The memory of the villain was exposed and the heroine begged me for forgiveness

This person is none other than Emperor Wuyun, Dongfang Fuqing, who suddenly appeared thousands of years ago.

Although his life soul has been shattered and his consciousness has disappeared, the only remaining fragment of his life soul can still form a world of its own and think for itself.

Ning Qiushui turned to look at Jiang Zhige, who nodded to indicate to her that there was no danger here.

The two of them walked side by side towards Dongfang Fuqing. When they got there, they found that the tea table was small and pitiful, and only one person could sit across from it.

Dongfang Fuqing closed his eyes and smiled without saying a word, swaying the hot tea in his cup.

Jiang Zhige didn't ask any further questions and stepped aside to let Ning Qiushui take a seat.

Ning Qiushui sat opposite the tea table, bowed her hands to Dongfang Fuqing, and said respectfully: "Junior Ning Qiushui, I have met Emperor Wuyun."

Dongfang Fuqing took a sip of tea and sighed softly: "A fleeting moment has passed, and the world has changed. I just feel like it's a big dream. There are people who will be thousands of years in the future sitting in front of the tea table."

Ning Qiushui didn't have a good response, so he simply echoed with emotion on his face.

Dongfang Fuqing shook his head, smiled, and suddenly sighed: "It's a pity that the leader of the Qin Immortal after thousands of years will only have the cultivation level of Wenxuan Realm. If there is no chance, he will not reach the peak of Wenxuan Realm until his death."

Jiang Zhige frowned slightly when he heard this. Ning Qiushui was not a disciple of Dongfang Fuqing, so who had the right to criticize Ning Qiushui to his face?

Although Ning Qiushui is a junior, her man is Jiang Zhige, the Demon Emperor.

Dongfang Fuqing District Qin Emperor, let alone just a ray of remnant spirit, even if he is here, he is not Jiang Zhige's opponent.

Ning Qiushui was not displeased at all, but just looked ashamed, and sighed: "The harp is not a weapon, and it has never been used for competition. In another ten million years, I am afraid that the world will forget the melody of the harp."

Dongfang Fuqing didn't answer, and sipped the tea in the cup carefully.

After finishing the cup of tea, he stretched out his hand to refill his cup and said, "So, it is fate that you and I met. Maybe you can make a difference in the way of piano in this world."

Jiang Zhige frowned as he watched from the side. He was a relatively calm person, but he still couldn't stand this protracted communication method.

He drank a whole cup of tea before he was willing to finish. By the time Dongfang Fuqing finished speaking, it was already dark.

Ning Qiushui nodded. She knew very well how lucky she was to be here.

She only had the cultivation level of Wenxuan Realm. If she came alone without Jiang Zhige's help, even if she happened to encounter the fragment of Qin Emperor's life soul that was rare in a million years, she would not be able to get involved.

"Miss Qiushui, before that, let me ask you a question."

"It's difficult to cultivate the piano, and it doesn't have much fighting power. Why do you persist until today?"

If the music is not good at fighting, if you specialize in the music technique, it will be much more difficult than swords, guns, swords and halberds. There are really very few monks who specialize in music and reach the realm of inquiry.

Ning Qiushui lowered his head and pondered, unable to find the answer for a while.

After reaching the late stage of Wenxuan Realm, she could actually give many reasons why she plays the piano.

However, at this moment, he was facing the only Qin Emperor from ancient to modern times. Ning Qiushui's answer was very important and should not be answered casually.

Is it for personal preference? For a confidant? Or is it because you have been learning piano since you were young and refuse to give up halfway?

Ning Qiushui thought hard for a long time, but could not think of the most accurate answer.

Dongfang Fuqing was not in any hurry. He poured a cup of tea for Ning Qiushui, waved his hand and said, "Miss Qiushui, don't be too persistent."

Ning Qiushui looked helpless and could only nod her thanks, raise her cup and take a sip of tea.

The hot tea passed down her throat. When she opened her eyes, she found that everything in front of her had changed.

Like an imperial tomb, there is only a vast expanse of white, and even the embellishments such as life soul fragments cannot be seen, there is only pure nothingness.

