for himself, but who is he Chu Qingfeng? Who is it? Can you really trust it?

Besides, now that even her own body is difficult to trust, and the power that appeared inexplicably has made her too jealous.

That's not yourself.

No matter what else happened, no matter the reason for the appearance of this aura in her body, Xie Xiaoman at least knew about it - it was not herself.

"You're scared, aren't you?"

Chu Qingfeng suddenly spoke, Xie Xiaoman was slightly startled, and came back to his senses from a mess of thoughts.

She has an inexplicable sense of closeness to Chu Qingfeng, not only because of the original help, but also because whenever he speaks, it is like a breeze in his arms, which is really peaceful.

It's just that...... Afraid?

Xie Xiaoman smiled bitterly and rubbed his nose, unable to tell whether he should shake his head or nod.

"Probably somewhat." She stared into his eyes, "Do you know something?" ”

Chu Qingfeng did not answer.

Xie Xiaoman's afterglow caught a glimpse of the figure outside the door of Qingfeng Pavilion, it was Huang Yixing, the person who used to be polite to her, was now standing there with his arms crossed, looking at him with scrutinizing eyes.

She saw the knife on Huang Yixing's waist, and even felt Huang Yixing's hostility with the wind, and couldn't help laughing.

"They're so nervous." Chu Qingfeng tilted his head slightly, and laughed along, "Actually, you don't have to." ”

So he waved his hand and didn't look back.

Chu Qingfeng had his back to the gate, but he could sense everything behind him, and his expression was light.

Huang Yixing seemed a little uneasy, but he couldn't disobey the order, so he had to bow down with a black face. Walk away.

"Who the hell are you?" Xie Xiaoman sighed slightly, "A person who doesn't know how to cultivate, but he knows that from the General Academy, there is such a group of people who are not low in cultivation behind him as guards. Could it be said. Are you the young master of the family in those waste wood-flow novels? Are you the protagonist of this scene? ”

This is not a joke, the more he experiences, the more Xie Xiaoman feels that everything around him is too complicated and illusory, too unreal.

Since the last time I was here, I had a long talk with Chu Qingfeng. Xie Xiaoman comprehended the world, although it was not very thorough, but a sense of powerlessness occupied her heart more and more.

She is not a determined, almost reckless person like Xu Zhefeng. She is nothing more than an ordinary little person, who has lived an ordinary life since she was a child.

Even when she embarked on the path of cultivation, she simply wanted to try something new. It's like seeing a fruit on the market that he has never seen before, Xie Xiaoman will buy it back and try it, and that's it.

For her, cultivation is indeed just that.

Because of his practice, he was involved in the mess of Master Guo Pu's sect. This was something Xie Xiaoman didn't expect, but she could still bear it.

But now, Fang Cai, that scene really surpassed Xie Xiaoman's bottom line, the aftertaste of transcendent everything is still flowing in her bones, and the faint godhead still makes her heart palpitate.

Yes, there are palpitations.

Not joy, not revelry, not enjoyment. It's simple, fear and rejection.

That's not her.

She is the simplest and most thorough person, who should live a life of leisure and leisure. She never enjoys the flattery of others, and she does not enjoy the smuggling of others. Where can I stand anything to sit high between heaven and earth, and be worshiped by thousands of people?

She does not have the aura of the protagonist in her life, and naturally she does not have the ability to assume the godhead.

"My father's cultivation, I'm just a chicken dog ascending to heaven." Chu Qingfeng's answer was the same as his person, like a fresh breeze.

Xie Xiaoman looked out of Xiao Xuan's window, where there was a tea shop. There is a second floor in the tea shop, and Huang Yixing is drinking tea inside.

"Your father must have been a great man." Xie Xiaoman said sincerely.

Chu Qingfeng smiled slightly and did not speak.

"I won't lie to you, what happened to you is not the only one in the world, but it seems that because you have stepped into cultivation, things seem to be exaggerated." Chu Qingfeng said.

Xie Xiaoman scratched his ears: "You mean, I'm not the only one in this world." You're telling me this to reassure me? ”

Chu Qingfeng looked at Xie Xiaoman's eyes and fell into thought: "I don't know, there are some things that should be told to you." ”

The nervous tension reached a certain level, but Xie Xiaoman became more and more relaxed, and the whole person changed from a kneeling posture to a cross-legged posture, and even supported his right leg and put his right hand on his head.

In such a posture, men may look bold and uninhibited, but women may look a little indecent when they do it.

Indecent, indeed.

