The green grass is shady and the breeze is gentle.
A slightly stooped figure walked forward quietly.
Qin Xuan's steps were not fast and he walked forward quietly.
On the side, Tu Xian followed closely behind without saying a word.
Qin Xuan's steps were faster, so she did the same. Qin Xuan's steps were slower, so did she.
Occasionally, Qin Xuan paused and looked ahead quietly, and she also stopped.
After walking almost thirty miles, Qin Xuan said calmly, "You shouldn't have come!"
Tu Xian looked forward and raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "Isn't it your Qin Changqing's fault that everything in the world is big?"
Qin Xuan never spoke again, but felt that it was not necessary.
After walking for almost a whole day in this Demonic Blood Continent, I came across a large river, a mighty river rumbling.
Qin Xuan is getting older, with subtle wrinkles appearing in the corners of his eyes, as if he is one year older.
Qin Xuan looked at the clear river, took a piece of leaf as big as his face, and passed it gently in the river.
A handful of clear water sat in the leaves, reflecting Qin Xuan's own appearance.
Qin Xuan smiled softly, with no pain or sadness in his eyes, and then he drank the whole handful of water.
Sitting quietly on the ground, looking at the rumbling river and the sunset in the distance.
Sitting quietly in the dusk, the shadows gradually lengthened, and no one knew what he was thinking.
Tu Xian stood quietly aside and said nothing.
Qin Xuan sat quietly all night. The next morning, he crossed the river and walked forward again.
In almost three days, Qin Xuan's appearance looked more like he had aged for three years.
But he never said a word. He was alone in this world, as silent as a stubborn stone or a rotten tree.
Even if it is a stubborn rock, it will make a sound when the wind blows over it; even if it is a rotten wood, it will still be moist when raindrops fall.
But Qin Xuan doesn't know how. The wind passes over his body, his clothes and sleeves don't move, and the rain falls on his hair without getting wet at all.
It seems that he is like a passer-by in this world, walking through the wind and rain of this world, but it seems as if he has never been here.
Until the early morning of the fourth day, Qin Xuan stood up on a hill. His appearance was almost forty years old, and he still remained calm.
Tu Xian finally couldn't help but speak. She looked at Qin Xuan, "Have you always been like this?"
For Qin Xuan, she seemed to be in endless loneliness during these three days.
This kind of loneliness made Tu Xiandu faintly surprised.
"What is that?" Qin Xuan's voice was also somewhat magnetic and he said lightly.
"Loneliness? Calmness? Or... habit?" Tu Xian said slowly: "Nothing in the world can enter your heart, and the scenery of the past cannot enter your eyes."
"You are very strange. You look like an old man and feel depressed."
"I didn't notice it before!" Tu Xian frowned slightly.
"They all come into my heart and into my eyes." Qin Xuan said lightly: "It's just that I don't like to play with the wind and laugh at the world, just look at the scenery and ask what is right and wrong."
His answer made Tu Xian frown slightly, and the two fell silent again.
Ten days later, Qin Xuan was in a mountain forest, with the bright moon shining in the sky and a bonfire curling up.
Qin Xuan looked at the bonfire, and some mosquitoes threw themselves into the fire and burned themselves, eventually becoming part of the bonfire.
Tu Xian's brows were still furrowed. She looked at Qin Xuan with confusion, confusion, and curiosity in her eyes.
Once upon a time, he was the arrogant man in white clothes, and he killed three thousand demons with his sword.
Once upon a time, he was the one who carried the heavy burden and fought against the monsters outside the imperial capital.
Once upon a time, it was he who shocked the world with his anger, and destroyed the God King with three moves.
Today, this man in white clothes has not changed his appearance. He has walked hundreds of miles in this world without caring about worldly affairs. He is the same person walking alone in heaven and earth.
She only feels that Qin Xuan is too mysterious, even if he is the reincarnation of an immortal, he may not be like this.
Immortals are not as mysterious as everyone imagines. As a saint from Tongtian Magic Mountain, Tu Xian does not know anything about immortals.
Even in the long years of cultivation world, it is not unheard of to banish immortals.
But Qin Xuan is not like an immortal.
"Is this how you plan to go through this life-threatening calamity? If this life-threatening calamity continues, will you keep going?" Tu Xian looked at Qin Xuan and spoke for the third time.
Qin Xuan quietly picked up a dead branch and dropped it into the bonfire.
"perhaps!"
He uttered two words lightly and watched the bonfire burning.
"What's the point of continuing like this?" Tu Xian's brows furrowed even more tightly, "If I were you, I might as well stay in one place and survive this life-threatening disaster."
Qin Xuan smiled softly when he heard the words. He quietly looked at the bonfire and the fire illuminated his face.
"How do you know, this is meaningless to me, but in your eyes, this move is meaningless." Qin Xuan's voice filled the night gently.
He has been getting stronger all his life in his previous life, and the Eternal Qing Emperor, behind this unparalleled one, cannot breathe even for a moment.
In this life, it is the same, every step is extremely difficult.
But this is the most ordinary and ordinary thing, walking around in this world and drifting with the tide, how many times in Qin Changqing's life, no, even in his previous life and this life?
Tu Xian was silent. She looked at Qin Xuan, "Are you enjoying it?"
She finally discovered something, and her frown gradually relaxed.
Qin Xuan did not answer, but instead said: "!"
He picked up a dead branch and pointed at a moth swaying in the distance.
"These are already two moths. The first one has turned into ashes!"
"Tu Xian, what do you think of this moth?"
He turned his head slightly, and under the firelight, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were clear.
Tu Xian glanced at the moth that was getting closer, "Moths have their own ways of fighting into the fire. Just as you said, in my eyes, what you did makes me puzzled, but to you, it is
It’s another thing.”
"In our eyes, it is foolish to fly into a flame, but you and I are not moths, so how do we know that it is not willing."
The moth fell into the flame, and the flame burned the moth's wings. Gradually, the moth turned into a small ball of fire and fell into the bonfire.
"How do you know that you and I are not moths?" Qin Xuan smiled softly, "You and I both want something, and for this, we will work hard, even if we may burn ourselves to death in front of us, we will not hesitate."
"Tu Xian, many things in this world are like this bonfire, and you and I may be the moths that flutter into the fire."
"Sometimes, only with equanimity can you end up with a happy ending!"
Qin Xuan said softly, and the third moth in the distance seemed to be attracted by the fire and flew over.
"If the moth can abandon the greed of fire, it will not die!"
"And if I want this moth to survive, I can only send it to a place where there is no flame."
Qin Xuan tapped his finger lightly, and the moth disappeared. A hundred miles away, the moth emerged from the sky.
In front of the bonfire, Qin Xuan's eyes were indifferent.
"Are you warning me?"
Tu Xian's brows furrowed, and immediately, her red lips curved and she smiled lightly.
"If you don't have greed, why would you be a demon?"
"If I were a moth, even if I burned myself to death, how could it be compared to decaying in the darkness!?"
Tu Xian suddenly clicked his hand, and the flames on the bonfire turned into a ball and appeared in front of her.
"If the moth were me, then this bonfire, even if it disperses, would remain in my memory forever."
Tu Xian put the bonfire back in the distance, hugged his knees and smiled.
"So what about moths? They don't ask for the vast sky, they don't ask for the dazzling sun. They just ask for the light of this bonfire. Even if they burn themselves to death, they won't make a single whimper."
Qin Xuan sighed quietly.
"But if this bonfire has feelings, how can it be willing to see this moth die because of its own brilliance?"
Qin Xuan stopped talking. He looked at the bonfire and fell silent again.