In the early morning, as soon as Xian Qing stepped into the garden, he noticed something was wrong in the air. The mist, which would turn into a thick aura as the sunlight hit it, turned slightly black, or to be precise, glowed with a jet-black light.

He raised his hand and pinched a few spiritual secrets to dispel the black mist attracted by the body of all spirits. When he raised his head, he saw Ying Meng sitting on a high branch holding a brass teapot, staring blankly into the void.

, there was an unusual loneliness all around.

"What are you doing?" Xian Qing stopped slightly. Yingmeng's attitude was not quite right. She should know very well how dangerous it is to take off her disguise. Was she doing this because she wanted to be eliminated? She drank it.

Is there something wrong with drinking? "Mask?"

Yingmeng sat with her hands and feet shrunken, tilted her head slightly, and looked at him deeply, her eyes could not wipe away the tiredness. "With a mask of smile, whose life am I living? Who is living in me?"

Xian Qing looked at her deeply. If there was a barrage, the word "sick" should be written all over his back.

Xian Qing turned around and went back to the house angrily. He strongly felt that the way he got up today was not correct. They were both sad for the autumn and the moon, and they should not look at Ying Meng if they were so melancholy, especially when she looked very sad but gave people a sense of sadness.

There is a strong sense of middle school.

"Don't you want to chat?" The weak plea floated with the wind, the voice was very low, but the sadness in it was so deep. The moment it touched the skin, the cold wind climbed up, eroding into the bones, making

The listener unconsciously feels a sense of sadness.

Xian Qing, who had already crossed the threshold, paused, let out a long sigh, and closed the door again. He tapped his toes lightly on the ground and landed easily on the branch where Ying Meng was.

"Tell me, what's wrong?"

Yingmeng leaned against the tree trunk and looked at the body standing on the branch. The morning sun slowly rose behind him. It might be that he was glowing, or it might be the reflection of the morning light. His whole person looked very dazzling.

If a person could choose to live a safe, smooth and carefree life, would he be willing to struggle in the abyss and survive in the darkness?

She was once an abandoned baby who was considered a burden.

No name, no surname, no fixed place.

Worrying about survival all day long leaves no time for cultivation.

Without resources and qualifications, cultivating immortality is so far away.

At that time, she was so humble that she could not even be compared to a blade of grass. She was alive... because of her "luck".

Oh, she can hardly remember that memory... She was too young at that time, and that period of time was too short.

She seemed to have forgotten her birth, or she didn't want to know how she was born.

How to survive.

Maybe she was already rotten, maybe her birth was just a move. What right does she have to desire redemption?

Ying Meng looked at Xian Qing with deep eyes.

At that time, he appeared so suddenly and hugged her in the snow. At that time, his appearance was reflected in her eyes. It turns out that there really is an immortal in white clothes in the world, like the moon in the cold sky, shining stars, pulling people out

mud.

It's just that the young man in white in the halo that night was not as holy as his appearance.

Immortal, isn't he also a human? When she prayed for the immortal's protection, they were unable to extricate themselves from their own power struggle. However, that's right, who is not struggling in the quagmire of life?

Lord Immortal, should I blame you? If my story has been set a long time ago, who is writing my story? If I am a created puppet, does it matter if I become an abandoned baby?

Your handiwork?

At first, for that little bit of warmth, even if she knew he was using her, she was still willing to do it. She tried her best to solve his master's problems, take the blame, and protect him from the wind and rain. Isn't this the meaning of being a puppet?

Later... forget it, no matter whether she wanted to or not, she was already in the game and it was too late.

Whether she catches it by any means or spends everything she has to keep it, this is her greed for light, and it is also the beginning of her destruction.

It's a pity that she can never distinguish between light and dark.

Later she realized that she was the only one who could save her...after all, she was blind.

This is the fate of a tool person. Is she willing to become a tool?

Yingmeng narrowed her eyes slightly to block the complexity rising in her eyes. "Who are you?"

"What did you hear again?" Xian Qing's white and cold fingertips lightly touched the back of his hand, making a soft but not heavy sound. He always had no emotion. His eyes paused on the brass teapot. This teapot looked familiar.

"I'm just curious about what your name is." Yingmeng suppressed the deepest dark and morbid thoughts.

"Don't you know?" Xian Qing used a little force on his fingertips.

"There is no surname like Xian in the Eight Realms." Yingmeng said every word, without hiding the sigh in his tone.

Xian Qing glanced at her indifferently, and Ying Meng said quietly before he spoke. "I looked through ancient books and found that your surname is different from the emperor's surname. I should have thought of it..."

"Is the name important?" Xian Qing finally looked at Yingmeng seriously, his tone a little more serious. "It's just a code name."

"How can it not be important?" Yingmeng's eyes were deep and cold when he glanced sideways. Indeed, in essence, it is only

It is a word without any meaning, but for the person who owns it, it is a symbol of identity, which contains personality, past, and emotions. It is equivalent to a key, corresponding to the lock that belongs to him.

"If you just ask these questions, there is no point." Xian Qing obviously didn't want to continue this topic. He knew that Yingmeng knew that he would never answer such questions. Not to mention that no one would be in the enemy's country.

The surname of the previous royal family was used in the capital, not to mention that he... was not qualified to use that name.

Yingmeng sighed softly, with a lingering feeling like a fallen leaf returning to its roots. "Have you ever heard of the story of Shi Wushuang?"

Xian Qing didn't answer, but to Ying Meng, his expression said everything.

Yingmeng touched the brass teapot in his hand. "It seems you have heard of it."

"There are many people named Shi Wushuang recorded in historical records. Therefore, I infer that it is just a code name. Your appearance undoubtedly proves this point."

Ying Meng sneered at Xian Qing's explanation. "What about their endings? Are they strikingly similar?"

"If you must look at it that way, everyone's stories have certain similarities. After all, we are all human beings..." Xian Qing pondered for a moment and did not answer directly.

"Don't you think their story is a bit ridiculous because of the coincidence?" Yingmeng lowered his eyes slightly, his long eyelashes half covering his dark eyes. "I forgot to ask, how much do you know?"

"I only know a little bit about it." Xian Qing stood there and looked at her calmly. "They all have a few scratches in the history books."

"I smell a conspiracy." Ying Meng smiled slightly at Yanran's lips, but her smile was a bit bitter. She was not pressing the question after all.

She knew that Xian Qing would not say anything, at least not in this place of trial. He definitely knew more than a little bit.

Yingmeng recalled the story over and over again in fascination. Without the guidance of logic and rationality, some pictures became clearer and clearer. She wanted to classify everything as a scene in the dream world. No confirmation was needed, it must be

A dream! However, it seems that the faces of the characters in the old man’s story are getting clearer and clearer, and the faces of the people around him gradually overlap with the characters.

She took a deep breath while looking at the mocking faces. She didn't know if it was subconscious bias at work, but by comparison, she found that their personalities were very similar.

"I just have a question. The name Sheng Yuan is not his real name, is it?" Ying Meng chuckled softly and touched the tip of his tongue to the roof of his mouth. The declarative sentence had the flavor of a question.

Xian Qing didn't express his position, just looked at Ying Meng.
Chapter completed!