With a loud bang, the strings broke, making a harsh sound, as if the piano was weeping.
Meng Zhen looked at his hand, every finger was as flawless as if it had been carefully carved by God, without a trace of scratches.
She is gone, and this Qin doesn't recognize anyone anymore.
Meng Zhen withdrew her hand, and with a flick of her sleeve, the broken yaoqin was put away by her.
The scenery was the same as before, the begonias were still the same, the layers of begonia flowers covered the whole garden, and there was a gust of wind from nowhere, and countless begonia flowers trembled on the branches, dropping their petals rustling.
The bright red petals fell like rain, and Meng Zhen seemed to see her standing under the tree smiling at him in a trance.
Meng Zhen reached out his hand subconsciously, but caught nothing.
Taking a closer look, there was nothing under the tree except for the petals of begonia scattered all over the place.
Meng Zhen regained his emotions and turned to leave.
After killing her with her own hands, every time she subconsciously turned her head to look for someone, she would ask herself in her heart, do you regret it
Meng Zhen is just like her name. In this life, there is only true, not false.
She couldn't lie to herself, she actually didn't regret it.
Even if the deceased is gone, she will never be able to see her again in this life and in the next life, but she will still make the same choice when she starts over.
She does love Qiao Shuang, but the person she loves more than Qiao Shuang is herself.
She has understood a truth since she was a child, the weak are not qualified to have the right to speak, human life is fragile, she does not want to die, she wants to live, to live forever and ever.
Both Meng Zhen and Qiao Shuang were orphans. Meng Zhen saw her parents and family members being killed by Xie Xiu with his own eyes. Xie Xiu left in a hurry, and she and Qiao Shuang escaped by hiding in the cellar.
The so-called decent cultivator who arrived late saved her and Qiao Shuang, and brought them both into the sect.
Everything seems to be developing in a good direction, but fate is always so cruel, you think it will not get worse, but worse things happen.
Meng Zhen and Qiao Shuang were quite qualified in their cultivation, but they were not sky-defying, and their cultivation bases were almost the same as those of the big family children who had piled on them with medicine pills.
There is no background, and the aptitude is not outstanding enough to attract the attention of the elders in charge, plus the appearance is gorgeous.
In the world of monks, it is much more open than in the world of mortals. After all, the life span is long, and it is meaningless to be too rigid about chastity, so whoever likes it is boldly pursued.
There are many monks in the sect who frequently show affection to Meng Zhen and Qiao Shuang, but both Meng Zhen and Qiao Shuang agreed to practice hard and not waste time on love affairs.
Beauty does not want to be forced, and most people are rejected if they are rejected, and there will be no follow-up. But there are always some people who like to play strong, and the more challenging women feel, the more difficult they are.
The young master of a certain big family fell in love with Meng Zhen. He loves cold beauties the most, and likes to see beauties who are usually indifferent and indifferent to himself - crying and begging for mercy under pear blossoms and rain.
Although Wang Ershao and Meng Zhen are both divine transformations, they are both piled up with heaven and earth treasures. If they really do it, they will definitely not be Meng Zhen's opponents.
But Wang Ershao is backed by a big family, and his parents dote on him very much. You don't need to do it yourself at all, just ask a few people to do it yourself.
In Wang Ershao's view, it is just for fun to force the beauty to be captured by many people, and there is no need to make it so big. He asked a few senior brothers who have completed the spiritual transformation stage to surround Meng Zhen.
Although Meng Zhen practiced hard and had rich practical experience, he couldn't beat a few cultivators whose cultivation was higher than his own.
When she was subdued, childhood memories came to Meng Zhen's mind. When her parents were killed, she was a child and couldn't do anything.
When she was caught and insulted, she couldn't resist, even though she was already a monk in the spiritual transformation period.
This world is always so cruel, whether in the mortal world or in the monk world. Why is she always the one being bullied? Why
Meng Zhen kept asking herself in her heart that her lips had been bitten by him, and red blood beads rolled down the two grounds, her eyes were fierce as if they were about to slash Wang Ershao and the others.
Wang Ershao not only did not feel disappointed, but even more excited. He stroked Meng Zhen's slick face with his hand, and his eyes were obsessed and full of lust.
"Look at this stubborn look, be fiercer. But no matter how fierce, don't you want to toss and turn under me?" Wang Ershao swallowed, and hurriedly threw the person on the couch. .
