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Qiuzhou, Xianchun Villa.

Song Zhiqiu sat in front of the study, flipping the book in his hand at a constant speed. Just as he was watching, he suddenly heard a faint shadow flashing by the window, and then the sound of "tuk tuk tuk" knocking on the window three times came.

Very urgent, very heavy, very casual.

"Come in." He said.

The girl in a red robes and white skirt walked into the wall, and it was the apricot that was not red.

Song Zhiqiu put down the book script, and a faint smile appeared on his lips: "Why are you here?"

"Go along the way." Xing Weihong was confident, "I'll go see Yu Sheng, I've come here, come and see you."

Song Zhiqiu was "wasted by the way", but she was not disappointed and asked casually: "Oh, what happened to Yu Sheng?"

Xing Weihong pursed her lips: "He has forgotten me." Her expression was a little sad.

The ghost has "dead" and cannot die again, but "immortality" does not mean that it will always exist. There is no such cheap thing in the world.

If the cultivation level cannot improve, the ghost cultivators will slowly disappear with the passage of time.

At first, memories of the past are gradually forgotten, and later, the seven emotions and six desires begin to fade slowly. Unless you encounter strong love and hate, you will have no sorrow or joy.

In the end, thinking is blocked and mind is chaotic, and gradually becomes a ghost. I don’t know who I am, where I come from and where I go, but I only remember the most important thing, perhaps the person I love, and

Maybe it is the one who hated or the one who waited.

They will spend the last years with obsession, and after a thousand years, their souls will be scattered and become a wind, a cloud, a drop of water in the ghost world, and return to the dust.

It was more than 300 years ago that Yu Sheng and Xing Weihong met.

Since his injury last time, his cultivation has been stagnant. After getting married to Qiao Gu, the Ghost Emperor was about to die. The Mount of Bantu is in chaos and he simply escapes from the world.

There is no time in the mountains, and a hundred years pass by in a flash.

Today, Xingweihong visited Xiaozhulin again.

By the gloomy bamboo forest, the dim light and shadow floated. Yu Sheng and Qiao Gu sat opposite each other in the courtyard, one holding a book, concentrating on it, the other embroidered flowers, and the silk thread fluttered.

Even if a person who is not good at poetry and calligraphy, he should praise the words in his heart, "The piano and zither are in power, and the years are peaceful and peaceful."

Xing Weihong hesitated and wandered around for a long time before making up her mind, slowly walked out, and pushed open the door of the yard.

The door "creaked", Qiao Gu raised her head, looked at her in confusion, and reacted slowly: "Who are you?"

Yu Sheng followed up with his head, as if he had some impression of her. He vaguely remembered that he was not an enemy, but he couldn't remember who this girl was, and frowned without saying a word.

Xing Weihong never expected such a thing to happen and asked in surprise: "Don't you remember me?"

Qiao Gu said politely and distantly: "Fellow Daoist has recognized the wrong person."

Xing Weihong went to see Yu Sheng again.

He looked at her hesitantly, his lips moved slightly several times, as if he would spit out a familiar name at any time, but not, all of them were illusions.

"Who are you?" he said, "we are here for many years and have never seen you."

Xing Weihong pursed the corner of her lips.

She is very familiar with this bamboo forest, and has obtained it, lost it, and even felt the first time sadness in her life. But at this moment, she looked at the familiar scenery, but felt unfamiliar from the bottom of her heart.

An invisible force pushed her, trying to kick her out of the bamboo forest.

The name of this power is forgetting.

For ghost cultivators, another meaning of forgetting is to let go.

Only by letting go will you forget, and you will always be obsessed with persistence.

Yu Sheng had forgotten her.

Xing Weihong stood there in a daze and suddenly realized a secret: it turns out that missing is not a real loss, but letting go. Her fate with Yu Sheng was not broken on the day when he chose Qiao Gu, but at this moment.

Why did she come back here? Because fate has not yet ended.

But in the future... there is no future.

"I'll come to find my friend," she turned and left, "but he's not here anymore."

The moment she said this, she felt that she had lost something very important, and she almost burst into tears for it. However, what was amazing was that while she was sad, she felt relieved. The thread that was held in her heart was broken, and she was light and eager to do so.

fly.

She flew past the rustling bamboo forest, flew across the river, passed through the ghost gate, and ran to Xianchun Villa in one breath.

When knocking on the window, Xing Weihong was actually a little scared, afraid that the people inside would not remember themselves, so she asked "Who are you?"

Fortunately, there isn't.

Song Zhiqiu was so keen that after hearing the causes and consequences, she had already understood her thoughts: "Are you sad?"

"The injured area will hurt, but I don't." She sat on the couch, holding her face with her hands, and her figure was as slim as smoke. "It's just a little uncomfortable, as if she's eating too much, and her stomach is uncomfortable."

Matsuno Aki said, "It'll be fine in a while."

"I think so." She agreed deeply, "Anyway, what else can it do?"

Song Zhiqiu smiled. People with simple ideas are most likely to get through the knot in their hearts and just take it slow. He stopped asking more and chatted: "Where have you been in the past two years?"

"Defeated a few very powerful people." She replied, her tone no longer as proud as before, and she seemed to be talking about an ordinary thing indifferently, as if her mood had risen to a higher level.

Song Zhiqiu nodded secretly, but asked deliberately: "You say you hate being ordered to do things the most, why do you still have to be the number one sword in Youdu?"

Xing Weihong held her face and said slowly: "I don't do it, and he can't do anything to me. It's okay if he can do it or not. It doesn't matter if he does it."

