Zhang Xiaohan asked herself that she was not a sentimental person, but her long-term loneliness had almost forgotten what kind of person she was.

Whether it is the past life or this life, in the face of too many choices needed, she slowly lost herself and even forgot what she was like.

She held the white wolf's head and rubbed it, then slowly let go of them, raised her head and looked at the white mist. The white mist was filled with it, and she couldn't see through it, and she didn't want to see through it.

When did she become like this, and what would she become in the future? If it weren't for her forgettable jade slips in the world, she would probably have returned to her true self-lost, although she is no longer the same as before.

What did she look like in the past? Stick to her true heart?

The one she in her previous life was really blurred in her memory. She even forgot her appearance, nor could she remember the appearance of the person who made her sad. She didn't even think about it, but she forgot that there was still that person.

Even if I think about it, it has no meaning. It is not because my mood is no longer fluctuating, but because the person has been reincarnated for many times, and there has been no meaning of existence for a long time. It is like in the whole world, after hundreds of thousands of years or more, no one remembers her anymore, and she has unknowingly lost the meaning of existence.

Zhang Xiaohan felt that she was calm and could think about it again after choosing the path she wanted to take. After she experienced the difficulties of this road in person, she was not just walking, but choosing her heart.

Can she bear so much cause and effect? ​​This cause and effect should not be borne by ordinary people.

From the time of birth, a person is destined to do whatever kind of person he will do in his life and undertake what kind of big things he will do. Not everyone can be an emperor, and it is not something that can be done by being born in the royal family.

Similarly, not everyone can bear the cause and effect that should be borne by others. In mortals, only the imperial family can do it, and in the world of immortal cultivation, only a monk like the emperor can bear it.

The imperial family seems to enjoy the glory and wealth that ordinary people cannot enjoy, but they also bear dozens or hundreds of times heavier than ordinary people. Similarly, when monks are struggling for their lives, as emperor sons, they are also struggling for the fate of ordinary monks.

The so-called emperor is angry, burying millions of corpses and bleeding thousands of miles away, but after this, all the cause and effect will be borne by the emperor, or not just by him personally, all those related to the emperor, his relatives, friends and even subordinates.

If the consequences are known, which ordinary person would be willing to repay such cause and effect in this life, the next life, or even dozens of lives?

She, Zhang Xiaohan, was just an ordinary mortal in her previous life, and an ordinary mortal who can be described as an ant. In this life, she is just a victim who was unfortunately chosen by God. After a choice in anger, will she really have the courage to gamble on her life, her next life, or her endless next life?

The white mist was vast and she could not see through anything. Only after everything was covered, she carefully analyzed herself.

Can she really bear it?

She did not forget the memories in her obsession, nor did she forget the complex emotions in her memory. She was just an ordinary and simple monk, a person who had not given up on her obsession. Can she really be as good as the Emperor's son, the Emperor of Heaven, and the Huang Ji?

If she takes these causes and effects and then takes all the causes and effects, she will be able to stand at the same height as the Emperor's son, the Emperor of Heaven, and the Emperor of Huang Ji, and even only compete with the Emperor of Heaven, and the Emperor of Heaven, and the Emperor of Huang Ji, but can she really take it? Will her mind and reason really collapse?

After all, she was just an ordinary mortal. She had never received the education of an emperor and was not prepared to bear the burden on the emperor's shoulders.

Just to be able to stand in front of Huang Ji in the end, you have to pay such a price?

Now that she gave up and continued in a daze, what she enjoyed in this life would be everything that ordinary monks could not enjoy. In the next life, what she gave up and could not get will be compensated. But she just left everything to others before the end of her long life. In fact, everyone, whether ordinary mortals or monks, will not all let others take away everything that they have struggled for in their lifetime before the end of her life?

Whether it is money, power or cultivation, which one is not brought by life without death? Even if you struggle hard, you will only be married to others.

Why can't she bet on the game she can't win? Why do she use her life to bet on the game she can't win at all?

She is not the maker of the game, so why do she want to change the rules of the game?

But she knew why, because she was unwilling to accept it.

