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Fang Yourong handled the matter well and settled the residences of Chutz and other guests. It was already midnight. When she passed Cangshan, she flew down, which was actually more like a special visit.

She pressed the sword light on the head of a cliff peak at a corner of the pavilion, and stood cross-legged with the cat sitting next to Qin Yu, who was facing the moon and snowy wind at the top of the cliff.

"I thought I would see an empty wine bottle on the floor."

Fang Yourong's words made Qin Yu turn his head, and the wind was a little cool, blowing his hair. The hair brushed through the corners of the young junior sister's eyes, giving the sun and moon a more fluid and quiet feeling.

It's like the water flowing through the old streams of the deep mountains.

"Is that senior sister disappointed?"

"Well, it's better than not."

People who don’t even want to drink alcohol will naturally feel unsolvable.

Qin Yu knew what Fang Yourong was thinking, so he sighed with the flow, then closed the fat girl who was dozing heavily in his arms, played with his fluff with his fingers, and said softly: "When I was going back to time and space, I found them."

Fang Yourong said nothing and waited for her to continue talking.

"Senior Zhou, he didn't look back and said that he wanted to finish the sect's main affairs happily."

"Senior sister, do you know his business? This old man just doesn't tell me, and he still dislikes me for being nagging."

Fang Yourong inserted his sword into the snow, wrapped his hands around his chest, stood at one end and howled in the wind, but his voice was very stable and long.

"The mistake he made in this life is probably only related to two people, one is his junior brother and the other is his wife."

Qin Yu: "It doesn't sound like his fault, at least Chen Hu is not."

Fang Yourong: "In fact, neither of them."

Qin Yu was so keen. The nine-turn twists and turns of the honeycomb coal immediately jumped out, "Ah, his wife is also a magic cultivator?"

Fang Yourong's silence is admitting.

Qin Yu pursed his mouth and said for a long time: "This old man is in trouble."

Old man or something, after all, Zhou Xuanqing is her master, Fang Yourong glanced at Qin Yu and told some stories about Zhou Xuanqing.

Fang Yourong is not a good person who is good at lyricism, nor is she as good as Chutz's literary rhetoric. Her literary cultivation is basically accumulated in years of handling official duties, and her words are naturally concise, so the old story of Zhou Xuanqing she described to Qin Yu was very simple, but Qin Yu was meticulous in his thoughts and delicate emotions, as if through this simple story, his eyes drifted away and fell outside Wuque Mountain Gate.

At that time, the mountains and rivers were green and the steps were distant. A young man, a half-sized young man slowly climbed the steps on the mountain road. He hugged his arms and dragged a boy who was several years younger. The boy was sick and thin. He lay on the back of the young man and breathed weakly. His head was so weak that he lay on the boy's shoulder. It was probably a ray of mountain wind that he opened his eyes and saw the beautiful mountain scenery. His eyes were a little more charming, but he was also a little afraid and uneasy.

"Brother Zhou, please put me down."

"It's okay, you're not feeling well, sleep for a while."

"But..."

The boy was still tired after all. He didn't say anything. He just observed the surroundings. Such a good place was different from the poverty and wasteland that he had in his hometown before. However, the boy was very uneasy and always felt that it was unreal. So when he was most sleepy, he murmured, "Brother, will we be separated?"

He thought he would get an answer soon, but he didn't seem to leave because the scenery was fixed.

The boy struggled to open his eyelids, tried hard to lift his head, and saw the steps.

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At the top of the sight, the mountain fog was filled with the bitter and bitter fragrance of the trees. In a vague way, he saw a girl holding a lamp that drove away the mountain fog. The light also looked soft and charming during the day.

Just can't see the shadow clearly.

But you can hear the sound.

"Zhou Xuanqing, is Chen Hu? Can you still leave?"

As she said this, she was like a lively and lively little green bird, carrying a lamp, happily walking down the stairs and approaching them.

The fog became dimmer and faded.

But he felt his brother's breathing farther and farther away.

Chen Hu lowered his head, and suddenly wanted to cry.

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"Sometimes, the depravity of the human heart in this world is not because of the inability to obtain, but because of some slowly missing."

If you can't get it, it will be dissatisfied.

If it is missing, it will make people panic and hate.

So he became a demon and killed another demon, fulfilling his inner hatred and jealousy, thinking that this would make up for the shortcomings.

But not.

Never could not.

"What you said... It turns out that I don't understand Old Man Zhou yet, but now I understand."

Fang Yourong nodded lightly and said: "The boy back then and Chen Hu never thought that he was missing from him, senior Zhou... he may not have regretted it."

Whether it is falling in love with a witch, whether it is being deceived by her because she fell in love with this witch, or indirectly affecting her younger brother whom she has loved since childhood, he has never expressed his heart.

The pain that settled deep in his soul split his soul and turned into two people.

"So he later learned that the wife Chen Hu killed was a witch. No wonder he didn't kill Chen Hu... But even if he didn't know, he might not kill him."

Fang Yourong: "Hate is hatred, pain is pain."

Qin Yu empathized with this emotion, so he lowered his eyes, but did not reveal it, and only asked: "Who is Chen Hu now?"

Fang Yourong glanced at the direction of the Tianzhu.

She checked the inside and outside of Wuque, and now the sect is under her control, so she naturally understands the reality of the Heavenly Prison.

"Dead, the body turned into ashes, in the stove."

So, still kill?

Qin Yu rarely made a mistake in his judgment, but he suddenly realized it and smiled.

"No wonder he has to serve his sentence in the underworld. I am afraid he will wash the cycle of reincarnation for Chen Hu and his wife."

Zhou Xuanqing has great merits to save the world of Tianzang, but even so, he is willing to endure punishment in the underworld.

Depreciation of merit and enduring punishment are two different things.

Qin Yu and Fang Yourong both understood this matter deeply and did not say much, but they just felt that they were feeling the same thing.

"The more ruthless a person's heart is, probably because the only soft heart is left to a very small number of people."

So, what outsiders see is just ruthless and cruelty.

For example, Zhou Xuanqing, for example.

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"I don't know if Grandma Zu is such a person."

Qin Yu rarely asks about Feichuan and Xie Tingyongxue's past, and others dare not explore it. Can you think of the stories of these two people like Chutz?

No.

It’s just because I realize that it is an inviolable reverse scale and I dare not offend it.

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Ancient Shu was the first place where human civilization was born in the Tianzang world. It was classical, graceful, exquisite, and has a bit of precipitated charm and an unconcealed decadence of the times.

If it is too long, it will be difficult to hide the death energy.

It's been ten thousand years since Xie Tingyongxue has been here for the first time, but every place here is exactly the same as ten thousand years ago.

A street, some roads, some trees, and some flowers.
Chapter completed!