Ning Suhe was dumbfounded and asked, "You, what do you mean by that?"

What does that mean? Linghua and Ning Suhe are originally of the same origin, and if you hurt Linghua, you will also hurt Ning Suhe.

But Ning Suhe didn't remember, he forgot it completely, and only Linghua himself was responsible for this old thing.

Ning Suhe is not her, and her personality is as different as ice and fire. When Linghua saw Ning Suhe's attitude towards respect and forgiveness, she wondered if she and Ning Suhe were originally the same person and split into two halves, one as quiet as the night, and the other as enthusiastic as the hot day.

There is really a naivety that I don't have.

Looking at the girl's pure and flawless eyes without a trace of impurities, the words that Linghua wanted to say were blocked for a while, and he couldn't say it anyway.

She knew she had lost her temper. Even after a hundred years, the trauma left by this incident still lingers in her heart.

"What these words mean is that he had some feuds with me, but that was in the past. If you want to like him, I won't stop you, and I won't suck your head like in my dreams."

Linghua paused, and then said, "It's just that as I, I'm afraid I can't help you like I told you at the beginning, I'm sorry."

Maybe your deep love will only become a dagger to stab yourself in the end.

"Cherish yourself so that you can do it for yourself." As she spoke, she released the two of them from the void amid Ning Suhe's questioning.

At this time, I don't know what day it was, and there were no dark clouds or stars in the clear night sky, only the scimitar-like moon hook poked into my heart, shedding invisible blood.

Ning Suhe still appeared in the pine forest of Jingyin Temple, and when he looked up, Jing Shu opened a small square window on the wooden house, and he looked at her through the window, looking at each other from a distance.

And Linghua, holding her heart, walked quickly into the inn, pushed the door in, the room was empty, no one looked at her, and no one was waiting for her in place.

"Constant?" Linghua knew that no one would answer, but she still called like this.

If Heng Gu was here, no matter what he was doing, he would run to Linghua, either smiling or pursing his lips and complaining, "Why did you leave me here alone for so long?"

It's a pity that there is nothing at the moment.

The gap in her heart made Linghua feel that it was quite dry and cold tonight, she looked at the cold room with her arms crossed, and saw a letter on the table that had fallen into ashes.

"Linghua, not long after you left, there were Qingyoumen disciples who came to look for you, and the demons outside were chaotic again, and they searched for Yang Lao Dao and couldn't find them, so they had to come to you and me to discuss together.

But you haven't returned to Jingyin Temple, and my spiritual sense can't find you, the disciples of Qingyoumen invited me to fight with me, the situation is urgent, and the peace of the people is still the main thing.

I didn't tell you face to face, don't be angry, when I come back, I'll make fruit cakes for me to eat."

Heng Gu's handwriting was messy but implied power, but the news left in a hurry made Linghua nervous.

There is also demon chaos, and Yang Xichi has not yet completed the forty-nine days period, it seems that the world will no longer be peaceful, and the war between humans and demons is inevitable.

The cold wind of late autumn blew open the window of the inn, and the moonlight outside broke into the house for no reason, illuminating the Linghua in the darkness.

"Henggu, you have grown up, you have your own responsibilities, and you have your own ideas." Linghua folded the letter and put it back into the distance, "Maybe you have always had your own ideas, but I am by your side, and you are used to listening to me."

"It's really good now." Linghua praised the changes in Heng Gu on his lips, but he couldn't be happy at all in his heart for some reason.

She lit a candle with her fingertips, and the bean-sized light swayed in the autumn wind, but it stubbornly did not extinguish. Linghua was about to get up and close the window, when suddenly a stream of spiritual power poured in from outside the door and blew out the candle.

Before she could react, a warm body pounced on her, and the heat of the sun reached her.

"Why have you been here for so long? The demon rebellion has subsided for the time being, and you will come back."

Linghua looked sideways, and Heng Gu looked at her with burning eyes, as if he had met a lover he hadn't seen for a few years.

The hair of the waterfall was draped in front of him, and the clothes on Heng Gu's body were the disciple clothes of Qingyoumen

The position and the front of him are all mud and dirt, and there is no half-point immortal disciple who is not stained by the world.

His breathing was not steady enough, and his rapid breath exhaled in Linghua's ears, itching her to rub her ears.

The angular outline of the boy seemed clearer in the moonlight, and the mud on his face had dried up, as if it had been rubbed and mottled on his cheeks.

"It's only about three or four days, how can you become a little flower cat after you go out?" Linghua used his spiritual power, and his fingertips swept across Henggu's cheeks, and the dirt disappeared.

"Not only three days, but you've been gone for five days! I don't know what you did, the person who wanted to go to your Qingyoumen pulled me to level the demon again. Thankfully, I sensed that you had finally read the letter and knew that you had returned, otherwise I would have known what to do." Henggu grabbed Linghua's hand, his eyes were full of grievances, "I have never been separated from you for so long."

The room warmed up, and even the moonlight became much gentler, and Linghua held Henggu back: "I didn't expect to go for so long. In the void, I saw my other self living a reckless life, with no responsibilities to bear, no sad memories of the past, and she was so happy that I was a little jealous."

