I, Qinghuan

Chapter 91

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Qing Huan and Ming Wan Cheng were sitting on the steps by the river, looking at the sky slowly turning black in the distance. The river water, which was full of light spots on both sides, hung under their feet, and the evening wind blew warmly, pulling up their long loose hair, as if they were about to be involved in the river.

"Actually, I have listened to Uncle Yuntang about your past," Cheng Cheng brushed the broken hair from his ear tomorrow night, "It was indeed a life of ups and downs. I was very happy at that time, although I had never seen it before. You, but I know that my master is such a strong and gentle girl. She has been led by the nose all her life, but she has never lost herself. In the end of her life, she insisted on making her own choice. With you My master is the thing I am most proud of since I entered the Northern Punishment."

Qing Huan smiled and said, "I also want to thank Senior Sister Yuntang for helping me to teach an apprentice like you. Ah Cheng, I am also proud of you. There are many people in this world who love themselves, and many are for People who love others and forget to love themselves, but you can find a balance between loving others and loving yourself, and I really think you are amazing."

Cheng Cheng laughed out tomorrow night: "Master, are we blowing rainbow farts to each other?"

Qing Huan glanced at her angrily: "So you're blowing rainbow farts at me, but I'm praising you sincerely."

Tomorrow evening, Cheng restrained his smile and remained silent for a while, with a rare deep look in his eyes, "Master, I'm really happy, it's my honor to be able to interact with people like you and my ancestor in this life. You are all very happy. Very good people, I have been in the world for three thousand years, and I have never seen a better person than you, really."

"Then... do you think I'm better, or is she better?"

When Qing Huan asked this, she somehow felt like a bad parent who forced the child to like his father or his mother.

It's bad, she's still looking forward to Cheng's answer tomorrow night.

Tomorrow night, Cheng didn't think about the question, he thought about it for a while, and said, "I think it's better, the ancestors."

Qing Huan raised her eyebrows: "Why?"

Tomorrow night, Cheng hooked his lips and replied slowly: "When you first fell in love, when your love was strong, you were separated and forced to kill each other, you would choose to protect her with your own death. , it's actually quite normal. As for the ancestor, when you just died, her emotions reached a peak, and her heart to restore it also reached the extreme, so she would choose to use forbidden techniques to find your reincarnation, which is quite normal. What's really rare is that she can go through hundreds of reincarnations and still insist on loving you."

Tomorrow night, Cheng raised his eyes and sighed, "Isn't there an old saying that there is no beginning, no end. Time can really change a lot of things, you won't understand, I can understand, because I Like her, I have personally walked through these times. I know that in a long period of time, it is really easy for a person to lose his heart, and he will doubt the meaning of his life, whether he still loves that person, and whether he is waiting for him. A strange soul is still a memory."

"And the most terrifying thing is not to wait, but to meet again and again and again."

She turned her head and looked at Qing Huan: "Master, you should be able to understand how you feel when you watch your loved one die, right?"

Qinghuan remembered that she was holding Nanyang covered in blood on the train, and that she looked at Nanyang holding her corpse in a dream three thousand years ago in despair, and nodded with difficulty.

Tomorrow night Cheng smiled bitterly:

"Then do you know that she has not waited for you for the ninety-eighth generation in the past three thousand years."

"… "

"She watched you die ninety-eight times in front of her."

She watched you die ninety-eight times in front of her.

Qing Huan held on to the steps and almost didn't sit still, her heart was so painful that she couldn't breathe.

"I still remember when she used the forbidden technique," Cheng Wancheng looked into the distance tomorrow, smiling, but tears welled up in his eyes, "The forbidden technique requires her to torture her body to the same extent as you did when you died. In the same state, she must have suffered all the injuries you have suffered, and then die in the way you died, so that she can fuse a part of your soul, so as to be able to sense the appearance of your reincarnation. Your right wrist was broken during your death, She'd have to destroy her right wrist too."

Qinghuan thought of Nanyang who stood proudly at the top of the world three thousand years ago, and tears streamed down her cheeks.

"You know what she is most proud of, the most outstanding things in her life are only swordsmanship and calligraphy. Three thousand years ago, she was able to sit firmly in the position of the head of the North Punishment Palace, the largest faction in the martial arts, because she was the best in the world. You should be able to understand what the right hand means to a martial arts practitioner. She knows better than anyone else that the moment she destroys her right hand, all her achievements in her life will cease to exist. And the cruelest thing is that she destroyed her right hand with her own hands."