Meng Zhen's cultivation base was sealed, and the immortal rope was tied to his body, so he could only move his legs slightly on the soft collapse. The clothes on her body have been damaged due to the previous fight, she struggled desperately again, and the white skin exposed was really eye-catching.
Wang Ershao licked his lips, and he said to the other monks, "Let's all go out."
Several other cultivators were also heartbroken when they saw it. Such top-notch beauties are not uncommon, and this cultivator can't play bad no matter how he plays.
Wang Er rarely sees a few people still, and his expression is a little displeased, "Tsk, what are you still doing? Get out now!"
The other monks left reluctantly. Before leaving, they closed the door and sealed the ban again.
If the young master of the Wang family wants to play with women, he must have fun and not be disturbed. Unfortunately, these ordinary monks don't even have a chance to listen to the corner.
Although Meng Zhen hated him extremely, his mind was still clear. She knew that it would be useless no matter how anxious she was at this time. It was better to analyze the current situation and find a way to escape the danger.
She didn't want to be invaded by such a disgusting man. Where did Wang Ershao touch her, she must chop it up.
Meng Zhen deliberately pretended to be submissive, Wang Ershao also relaxed his vigilance, and said all kinds of coaxing words.
"As long as you cooperate well, beauty, you will definitely be indispensable for your cultivation resources in the future. If you are comfortable with serving me, you will also have a place to go to Bodhi Little World." Wang Ershao explained Mengzhen's clothes as he spoke, his eyes squinting. Looking at it makes me feel sick.
Meng Zhen lowered his eyes, made a shy and hesitant look, and asked, "Really?"
Wang Er Shao lewdly laughed, "Of course it's true, beauty, let me kiss one."
How could it be true, Wang Ershao didn't have the leisurely interest to make a quota for Meng Zhen, and he just deceived the beauties. Now let's talk about it.
Meng Zhenzhen knew very well, but she did not point it out, but made an appearance as if she already believed.
Wang Ershao hurriedly tore the clothes on Meng Zhen's body without any tenderness. If Wang Ershao looked up at Meng Zhen's face, he would find that Meng Zhen's eyes were full of undisguised killing intent.
He had already killed Wang Ershao millions of times in his heart, but Meng Zhen's voice was so delicate and tender.
"This bundle of immortal ropes is tied to me and is uncomfortable, Second Young Master, can you help me untie it?"
Wang Ershao was a little hesitant for the Dong people who buried their heads around Meng Zhen's neck.
Meng Zhen continued: "Second Young Master, how can I serve you when you tie me up? And my cultivation base is blocked, are you still afraid that I can't be a woman?"
Wang Ershao also felt that it was not enough fun to tie people all the time, so he untied the immortal tie. The strength of Meng Zhen, whose cultivation base was suppressed, was no different from that of an ordinary mortal. He, a monk in the spiritual transformation stage, wanted to subdue a mortal, but it was just a matter of moving his fingers.
A trace of killing intent flashed in Meng Zhen's drooping eyes, who finally got rid of the immortal cable, but she was quickly restrained.
Meng Zhen was flattering, and Wang Ershao's vigilance was even lower.
When she was about to reach the last step, Meng Zhen forcibly activated the spiritual power in the meridians, and every inch of her body seemed to be cut by an invisible knife, but her complexion was as usual, and her delicate hand fell on Wang Ershao's hand. chest.
The hand moved up little by little, and finally stopped on Wang Ershao's neck.
"Elysium is even more interesting than this." Meng Zhen said with a smile.
Wang Ershao didn't realize the meaning of Meng Zhen's words for a while, but the next moment his eyes suddenly popped, and his mouth was open and struggling.
Just before Wang Ershao was about to be strangled by Meng Zhen, Meng Zhen let go of his strength.
It's a pity to let people die like this, Meng Zhen chuckled and crushed Wang Ershao's chin, making it impossible for people to make any calls.
Meng Zhenwu's hair was loose and his lips were bright red. She condescendingly looked down at Wang Ershao who was like a dead dog, as if looking at him one more time would contaminate her eyes.
"How could a person like you go to Elysium? After death, he should go to hell." Meng Zhen laughed while crushing Wang Ershao's--.
Wang Ershao was in extreme pain, but Meng Zhen's jaw had been crushed, and now he could only make a broken sound from the depths of his throat.
