Chu Qiyang's death was quietly covered up, just like the original master covered up the death of his child, he just paid some money to the parents in the countryside, and the matter was closed, and even the county government only reported his death.

The original family still cared about their own face from beginning to end, and the fact that Yuan Qiuying killed people was covered up by a dark compassion and lived a life of impunity.

Linghua naturally couldn't get used to this family's style, but he couldn't completely hate it. Whether it is Yuan Qiuying or Jiang Miao, they have experienced the pain that very people can endure, they are paranoid, and they are almost indifferent, and it is not this world that leads to this result, let alone this fate.

It's the people around them.

It was Yuan Qiuying's relatives and father-in-law who beat and scolded him again and again, and it was the vicious words and family alienation of the people around Jiang Miao that caused them to fall into the abyss.

"Do you regret it? Saved Yuan Qiuying's life?" Linghua heard himself asked in the depths of his heart.

There are regrets. But I don't regret it either.

Regretting that she didn't make everyone happy, even if she intervened, it seemed that what should have happened would still happen.

What if it's a mirror spirit? When facing fate, we must also follow the laws of the world. If you have to lose a life, you can't have it both ways.

But she did not regret it, she saw the darkness of the world, and saw the selfishness and selfishness of human hearts.

It doesn't matter if you sacrifice others, and you don't need to be too sad if you control others, because you will profit from it.

Maybe as a human being, they all have their own selfishness, she can't say that Yuan Qiuying is a bad person, she helped her on the boat, and she has always been honest with her.

But is she a good person? Not necessarily. Human nature is so complex.

Maybe to keep a bad guy with a conscience and a bad guy with a bad conscience who is not so conscientious, she will choose the one with a little conscience.

"If it were me, I wouldn't have left Chu Qiyang." Henggu came to her and seemed to see through the tangles in her heart.

"Why?" Linghua was blowing the late autumn evening breeze, sitting on the roof and watching the sunset.

Henggu sat down with his legs bent, thought for a long time, and held back an answer: "I...... I just don't like him."

The warmth on the young man's body slowly spread to Linghua, and her heart gradually softened. This person is clearly here to comfort her.

Linghua had a smile on his face, and he had the intention of teasing, and deliberately asked, "Then do you like Jiang Miao?"

Henggu shook his head, "Of course I don't like it either."

"Why?" She looked at him with a smile.

"He killed so many innocent people, no different from the subordinates of the "Emperor Yuan", and if he carelessly disregarded people's lives, he should not die well."

Linghua looked at Heng Gu's jealous and hateful expression, and his gentle eyes flickered slightly: "Then do you know how I look at him?"

Henggu took out a pot of warm dew from his bosom, "Let's talk while drinking."

Linghua took it in surprise: "Who did you learn this from?"

"This is not wine, it is the splendor of heaven and earth that I absorbed with my spiritual power, and it is best to replenish my spiritual energy, so drink it while it is still warm." Henggu opened the mouth of the bottle, and a crystal aura rose up, just smelling it was refreshing.

Linghua stared at Henggu for a long time, and did not move for a long time.

Heng Gu was a little flustered and touched the bottle: "Linghua, you, don't you like it?"

Linghua took a sip, and the warm liquid slid down his throat and seemed to flow all the way to his heart.

Her eyes curled into a smile, "I love it, thank you, Henggu."

Heng Gu scratched the back of his neck in shame: "It's good if you rejoice, I just want you to be happy."

Linghua took another sip, swallowed it all, and looked at the sunset in the distance, the sparkling river reflected the red sunset, as if the heaven and earth looked at each other, and it was like the fusion of twins.

She pondered, "Actually, Jiang Miao's mother may not love him, but he was blinded by bigotry and the words of the outside world and forgot his original intention."

Henggu wondered, "But Mrs. Jiang already only cares about her own children, and she doesn't care about Jiang Miao at all."

Linghua took out the piece of Jiang Miao

The remnant mirror that returned to her: "Actually, I felt it when I touched it, but I didn't have time to tell him about it. Maybe I've created a regret that there will never be a day of light in my thoughts."

Heng Gu saw Linghua's melancholy face, and anxiously grabbed her arm: "Linghua, what's wrong?"

Linghua threw the small mirror block into the air, and the residual mirror floated in the air to reflect the sleeping appearance of fifteen-year-old Jiang Miao. A strand of long hair fell on his face, and he was hurriedly picked up by his plain white hand.

Mrs. Jiang approached Jiang Miao and looked at his sleeping face gently, and said softly, "Miao'er, your younger brother has just reached the full moon, and it is the time when he needs his mother, and his mother can't look at you from time to time recently. When my brother is over 100 years old, my mother will be with you."

It's a pity that Jiang Miao still slept soundly, and he didn't even move his eyelids.

Mrs. Jiang covered him with a quilt: "I slept so soundly at noon, I'm afraid I'm going to grow taller again."

The afterimage faded into obscurity, drifting into the air and disappearing without a trace.

"This is the only remnant of the Mirror of Mind that has survived with the only spiritual spirit it has." Linghua withdrew it into the palm of his hand, "Due to the limited spiritual power of the mirror body, as long as you inject spiritual power once, it will be wiped out."

"But Jiang Miao has never found out in his hand for so long?" Henggu's heart was tugged, "He actually killed the person who loved him so much!"