Heng Gu's palms were sweaty, and he clenched Linghua's Rouyi even harder: "Why do you think like this? We're doing well, too."

"Yes, it's also good, the more you know, the heavier you bear, and this is another kind of life." Linghua spread his hand and turned to look at the moon like an eyebrow, like a laughing eye.

"But I upset this delicate balance, and I almost told her the truth, making her a person who has lost her ease and freedom like me. At that moment I saw my own ugliness, and for thousands of years I was disgusted with all those selfish human natures, but in the end I was also tainted with this ugly vice."

"Whether it's a demon or a spirit, it's normal for those who live to have their own selfishness?" Henggu's slender fingers popped out a spark, lit the candle on the table, he closed the window seemingly casually, and sat down at the table with Linghua, "Deeper exposure, don't catch a cold."

Linghua didn't sit across from him, but leaned on Heng Gu's side, the young man still had the breath of the outside, and after a while, she got up and said, "Heng Gu, you must be tired when you hurry back, rest early."

Henggu grabbed her: "No, I want to accompany you, don't keep it in your heart if you have something on your mind, it will be suffocated."

Linghua looked at him, nodded and told him all the things in the Jingyin Temple.

Joonji Temple, pine forest.

Ning Suhe looked at the monk Jingshu, the question had been planted deep in her heart, if she didn't ask at this moment, this doubt would take root and burst her heart.

"Forgiveness, what happened to you and me, and Linghua?" Ning Suhe looked at Jingshu from afar, and he seemed to be trapped in a corner forever, looking at the sky, and the light didn't seem to shine into his window.

Jing Shu Wen lowered his head and smiled, "You really know something."

"Did you hurt her? But isn't she someone you like?" Ning Suhe leaned in front of the window, eagerly trying to find some emotion on Jing Shu's face.

Jing Shu closed his eyes and folded his hands, as if in prayer, as if in repentance: "She is the mirror of the heart, and she is the mirror spirit like you. No, you are all mirror spirits of the Mirror of the Heart.

"Connoisseurship" was just a spiritual artifact thousands of years ago, and although it already had a mirror spirit, it only became an artifact hundreds of years ago, so how could I like the spiritual brilliance of an artifact when I first met him?"

Ning Suhe was confused: "That...... Then why did she say you hurt her?"

Jing Shu suddenly opened his eyes, and the big Buddha above his head was like the eyes of heaven, silently and awe-inspiring watching his words and deeds. He kneels here to atone for his sins, and if he wants to atone for his sins, he has to face his truest self, whether it is now or in the past.

"Because it was me, I broke the Heart Mirror, causing Linghua's true body to be shattered, so that she had to return to the world to find herself." Jing Forgiveness's plain face finally appeared in pain and irrepressible sorrow, "Speaking of which, it is also because I broke the Heart Mirror that you exist."

Ning Suhe took a few steps back in disbelief: "No, how is it possible? I, I was clearly a human being at the beginning, and I finally accepted that I was a mirror, and now I am told that the person I like is broken

Me?"

She covered her head in confusion, "What the hell is this, why is everything different from what I imagined!"

"You're saying that the Mirror was shattered by the Keishu who was imprisoned in the cabin?" Henggu took the case, "It turned out to be him! If this culprit hadn't broken you, you wouldn't have had to walk on earth and endure so many bad things!"

Linghua grabbed his arm and dragged Heng Gu to sit on the stool: "It's come to this, it's useless to scold him. If it's broken, it's broken, and then it's put together, it's still a trace. Maybe my return to the world is God's arrangement, and I have to go through more tribulations before I can become stronger.

I used to hate the days of hiding and being displaced. At that time, I was chased, occupied, and used for various purposes, and I saw the faces of all kinds of people, so I didn't believe in kindness at all, and I didn't trust anyone who said they would be good to me.

I don't want to be held in the hands of people who have been resisting humans for hundreds of years. More than a hundred years later, I was taken away from the world by a powerful force, and I was forgiving. At that time, his temper was a little worse than it is now, but he often talked to me, and I became friends with him.

I was very stable at that time, and I was greedy for the peace I had not seen for a long time. I thought to myself, maybe I will spend my life like this, and wait until a thousand years later, my spiritual power will be destroyed and I will die quietly.

But I didn't expect that forgiveness would break me in a fit of anger and force me to face this world that I feared and hated again.

However, fortunately, as the years and times change, there are fewer and fewer rumors about the "Mirror of the World", and most people are no longer obsessed with opportunistic shortcuts, so I let go of myself and generously searched for the fragments of my true body. The world is not as terrible as I imagined, and meeting you has given my life a new color.

You are my only companion, and the person I have met in the world with the least regrets."

"So I'm so important to you." Heng Gu couldn't help but straighten up, his inflated self-confidence drove his left hand to rise, wanting to wrap his arms around Linghua's shoulder, but before he could muster up his strength, Linghua no longer leaned on him.

He had to put down his hand in embarrassment and asked, "Then why did Jing Shu break the Heart Mirror?"

Hearing this, Linghua took out a bronze mirror and carefully stroked each broken mirror: "This starts with respecting and forgiving the people you like, a hundred years ago, when Jingshu was not a monk, let alone Jingshu, its name is repeated."