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Feng Qi took Song Huanqiu to the small grass hut in the Fufeng Mountain Pass, although he had long known that Song Huanqiu was not a person who would be enlightened, and he also knew that for him, the so-called confession and so-called comfort of the dead soul had no meaning at all.

But she still brought him here, and before killing him to comfort her Fengxian Mountain soul, she brought him alive, just because her senior sister Qiao Xinguan had been waiting for him here.

Ye Chonglang set up a ban around to prevent Song Huanqiu from escaping again, Song Huanqiu was loosened, and looked at the small grass house suspiciously, "What are you bringing me here for?" ”

"Don't you think it sounds?" Feng Qi looked at him coldly and asked word by word: "I've been looking for this place for a long time, I guess you also looked for it at the beginning?" Don't even know your own home? ”

Suddenly, Song Huanqiu seemed to remember something, and then looked at the small grass house as if he had seen a ghost, "You...... How did it get here? Are you hiding here? ”

"It's not me, but it doesn't matter, inside...... There's someone waiting for you. ”

"Impossible! She's dead! Song Huanqiu suddenly roared, "Now that I am in your hands, what should I do...... You...... She's dead! ”

Feng Qi looked at him coldly, "But haven't you also looked for her soul?" I've looked for it too, and you're afraid I'll find it, but now...... Needless to say, did you go in on your own, or did I chop you up and throw you in? ”

"I ......" such a choice, Song Huanqiu was still a little at a loss, he looked at the small grass house, as if he was afraid from the bottom of his heart, he subconsciously shook his head, but he also slowly moved to the door of the small grass house helplessly.

Feng Qi looked at him quietly from behind, watching him stretch out his trembling hand with great difficulty and gently push the door......

There was a creak, the small grass house was slightly dim but as quiet as ever, Qiao Xinguan was still dressed in plain white flowers and blue, bowing his head slightly, sewing the soles of his shoes one by one. She's just a spirit of obsession, doing what she was still doing before she died, day after day, year after year, waiting for a ...... Someone who will never come back.

But at this moment, Qiao Xinguan suddenly raised her head and smiled in surprise: "Husband is finally back." ”

Song Huanqiu stood stiffly in front of the door, looking at Qiao Xinguan with a pale face, he took half a step back and almost wanted to escape, but his feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, and he couldn't move.

"Husband?" Seeing that he didn't react, Qiao Xinguan put down the needlework in his hand, got up and greeted him, "Husband is tired?" Sit down and rest, I'll go make tea, what do you want to eat for dinner...... ”

"Don't touch me!" Song Huanqiu shouted in shock.

Qiao Xinguan was startled, slowly withdrew her outstretched hand, and asked worriedly, "Isn't it going well for my husband to be out today?" Or what's going on? ”

Song Huanqiu moved his lips with difficulty, he was still in disbelief, although he could see that Qiao Xinguan at the moment was just a remnant spirit, but ...... It was he who killed her, how could she possibly forget?

And he didn't speak, but Qiao Xinguan smiled, "Husband, don't take those trivial matters to heart, it's not easy to go out and run around, since you come home, you naturally have to let go of your heart to rest, and you don't have to worry about it tomorrow." ”

After speaking, Qiao Xinguan turned around and went to the small kitchen next to him.

Song Huanqiu stood in front of the door in a daze, as if he stepped in involuntarily, the room looked familiar at first glance, but it already seemed to be a matter of the previous life.

It was his home, and perhaps the only place in his lifetime that could be called home, and it was the place where he was destitute and wandering...... It was the only place where he could find peace.

He is a casual cultivator, not to mention that he has no prominent family background, his parents died when he was young, and he doesn't even have a family. And just by virtue of the occasional person giving him a few words, and then relying on his own understanding to cultivate, in the eyes of ordinary people, he is also a Taoist person, no different from those Xianmen disciples, but...... In the eyes of those formal Immortal Sect disciples, he was actually nothing.

Without an orthodox cultivation method, he has long missed the opportunity to join the Xianmen family, he said that it was a casual cultivation, but in fact, ...... It's just a waste that has no foothold in the world and can only wander around......

Cold-eyed and contemptuous, disgusted and ignored, Song Huanqiu has seen too much, maybe the only one who sees him as a human being......

Song Huanqiu stayed in the house for a long time, and didn't see Qiao Xinguan come out again, he seemed to be in a trance, walked to the door of the small kitchen and opened the curtain, but found Qiao Xinwan standing in front of the stove in a daze, looking at the teapot on the stove and not moving.

Seeing him come in, Qiao Xinguan looked flustered and a little ignorant, she looked at the teapot on the stove, and said in a panic: "I seem to be ...... Can't afford it......"

That must not be able to stand up, she is just a spirit, and the reason why she can still sew shoes is only because those things are conjured by her aura, and other things that are still intact in the house are nothing more than relying on her aura to remain the same.

She seems to be ...... Never realized you were dead?