Ning Qiushui quickly reacted, closed her eyes and began to meditate.

She understood that her feelings at this moment would determine her future path.

If you have a good understanding, you may be able to directly obtain the inheritance of Dongfang Fuqing, and hope to become the second Qin Emperor in history.

Jiang Zhige's eyes flashed slightly, which made Ning Qiushui immediately realize that Dongfang Fuqing's pot of tea was definitely not vulgar.

He turned around and saw that Dongfang Fuqing didn't say another word. He leaned against the tree with one hand and fell into a deep sleep.

Jiang Zhige was about to ask, but when the words came to his lips, he shook his head and sat cross-legged on the ground, waiting silently.

Ning Qiushui didn't know how long it would take before she realized the truth. There were only three years left for the Imperial Tomb to open. If she realized the truth for more than three years, the two of them would be trapped in the Imperial Tomb for at least five hundred years.

As for Dongfang Fuqing, he will definitely not have time to explain his enlightenment to Jiang Zhige.

He is just a remaining fragment and has no complicated thoughts during his lifetime. He neither cares about whether Jiang Zhige is a Demon Emperor or a Demon Emperor, nor does he care about how many years Jiang Zhige will be trapped in the Emperor's Tomb.

In the blank space, time passes quietly.

As time passed, the surrounding scenery gradually changed.

The sun is shining high, the mountains are rising from the ground, and the vegetation is green.

The cicada forest becomes quieter, and the bird singing mountain becomes more tranquil.

Jiang Zhige felt relaxed and happy as all the music sounded, but it wasn't boring at all.

Light and shadow flew by, and another year passed.

The ground is paved with apricot yellow and covered with greenery and gold.

The cool breeze blows on your face, and the trees are dyed.

The soles of my feet turned into a pool of water, with fallen leaves floating in it.

Jiang Zhige raised his eyes and murmured: "The cold mountains are turning green, the autumn water is gurgling..."

The most appropriate thing at this moment is Ning Qiushui's name.

Jiang Zhige closed his eyes and waited. In a daze, another year passed.

The mountains are cold, the water is cold, the forests are cold and the streams are austere.

The cicadas are shrill and their breath turns to frost.

When the snow covered his ankles, Jiang Zhige looked up again and sighed helplessly.

It was obviously a frosty day, but Ning Qiushui frowned with a solemn face, and a layer of sweat formed on her forehead.

Obviously, her enlightenment did not go smoothly.

It is now the third year, and the Imperial Tomb will be closed in a few months, and the next opening will be five hundred years from now.

At this moment, in Ning Qiushui's world of enlightenment.

All kinds of scenes change back and forth, never stopping at the right place.

There are green willows supporting the wind, high mountains and flowing water, and jade and beautiful towers.

Broken, constantly broken, symbolizing that her state of mind was destroyed by herself again and again.

"That's all, three years have passed."

"Miss Qiushui, your way is not here."

As soon as these words came out, Ning Qiushui suddenly opened her eyes, her back was soaked with cold sweat.

She turned around and saw Dongfang Fuqing with a helpless look on his face, and Jiang Zhige also had a wry smile on his face.

"me......"

Ning Qiushui had always been good at hiding her emotions, but now she lowered her head and her eyes were red, a little afraid to look at Jiang Zhige.

I have been enlightened for three years and have achieved nothing. I am really ashamed that Jiang Zhige waited for three years.

She failed to seize this once-in-a-million-year opportunity, and perhaps she was not qualified to be by Jiang Zhige's side.

Jiang Zhige's eyes showed pity and he didn't know how to comfort him.

With Ning Qiushui's character, trying to comfort her right now would only make her feel more uncomfortable.

Dongfang Fuqing put aside his helplessness and turned to look at Jiang Zhige, as if noticing his presence for the first time.

"Miss Qiushui, don't be too sad."

"There are all kinds of ways in the world, and there are all kinds of roads. If you can't take the road I have walked, you can still find a new road by yourself."

Dongfang Fuqing did not speak clearly, but took out a piece of wood and six strings out of thin air.