"Eh, you're back?"

Listening to the sound of the door being pushed open, Qi Baifei sat up and just happened to see Chang'an walking in with a gloomy face. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Chang'an ignored Qi Baifei, walked to the candle that had burned to the bottom, blew it out, smeared it and came to his bed, lay down, pillowing his arms, looking at the moonlight outside the window, and his mind drifted away.

As if knowing that Chang'an went this time and didn't please him, Qi Baifei sighed helplessly and shook his head.

After the early morning, the dawn broke, Qi Baifei, who got up early, rubbed his hazy sleepy eyes, subconsciously looked to the left, and then his drowsy mind instantly became clear.

"You haven't slept all night?"

Chang'an, who looked a little depressed, tilted his head slightly, opened his bloodshot eyes, looked at Qi Baifei, and nodded self-deprecatingly.

"Hey... Forget it, the twisted melon is not sweet, working hard is the most important thing, I heard that the outside world is not as peaceful as Qingxiao Sect, the demons are rampant, the hearts of the people are cold and dark, and the blood and tears are everywhere, in fact, I am not afraid of your jokes, I was also dumped from Xin'er..."

Chang'an raised his eyebrows slightly, stared at Qi Baifei, who was smiling and hiding the loss in his heart, and couldn't help sighing.

"Tomorrow is the assessment period, sort out your thoughts well, and when the assessment is over, there are still many things to be busy, after all, it is still young, and everything still depends on cultivation for strength..."

Speaking of this, Qi Baifei took out a book from under his pillow, still on the bed in Chang'an, took a deep breath, and continued in a complicated tone: "This is what I secretly printed from the Technique Pavilion, you see, it may be of some help to you, I may have to go to the disciple hall for a day of retreat, I should be able to break through the fifth layer of the Gathering Spirits, thank you for the Divine Return Dan..."

Looking at Qi Baifei, who felt a little different and seemed to have matured overnight, Chang An couldn't help but sit up, reached out and took the yellow booklet with seams, glanced at it, and said suspiciously: "Gonzo?"

Qi Baifei, who got out of bed to wash, nodded, and explained: "Although this book is not a spell, some of the things it talks about may have never been heard of before, I think you should take a look, okay, I will also go to the disciple hall, I won't talk to you more..."

Looking at Qi Baifei, who pushed the door and left, Chang'an groaned a little, and couldn't help but put his eyes on the booklet in his hand again.

Blinking his somewhat dry eyes, Chang'an turned the first page.

"As soon as you enter the immortal path... Lonely all my life..."

Chang'an frowned, looking at the moment when there were only these eight words on a page, the original feeling of loss suddenly became even more depressed.

These simple eight words seem to represent a meaning, a kind of loneliness that wants to tell the world to whisper, and like a lonely old man in the morning and twilight, standing under the peach blossom tree, standing with his hands in his hands, looking up at the sky and laughing at himself.

This kind of loneliness, like a turbulent river, rushed into the brain, and it was deeply imprinted in Chang'an's heart, which lasted for a long time, stirred and reverberate, strong but sad, but mixed with a tearful sadness and indignation.

Yes, Chang'an actually read a kind of anger in this sentence, a kind of anger mixed with sadness.

This anger comes and goes away faster, like a seagull skimming the lake, only chirping, but not a trace.

Chang An took a deep breath, looked at the eight big characters heavily, and then turned the second page.

Depressed and sad and angry not only married, impassioned from my generation, the years buried obsession, Tan Sitong left blood and tears...

Dao, what is Dao, is it the fine smell on the palm of the hand, or the lonely circle drawn by the fingers.

Immortals, what is immortals, is it the thought of hope in the heart, or the way of falling in the eyes.

There is a way that the immortal fate is sad like tears in ancient and modern times, the road is endless, the road is endless, the fate of the road, the thousand immortal calamities are difficult to wither, the two sides of the strait are gloomy, silently pour wine and be lonely, and... It's a pity that it's been pitied...

How to cry alone, how lonely to be alone...

I used to think that I had everything, but in the end I found that what I had was just a dream, the dream woke up, it was over, it changed, and it was gone, the sea of people disappeared, the sea was dry and rotten, the trees were rotten, the flowers were withered, the mountains and rivers were moving, the heavens and the earth were scattered, and the whole world was only me, and... That... Poor eyes that struggle but don't see hope.

I wonder if you can see...

Chang An was suddenly stunned, his eyes were slightly condensed, and he felt that this Persona seemed to have been written by an old man who had experienced vicissitudes, as if he wanted to tell someone about his experience, or wanted to start over and find the answer.

It's only two pages, but Chang'an doesn't know why, he empathizes, this complex and extreme feeling that he has never appeared in his heart, leaving a tear in his left eye, and he doesn't even notice it.

His whole heart seems to be integrated into the loneliness between the lines, the helplessness of the lonely sky, the loneliness of the lonely.

For the first time, Chang'an's eyes flashed a gaze called vicissitudes, and he was extremely depressed, and he wanted to close the book and not read it, because he had a feeling that if he continued to read, it might really change his life, change his character, change his view of the world, the laughter and laughter he had seen, and everything.

But just as he hesitated, his fingers turned the third page uncontrollably...

Time flies slowly, leaving memories behind, but no sound.

As the autumn breeze blows, the cold breeze gradually replaces the warmth and falls as the night falls.

Qi Baifei, who pushed the door in, happened to see Chang'an's back standing under the window, looking out the window.

As if he understood what was going on, he closed the door, sat down on the bed, and shook his head.

"You say, he... Is what happened real?"

At this moment, Chang'an's voice was hoarse, wanting to hear another answer.

Qi Baifei took a sip, touched the tip of his nose, shrugged his shoulders and said, "I don't know, it may be true, it may be fake..."

"Could it be that the outside world is really a scene where people are indifferent and full of calculations?"

"Probably put... In my memory, in our village, although there is gossip, there are neighbors quarreling over one thing, but each other, but there is nothing to do, they all hope that the family is harmonious and beautiful, smooth sailing, the black-haired parents look forward to the white-haired parents, live a long life, healthy, the white-haired old man looks forward to the children and grandchildren, all the way to Chang'an..."

Chang'an's face was a little haggard and smiled slightly, then he turned around, looked at Qi Baifei, who was also smiling, and nodded: "Yes, all the way to Chang'an... That's what my name means..."

"So, no matter how dark and indifferent the outside world is, it is also a matter of the outside world, in Qingxiao Sect, although sometimes there will be frictions and fights between disciples, but they will not put people to death, there are many feelings between brothers and sisters, such as me and you, and also those who silently like to like black, and Du Pengyi's fellow brothers and sisters..."

Chang An nodded heavily, suppressed the strong thoughts in his heart, returned to the bed, covered the quilt, and said with a smile: "This day flies really fast, tomorrow it will be the inner door assessment, I am finally a little tired, see you tomorrow... Good night..."

"Good night..."

The moment the candlelight went out and the sleepiness hit, when Chang'an slowly closed his eyes, he suddenly murmured while wrapped in the quilt.

"Why do you cry alone... Alone, what a lonely..."

As soon as the lonely word fell, the consciousness fell into a peaceful sleep with the closed eyes...