"I remember that before that, she had three tanks filled with water, stayed in the house alone, and wrote for three days. She didn't eat, she didn't sleep, she just kept writing. , the calligraphy she has written in her life is less than 1% of what she wrote in those three days. At that time, all the disciples of the Quanbei Punishment were whispering that the ancestor must know that he can no longer write in the future, so he will use the amount of his life. All were written in those three days."

"After three days of writing, she went to Meiyuan again and practiced the sword for three days."

"She used to like to use a sword to engrave flower petals. That was the highest fusion of her calligraphy and swordsmanship, and it was also one of her world-famous stunts. In those days, I secretly hid out of her sight and kept watching her silently. , I can see her reluctance every minute and every second. But I also know that since the moment she chose you, she has no other choice, she can only communicate with herself in this form A final goodbye to a loved one."

"You should remember that when you were three years old, the Three Northern Punishments killed everyone in your sect with the three swords and scourges, and it also affected you. After that, you suffered from nosebleeds and unstable internal breath because of This. Later, the ancestor asked Uncle Yuntang and the others to list the Three Swords Heavenly Scourge Formation, and she stayed in the center of the sword formation herself, suffering all the pain you have endured, until she herself burst into tears and bleeds. After that, she held her last breath, sat on the stone stool in the courtyard, and used the falling frost that killed you, first breaking the bones of her right wrist with her own hands, and then piercing it into her heart."

"Of course, she came back to life later, with the body of a dead person. But all the things she was most proud of were ruined. She could no longer use a sword or write calligraphy. Although she had internal strength, she could not use her right hand after being disabled. Sword move, can no longer beat other masters. Uncle Yuntang and the others went to great lengths to find a successor for her, not because she had nothing to do, but because she really needed someone to protect her. After that, she was completely destroyed. I lost my pride and self-esteem."

"In the past three thousand years, I have been able to pursue the person I love recklessly, but she has been repressed and restrained. Do you think it is really all because of respect? No one can understand, in fact... She is inferior. A person who once stood in The person at the top of the world who looks down on the world is the most unacceptable to a broken self. She personally turned herself into a waste, and then felt that such a waste is not worthy of you, and has no right to ask for too much response. You know, She is not very good at taking care of herself, and sometimes she is like a child. Three thousand years ago, she had a strong martial arts and a position above ten thousand people, so she occasionally showed a childish side at that time. Contrast and cuteness. But now, she has nothing, but she still can't take care of herself, so she will feel that she is your drag, and she also feels that she has nothing to like from you. Because of these reasons, she She never dared to stand side by side with you, she only dared to watch you silently from a distance, waiting for you, and only after you allowed her would she dare to do what she wanted to do."

"So Master, you must understand."

"Her tenderness is her inferiority complex."

Qing Huan covered her mouth, sobbing hard, her fingers full of salty tears.

She always thought that Nanyang today is much softer than it was three thousand years ago.

The word inferiority complex appeared on Nanyang's body, and the sadness was as much as it violated the harmony. A person who used to be so arrogant, powerful and arrogant, made himself unrecognizable in order to get a chance to pursue his lover. In the end, because of his unrecognizable appearance, he dared not stand by his lover again. Everything is the effect, the effect is the cause, the cause and effect cycle, but she has always been the one torturing.

At the beginning, Nanyang only used the sentence "paid a little price" to downplay all these unbearable things. Her tone was so indifferent that Qing Huan mistakenly thought that the price was really not worth mentioning. Also, a person like Nanyang always has her arrogance in her bones, how can she allow her humble and vulnerable side to show up in front of the person she likes

For the reunion in this life, Nanyang really gave up too many things. Qing Huan began to feel that it was ridiculous that she wondered if Nan Yang really loved her in the morning. In this world, no one really loved her more than Nan Yang.

Nanyang is the fool who forgot to love himself in order to love others.

Fortunately, there are still long days in the future. Although it is not as long as three thousand years, it is enough for her to replenish all the love that she missed in the past.

If Nanyang doesn't know how to love herself, then she will help her love her.

love till old.

love to death.

At some point, the sky was completely dark. The orange lights on both sides of the strait were reflected in the dark river water, like a patchwork of Kongming lanterns placed upside down.

The phone vibrated suddenly.

Qing Huan took out her mobile phone, lit the screen, and saw a message from Nanyang on the WeChat interface:

[The ship is about to leave. 】

Qing Huan pursed her lips with tears and smiled lightly, and quickly typed three words with her fingertips to reply:

【wait for me. 】

Five seconds later, a new white box message popped up at the bottom, exactly the same length as the previous green box, perfectly fitting, neatly aligned:

【I'm waiting for you. 】

The author has something to say:

She didn't wait for you ninety-eighth, she watched you die ninety-eight times

Do you dare to think about this