At this time, Wang Ershao was like a skinned lamb that could only be slaughtered. His wide eyes were full of terror and begging for mercy. But what's the use of this? He had tortured other people like this countless times, and he never wanted to be soft-hearted at that time.
Meng Zhen's cheeks were stained with blood, like red plums blooming in the snow.
There were blood spots all over the couch, Meng Zhen slowly wiped the blood on his hands with a silk cloth. She knew that she couldn't stay here any longer, and she had to pay the price for killing Wang Ershao.
As for regret, she never knew how to spell regret in her life. As long as she does, she will never regret it.
After killing Wang Ershao, Meng Zhen's mind was calmer than ever before. She was thinking about how to get out, and there were several monks in the spirit transformation period outside.
Meng Zhen looked at the objects in the room, and finally landed on the storage ring of the dead Wang Ershao.
After searching for the storage ring, Meng Zhen found the same useful magic weapon. This magic weapon can temporarily change his appearance, and the effect can only last for three hours. Probably because the ability is too tasteless, and it is of no use to Wang Ershao, so it has not been used in the storage ring.
After a while, 'Wang Er Shao' took care of his messy clothes and walked out of the room. The cultivator who had been guarding outside curiously probed into the room, but before he could see clearly the door was closed by 'Wang Er Shao'.
"The beauty is still resting, don't disturb her for the time being."
'Wang Ershao' took two steps and found that these monks were still following him. He threw two bottles of medicinal pills from the storage ring, "This is a good thing, keep it."
The second young master of the Wang family had all the good things in his hands. These people couldn't help but look at the pills immediately, and didn't notice that 'Second Young Master Wang' was different from usual.
This Wang Ershao was changed by Meng Zhen, and she didn't care how many flaws she showed, because she knew from the beginning that she couldn't hide it for long.
After leaving Wang Ershao's tasting flower building, Meng Zhen bumped into Qiao Shuang who came in a hurry. When Qiao Shuang heard the news that Meng Zhen was entangled by Wang Ershao, she was in a hurry and rushed over immediately.
Qiao Shuang is just in the early days of her spiritual transformation. She knows that she has no power or power, and her cultivation is only at a medium level among her peers, but whether she can fight or not, she will help Meng Zhen without hesitation.
But Qiao Shuang couldn't even enter Hualou, and was stopped directly outside.
When the people who stopped Qiao Shuang outside saw Meng Zhen, they immediately saluted respectfully, and Meng Zhen snorted against Wang Ershao's face, which was regarded as a response.
"Is the little beauty here to look for your sister?" Meng Zhen laughed condescendingly, and with Wang Ershao's skin, he really had the temperament of a rogue.
Qiao Shuang looked at Meng Zhen with hostile eyes, "Where did you hide Meng Zhen?"
Meng Zhen smiled, and she hugged Qiao Shuang's slender waist, "Want to know? Just listen to me and tell you."
Those servants who serve Wang Ershao have long been accustomed to Wang Ershao's virtue, and it is normal for Wang Ershao to talk to beautiful women like this.
Qiao Shuang usually looks weak and weak, the kind of girl who is easy to talk, but when things touch her bottom line, she will never be weak.
Qiao Shuang shook off Meng Zhen's hand and said angrily, "I don't believe you, let me see Meng Zhen first."
Meng Zhen whispered to Qiao Shuang, briefly explained what had just happened, and asked Qiao Shuang to act with him.
Qiao Shuang's eyes changed for a moment, but soon returned to her angry look.
"Believe it or not, but your choice is to believe." Meng Zhen made a frivolous look.
Qiao Shuang seemed to have made a fierce inner struggle, and finally nodded reluctantly.
"Okay, I'll listen to you."
"It's almost the same. First, accompany me to Zhichun Pavilion. If you're happy with me, I'll let you see her." After that, Meng Zhen hugged Qiao Shuang's waist again.
These words were too much in the usual tone of Wang Ershao, and those people watched Meng Zhen and Qiao Shuang go away unsuspecting.
As soon as they left the sect, Meng Zhen and Qiao Shuang swiftly took their swords and headed towards the North Sea, leaving without even packing the things in the cave.
The area of Beihai is still neglected. All kinds of unidentified cultivators and cultivators who are being hunted down are all entrenched here. In addition to these people, there are also rare and precious monsters, and their cultivation is not weaker than that of ordinary monks.
It was an extremely chaotic and dangerous place, but Meng Zhen and Qiao Shuang now had no choice but to go to Beihai.
