Chapter 52: Red Sleeves Add Fragrance to Night Reading

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He then tried to operate his true element, but found that his true element was completely silent, and he couldn't sense the slightest.

Qin An was a little panicked, he wanted to watch his previous life and polish his state of mind, but for some reason, he couldn't see the scene of his previous life, but was trapped here.

Qin An silently recited the mantra in his heart, trying to restore the true yuan, but there was no trace of aura here, and he had cultivated for a long time without a trace of true yuan.

"It seems that what the Buddha and the Taoist Ancestor said is right, there is really no underworld in this world, and there will be no past life. "Up to now, in the face of the current darkness, Qin An has to admit this fact.

He had long known that after death, the soul would dissipate in the world and cease to exist, but the appearance of the Sansheng Stone just now made him ignore this matter because he was too excited.

Qin An struggled for a moment, and after finding that he had achieved nothing, he stopped moving.

It's dark here, there's no concept of time, and if a normal person stays here for a few days, he will go crazy in a few days.

Qin An closed his eyes, didn't think about anything, and calmed down his spirit to face this boundless darkness.

I don't know how long it took, it could be a day, it could be a month, it could be a year, Qin An opened his eyes.

"Young grandma, hard, hurry up. ā€

These long-lost words awakened Qin An's spirit, his spirit was outward, it was still dark, but now it was different from before, he could hear the sound of people talking.

He brace himself and listen carefully to the conversation of the crowd outside.

"Master, you go out quickly, men can't enter here, it's against etiquette, and it will bring you bad luck. "It's the same woman who spoke.

"I, Xu Wei, have been for the country all my life, I only believe in the common people, not in ghosts and gods, how can I be afraid of this illusory luck. A man's words came from outside, and the voice was full of anger and righteousness.

However, this man may have been worried about secular etiquette, so he did not enter the room in the end, leaving only a voice of "Madame take care", and returned to the courtyard to wait.

"What's going on, how can I hear people talking?" Qin An was puzzled now.

"Master, it's born! It's a young master!" An excited shout made Qin An cheer up again.

After this voice, Qin An suddenly felt different, and the next moment he felt a light in his eyes and saw the situation he was in.

He found himself now attached to a young body in a spirit state.

"What is this?"

Qin An suddenly felt that something had entered this body, and he sank his spirit into it, only to find that the thing that had just entered the body was a soul.

Qin An felt a familiar aura on this soul, and looking at this soul, he felt kind.

"It seems that after death, the soul does not really dissipate, but exists in a strange form, and after reaching a certain stage, it can be 'reincarnated'. ā€

"It seems that the past life really exists, and I should now be watching my past life as a spectator. At this time, Qin An had already understood everything.

"It seems that watching my past life is not like a real and virtual memory flooding into my mind, which is done in an instant, but I need to watch it all the time and slowly experience the life of my past life. ā€

"It's good that I can feel everything in my previous life more clearly, and my mood will definitely progress faster. ā€

After Qin An knew the current situation, he put his mind at ease, if he had been in his previous life in this way, it would be equivalent to living one more life, which would help him a lot.

Qin An didn't think much about it anymore, but slowly observed the soul of his previous life, and he knew that from now on, his previous life was truly born.

......

Time flies, the years are constantly passing, Qin An has been attached to his previous life in this process, looking at the world through the eyes of his previous life.

"Ziyuan, come and see, this lantern is so beautiful. ā€

"Uh-huh, Qingmei, wait for me, I'll come over right away. Xu Ziyuan kept squeezing away the people around him and walked forward.

"I didn't expect that my past life was still a seed of infatuation. Qin An looked at everything in front of him, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

His previous life was Xu Ziyuan, Qin An watched Xu Ziyuan grow up since he was a child, and he knew this Xu Ziyuan very well.

Xu Ziyuan was born in a wealthy family, his father is a household secretary, a high and powerful position, in such a family, Xu Ziyuan was enlightened at the age of four, literate at the age of five, wrote poetry at the age of seven, and is now fifteen years old, and has already become a generation of talents in the capital.

And the Qing sister he shouted just now is a childhood sweetheart who has played with him since he was a child, Xu Ziyuan has liked to play with her since he was a child, and now he has fallen in love with her deeply.

Qin An has existed here for more than ten years, and has long found that this is the former Ming Dynasty, when he knew this fact, he was more sure of his previous thoughts, the dissipation of the soul after death is not really dissipation, but exists in a strange state, otherwise the era in which he lived in his previous life would not be so far away from himself.

Time passed, and a few years passed, in this process, Qin An has been silently observing Xu Ziyuan's life here, experiencing Xu Ziyuan's joys, sorrows, and sorrows, and unconsciously, he completely integrated into it and regarded himself as the real Xu Ziyuan.

Xu Ziyuan laughed, he laughed too, Xu Ziyuan was angry, he would be angry, Xu Ziyuan was sad, he would be sad......

"Ziyuan, are you ready, today is your big day. ā€

"Uh-huh, ready. Xu Ziyuan responded.

Today is the day of Xu Ziyuan's wedding, Qin An empathizes with it, and his heart is also very excited.

"Bang bang. ā€

The sound of firecrackers sounded, and the newcomers both worshiped heaven and earth.

After this day, Xu Ziyuan married his childhood sweetheart, Song Qing, a talented girl of a generation who was also born in a famous family.

"Ah~"

In the evening, Xu Ziyuan finished writing a page of recitals, stretched his waist with Hatche, and Song Qing walked behind him virtuously and gently pinched his shoulders for him.

When Xu Ziyuan continued to write, she obediently walked to the desk again, quietly studied ink for Xu Ziyuan, and added oil to the oil lamp from time to time.

"Husband, don't stay up late today, it's good to rest early. ā€

"Okay, it's up to you. ā€

An hour later, Xu Ziyuan blew out the candles, and on the bed, Song Qing shyly untied his clothes.

There was a strong sense of spring in this small bedroom for a while, and then it was turned red, and the two went to Wushan to enjoy bliss.

"Well, it hurts, husband, lightly"

"Uh-huh. ā€

......

After getting married, the couple raised their eyebrows, Qin Se and Ming, and they have always been happy, and Qin An also felt heartfelt satisfaction in it.

Three years later, they added a son and a daughter, and they made up a good word, and their lives were even happier.

Happy life is always very short, and after fifty years, Xu Ziyuan has already been dying.

On the bed, Xu Ziyuan, who was full of gorgeous hair, lay weakly, holding Song Qing's hand.

"Hey~ Qing'er, I'm very happy to have you in this life. ā€

"After I'm gone, you have to take care of yourself. ā€

After saying this, he let go of his hand and closed his eyes peacefully.

"I'm also very happy. Song Qing finally stared at Xu Ziyuan affectionately and slowly replied.

Qin An looked at this scene, his eyes were a little itchy.

He felt his vision slowly blur, he was a spirit, sad but not weeping, a sign that he was about to leave here.

He finally opened his eyes wide and looked around, intending to keep everything in his heart.

But at this time, he saw Song Qing standing on a stool with a white silk in his hand.

Song Qing tossed the white silk through the beams of the roof, she tied a knot, and then stuck her neck in.

"Don't. ā€

When Qin An saw this, he immediately understood something, he shouted bitterly, and two soul tears fell on his spiritual body.