Even though she calmly recalled everything that happened before in her mind, even if she thought of all the consequences she might bear in the future, she still knew why, just because she was unwilling to accept it.

She, Zhang Xiaohan, would never give in to her, in the past, in this life, in the next life, even if her ant-like life is trampled on again and again, even if her life is spent in endless struggle in every life, she will not surrender.

Her future is probably like the white fog in front of her, blocking everything. As long as she waves her hand, she can dissipate, and she doesn't have to grop in the fog and even gets bleeding, but how could she go against her heart?

Her heart?

Zhang Xiaohan's hand was slowly pressed on his heart. Is this heart still hers?

She thought of her past and present life, and her next life, but she never thought of all the people, friends, or relatives around her in this life.

Along the way, she forgot many people, even though she had been in love with her for a long time, she actually forgot all of them, and ignored them in this choice of future.

She opened her eyes wide and looked at Bai Wu, and wanted to see the faces and memories she had forgotten in Bai Wu. But in front of Bai Wu, she couldn't remember anything. She needed to think about it carefully to remember the few people. But even when she thought of them, she lost her former feelings and was only completely unfamiliar.

That's the price.

Not only do you bet on this life and the next life, but you also have to live alone in this life and all the concerns you have to live in this life.

Zhang Xiaohan sat in this white mist for several days. She had never analyzed her heart so seriously, not from the perspective of a monk, nor from the past and present life, but from the original heart.

Once she decides, she can only go on and never turn back. On this road, she must abandon all her companions and move forward bravely.

Once she decides, she will no longer be an ordinary monk. One day she will stand at the same height as the Emperor's Son, Heavenly Emperor Huang Ji, but she will also lose a lot.

Outside the white mist, Yi Jian stood with his hands behind his back, just like Zhang Xiaohan in the white mist. He thought a lot. Everything 300,000 years ago seemed as far away as the previous life, and seemed to be right in front of him. If he could choose, would he be an ordinary monk and spend his life safely, or would he be a wise man like 300,000 years, carrying the heavy burden on his heart, just to become a superior person?

The person in the white mist is probably also in the decision.

He suddenly wanted to understand her, and reason told him to stay away from Zhang Xiaohan. This female cultivator was not an ordinary imagination, but he was unwilling to accept it. He wanted to know what kind of person this female cultivator who could not tell the identity was. In this world, there should be only two people that he could not tell.

Yi Jian finally turned around, reached out to set up a ban, and wrapped Mu Ji into the ban. Mu Ji seemed to have lost three souls and seven spirits. It took a while before he noticed Yi Jian was standing in front of him.

"Fellow Daoist Mu, do you feel like you have lost something and relaxed inexplicably?" Yi Jian's voice was deep.

Mu Jin frowned slightly, and was silent for a while before saying, "Lost? Relax? No, I just suddenly realized and thought everything about the past more clearly."

Yi Jian's eyes dimmed unconsciously, and then reached out and said to ask for a seat. Mu Jin smiled, waved her hand, and suddenly a small table and two chairs appeared in front of her.

Yi Jian sat down with a smile, but saw a pot of tea already appeared on the small table, two tea cups, hibiscus holding hands to pour tea, green tea poured, and a faint tea fragrance followed.

"Fellow Taoist will enjoy life when you come." Yi Jian praised.

Mu Jin put down the teapot steadily and made a gesture of invitation: "In fact, the process of making tea is also a kind of enjoyment. The process of preparation in advance may not be for elegance, but for the purpose of satisfying one's own desires when needed."

As he said this, he couldn't help but flashed through his mind the first time he saw that something that was originally a beauty turned into a desire to taste. But when he thought about it carefully, he felt unfamiliar. He picked up the tea cup and took a sip. He felt that the spiritual tea was no longer delicious. He shook his head and said, "In this way, although the spiritual tea is both color, fragrance and taste, it has lost its original heart."

Yi Jian looked at Mu Ji quietly for a while, and also picked up the tea and tasted it. This was his first time tasting spiritual tea in hundreds of thousands of years.

"Many things in the past seem to be far away. What I thought was worth doing suddenly seemed to be a joke, just like this spiritual tea brewed in advance." Mu Ji put down the spiritual tea that had only taken a sip, as if she was a little disgusted with the spiritual tea, and then stared at Yi Jian and asked.

