The palace city is extremely large. They enter from the northwest corner, and the front is the Imperial Garden.
The sky has become completely dark. The Imperial Garden may be lush in the daytime and the scenery is beautiful. But at night, it seems to have completely changed. The shrubs are dark like monsters lying beside the road. The pavilions and towers appear lonely and silent in the night, as if
Witnessing countless years and secrets.
Elder Cao whispered to Zhenren Fang: "I heard you have been to the palace before?"
Fang Zhenren said briefly: "That happened decades ago."
"Isn't this the palace then?"
Zhenren Fang paused for a moment before saying, "The palace says there is a real dragon energy, but the popularity is mixed. The imperial capital has several dynasties and the resentment and murderous energy in the palace is too heavy, which is very inappropriate for those who practice.
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Since the incident in Xiuyuan Mountain, everyone has seen the changes of Fang Zhenren. He has become extremely silent. The man who used to be good at dancing and gentle is now so cold. Sometimes Qiuqiu even feels despair and sinister in his eyes.
.This kind of gaze made her feel shocked.
She was unable to let go of the real person of the other party because of the suffering her master had suffered.
When the master was in the most difficult time, Fang Zhenren turned around and left, lying on her plight. Not to mention the affection between the two, even ordinary friends should lend a helping hand.
When the master was still there, he had no expression. Now that the master is gone, nothing he says or does is useless.
They walked through the imperial garden and through numerous palaces.
After the emperor died, his sons fought endlessly. No one even wanted to bury this father. The emperor kept lying in the side hall of his past bedroom, and only two old eunuchs were still here. When he was alive, he must have responded.
Everyone in the world dares to obey. But now no one cares about a dead emperor who has no value anymore.
Elder Cao rolled up his sleeves and greeted Shi'er, "Master Feng, let's go in and take a look. This emperor is said to have died of sudden illness, and some people say he was murdered. Let's see why he lost his life.
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Shi'er turned to Qiuqiu and said, "You don't go in now, wait for me here."
Qiuqiu was not interested in an emperor who had been dead for many days. The body must have not been properly preserved, and you could smell a pungent smell at the entrance of the hall.
She nodded.
Elder Cao and Shi'er walked into the side hall, leaving Qiuqiu behind, Guan Wei, Fang Zhenren and two disciples waiting at the gate of the hall.
The entire palace city was a little quiet and strange, with no human voices or even no sounds from insects and birds. The high palace walls blocked the wind and trapped the place tightly.
There is no moon tonight. You can vaguely see stars in the sky, scattered in the distant sky.
This entire Forbidden Palace, no, the entire capital, exudes a sense of death in the end of the world. The people here have completely lost hope.
"What are you thinking?"
Qiuqiu turned his head and looked at Guan Wei.
He was dressed in black and almost integrated with the night. But his eyes were shining.
Qiuqiu was a little grateful to him for speaking out.
Guan Wei is a person who doesn’t like to talk, but Qiuqiu feels that there is someone who can talk. It is really a good thing to let her not be immersed in her own thoughts.
"I'm thinking..." Qiu Qiu paused for a moment and rationalized his thoughts: "The world regards us as gods, but our ability is actually very limited. We can neither revive the dead nor turn the tide. After all, we practice.
What is it for?"
Guan Wei didn't expect that she would say this.
He originally thought that she might be suffering from the killing she had seen before, or that she was thinking about everything that happened in this capital.
Why practice?
Guan Wei thought about this problem when he was very young.
At that time, he could give the answer without hesitation. Just like his master, for the sake of swordsmanship.
Born for the sword. Died for the sword.
Qiuqiu didn't expect Guan Wei to give her an answer.
She also knew that she had a strange idea.
At the beginning, she practiced not for herself, but because her master and senior sister asked her to practice and teach her to practice, so she embarked on this path in a daze. Later, she began to discover the joy in it. Every time she realized a level of experience
The truth is that every time there is a new discovery and feeling, it makes people feel moved and shocked.
At that time, she felt how broad the world was, and how insignificant and short a person's insights and ideas were.
Qiuqiu often feels that practicing is a process from self to selflessness.
But the changes and sufferings she has witnessed now make her confused.
She never felt that she was arrogant, and she would not regard ordinary people as ants. She had the ability, and she wanted to do something for these people.
"Did I think too much?"
Guan Wei shook his head: "No." He was not good at expressing himself. After pausing for a moment, he said: "You are right, we are not gods, we cannot call the wind and rain, and we do not have the magical power of resurrection. But we did not stand by and watch,
Otherwise, we wouldn't be standing here now."
Qiuqiu was stunned for a moment.
Guan Wei's words sounded like comfort at all.
But Qiuqiu knew that he was comforting her.
His words were like a wooden hammer, knocking her heart on the top of her head.
Yes, the reason they stand here is because they are trying and working hard.
Otherwise, why did they come to the Central Plains from thousands of miles away? They could stay in Jiufeng and keep it alone.
The principle is so simple, why can't she figured it out just now, and she got into the horns and couldn't get out?
"Thank you." Qiuqiu said thank you sincerely.
Guan Wei shook his head.
Fang Zhenren stood behind them in silence, and his gaze made people feel a little uncomfortable. Qiuqiu could not turn a blind eye to him, and asked politely and alienatedly: "What's wrong with Fang Zhenren?"
"I have something to ask you."
Guan Wei glanced at Qiuqiu and saw that she had agreed to it before leaving.
Fang Zhenren's voice was low and his tone was a tough one: "Did she... leave anything behind in the end?"
Qiuqiu looked at him blankly.
Did the master leave anything?
She doesn't remember it anymore.
No, it's not forgotten.
But when she recalled the last moment, she remembered what the master said in pieces and was very vague.
At that time, she only felt panic and despair. She tried her best to keep her master, but in the end she lost her.
Fang Zhenren took a step forward anxiously: "What did she leave behind?"
Qiuqiu shook her head: "No... the master said nothing."
She guessed that what Zhenren Fang wanted to ask was whether the master mentioned him.
The master did mention him, but he told Qiuqiu her past experience in a very calm and indifferent tone.
When she mentioned him, there was no love or hate in her calm voice.
Just like the one who is mentioned is an old friend with an ordinary friendship. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations, monthly votes, and your support are my greatest motivation.)
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