Wang Ershao's life card was broken, even if Meng Zhen didn't kill Wang Ershao, with the domineering temperament of Wang's family, all the people Wang Ershao had contact with before his death would be killed by anger.
So Meng Zhen had no choice but to hide in the Beihai.
Before entering Beihai, Meng Zhen said to Qiao Shuang: "Just come here, don't follow me anymore. I killed Wang Ershao, it has nothing to do with you, you can change your name and surname and still be at ease outside."
Qiao Shuang shook his head and said, "No, I want to follow you. You were my only relative when I was a parent, and I'll be there wherever you are. Besides, Beihai is full of crises. Two people are better than one."
Meng Zhen understands what Qiao Shuang said. She and Qiao Shuang grew up together and practiced together. They have never been separated in this life, and she does not want to be separated from Qiao Shuang.
In the end, Meng Zhen said: "Okay, you go in with me. A Shuang, we have to become stronger, otherwise anyone can bully us. I don't want to live like this anymore, A Shuang, when we become immortals, we will find them together. Living in a paradise, can you say it?"
Qiao Shuang held Meng Zhen's hand, and she said, "Okay, it's agreed."
"Um."
The two crossed the border of the North Sea hand in hand, and once they left, they could not look back.
Meng Zhen really became an immortal later, and she also lived in seclusion in that peach-like valley, but there was no Qiao Shuang by her side.
Oaths are always unreliable, but Qiao Shuang chose to believe.
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As Meng Zhen expected, Wang Ershao's death was not hidden for too long, and the Wang family soon realized that Wang Ershao was dead.
The ancestor of the Wang family used special magic to restore the scene before Wang Ershao's death, and also learned that the person who killed his grandson was Meng Zhen.
The Wang family sent a few masters from the top stage to hunt down Meng Zhen. Even if Meng Zhen took Qiao Shuang and hid in Beihai, the masters sent by the Wang family did not show any signs of flinching.
Meng Zhen and Qiao Shuang made a breakthrough in their cultivation in Beihai, a place with many dangers. Both of them have reached the stage of spiritual transformation, and they can make a breakthrough as long as there is a little more opportunity.
These masters of the Wang family couldn't use their hands and feet in places like Beihai. They not only had to track Meng Zhen's whereabouts, but also guarded against the monsters peeping at them in the dark.
I don't know what special method the Wang family used, and they almost killed Meng Zhen several times. Fortunately, Meng Zhen was used to being vigilant in Beihai, so he avoided it.
But this also made the Wang family's masters gradually lose their patience, and made the move to kill Meng Zhen. As for the people who have been with Meng Zhen all the time, of course, they were killed together. If they are with Meng Zhen, they are not innocent, they should die.
Meng Zhen and Qiao Shuang were at an important juncture in breaking through, and this time they almost lost their lives, and they fled into the seabed in embarrassment.
The so-called North Sea actually includes a large foggy forest and adjacent sea areas on the north side of the mainland. Although the foggy forest is dangerous, you can still survive if you are careful, but if you enter the sea, it can be said that there is no return.
Meng Zhen and Qiao Shuang were inferior to the masters of the Wang family, and they were also weak in numbers. Now that he was attacked and seriously injured, facing the master of the Wang family directly, there is no doubt that he will die, and there is still a chance to enter the North Sea waters.
As long as there is a chance to survive, Meng Zhen will never give up.
Qiao Shuang is not as badly injured as Meng Zhen. If she is separated from Meng Zhen now, her chances of surviving will definitely be higher than with Meng Zhen, but like she said herself, she will always stay by Meng Zhen's side.
Under the pressure of the masters of the Wang family, Meng Zhen and Qiao Shuang drowned in the sea together.
The sea is far more dangerous than the foggy forests along the coast. The cultivation base is comparable to the monster beasts. Water is their main battlefield. Here, even if your cultivation base is slightly higher than the monster beasts, you are also at a disadvantage, not to mention Meng Zhen and Qiao Shuang were seriously injured at this time.
The two of them went to a place where ancient alien beasts slept. Although it was dangerous, ordinary monsters dared not approach.
However, the masters sent by the Wang family did not chase after him. I don't know if they didn't go into the sea, or they died after going into the sea.
The escape from the dead this time made both of them break through the realm and officially entered the period of aspiration.
Even if you win the title, you can't come and go freely in the North Sea, and you must be careful.