Yi Jian held the teacup and said, "Is there any difference between spiritual tea or spiritual tea?"

As soon as Mu Ji stretched out her hand, an empty teapot suddenly appeared on the table. Mu Ji reached out and slowly lifted the lid of the pot, put in the spiritual tea, injected the spiritual water, and the spiritual fire in her hand slowly surrounded the teapot, rolled the spiritual water away, then held the pot and poured the green tea again, and another tea fragrance rose.

"Tea, it should have been like this, has lost its spirituality before."

Yi Jian was silent for a moment, put down the teacup in his hand, picked up the next cup, and the two cups of spiritual tea tasted the same, but I don’t know why he tasted a different taste.

"This last cup of tea seems to have lost something." Yi Jian said slowly.

"Is that right?" Mu Jin took another sip, but slowly shook her head and smiled slightly, "Senior said yes."

But he stretched out his hand and wanted to drop the tea whisk on the ground. Yi Jie raised his hand and held the teapot in his hand: "After brewing for a long time, it will be thicker and more suitable for me."

After saying that, he was a little stunned, but he filled the original teacup that he had only taken one sip, and picked it up and drank it.

A smile suddenly appeared in Mu Ji's face, as if he was lazy, and he slowly drank the tea in his hand.

"Fellow Daoist and Fellow Daoist Zhang have known each other for a long time." Yi Jian hesitated slightly for a while after the words "Fellow Daoist Zhang".

"It's been almost ten thousand years since we met," Mu Jin put down the teacup and raised her eyebrows, "What do you want to know for the senior?"

"What if I want to know everything?" Yi Jian replied.

Mu Jin shook her head: "Although we have known each other for thousands of years, my younger generation suddenly feels very unfamiliar with Boss Zhang. I seem to have never known her."

"Boss Zhang?" Yi Jian said suspiciously.

"Yes, Boss Zhang, when you mention the three words Zhang Xiaohan, there may be many monks in the human world who don't know it. When you mention Boss Zhang, everyone will know it." Mu Jin smiled, "In the human world, it is rare to have such a responsible monk with Boss Zhang, who is as good as a man."

Speaking of the three words "Boss Zhang", Mu Jin seemed to be a little dazed, as if there was something missing in his memory. After thinking about it, he laughed again: "Strange."

Yi Jian knew Mu Ji's strange feeling, so he waited quietly, waiting for Mu Ji's next article, but Mu Ji turned his head and thought for a while, without saying anything.

"Why don't you continue to talk about it?" Yi Jian asked.

"What did you say?" Mu Jin shook her head: "I clearly know Boss Zhang very well. I seem to be the monk who was the most familiar with Boss Zhang, but when I think about it, I find that I have never known her before and I have no way to start."

There is no way to start, and the cause and effect are retracted, so will it be strangers from now on? Yi Jian turned around and looked at the white fog behind him. He couldn't see through it. Do he didn't want to see through it or could he not see through it at all.

He slowly stood up, his hand seemed to accidentally brush across the table. The teapot he took out disappeared with the first disappearing, and Yi Jian dispelled the restriction. Looking at Bai Wu, he asked himself that he had always been a decisive person, but when facing this female cultivator who had just met for a while, he actually hesitated.

The so-called boss Zhang, the so-called cause and effect in this world, actually took it with all his strength. How much did she bear?

Suddenly, he waved his hand to lay down the same white mist, isolating all sight and visitation.

He sat down slowly, pondered for a long time, and finally made a complex magic trick with his hands. His fingers counted in the void, and a series of spiritual lights appeared in front of him. The words were complicated, as if something had communicated with the heavens. The spiritual lights in front of him continued to change, and finally they gathered into an inexplicable pattern.

Yi Jian slowly put down his hand and stared at the pattern in front of him for a long time until the inspiration in the pattern was exhausted and slowly disappeared.

He knew that he could not divine Zhang Xiaohan's future, so he divined the future of this divine world, but the divine world had no way to divine, and he could not predict the future of the divine world.
Chapter completed!