Qiuqiu also noticed that there are quite a few of these broken things like burnt beams and wood in this city. There are probably such things in the places where there are burnt houses.
If this kind of thing pops up in every house - it's not interesting at all.
Although looking at the ashes now makes people feel uncomfortable. There is something stuck in my throat, I can't swallow it or vomit it out, so I feel uncomfortable no matter how I think about it.
Everyone is unique in this world. No matter who sees himself being copied or killed in front of him, this is not a pleasant experience.
Qiuqiu is still curious about how Guan Wei can tell the truth at a glance. She told herself that she couldn't tell the difference between her and that counterfeit product at a glance. Of course, she has Huoer, this
It is difficult for the little guy to fake it. But Huo'er had not even had time to appear on the stage and the guard killed the fake, and the speed was so fast that it was lightning.
Guan Wei sat cross-legged on one side of the fire, holding a sword in one hand, tied his long hair with a hairband as dark as his clothes, lowering his eyes to regulate his breathing and exercise. Qiuqiu sat on the side of the fire with his knees in his arms, with his head
It was slightly tilted, as if it was asleep.
Guan Wei's eyes fell on her.
How to say it?
Just now, Qiuqiu asked him how he could tell the truth at a glance, but he really couldn't say it.
When I saw it at first, I knew the fake one in my heart, and there was no reason.
Qiuqiu did not sleep soundly.
Almost as soon as she closed her eyes, she found herself in a dream.
It was vague, and I felt a little clear in my heart. But I couldn't get rid of everything in front of me.
She sat on the small side of the sedan chair, with curtains rolled up on both sides. You could clearly see that it was late spring outside, and the willow catkins were flying lightly all over the sky.
There was such a small ball that flew into the sedan chair.
Snow white, soft.
She saw her reaching out to catch the ball of willow catkins. After a while, the willow catkins were rubbed into a thin line in her hand, and it was time to get off the sedan chair.
The courtyard is not big. The peach blossoms are blooming to the end, and they are so gorgeous that they are a bit exhausted.
She thought to herself that she finally got home...
The little uneasiness in her heart was completely abandoned by her.
In the open window, someone was writing under the window. She looked through the window. The man in the window looked up and smiled at her, and she smiled, a little shy.
This person should be her husband... But why did a small voice in my heart say disdainfully, "Who is this person? I don't know him at all?"
"Come back?"
She nodded and replied: "Yes."
“Is the marriage lively?”
"It's very lively, the room is full of guests, and the flowing mats are placed on the street." She walked into the room, washed her hands, rolled up her sleeves to polish the ink for him.
"Are you tired? I'm sick again and can't go with you."
"I don't feel tired either. There is too much fun. The gongs, drums, firecrackers are terrifying. I still feel the buzzing sound in my ears. I don't want to go next time if there is such a thing."
The person beside him smiled, as if he had seen through her words intently.
This kind of plain and quiet happiness is the feeling that others say is quiet and peaceful?
But... I still think something is wrong.
The person who wrote, his hands gently covered her hands and polished ink with both hands.
His hands were slender, and her fingers were slender. Grinding them gently and evenly, one by one, the ink slowly dripped away from the edge of the inkstone.
The red sleeves add fragrance, and the husband and wife follow.
It's just something is wrong.
Qiuqiu's ink-grinding hand stopped and put down the ink strips.
No, not right.
This is not her life, and he doesn't recognize the man next to him!
Is this a nightmare?
When I thought of this, everything around me suddenly changed. Bright red blood flowed down from the man's forehead and flowed all over his face. A fire ignited around him, and someone ran in panic.
She wanted to move, but she couldn't.
A broken beam and pillar above his head dragged the flames and smashed it down at her.
Qiuqiu suddenly opened his eyes.
Guan Wei found that her breath was rapid and he pressed one hand on her back to help her regulate her breath.
"What's wrong?"
"Nightmare." Qiuqiu calmed down.
This is unusual.
In fact, very few people who practice Taoism dream. Sometimes, dreams may represent opportunities, but more often, they may be nightmare or inner demons.
Neither of these are good things.
Qiuqiu now feels that this abandoned city is completely evil.
There is no positive opponent here. You know this is wrong, but you can't defeat it.
Guan Wei heard the footsteps first, and he stood up.
Shi'er walked through the courtyard and walked in.
Qiuqiu was fully focused. Is this true or false?
Shi'er glanced at them and said in a calm tone: "Have you met you too?"
Qiuqiu's inexplicable heart relaxed.
This is Shi'er.
Although she hadn't gotten close and hadn't seen the eyes or subtleties, her feelings told him that it was true.
Qiuqiu went up to him and held his hand.