This answer is very interesting, and Song Zhiqiu was surprised.

"Do you think I'm so stupid that I shouldn't understand these reasons?" she asked.

Song Zhiqiu thought about it, but said, "The great way is simple, it is to understand but not to deduce. If you think deliberately, you will fall into a dilemma. Naturally, you will understand it."

Xing Weihong nodded: "I'm still saying that I'm stupid."

When she said that, she didn't feel angry or annoyed in her tone, but she felt a little calm. This is the tranquility that she would only have after accepting her true self.

Song Zhiqiu couldn't help but look at her again.

Xingweihong's appearance has always been retained at the moment of death, but her eyes have changed drastically. When she was alive in the past, these eyes were a pool of stagnant water, clean but without waves, but now it has become a bright and clear body.

When a lake looks at people, it will emit shimmering waves.

There is no doubt that this is the spiritual energy that only living water has. What is even more rare is that the water surface has never become turbid and turbulent, and it still retains the rare cleanliness of the past.

He sighed softly.

When Chongxiao Sect parted, she was still struggling in the cocoon, but at this time she had already broken out of the cocoon and turned into a butterfly.

The most thrilling beauty in the world is transformation.

"Ah Hong." He asked, "What are your plans next?"

Xing Weihong thought: "There is a man who I will challenge him again in fifty years until he defeated him."

Song Zhiqiu nodded and asked again: "If one day you defeat everyone, where should you go?"

"That's the future, I'll talk about it when I do it."

She doesn't like to think about anything after she is meaningless. Life changes are happening all the time, and maybe she will die tomorrow. And she doesn't know what she will think in the next moment, so why bother to spend energy?

"That's how it is." Song Zhiqiu refused to comment.

Xing Weihong looked at him and jumped off the couch: "I'm done talking, I'm leaving."

He seemed surprised: "You have only been here for a quarter of an hour."

"I just came to see you, saw it, and said something, and then I could leave." She stretched, like a sprouting willow branch, bursting out with vitality.

"Come on the rise, go back when you have finished, and do whatever you want, you will realize the true taste." Song Zhiqiu said.

Xing Weihong turned his head, his eyes were like water: "You are praising me, but I think there is something in my words - Young owner of the manor, do you know I am stupid, can you say something directly?"

"Even if you want, you come here, and it's the way you want." He smiled and asked, "I'm very curious, what attracts you here?"

Xing Weihong didn't think so: "I."

Song Zhiqiu said lightly: "The body is just a skin, not to mention that I don't think you are too nostalgic for that body."

"Is there any other reason for this?" She said distressedly as if thinking seriously for a while, "I can't think of it, I don't know."

Song Zhiqiu looked at her and a little strange rose in her heart.

"Let's go, come again another day." She said crisply, her body turned into storm of smoke, slowly sinking into the ground, and returning to the underworld.

Ghost Realm, Hashizuka Mountain.

The apricot is lightly leaping across the yellow spring, and the red clothes pass by the skeleton floating in the river. The souls of the wronged shiver and spontaneously make way.

In the Sword King's Mansion, "people" are surging, and the faint ghosts are like living people. Some are looking for inns, some are buying sacrifices and enjoying them, and some are bragging and chatting on the street.

Just as he was so happy, he suddenly heard a sharp voice: "Hong Gu is back!" He paused, accumulated a breath, and reported in a more harsh voice, "She is here to challenge the new Sword King!!"

Wow, the whole ghost city is in full bloom.

Looking back at that time, when he took office as the Sword King, he died of the conspiracy of the Ghost Emperor, his adopted son and daughter were fighting endlessly for the Ghost King's throne.

Among them, Xing Weihong did nothing, but was granted by the Ghost Emperor's exception and won countless jealousy. However, not long after, he was deprived of the title by the Ghost Emperor and fell into the hands of the new Sword King.

This sword king Ren is known as a combination of a magic weapon, and is the well-deserved first sword of the West Hatsutsuka Mountain.

The battle between masters and the battle for thrones are everywhere.

The ghost cultivators who were idle and flocked to the Sword King's Mansion, and there were thousands of people all over the streets.

At the gate of the palace.

Xing Weihong slowly raised the wooden sword in her hand, and the sword energy urged it to raise the broken hair on her forehead. The streets and alleys were crowded with onlookers who were protruding their heads, but she ignored it and said word by word: "Get out the sword."

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At this moment, she threw all the Yu Sheng and Xianchun Villa behind her.

People's hearts are changing easily, and I don't know what will happen next year this year.

Only the sword in her hand will always belong to her.

In Jianmuyuan, Song Zhiqiu picked up the book again and turned over a page. Some sporadic words could be vaguely identified on it.

"…The method of the void...use stars as star signs... as star spectrum... as galaxies, or constellations..."

He held down the page of the book, and while pondering, he closed his eyes and focused.

The magical power is activated and the connection between Dachun.

"Do you know the star spectrum?"

Dachun had no language, but just sent his consciousness all over. After sorting out the slightest and mysterious concept, Song Zhiqiu roughly understood this mysterious concept.

The star spectrum is not a genealogy formulated by a certain person or a certain force, but a concreteization of cosmic consciousness.

If the entire universe is compared to a tree, then every time a new bud grows, the "tree" will know that it has an extra leaf.

How do ants parasitized on leaves know what the whole tree looks like? It’s very simple, using projection.

When the sun shines on the tree, shadows will appear on the ground. If the people on the leaves copy it, can't they get an image of the whole tree?

This copied big tree picture is the star spectrum.