After a long time, Qi Luoling slowly opened the car door, walked out of the dark carriage, and got out of the carriage. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Step out of the carriage and into this strange situation. Qi Luoling was stunned, it was no longer a dark and cold night, but a bright and gorgeous day. Although it is the same day, the day here is different from the daytime I usually see, because the sunlight here is not dazzling, but unusually gentle and comfortable, gentle as close to transparent, comfortable as an empty and empty illusion.

A tall building caught Qi Luoling's eye. As the witch said, this is indeed a castle, and it is not unlike the castle in the fairy tale books.

The castle sits in the middle of this boundless world, and it seems that this world exists for it. The exterior walls of the castle are golden yellow in color, shining with a golden sheen. The castle is made up of a group of buildings.

Each building is like a majestic mountain, so huge that it is almost nothing, and people can't bear the feeling of emptiness. The castle was built with countless huge stones. At the top of the building there is a towering spire,

Qi Luoling stood under the gate of the castle, ashamed of herself, it turned out that the spiritual world could be so magnificent and magnificent, far more than everything in the material world. In that majestic world, his spirit is so small and cold.

As she sighed, she suddenly heard the faint sound of a piano coming from inside the castle. Due to the distance, she doesn't seem to be able to hear the melody and melody of the music clearly.

Is this the third movement of demon music? Did it come out of the castle? Am I going to enter this castle?

As Qi Luoling hesitated, the stone door of the castle slowly opened, accompanied by a loud and dull roar.

Qi Luoling walked straight in. There was nothing inside, except for the large, empty hall. Qi Luoling looked at all this blankly, looking back behind her. The massive stone door had slammed shut, separating her from the real from the unreal.

Qi Luoling was a little frightened and didn't know where to go. At this time, she noticed that there was a heavy gray-blue stone door not far from the hall. Qi Luoling walked to the stone door and tried to push it away. But no matter how hard she tried, Shimen didn't move. This door is too heavy, and obviously his strength is a drop in the bucket.

Qi Luoling suddenly remembered the witch's words, she closed her eyes, clasped her hands together, silently concentrated all her will on the palm of her hand in her heart, and then solemnly placed the palm of her hand on the stone gate.

The gray-blue stone door slowly opened, and she felt a little surprised.

Then she entered the second room in the castle.

The second room was as empty as the hall, and it also had a heavy gray-blue stone door.

With her will, she pushed open the second stone door and entered the third room.

Then there was an empty room, a gray-blue stone door.

Push open the stone door and enter the room. Enter the room and push open the stone door.

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Qi Luoling kept pushing open one door after another, entering room after room. Repeatedly push the door and enter the room. The same room, the same gray-blue stone door. The rooms and gray-blue doors in the castle seem to be never-ending.

The constant repetition of the process of opening the door made her feel extremely monotonous and tired, and she did not know how many rooms and doors there were in the castle. Perhaps the number of rooms and stone doors is infinite and endless. It is an infinite loop decimal in mathematics, which has no end but repetitions in a certain order.

Countless stone doors slammed shut behind her, a sharp and piercing voice that seemed to mock her stupidity. In this near-absurd process, she had no choice but to move forward.

Just like Sisyphus in Greek mythology, day after day, he endlessly rolled rocks up the mountain, and every time he used all his strength to push the boulder closer to the top of the mountain, the boulder would slide from his hand and roll to the bottom of the mountain. Sisyphus had no choice but to go down and push the boulder back to the top of the mountain, day after day, in a never-ending drudgery. This is who we are, and the world we live in. For this absurd world, we have to wake up from despair, rise up from decadence, and fight against it to the end.

For Qi Luoling, the only thing that keeps her forward comes from the increasingly clear sound of the piano. Every time I pushed open a door, every time I entered a room, the piano sounded a little clearer than before. If it weren't for this, Qi Luoling would definitely not have the courage to continue, and the willpower in his heart would have been exhausted.

Qi Luoling could no longer remember how many doors she had pushed open and how many rooms she had walked through. But the beautiful piano sound is getting clearer and clearer, as if it is not far away. She could hear the piano melody clearly, and it was clear that the music had a joyful and sweet but slightly sentimental tune. There was a special fragrance in the air, and Qi Luoling remembered that it was the smell of love.

When she was exhausted, this music of love made her limbs relax and move forward bravely. The last closed stone door was pushed open.

It was still an empty room, the only difference was that there was an old piano in the room, located in the center of the room.

On the piano sat a young brunette man, who was facing away from her. She couldn't see his facial features on the front, but from behind, the young man's figure seemed familiar. Qi Luoling was a little confused.

The young man did not seem to notice her footsteps, and all the music did not stop because of her arrival, and the beautiful melody flowed quietly through the room.

Qi Luoling stood behind him, quietly listening.

I don't know how long it took.

The young man pressed the last key, and the last note of the piano hummed into the empty room, and it was a long time before the music completely disappeared from her mind.

Although the music stopped, the young man still put his hands on the keys, as if he was still reminiscing about the melody he had just had. After a long time, he came back to his senses, seemed to be aware of Qi Luoling's presence, turned his body, turned his face, and looked at her deeply.

For a moment, Qi Luoling was simply stunned, unable to believe her eyes. There seemed to be a dazzling light around his body, including everything around him, his eyes were particularly prominent, and the blue pupils were pure and transparent, making everything pure and eclipsed. But what surprised her the most was his facial features.