"Don't be busy...... Song Huanqiu said with difficulty, and he didn't know what he would say for a while, "Accompany me again...... Let's talk about it. ”

Qiao Xinguan looked at the teapot in annoyance and confusion, and suddenly smiled, "I know, my husband is also a person who cultivates immortals, I'm afraid that if I learn some spell again, I just want to see me make a fool?" ”

Song Huanqiu's throat stalked, and he nodded slightly with difficulty, "Yes, I did it, so ...... Don't be busy......"

"You are also busy when you go out, you can save some effort, you don't have to worry about me, although the home is not as lively as the mountain gate, but I don't feel bored." Although Qiao Xinguan was just a spirit, his eyes were shining when he looked at him.

Such a carefree attachment, such a thoughtfulness that knew that he was not easy, he once ...... It was difficult to jump out, especially when the Divine Venerable told him that he was the reincarnation of the Heavenly Divine Monarch, and that he did not belong to the mortal world at all, and he should not be nostalgic at all......

Qiao Xinguan saw that he didn't speak, as if he was relieving him by carving words and words all the time, "It's going to be autumn recently, the family is a lot more comfortable, I made you more shoes, and when the shoes are ready, I will buy a piece of cloth, I have asked the master for instructions, when it comes to the New Year, Fengxian Mountain must be painted with a statue, every year I paint the best, this year I am still here to paint, and I will inevitably ask you to ...... when the time comes."

"Guan'er ......" Song Huanqiu suddenly couldn't listen to it anymore, the old things of nearly thirty years ago seemed to have been forgotten by him, but Qiao Xinguan seemed to be still alive back then, and the warmth was back in front of him, he couldn't escape but felt ...... He didn't want to escape, but he lost it, and he couldn't come back for a long time.

Decades have passed, and he is here today...... Are you here to atone for your sins?

Suddenly, Song Huanqiu stepped forward in a few steps and reached out to hold Qiao Xinguan into his arms, but his arm passed through her body, and his hands were empty.

She is a spirit, like a shadow, not even a soul.

And if she couldn't hold the teapot before, Qiao Xinguan could still deceive herself, it was just Song Huanqiu's spell to make her happy, but seeing that even Song Huanqiu couldn't touch her, what did it mean, could she still deceive herself?

"Actually...... I know it all. Qiao Xinguan's voice was faint.

Song Huanqiu was suddenly stunned, stunned in place, and seemed to forget to breathe for a while.

However, Qiao Xinguan looked up at him slightly, but still gave him a gentle smile, "I should know, I'm dead, and...... It seems like it's been many, many years, but you're back, I thought ...... I'm dreaming. ”

"I ......" Song Huanqiu choked his throat with difficulty, he really didn't know what to say to Qiao Xinguan, repentance or what, his mind was already white.

Qiao Xinwan looked at him with a smile, and suddenly stretched out his hand as if to touch his cheek, but he stopped, knowing that he couldn't touch it, "It's good that you're back, if you encounter trouble outside, everything will be fine when you come home...... You see I'm talking nonsense again, I'm dead, this family ...... You're the only one left. I haven't been able to leave you a son and a half daughter, and I don't know if you'll be alone in the future, you may be used to being alone, but ......"

She smiled again, with tears in her eyes, "But fortunately, looking at you now, after so many years, your voice and appearance have not changed, and you should have achieved cultivation." That's okay, if the road is endless, one day, you can still meet someone who can accompany you. At that time, I was actually afraid that there would be a day when you would be successful in cultivation, but I was just an ordinary mortal woman who had been cultivated by the Immortal Sect for a few years, or one day I would ......be old."

"You don't even remember?" Song Huanqiu didn't know what he was asking, he just wanted to interrupt her, after decades, if he once felt that she was a thorn in his heart, now he felt ...... He couldn't stand it at all, and he couldn't listen to it.

Qiao Xinguan seemed to be distracted and lonely for a moment, but he suddenly smiled, as if he hadn't forgotten anything, "Of course I remember, but I only ...... Remember you. But that's nothing, I ...... It's nothing. As long as you feel good, as long as you live well...... I also know that I can't give you the future you want, in fact, there is nothing wrong with it. It's good to see you again, at least you're still thinking about me? I thought that if you came back to see me, I would forgive you...... Oh, you can't tell anyone about that, or they're going to say I'm useless, but that's what I thought. ”

With a bang, Song Huanqiu knelt in front of Qiao Xinguan, he struggled to suppress the turmoil in his heart, and he couldn't wait to cry loudly at this moment, he couldn't afford to live up to it, and he didn't know who to hate, or he could only hate his own negative heart, or ...... He hated himself, why didn't he die early?

Qiao Xinguan bent down and stretched out his hand, but only passed through his shoulder in vain, "Huanqiu, don't be like this, I know you are a good person, and I also know the helplessness and pain in your heart, you are different from others, and you are also different from my junior brothers and sisters......"

And at this moment, Feng Qi was already standing outside the small grass house and crying, she was actually not surprised at all, this was her senior sister, the senior sister who would be gentle to anyone no matter what, even in the face of the negative man who killed her, she could really say a word, he was a good person.

"Let's go, let him go......"