The greater the pressure, the faster the cultivation speed. In the outside world, with their aptitudes, if they want to cultivate from the early stage to the pinnacle of the ascension, it is impossible for them not to have a hundred years. But here, in just 30 years, they are infinitely approaching the pinnacle of their aspirations.
Thirty years later, the Wang family had long thought that Meng Zhen and Qiao Shuang had died in Beihai.
In today's world of self-cultivation, there are very few people who ascend to immortals, and the monks who are at the top can already run rampant. In addition, the strengths of Meng Zhen and Qiao Shuang are both tempered in daily life and death, which is far beyond the comparison of those cultivators who practice regularly.
Even if the Wang family finds out that Meng Zhen is not dead, Meng Zhen is not afraid at all.
The two had agreed to find a paradise to live in seclusion together after ascending to immortality, but immortality was so difficult. After reaching the peak, they stayed in Beihai for more than ten years, but there was no sign of a breakthrough in their cultivation.
Shengxian is far away, and there is no sect that will take them in now. The matter of seclusion was also put on the agenda, and Meng Zhen found a place like a fairyland.
There are mountains, trees, flowers and water here. In the spring, the breeze comes in waves, and the begonia flowers in the forest make a slight rustling sound under the wind.
"Ah Zhen, it's so nice here." Qiao Shuang jumped gently, and she reached out and folded off a splendid begonia flower.
At this time, it was April, and the begonias were blooming beautifully.
Qiao Shuang lowered her head and sniffed the flowers lightly, then raised her head and smiled at Meng Zhen: "People in the world say that begonias are colored but have no fragrance. If you smell them carefully, they are clearly fragrant, but they are lighter."
Meng Zhen didn't know whether she was stunned by looking at the flowers, or looked at people insane, but Qiao Shuang called her twice before she returned to her soul.
"It's really fragrant."
Qiao Shuang walked to the stone table with the begonia branch and inserted the flower into the white jade vase. She continued, "Watching begonia in late spring, watching lotus in summer, chrysanthemum in autumn, and plum blossom in winter. Days are poetic and picturesque, but they are unavoidable. A little quiet."
"Then I'll think of a way to be lively," Meng Zhen said.
It was just the two of them here. Outsiders would lose their peace when they came. Qiao Shuang only regarded Meng Zhen as a joke and forgot about it for a long time.
One day, Qiao Shuang woke up on the soft collapse. She looked at the open window, and the sun was shining brightly in the early morning. Qiao Shuang put on a dress and stayed at the bed. Standing by the window, she saw the peony planted under the window in full bloom.
Qiao Shuang likes to take care of some flowers and plants on weekdays. At this time, when she sees the peony plants she has planted, she immediately goes out of the bamboo house to see the peony flowers.
In fact, with Qiao Shuang's cultivation base, planting plants can completely rely on aura to ripen, and half a day's effort can make a plant from budding to flowering and fruiting, but Qiao Shuang did not do this.
Because if she did, she would lose her original purpose of planting flowers.
She and Meng Zhen have been together for a long time, so don't worry about the time, everything can be done slowly.
"Quack, you look so good-looking."
Qiao Shuang, who was looking at the peony flowers, suddenly felt that something soft was hitting her calf. She looked down and saw a chubby little frog staring at her with dark eyes.
"Little thing, where did you come from?" Qiao Shuang held the little frog in her palm.
The little frog stretched out his short hand and stroked Qiao Shuang's palm, "It's your baby."
"Baby?" Qiao Shuang didn't remember that she had given birth to a child.
But even if it is born, it will not give birth to a frog.
At this time, a voice came from behind Qiao Shuang, "Isn't it too deserted here, I found it to accompany you."
The little frog nodded vigorously, and quackly said that he was hungry.
Qiao Shuang glanced at Meng Zhen, and then at the little frog who opened its mouth and waited to feed, and couldn't help laughing.
"It feels like the valley is a little more lively."
It's really not good for outsiders to come to the valley, and a cute and loving spirit pet like a little frog is more suitable.
Meng Zhen and Qiao Shuang had long been fasted, and they couldn't find many things to eat in the valley. However, the little frog twisted his body with a pitiful expression and said that he was hungry, and Qiao Shuang could not bear to let the little frog continue to be hungry.
In the end, Qiao Shuang asked Meng Zhen to roast a bird. After it was cooked, Meng Zhen tore off the shredded meat and fed it to the little frog.