"Maybe this is what fate is, a paranoid person will always look at everything from a paranoid perspective, and the words of others will become the driving force for him to enter the abyss." Linghua clenched the remnant mirror, "It's just a pity, I wanted to let him go and then tell him slowly and persuade him. It's also my fault."

She looked at the setting sun: "What should be said, it should be said immediately, why wait? One thought is a miss."

"One thought of good and one thought of evil may not only gain good karma, but also may subvert oneself. Probably because the sea of people is deep, resentful and angry, trapped in it, it is difficult to see the disturbances, even I was swept into the red dust and moved by compassion, whose calamity is this, and whose fate is this?"

Heng Gu was silent for a long time, although he was a little at a loss, and he didn't fully understand Linghua's state of mind, but he still stroked her back: "I think everything that is happening now is chosen by fate, otherwise how could it happen? It's the best now."

Linghua drank the warm dew down: "Yes, it's already the best. Let's go tomorrow, get out of here, and do what we have to do."

Heng Gu was stunned: "Is it what was said in the transmission note? But we haven't ...... yet."

"It's not just about the notes." The smile on Linghua's lips slowly dimmed, "There's also the pill thing. Do you remember that when I came to Nanxiang, I didn't immediately notice the aura of the Mirror of Vision, and I didn't even feel it?"

Heng Gu nodded, "I remember, isn't this due to the weak spiritual power of this remnant mirror?"

"There is part of the reason, but I always have a vague feeling that it is the power of the pill that suppresses it. There is no origin for this feeling, but the feeling that has been haunting my heart since I took back this remnant mirror, very vague, but firm." Linghua looked at Heng Gu, "We want to find Yang Xichi and ask for clues."

"But Yang Laodao has not heard from him, and the seventy-seven forty-nine days have not yet reached halfway, and the demon chaos is imminent, what are you going to do?" Henggu asked.

Linghua took out the paper figure given to her by Yang Xichi from her purse: "Naturally, I will go to calm the demon chaos first. The matter of pills can be discussed in the long run, but if the demon chaos is uneven, the people will be restless for a day."

Heng Gu took the bottle in Linghua's hand: "Okay, I'll go wherever you go. I also want to put an end to the demon chaos and do something for the people."

The next day, at the door of the original house.

Yuan Qiuying reluctantly grabbed Linghua's hand: "Linghua, are you really leaving?" If only you could stay a few more days."

Linghua withdrew his hand and said with a smile: "There is no banquet in the world, how precious you are for the rest of your life."

Yuan Qiuying looked at Linghua and then at Henggu, put down his hand and said gloomily, "I will, how precious you are."

Linghua nodded politely, took Henggu's arm, turned his head and walked away without looking back.

"Link!" Yuan Qiuying called out to her, looking at her with blazing eyes at the gate of the original house.

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Hua turned around: "What else?"

"It's okay, you go." Yuan Qiuying beckoned, watching Linghua drift away.

She turned her head and stepped into the door of her original home, slamming the heavy wooden door shut, and behind her stood a man in a black cloak.

The man took out a jade bottle and poured out a few green pills from it: "This is the medicine of this month."

Yuan Qiuying picked up a fragrant pill and swallowed it in her mouth: "What do you want?"

The black cloak turned his back, "You just need to know that I won't hurt you."

"But this pill infanticide demon also has it, do you dare to say that you are not in league with him?" Yuan Qiuying took the jade bottle and asked, "You found me when I was about to reconcile and leave, predicted in advance that Chu Qiyang would kill me, and asked me not to tell Ling Hua about your existence, who are you?"

The black cloak turned around suddenly, and without moving, he grabbed Yuan Qiuying's neck: "You just need to talk less, and you don't have to worry about other things."

After saying that, he threw Yuan Qiuying aside and disappeared.

Yuan Qiuying touched her neck and chuckled, "Is this my life? Escaping from a cage, another ...... Linghua, I failed your help......

At this moment, Linghua and Henggu have settled in a remote place in the countryside of Chongjun.

She straightened her clothes and said tiredly, "It's been a long time since I've flown this far, but I'm a little tired."

Henggu held her back: "Do you want to find a place to rest?"

Linghua was about to answer, when he suddenly looked back in the direction of Nanxiang as if he had a feeling: "It seems that someone is calling me."

Henggu looked around curiously: "There are only empty tiled houses here, and there are not even monsters, how can anyone call you?"

Linghua touched her ears: "Maybe I'm thinking too much."

She took out the transmission note, and the handwriting left by the Qingyou Sect disciple still remained on it. Heng Gu leaned his head and looked over: "It's strange to say, how could the letter from Yang Lao Dao come to you?"

Linghua's palm moved from the bottom to the top of the talisman to erase the words on it: "Maybe he really trusts me with all his heart."

After that, she took out the paper figure and clamped it to her fingertips, injected spiritual power and threw it closer, and the paper figure changed into Yang Xichi's appearance as soon as the light appeared.

"Linghua girl, long time no see." Yang Xichi bowed his head.

Linghua was not polite to him, and handed the transmission note up: "Chongjun Demon Rebellion, you need to go to calm down quickly, and quickly reply to the disciples of your sect."

Yang Xichi returned the transmission note to Linghua: "Poor Dao already knows, but this paper man can only last for three days, and if there is any inconvenience, please ask Linghua girl to help."

"This is nature, what is Daoist Yang's explanation?"

"Then let me come." Yang Xichi's robe waved, and the three of them disappeared in place.