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Chapter 767 Walking Alone (July Ticket)

 This is a busy street corner, filled with foreigners coming and going.

Qin Xuan and Qin Hao walked one behind the other, Qin Xuan looked at all the living beings.

"Hao'er, you are my son, Qin Xuan, the son of the Qing Emperor. This has been destined since your birth and cannot be changed!" Qin Xuan slowly said, "You hope that all living beings will fight for power and accumulate wealth.

And you, since you were born, have everything you need!"

"The so-called wealth is nothing more than this!"

"But you are my son, Qin Xuan, and the son of Qing Emperor. At the same time, since you were born, you are destined to not need these so-called glory and wealth."

"Your mother and I are both people who are pursuing the great path of cultivation. The prosperity of the world is just a passing cloud for us!"

Qin Xuan paused for a moment while Qin Hao remained silent.

He knew what Qin Xuan said.

But since he was a child, his father has not allowed him to follow his path.

"And what you don't know is that your mother and I will have to leave this star sooner or later! Jin ru will look for the avenue in the vast sky of stars."

"Since you were first born, I have decided in my heart that you, like me, are destined to embark on the boundless road!"

"But I have been practicing on the top of Longchi Mountain for nineteen years, and this trace of decision has long since disappeared!"

"From the moment your mother let you enter the world, I knew that I could not arrange your path forever."

"The road travels alone, and you are at ease ahead."

Qin Xuan's eyes were leisurely and he walked with his hands behind his back.

"I am your father, but I am not you!"

"I can't decide your future because of me, so I didn't object to your mother letting you join the world!"

"All life is suffering, and everyone in the world has different fates. Your destiny, your path, and your disasters ultimately need to be walked through, stepped on, and survived one by one by yourself!"

"I can protect you for a while, but I can't protect you forever."

Qin Hao's head lowered even more, and he savored his father's words carefully, with occasional confusion and realization in his eyes.

Unknowingly, the two of them had arrived at a teahouse, and the owner was a Chinese.

Qin Xuan took Qin Hao and entered the private room on the top floor of the teahouse.

A pot of tea, filled with silence.

"Now, there are two roads in front of you!" Qin Xuan looked at Qin Hao with calm eyes, "One of these two roads is my choice for you."

"I will unravel your bloodline, teach you the skills, and join me in entering the great avenue to cultivate. It is a long road, but you will walk alone!"

"The second path is for you to abandon my choice and choose your own path. However, I will seal off everything you have, including wealth and power."

"There is no such thing as perfection in the world. I want to rely on the shadow of my parents, but I also yearn for freedom!"

"Parental love is a kind of prison. I don't want to be a foolish father who decides your future."

Qin Xuan sighed quietly and sipped the tea, "It's not that your mother doesn't understand this truth, it's just that she doted on you too much. Your mother was once an unparalleled talented woman in China, but she got the name of an unparalleled talented woman because of her frailty."

"However, it is easy for others to arrange things, but you are the only one. You are her son, and she cannot be cruel."

Qin Hao looked at the pot of tea, feeling unmoved.

"Are there two ways?" Qin Hao smiled bitterly, "Do I have any other choice?"

Three months ago, he was so aggressive that he thought he could stand in heaven and earth without everything else.

However, he finally discovered that he was nothing if he left his parents and the Qin family.

The ups and downs of March made him fully aware that he, Qin Hao, was just a human being.

As his father said, life is full of hardships, and he is not like this.

Qin Xuan smiled faintly and looked at Qin Hao, "You naturally have a choice. How many of these living beings have nothing and struggle alone!"

"Suffering, sadness, joy, anger, seven emotions and six desires were all disasters. Since you have passion in your heart, you have to move forward arduously."

"Heaven does not favor people, but people can only stand on their own!"

Qin Xuan looked at Qin Hao, "Hao'er, I never think that choosing a path is a temporary matter!"

"Even I have encountered countless choices. However, as time goes by, it is not an exaggeration to say that some choices are right and some are wrong."

"But only time is irreversible. Whether it is right or wrong, it is the path under your feet, the road of life."

Qin Hao looked at the pot of tea, raised his head blankly, and looked at Qin Xuan.

"The tea can be reheated when it's cold, but once you take a step on the road of life, can't you look back?"

Qin Hao is not smart, but he never thinks about it.

"Dad, I know what you said. You want me to walk that path alone, whether it is the path of cultivation or the path of life."

"You need me to be self-reliant, endure suffering, go through hardships, and I will grow up!"

Qin Xuan smiled and said nothing, neither right nor wrong.

"I understand!" Qin Hao nodded and clenched his fist slightly, "The road walks alone. I will move forward and will not let my father down."

Qin Xuan laughed dumbly, "It's not that I won't be disappointed, but..."

Qin Xuan gently tapped Qin Hao's forehead, "Don't let yourself down!"

"When you are immortal or your bones are buried in the earth, you will look back on your life and you will know what your life was like. You have a clear conscience and regrets. Only then can you see it."

"Hao'er, you are nineteen this year, and I will give you eleven years to struggle in this melting pot of mortal world. No matter it is sweet and bitter, joys and sorrows, when you are thirty, you can go to the dragon pond to find me again.

"

"At that time, it's time for you to choose your path!"

"Are you like me, walking alone on the road, or are you willing to live a worry-free life in this world of mortals!"

Qin Xuan looked out the window, but there was one sentence he never said.

If he originally hoped that Qin Hao would walk on the road with him, but now, he hopes that Qin Hao can live a worry-free life in this mortal world.

Not everyone is a Qing Emperor, not everyone is immortal.

Too many people are buried on this road.

How many difficulties are there on the road? Look at the Mountain of Dry Bones!

In his previous life, he had seen too many withered bones and too many people buried, among them there were countless people who were peerless, dragons and phoenixes, and earth-shattering.

Even he, the emperor of all ages, eventually perished in the Immortal Burial Tribulation and the difficulty of becoming a god.

If he is reborn, looking at hundreds of millions of years, I am afraid he is the only one.

In front of all living beings, no matter how talented you are, you can weep ghosts and gods, but you can't go back and take a step back on the road of life.

Haoer!

I, Qin Changqing, am a father for the first time, but as a father, I cannot accompany you throughout your life.

Wherever you go, where you go, who you will meet, and what disasters you will suffer, these are all for your life.

Qin Xuan smiled softly and took a sip of tea.

The tea has gone cold, but Qin Xuan doesn't care.

Qin Hao looked at his father, and finally nodded heavily.

"Hao'er knows!"

He vaguely seemed to see his father, who was never at a loss, holding the teacup in his hand.

Give it a shake!

Like an illusion.

——

I’ll give it to you in the seventh update, please give me some monthly votes.

There is only a small gap to go to the next level. Lao Meng hopes that everyone can help me.

Recently, everyone has their own opinions on Qin Xuan's love.

The old dream goes like this: If a text has no bones, it will be meaningless to read.

The Qing Emperor is the bone of a crazy immortal.

A peerless person who has reached the pinnacle of immortality and survived for thousands of years.

The years of human life are only a hundred years, but Yu Qinxuan can only snap his fingers for a moment.

Be it Mo Qinglian or Xiao Wu!

In the future, in the world of cultivation, we will meet again after all the vicissitudes of life.


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