The little frog's mouth was full of oil, and his body was shaking.
Qiao Shuang took out the handkerchief to help the little frog wipe the oil off his mouth, and wrinkled his nose, "It's really dirty."
The little frog pouted, "Mama, don't you like me?"
Seeing that the golden beans are about to fall if he is not comforted, Qiao Shuang immediately said: "I like it."
"Mama, I like you too!" The little frog immediately hugged Qiao Shuang's fingers and chirped.
Qiao Shuang turned to Meng Zhen and said, "Azhen, thank you."
Meng Zhen poked the little frog's rounder body with his finger, and said, "There is no need to thank you and I, and I like it quite a bit."
The little frog, who was forced to roll in a circle, said, "I also like really numb."
There was a little frog in the valley, and the life of Meng Zhen and Qiao Shuang became lively. The little frog was like a child of the two.
Another spring, Qiao Shuang was sitting under the tree and playing the piano, while Meng Zhen was drinking green plum wine.
In a wine glass, a certain frog was dizzy, his face was flushed, and from time to time he spit out a bubble with the smell of alcohol.
Days like this seem to go on forever, but it just seems like that.
If you don't become immortal, you can't talk about eternity.
Countless people have stepped into the path of self-cultivation in order to seek longevity, but longevity is so difficult.
For mortals, monks have a long life, and they will be satisfied if they can live a hundred years and a thousand more. But if you really become a monk, you will find that even a monk, life is so short.
After one retreat and practice, several decades have passed in the blink of an eye, and it is normal for a hundred years of cultivation without a trace of diligence.
Having seen the birth, old age, sickness and death of mortals, how can you bear to die from exhaustion
The ratio of monks to immortals is like the ratio of mortals to monks. Meng Zhen wanted to live forever, but she was unwilling to die like this.
Meng Zhen can clearly feel that her future will stop here, and her upper limit determines that she can no longer move forward.
The word Shengxian seems to be a moat, no matter how hard you try, you can't cross it.
But there is a way to make Meng Zhen touch the edge of Shengxian again, and that is to abandon the original swordsmanship and cultivate the ruthless way.
If you want to get something, you have to pay a corresponding price. Meng Zhen still doesn't know what price she has to pay. To be more precise, she feels it faintly, but she just thinks she doesn't know anything.
Ruthless, the word ruthlessness seems to have said everything.
Meng Zhen has always been an ambitious person. Once she decides to do something, she will never look back. Just like back then, even if she knew she would die in the North Sea, she still had no turning back, and it turned out that she won the bet.
Once again, she also believed that she would win.
If successful, she will become immortal, immortal. If she fails, she will die under thunder.
Even one who is qualified to take a step forward risks death. Before ascending to immortality, the monk has to experience a death catastrophe.
Satisfaction with the status quo is 100% death, and if you give it a try, you may become immortal.
On the eve of the calamity, Qiao Shuang didn't know whether she noticed it or not. She said to Meng Zhen, "Azhen, after you ascend to immortality, you still have a long time to come. If I die, take good care of the little frog."
Meng Zhen felt as if his throat was blocked by a ball of cotton.
The sky has darkened, and the large dark clouds condensed together, gradually forming a huge vortex.
In the center of the whirlpool, there are lightning flashes from time to time, and the roar of the lightning grows louder as it goes behind.
In the small bamboo hut that was enchanted, the little frog was sleeping soundly, and all the storms and sounds from the outside world were isolated. For it, today seems to be no different from usual.
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The soul-killing thorn sank into Qiao Shuang's chest, blood splattered on Meng Zhen's face, and a drop just landed in the corner of Meng Zhen's eyes. The thick and colorful blood slowly slipped down, like a drop of blood and tears from Meng Zhen.
"Ah...really..." Qiao Shuang finally called Mengzhen's name again, maybe she had something else to say, but she died before she could finish speaking.
Meng Zhen stared at Qiao Shuang's bloodless face, and took a long time to slowly embrace him.
The thunder dissipated, but the dark clouds still shrouded the sky. With a tick, when the first drop of rain falls, others follow.
Crashing, the rain fell endlessly, washing away all traces.
It rained all day and night, and the little frog in the bamboo house woke up in the evening. It jumped to the window and looked out, but the rain was so heavy that the water mist brought by the heavy rain covered the scenery outside. Thick layers of yarn.