"I kind of see what you mean." Xie Xiaoman laughed back, "Your current state is similar to a doctor who wants to pronounce someone else's death sentence." Don't grind, just tell me, how long do I have to live? ”

Chu Qingfeng looked at her posture and was not moved, and his voice was still faint: "If it were according to what I know, you should have died a long time ago." ”

"But I'm alive, does that mean anything?"

"It may be, it may not, I know, it's limited."

"You don't do a good job as a doctor, you don't even have an estimated survival time, how can people live." Xie Xiaoman laughed, looking a little weak after all.

Her face was very pale, and even if she had said so much before, she was a girl of less than twenty years old, and although she had seen many landscapes, she was still nostalgic for her youth.

"Actually, I'm scared of death." Xie Xiaoman sighed, his voice was like nothing.

"Everybody's scared to death." Chu Qingfeng's voice was steady.

Xie Xiaoman was silent for a while, his mind was empty, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

My mind is like a chaos, everything is sticky and sticky, I can't tell the truth from the false, I can't tell the past from the future.

Xie Xiaoman stretched out his hands, held them in front of his eyes, and laughed dryly: "Look, my hands can't stop shaking." I thought I wouldn't be too scared, but it turned out to be like this. Isn't it ridiculous? ”

Chu Qingfeng sighed silently: "Who is not afraid of such a thing as the death of life." ”

"Life and death with a sword, generosity and heroism, after all, it is very difficult and difficult to do." Xie Xiaoman couldn't help but laugh when he heard his voice trembling.

"You know," Chu Qingfeng pushed the wheelchair over, bypassed the desk in front of him, and came to Xie Xiaoman, his eyes were deep, "I was also said to be certain to die, and now, it's not bad if I'm not alive?" ”

Xie Xiaoman raised his head, looked at him lightly, opened his mouth, and did not speak.

"Since you are cultivating immortals, you should understand a very superficial truth." Chu Qingfeng's voice seemed to have magical power, penetrating straight into Xie Xiaoman's mind, and he kept thinking about it, "My life is up to me. This is a superficial and vulgar truth, but it is also the most difficult and useful truth in the world. ”

The wind chimes ring softly and soundly.

"I know the smell of fear, and I know the smell of death, and I know that when all this is first laid out in front of me, it is always very daunting. It's a wonderful feeling, you don't know when you're going to die, if it's the next moment, if it's the next year. In the first days, you suddenly think of a lot of things that need to be done, but when you think about it deeply, you find that all these things are unimportant and don't need to be done, and then you fall into a deep sense of nothingness. But it doesn't matter, if you don't die, this feeling will fade after all. Chu Qingfeng's voice was very light, as if he was telling someone else's story.

"If you're lucky, you'll die instantly, and you won't need to taste these tortured things. But if you are unfortunate, like me, you will still live in fear of death, for a year, two years, ten years, twenty years, as long as you continue to live, you will always taste this taste. But luckily, eventually you will get used to it, people are a very interesting thing, and as long as death has not come, everything will be slowly used to it. As for this, whether it is lucky or unlucky, I can't say. ”

Xie Xiaoman looked at him, his thoughts were scattered, and finally turned into a pool of spring water.

"Isn't there a day of detachment?" She asked.

"Maybe there is, maybe not." Chu Qingfeng smiled slightly, "Get used to it, it's fine." ”

Xie Xiaoman looked at the tea in front of him, there was a tea leaf that was sometimes comfortable and sometimes rolled, still churning up and down with the water waves, unable to control his ups and downs.

"Isn't habit a kind of resignation?" Xie Xiaoman spoke again, she still lowered her head, staring at the tea, looking a little stubborn.

"If you don't want to accept your fate, the easiest way is to kill yourself now." Chu Qingfeng chuckled lightly, smiling very chic and beautiful.

Xie Xiaoman was silent, she had to admit that this was indeed a good method.

It's just that she's too timid to do such a thing.

She looked back at her hands, which were no longer shaking.

Chu Qingfeng is right, habit is indeed the greatest salvation in the world, but at the same time, it is also the most terrifying existence in the world.

"I suddenly realized that I was now a Schrödinger's cat, in a critical state of neither life nor death." Xie Xiaoman suddenly laughed and spread his hands.

Chu Qingfeng thought for a moment: "I don't quite understand what you mean. But it seems to me that you are alive now, and you don't smell of corpses. ”

"I'm going to go home and sleep and think about it." Xie Xiaoman stood up, his body was still a little weak, but his hands and feet were no longer as cold as Fang Cai.

The wind chimes ring softly, and the sound in the ears is very beautiful and calming.

"That's it, I'll treat you to tea then." She said, "Your tea at this time is really unpalatable, I know some rough roasting methods, if you and I are unfortunate to be alive by then, I will invite you to drink it." (To be continued.) )