Miyagi was so large that they entered from the northwest corner, with the Imperial Garden in front.

It was already completely dark, and the Imperial Garden might be sparse with flowers and trees during the day, and the scenery was beautiful. But at night it seemed completely different, and the bushes were black and swarthy like monsters lying on the side of the road. The pavilions and pavilions seem lonely and silent in the night, as if they have witnessed countless years and secrets.

Elder Cao asked Fang Zhenren in a low voice, "I heard that you have been to the palace before?" ”

Fang Zhenren said briefly: "That was decades ago. ”

"That wasn't the case at the Imperial Palace, was it?"

Fang Zhenren paused for a moment before saying: "In the palace, it is said that there is a true dragon qi, but the popularity is mixed, the imperial capital of several dynasties, the resentment and killing qi in the palace are too heavy, and it is very inappropriate for cultivators." ”

Since the accident in Xiuyuan Mountain, Fang Zhenren's changes are obvious to everyone. He became unusually silent, and the person who was usually good at dancing and polite in his long sleeves had now become so indifferent, and even sometimes Qiuqiu felt that his eyes were full of despair and gloom. This kind of gaze made her feel frightened.

She couldn't let go of the real person because of the suffering that Master had suffered.

When Master was at his most difficult, Fang Zhenren turned away instead, standing by and watching her plight. Not to mention that there is love between the two, even if they are ordinary friends, they should reach out to help.

When Master was still there, he didn't say anything. Now that the Master is gone, no matter what he says or does, it is useless.

They walked through the Imperial Garden, through the heavy palace chambers.

After the emperor's death, the sons fought endlessly, and no one even wanted to bury the father. The emperor has been resting in the side hall of his former dormitory, and only two old eunuchs are still guarding here. When he was alive, he must have responded to every call, and no one in the world dared to disobey. But now no one cares about a dead emperor who is no longer worthless.

Elder Cao rolled down his sleeves, beckoned Shi'er and said, "Peak Master, let's go in and take a look, this emperor is said to have died of a violent illness, and some people say that he was murdered, let's see what he gave his life for." ”

Shi'er turned to Qiuqiu and said, "Don't go in yet, wait for me here." ”

Qiuqiu also had no interest in an emperor who had been dead for several days, and the corpse was definitely not well preserved, and the pungent smell could be smelled at the entrance of the hall.

She nodded.

Elder Cao and Shi'er walked into the side hall, leaving Qiuqiu, Guan Wei, Fang Zhenren and two disciples waiting at the entrance of the hall.

The whole Miyagi was a little quiet, there were no voices, not even the sounds of insects and birds. The high walls of the palace blocked the wind and trapped the place tightly.

There was no moon tonight, and the stars could be faintly seen in the sky, faintly and sparsely scattered in the distant sky.

The entire Forbidden Palace, no, the entire capital, is full of a dead air of the end times. The people here have completely lost hope.

"What are you thinking?"

Qiuqiu turned her head and glanced at Guan Wei.

He was dressed in black, almost blending in with the night, but his eyes were shining.

Qiuqiu was a little grateful to him for speaking out.

Guan Wei is a person who doesn't like to talk, but at this time, Qiuqiu feels that it is a good thing that there is someone who can talk, so that she does not have to immerse herself in her own thoughts.

"I'm thinking about ......" Qiuqiu paused for a moment and sorted out the thoughts in his heart: "The world treats us as immortals, but what we can do is actually very limited. It can neither bring the dead back to life, nor turn the tide. What exactly are we cultivating for? ”

Guan Wei didn't expect her to say such a sentence.

He had thought that she might be struggling with the killings she had seen earlier, or she might be thinking about what was happening in the capital.

Why Practice?

Guan Wei thought about this problem when he was very young.

At that time, he did not hesitate to say the answer, just like the master, for the sake of kendo.

Born for the sword, died for the sword.

Qiuqiu didn't expect Guan Wei to give her an answer.

She also knew she was thinking strangely.

At the beginning, she cultivated not for herself, but because her master and sister asked her to practice and taught her to practice, so she embarked on this path in a daze. Then she began to discover the joy of it. Every time I realize a truth, every time I make a new discovery and feeling, I feel moved and shocked.

At that time, she felt how vast the world was, and how small and ephemeral a person's knowledge and thoughts were.

Qiuqiu often feels that cultivation is a process from self-forgetfulness to self-forgetfulness.

But now the changes she witnessed, these sufferings, made her feel confused.

She never felt that she was superior, and she would never see ordinary people as ants. She has the ability and she wants to do something for these people.

"Am I overthinking it?"

Guan Wei shook his head: "No." He was not good at expressing himself, and after a pause, he said: "You are right, we are not immortals, we can't call the wind and rain, and we don't have the magic power of resurrection." But we didn't sit idly by, otherwise, we wouldn't be standing here now. ”

Qiuqiu was stunned for a moment.

Guan Wei's words were stiff, and they didn't sound comforting at all.

But Qiuqiu knew that he was comforting her.

His words were like a gavel that struck her on the top of her head.

Yes, they are standing here precisely because they are trying, they are trying.

Otherwise, why did they come all the way to the Central Plains? They could have stayed in Jiufeng and left alone.

This reason is so simple, why can't she figure it out just now, she can't get out of the horns?

"Thank you." Qiuqiu thanked him from the bottom of his heart.

Guan Wei shook his head.

Fang Zhenren stood silently behind them, his gaze making people feel a little uncomfortable. Qiuqiu couldn't turn a blind eye to him, and asked politely and detachedly: "What's the matter with Fang Zhenren?" ”

"I have something to say...... I want to ask you. ”

Guan Wei glanced at Qiuqiu and walked away when he saw that she acquiesced.

Fang Zhenren's voice was low and his tone was harsh: "She...... Do you have any words left at the end? ”

Qiuqiu looked at him blankly.

Did Master leave anything behind?

She doesn't even remember.

No, not forgot.

But when she thought back to the end, she remembered what Master said in fragments and very vaguely.

At that time, she only felt panic and despair, she desperately tried to keep her master, and finally lost her.

Fang Zhenren took a step forward with some eagerness: "Did she leave anything behind?" ”

Qiuqiu shook her head: "No...... Master didn't say anything. ”

She guessed that what Fang Zhenren wanted to ask was whether the master had talked about him.

The master did mention him, but in a very indifferent and indifferent tone, he told Qiuqiu about her past experience.

There was no love or hate in her calm voice at the mention of him.

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