She cleaned the courtyard and the cemetery, and I was supposed to help with it.

With just one wind attribute spell, it can blow away the surrounding fallen leaves.

I didn't, though.

Sweeping the tomb and cleaning the abandoned room were originally meaningless, but it became meaningful because Sun Weiwei did it.

After the leaves are swept up, they will fall.

The important thing is not to make the ground clean, but to sweep the fallen leaves themselves.

Sun Weiwei sat on the steps, quietly waiting for the incense burner to burn out, then brought the plate, took care of herself, ripped off half of the roast chicken and handed it to me.

"Big brother, at noon today, let's eat this."

Two plates of fruit and one plate of roast chicken are all leftovers.

I took a bite and it tasted pretty good.

Sun Weiwei completely let down her vigilance against me, and gradually opened up the conversation, "Big brother, I really envy you for being able to use your own cultivation."

"It's not like me, every time I come to the fallen slope to visit my parents' graves, I have to take a bus, take a taxi, and climb the mountain."

"I leave at six o'clock in the morning, and I can't get home until six or seven o'clock in the afternoon."

Seeing that Sun Weiwei had this intention, I immediately struck while the iron was hot, "Have you ever thought about developing your own body?"

Sun Weiwei's beautiful eyes became vigilant again.

I knew she must have thought something wrong, so I explained, "I mean, you are now a mountain dwelling Taoist priest, and you can fully develop your potential."

"It stands to reason that your strength should not be weaker than mine."

Sun Weiwei said with some annoyance, "I have tried everything I can think of."

"Even if Tenggu himself taught, it didn't have the slightest effect."

"No matter how I cultivate, those spiritual powers and moves, when they reach my body, are like stones sinking into the sea, and there is no movement at all."

I warned, "It may have something to do with what you experienced as a child."

"Perhaps...... The death of your parents has stimulated you so much that you can't use your spiritual power."

"Even if that's the case, there's nothing I can do about it."

Sun Weiwei said with some frustration: "My parents have been dead for more than eight years, and I still have no way of recalling how they died.

"When I collected their bodies, there were no corpses, and what was buried in the grave was actually some of their clothes." ap.

Sun Weiwei leaned against the pillar of the wooden house, her eyes were slightly dim, and she said with a tired expression, "Grandpa Tenggu and Uncle Yuanji, and even Xiaolu, have spent too much effort on me."

"They wanted me to become a practitioner as well, and I myself tried countless times, but I failed."

"I don't want them to be in vain anymore, so I just go to school and prepare to live like ordinary people for the rest of my life."

When Vera Sun said this to me, I hesitated.

Sometimes, excessive effort and hardship will only pull the already weak life from one extreme to another.

For example, there are many children who are born with a generous personality, are timid and timid, and have a delicate mind, and are only suitable for surviving in small places.

Forcibly persecute such children, be admitted to good high schools and universities, intimidate with high-pressure education, moral kidnapping, and even persecution.

Even if this child can really be admitted to a first-class university, it will almost always end up with mental problems, suicide, etc.

If Sun Weiwei is really willing, as an ordinary girl, it may be a good decision to find her true love, get married and have children in a small place, and die peacefully.

As for the water attribute teammates, I'll find a way to find them again.

I asked, "Do you want to continue to work hard, or do you want to live your life peacefully as an ordinary person?"

"I want to live my life in peace."

Really......

As I got up and wanted to leave with Murphy, she looked confused and complicated, and continued, "At least that's what I thought before you came."

"But when I saw you, I was suddenly a little shaken

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"I envy my sister named Murphy, she is heroic and full of energy, and I want to be like her."

"And you, unlike anyone else I know."

"There is something unspeakable about you, which I envy and strange."

What Sun Weiwei said should be a person's aura.

Aura is composed of many parts, but the most important component is a person's experience, which can also be said to be experience.

When I first came out of the mountain, I was not as good as Sun Weiwei now.

I was bullied by a mere Zhao Mengfu, deceived by others, used by others, and went through a lot of hardships to have a slightly more stable appearance now.

Murphy is the same, his original dream was to have a house of his own and no longer be bullied by his boss.

It took countless experiences of life and death to sharpen us into what we are today.

We planted a seed of hope in Sun Weiwei's heart.

With this seed, it is destined for Sun Weiwei's extraordinary future.

Since Sun Weiwei has a heart, I must help her, and I can be regarded as helping myself.

I stood up and wiped the grease stains on my hands, "Vivi, unlock the door of the cabin, maybe I can help you remember how your parents died in the first place."

Sun Weiwei touched the lock on the wooden house, "The lock was put on ten years ago, not to mention that I don't have a key, even if I have a key, I can't open it now."

The metallic energy in my palm condensed, and I touched it lightly, and the lock snapped open.

Sun Weiwei was surprised, "It's amazing!"

"It's just a small skill for carving insects, let's go inside."

I stepped into the wooden house, saw the familiar scene, and then remembered the events of last night, and for a moment I was in a trance.

The room was left untouched for many years.

Even if the doors and windows were closed, a thick layer of dust had accumulated in the room.

On the floor in the center of the living room on the first floor, two pools of blood had penetrated into the wooden floor, faintly blackening.

Everything in the room is almost exactly the same as it was ten years ago.

Sun Weiwei looked around, but she looked a little strange.

I asked, "Can you remember anything?"

Sun Weiwei shook her head blankly, "I don't know why, my memories before the age of ten are very vague.

"I can't remember the cause of my parents' deaths."

Sun Weiwei should have trauma and stress disorder, and among the spells passed down by her grandfather, there is a requiem spell, which may allow her to remember more things in this space.

I took Sun Weiwei's arm and came to the center of the two pools of blood.

"You sit down cross-legged and take a good sense of the breath around you."

There was silence for about a stick of incense, and when Sun Weiwei's heart completely settled down, I asked, "How do you feel now?"