Predecessors all over the world

Xingweihong did not change her name until the end. She said with confidence: "I've called me for a hundred years,

If you can't change it, don't change it!"

Song Zhiqiu doesn't want to force her too much,

To offend her,

Then nodded,

Say "It's up to you". At that moment,

Xing Weihong's heart simply raised an excitement and excitement of winning - she was not obedient,

He couldn't do anything to her, she succeeded!

She is no longer the cauldron that could only be obedient in the past, she is a living person.

It has been free for many years.

However, at this moment, Xingweihong still had the urge to cry in her eyelashes.

It's exciting,

It was happiness and grievance. But she didn't want to show her fragile side in front of Song Zhiqiu.

Grind your teeth,

Look up and look at the sky.

The goshawk flew by,

Leave a passionate long moan.

She took a deep breath

Slowly calm down: "I'm leaving."

"Where to go?" he asked.

Xing Weihong raised her head and said, "Go wherever you want."

oh,

Yes, the sea is wide and the fish leaps, the sky is high and the birds are flying,

She is going to fly away!

"Do you have money?" The owner of the Song Shao Manor pointed directly at the core.

Xing Weihong: "..." She still has a few ghost beads on her body.

But it is not common in the world, and some people have not paid the reward. She stared at him and spread her palms expressionlessly: "Pay."

"According to the market price, the reward for escorting one trip is 120 ghost beads." Song Zhiqiu said lightly, "I'm not wrong, are you?"

Xing Weihong nodded. Her market was between seventy and one hundred, and one hundred and twenty was definitely considered a high price. But why did she feel awkward when she heard him say that?

"The ghost beads are not common in the world. If they are converted into spirit stones, they are about eighty." Song Zhiqiu looked considerate and thoughtful, "It's probably enough for you to take a walk around the surroundings."

Xing Weihong's body was shocked: "You are lying!" When she was a girl from the house, she had fifty spirit stones every month. She bought some elixirs and disappeared. Eighty spirit stones could only be thrown into the pond and heard a sound.

"I didn't lie to you." Song Zhiqiu said, "Ghost Beads are just a currency that is conventionally agreed upon by your ghost world. They are similar to the gold and silver in the mortal world, but the spirit stone contains spiritual energy, which can not only be traded, but also be replenished. The exchange ratio of the two is

Of course it cannot be one to one. If you don’t believe it, I can take you to see it.”

Xing Weihong's high mood suddenly fell down and said listlessly: "No need, I know you won't lie to me in such a thing."

Song Zhiqiu looked at her carefully for a while, and laughed and said, "Are you stumped by money?"

"I am different from you. I have a hard time making money." She was unhappy.

Song Zhiqiu bent her lips: "You said you don't like being bound, and you can live a life like this. If that's the case, why are you limited to money? If you don't have money, just go and grab it."

Xing Weihong looked at him in shock: "How can you steal money?!"

"What's the matter? Many monks do this, otherwise how could there be a saying of killing people and robbing treasures?" Song Zhiqiu said in a plain tone, "If you are short of money, go grab them. If you like someone else's treasures, go grab them, even if you like them, even if you like them, you'll see them.

Other people's Taoist couples can also go and grab them."

This is not a threat, and monks have a sense of competition. This path to becoming an immortal is essentially accumulated by countless resources. The more he gets, the greater the probability of ascension. Therefore, monks compete with the heaven for fate.

The only way to seize treasures with others depends on the individual.

Xing Weihong couldn't accept it and refuted seriously: "What should that person do if he stole someone else's things?"

"If you have the strength, you can naturally keep it. If you don't have the strength, you will admit defeat." Song Zhiqiu said carelessly, "If you say you want to do whatever you want, then go this path."

Xing Weihong didn't even think about it: "No."

"Why can't it?" he asked, "Who stipulates that money must be earned with integrity? If someone else has it, just grab it. If you refuse to give it to it, just kill it. Etiquette, righteousness, integrity and shame are all the words in the books of sages. Since you don't like being a human being, you don't like being a human being.

Drive, why take their words seriously?"

Xing Weihong was confused and racked her brains for a while before finding the answer: "Because they were right."

"Oh? So, just listen if it's right, and don't listen if it's wrong?" Matsuyuki concluded for her.

She thought carefully for a moment and nodded: "Yes."

Song Zhiqiu asked again: "Then, what I said makes sense, will you listen to it?"

Xing Weihong corrected: "Does it count if you say something is reasonable? I think it counts if it counts if it is reasonable."

He changed his words in a good manner: "You think what I said makes sense and is correct, so you will obey, right?"

In theory, this is the case. But Xing Weihong has a thorn in her heart, and she choked in her throat in one breath, but she couldn't respond. Song Zhiqiu noticed it and changed her question: "What others say is reasonable, if you think it is reasonable, you can

Listen?"

Now she can nod.

"So, you are the only one who refuses to listen to me." Song Zhiqiu got the answer and stared at her with his eyes, "A Hong, you hate me, right?"

Xing Weihong nodded again and said, "I hate you very much, and I never want to see you again."

Her attitude was so calm and unfair, but instead of being fake, it hurts even more. But Song Zhiqiu seemed to have forgotten that she was the person involved. She kept her eyebrows moving and continued to ask: "Why?"

"You will always let me do something I don't like." Xing Weihong held back her resentment for too long, and finally broke out like a flood, saying endlessly, "At the earliest, I wanted to sleep, you didn't let me sleep."

, I had to practice, but later I kept trying to practice, and you asked me to sleep with you again. You didn't ask me if I was willing or not, and I wouldn't listen to my thoughts. You never took me

I have ever thought of it as a person. In your eyes, I am just a vase, an incense burner, or a cup. I won’t be angry without being happy. Just treat it.”

Pine Zhiqiu listened quietly.