The little frog groaned strangely about why the mothers hadn't come back yet, and it was about to melt.
After waiting for several days, the little frog paralyzed into a piece of frog cake by the window before seeing Meng Zhen.
"Really mother!" The little frog has a sharp mouth now, and finally doesn't call his mother Ma Ma.
Meng Zhen, who came back, seemed to be a different person. The little frog didn't understand anything, but he felt that Meng Zhen was a little scary. He shrank to make his presence weaker.
From that day on, the little frog changed his name to Meng Zhen as the master, and Meng Zhen gave the little frog strength. Although it is very strong to not starve to death, the little frog is not as happy as before.
It wanted to ask where Shuangshuang's mother went, but every time it saw Meng Zhen's face, it didn't dare to ask anything.
Meng Zhen still lives in this valley, and there are traces of their past together everywhere. No matter where she goes, Qiao Shuang's appearance will appear in her mind for the first time.
She was leaning against the begonia tree, the shadows of the trees moved in the wind, and the tiny spots of light swayed on Meng Zhen's eyelids.
The birds on the branch chirped, and Meng Zhen's consciousness fell into a dream.
It had been a long time since she had a dream, in which she was back when they had just moved to this valley.
Qiao Shuang played the piano, she made tea, and the air was filled with the fragrance of flowers and tea. The days passed by, although it was dull, but it made people feel happy.
She wished the dream was longer, longer, better never wake up.
But she still woke up and opened her eyes. It was already mid-winter, the begonia flowers had already withered, and even the last few withered leaves were swept away by the wind.
The noon light fell directly on her face. The sun looked bright and hot, but Meng Zhen felt it was cold.
How long can a dream last
No matter how long it is, as long as the dream is alive, there will be one day to wake up.
Meng Zhen knew clearly that the only person she loved most in her life was herself. She loves Qiao Shuang, but Qiao Shuang is always behind other things.
But why is she so sad? The heart seems to be empty, and it is always aching.
She wants people to return to her side. There is a secret method in ancient times, and finding a hundred pure souls can bring back the souls of the dead.
Qiao Shuang is a monk, so these hundred pure souls also need a certain level of cultivation, otherwise the energy will be insufficient and Qiao Shuang's soul will not be recalled.
This secret method has been around for a long time, but no one has ever used it successfully. This is more like giving a thought to the living, so that the living will always have an illusory wish that the dead will eventually come back.
Meng Zhen came to an unformed world in pursuit, and she came to the left of the hundredth sacrifice.
In fact, when Meng Zhen collected the 65th purest soul, she already understood that this secret technique would never succeed, but she continued.
If she doesn't, she can't even find the meaning of her own life.
The left side said to her: "Master, everyone wants to be promoted to immortals, and they all seek longevity, but after longevity, when they turn their heads and look around, there is no one around. What's the point of such longevity?"
Yeah, what's the point. It doesn't make sense anymore.
In the illusion she weaved, the left side fell into the same choice as her, and the one on the left side chose to push away her lover, even though she knew that she would only die if she knew that the only way to bear the thunder was death.
She will never be on the left. She is too ambitious and arrogant, thinking that she is invulnerable, but in the end, she is self-inflicted and hurts herself.
Immortal and immortal fairy, in front of Tiandao, will only end up in a state of sway.
This time she fell into a long sleep, and since then
- Can't wake up from a dream.
The author has something to say: ○ Next, there will be a special episode of the secret of the world, which is unfolded from the perspective of mother. I've only written one-fifth of it, and I'll post it when I'm done. The next chapter is also very important, you must read it
○The story of Master is finally finished. In fact, I only planned to write 3,000 words. Who would have thought that the longer I wrote, the more it would get closer to 9,000, but I have explained everything that should be explained. Readers who have read my previous articles should know that I like to put unfinished stories on the sidelines. It is definitely not a perfunctory writing in the main text, but it is too long and abrupt to write everything in the main text.
○ It seems that there is no, in fact, the master wants to die, but the immortal is immortal, and suicide is useless. The story of her past is not written for the sake of whitewashing, it's just that hateful people must be pitiful, and she doesn't need sympathy.
She will surely die in the end, and she must pay for her sins. Lost the person you love most, and also lost the longevity you wanted most. She is too greedy and wants too much, but because of greed, she can only have nothing in the end.
As for whether she regrets it in the end, it depends on what you think. Welcome to discuss. :,,,859821378