"Why did you suddenly disappear? I...I also met a fake you."
Shi'er comforted her for the first time: "You are worried, aren't you hurt?"
Qiuqiu shook his head.
There is no injury, it is just this kind of thing that makes people feel uncomfortable.
And she had a nightmare just now.
"I suddenly appeared in another place in the city, and I was still confused. I took some effort to get out."
This time it was Qiuqiu's turn to care for him: "You are not injured, are you? Is it dangerous?"
"No. What they confuse is the heart of people, and they won't really hurt people."
Qiuqiu grabbed Shi'er and refused to let go, and listened to him telling his experience just now.
Shi'er is not a good narrator. Even for a very thrilling journey, he can also use a few dry sentences to describe it. Qiuqiu wants to ask about the details. He will not answer.
The pen is really used to make him perfect.
"Have you ever met me...fake?"
Shi'er nodded.
"Then...you killed me too?"
This is a bit strange, but you can understand the meaning.
Shi'er still nodded.
Qiuqiu looked at him and forced a big problem back to his heart.
She wanted to ask what the fake Qiuqiu that Shi'er met looked like, what she wanted to do to him, how long it took him to identify the real or fake, and whether he had experienced some intense psychological activities when he killed her
The war between heaven and man or something.
After all...even if it is fake, can he start so happily with the same face as her?
Qiuqiu was silent. She didn't have much hope for whether Shi'er would be kind and soft-hearted. Just look after the guards. The flying sword cut her head directly, like chopping melons and vegetables, so neat.
But if Shi'er asked her the counterfeit she encountered, what did she want to do to her... This question is really not easy to answer.
The fake guy actually didn't take any advantage of her. Even if he took a little advantage, it wasn't the fault of Qiuqiu. But Qiuqiu was inexplicably guilty.
She held Shi'er's hand and refused to let go. She was afraid that something would happen if she let go. Either she disappeared or he disappeared. She met piles of fakes one after another, which was really annoying.
It's right.
Shi'er seemed to know what she was thinking, and held her hand back and never let it go.
In this moment when the night is mixed with dawn, Qiuqiu looked at the ruins around him and felt even more desolate.
In such a seemingly harmonious silence, the sun rose. The demons and monsters at night seemed to retreat with the darkness, and the three of them set off again.
Qiuqiu looked back at the dilapidated courtyard that had been overnight last night.
She was in a daze. In the morning mist, the old and dilapidated appearance of the yard seemed to be covered with a new layer of shell, with neat eaves and flying catkins.
She turned her head.
They don't know the origin of the city. They don't know what happened here, nor can they explain the appearance of these hallucinations.
Qiuqiu's toes touched something. She lowered her head.
It was the half of the inkstone she picked up in the house yesterday.
She bent down and picked it up.
Is it really an illusion?
In the dream, the ink she grinded and the inkstone had exquisite embossed patterns on the edges.
Qiuqiu's eyes fell on the inkstone that was only half left. She bent down and placed the inkstone on a stone platform before leaving the door.
Perhaps before it became a ruin here, there were indeed people writing under the spring window, and someone beside him grinding ink for him.
But those things are no longer real, just like the floating fluff of willow trees and the hallucinations at night.
Qiuqiu took two steps and kept up with Shi'er and Guan Wei's steps.
Their real challenge was only encountered on the third day.
The poisonous marsh was added with poisonous fog, and the tiny poisonous insects that were almost invisible to the naked eye. They were trapped in this area of only a few dozen miles in a radius for two days.
The days that followed were not easy. Qiuqiu quickly threw the ruins of Huacheng behind him and had no time to think about those things. There were a lot of disciples entering the trial cave, but not everyone could
I kept walking unswervingly. Some people even failed to exit on the second floor. When I passed the third floor, almost half of them were left.
Until a long time later, Qiuqiu suddenly remembered her experience in the Trial Cave. Somehow, among so many obstacles, she was the most impressed by the night in Huacheng.
What people find it difficult to recognize is not strangers, but people around you who are with you day and night.
No, it is yourself who is more difficult to recognize than those around you.
Do you really know yourself, do you know yourself? Do you know what you are like and what you are doing?
Perhaps many people have had a flash of god at some point.
who I am?
What am I doing? Why am I doing this?
Is my life what I want now?
Is my life really meaningful?
Maybe we have been trying hard to be the self in the eyes of others, but have forgotten what we are the true self. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations, monthly votes, and your support is my greatest
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ps: The Trial Hole was originally planned to be described in one sentence, but I didn’t expect it to be written so long. However, the next chapter or tomorrow, the trial journey will be over. Hurry up and do the important work.
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