She kept venting: "You called me stupid and said I was poor in qualifications. I know, you don't have to repeat it over and over again. I'm working hard, I'm working hard, I don't sleep or eat, I'm practicing all the time, but you see

not see."

A smile appeared on his lips.

Xing Weihong saw it and asked in a sharp voice: "Is it funny?"

"It's funny." He said, "In your eyes, are there any difference between the first and second levels of Qi refining? But it can be solved by one sword, and there is no difference. People look at the result instead of the process.

No matter how hard it is, it is impossible to do it. No one will be impressed by you just because of your hard work."

Xing Weihong angrily and clenched the hilt tightly, "You... are too much, too much."

"There is nothing to be angry about." Song Zhiqiu said lightly, "Human energy is limited. You are not my Taoist partner, not my relative, but my cauldron. Do you want me to spend a lot on you?

Thoughts, care about your joys, sorrows, and notice what flowers you wear on your head every day? Ah Hong, ask yourself, can you tell me if the tea cup in the cabin is pastel or blue and white?”

Pastel or blue and white? No, is there a cup in the cabin? Xing Weihong was stunned and subconsciously turned her head to look. There were indeed teapots and cups on the table table in the cabin, but it was neither pastel nor blue and white.

It's white porcelain.

He smiled slightly and asked softly: "Ah Hong, do you love me?"

Love him? Xingweihong's hair stood up and shook her head hard: "I hate you."

"That's very simple." He glanced at her and said slowly, "The person you hate is not me at all, but you."

Xing Weihong was stunned.

Matsuyuki said: "If you love me, then I ignore you and don't care about you. You have reason to hate me. But if you don't love me, why do you hate me?"

"You don't treat me like a human being," she said.

"Have I abused you? Has I humiliated you? No, I take good food and drink to take care of you, give you clothes and place to live. I don't think I am a good man, but I will definitely not be a bad master.

"Song Zhiqiu said the coldest words in the plainest tone, "Everyone in Qiuzhou respects the villa very much and regards it as a peach garden. The people in the village are also convinced and respectful to me. What reason do you have to hate me

?”

The apricot is not red for a moment and cannot answer it.

He said, "Do you understand? The person you hate is not me, but yourself. You are so sensitive to my words, just because you remember the past days and how weak and humble you were at the beginning. You hate that powerlessness.

You are afraid of yourself.”

Xing Weihong looked at him with a pale face and was trembling involuntarily.

"You are not smart, but you are not stupid." Matsuyuki judged, "You know that you have poor qualifications and will die soon, so you tell me that you are a pure Yin body and said you are willing to be my cauldron. Maybe you

I don’t know why I did this, but I know, because this will keep you alive.”

Is that true? It seems yes. Xing Weihong still remembers the scene when she held him. She was very afraid of him, but at that time there was an inexplicable courage to support her in doing so.

So, is this the instinct of survival?

"Many people in the village are lazy in their practice, but you don't, you fail again and again and again. Ah Hong, have you ever wondered why you did this?"

Xing Weihong pursed her snow-white lips: "I like to practice."

"Cultivation is very hard, not to mention that you are failing almost every time. Failure will only give people a sense of frustration and cannot be satisfied. No one will like to fail. Unless there is a purpose, you can endure the pain caused by failure. So, you

You don’t like to practice, you are longing for strength and wanting to get rid of the situation at that time.”

In the past, Song Zhiqiu had never paid much attention to Xing Weihong, but when he looked back, he easily saw through all her actions. She was not smart, and could not even detect her own will, but instinctively walked towards the road of life.

Go, again and again, I fell countless times and didn't stop.

So Mu Leng became perseverance, stupidity became persistence, and everything he gave was rewarded in the end.

Thinking of this, a sigh rang out in his heart, as if compassionate and pity: "Ah Hong, you have succeeded."

"What?" She was so shocked by his repeated analysis that she couldn't keep up with her mind.

Song Zhiqiu couldn't help laughing: "You have come out of a life in a desperate situation. Now, you are already a monk and have the strength. You will not be able to let mermaid meat like you did before. You have even had your own way."

"Tao?" she murmured in confusion.

He nodded: "You only do what you want, don't you?"

She frowned and was puzzled: "Is this the Tao?"

"Otherwise," he laughed, "The so-called Tao is the way the monk wants to take."

Xing Weihong couldn't help but smile sweetly: "Really? I already have my words? Am I very awesome?"

"Yes." He said objectively, "but not enough."

Her smile froze: "Not enough?"

"Your strength can already be advanced to the ghost general, but your state of mind is not yet perfect." Song Zhiqiu said slowly, "If you want to become a real monk, you not only need to know what path you want to go, but also need to understand that you are

who."

"I understand who I am?" She repeated meaninglessly, her eyes full of confusion, "I am Xing Weihong."

"Who is Xing Weihong? What about a ghost cultivator?" He guided her, "The past has made the present, and the two cannot be separated. You only like to be a monk and deny your former self. This is wrong.

of."

Speaking of this, he paused for a while and said, "Ah Hong, you are you, good and bad, all of you, you must learn to accept all of yourself."

All of myself? Xing Weihong fell into deep confusion.

Memories come one after another.

She saw herself sitting alone by the lake practicing magic, after failing again and again, she hugged her knees and cried silently, and also saw herself lying on the exquisite bed, ignorantly rejoicing herself, falling down on the damaged ones

In the carriage, he was dying and helpless.

Yes, this is also her. Xing Weihong is not only a ghost cultivator. Before she became a ghost cultivator, her life had already begun. Even if she was confused, she could not be erased.

"In a person's life, you can't be too greedy, just sweet and sweet, don't have anything else." Matsunoki got up and walked into the cabin, leaving a meaningful sentence, "Being a human being is not that simple."

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