Chapter 5: How can we resolve the turmoil in the past life in this life? It is difficult.
Ning Caichen's thoughts were in turmoil. Recently, he could always dream of the tree demon in Lanruohuai City.
He himself didn't have much impression of the tree demon, but because of these bizarre dreams, he had a somewhat different feeling about the tree demon named Huaicheng.
He stroked his beard in confusion, and a strange idea suddenly came to his mind.
"Is my beard too long?"
He has been slovenly for a long time. He has no plans to get married, so he doesn't care about his image either.
But it's been very weird lately.
"Forget it, let's shave it." Ning Caichen thought, and then used a trace of sword energy to shave off the slovenly beard.
"Old Yan, I have something to discuss with you..." Beiming Fengyun knocked on Ning Caichen's door.
"Please come in." Ning Caichen touched his smooth chin, feeling a little unnatural.
Beiming Fengyun opened the door and saw the clean-shaven Ning Caichen.
Beiming Fengyun was silent for a while, then exited the room, closed the door first, and looked around.
Was there something wrong with the way he opened it? So he tried again.
But after opening the door, what I saw was the same scene I saw before.
"Who are you? Where is Lao Yan?" he asked Ning Caichen strangely.
"I just shaved, can't you recognize me now?" Ning Caichen picked up a bunch of beard.
"...Why did you shave off your beard? Is it because of that tree demon?" Beiming Fengyun asked jokingly, not paying attention to his quantifier.
"I think it's really possible, because I've been dreaming about that tree demon lately." Ning Caichen didn't care about his quantifier.
"You're done, you've fallen in love." Beiming Fengyun raised his eyebrows, a bit alarmist.
"Come on, what's the matter with you?" Ning Caichen rolled his eyes.
"It's Mr. Yuelou who asked you to come and have a chat. He said he had some confusion about swordsmanship and wanted to discuss it with you." Beiming Fengyun said.
"... Mr. Yuelou's sword strike was so good that I praised it. I think I may not be able to answer his questions." Ning Caichen said with some embarrassment.
"What if someone wants to mention you?" Beiming Fengyun said with a different thought.
"This is not unreasonable, but I always feel that this matter is not that simple."
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"Mr. Yuelou, is this really okay?" Huaicheng asked Qin Yuelou hesitantly, while she was still holding the talisman in her hand.
Although the combination of the bitter love tree and the red thread of marriage resulted in the broken blood-stained talisman, this is already a very miraculous thing.
But caring leads to confusion, and Huaicheng's worry made her hesitate.
"There is still a possibility of success if you give it a try, but if you don't even dare to give it a try, the possibility will be zero, unless you want to leave this matter to the illusory fate.
Otherwise, let me ask another question, do you still want to wait another thousand years?" Qin Yuelou spoke straightforwardly without any euphemism.
In fact, he could have ignored this trivial matter, but it was because of Huaicheng that Haolai got the red thread of marriage, even though the red thread of marriage was of little use to him.
But this can be regarded as an acceptance that the person is willing to tell his story. If Huaicheng hadn't told it, he wouldn't have gotten this red thread of marriage.
So he took care of the business.
"So, how should this talisman be used?" Grandma Dryad asked Qin Yuelou.
"Perhaps you need to understand this by yourself." Qin Yuelou pretended to be incomprehensible and said,
"After all, everyone has their own destiny."
In fact, it was because he himself didn't know what to do that he said such ambiguous words.
The Bitterness Tree is an independent individual, not a treasure for his sacrifice, so it is normal to not understand it.
As for asking Qin Yuelou to sacrifice the bitterness tree, he had no intention of doing so. The bitterness tree obviously had its own intelligence. If Qin Yuelou sacrificed it, it would be no different from killing the bitterness tree.
He didn't want to do this, after all, he was not a black man who could cultivate immortality.
After listening to Qin Yuelou's words, Huaicheng thought about it secretly, and then input a little magic power into the talisman.
Afterwards, the broken talisman stained with blood spontaneously ignited.
The faint green smoke dispersed from the talisman, condensing into the appearance of the Taoist priest, but it was quite illusory.
The phantom smiled at Huaicheng and then disappeared.
Huaicheng was silent, but there were tears shining in his eyes.
Qin Yuelou looked at the scene in front of him thoughtfully.
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"Nie Caichen, do you really want to go to Fulongting?" the girl in red asked the young Taoist priest.
This is the promotion method of Fulong lineage. It is different from ordinary cultivators.
As for the so-called Fulong Court, it was to support the new dynasty in troubled times. This is the Fulong Court.
If there are thousands of ways of Taoism, there are internal and external elixirs to achieve Taoism, and there is also tranquility and inaction to achieve Taoism, but this Fulong lineage can also be regarded as a kind of anomaly. After all, the highest achievement of Fulong lineage has never been realized, and it is only in theory.
Immortal Dynasty].
All the civil and military officials in the entire dynasty became immortals, and even the people were like dragons. This is called "the luck of the dynasty to become immortals".
It's just a theory. The young Taoist priest Nie Caichen doesn't have such lofty ideals yet.
"Our lineage is for Fulongting. After Fulongting is established, we can take advantage of the imperial dragon energy to go further. Then I will be able to dominate the world. In this way, no one will gossip after I marry you.
Come on." The young Taoist priest turned his head shyly, not looking at the girl.
"Huaicheng, wait for me. I will come back to marry you after I succeed in Fulongting."
"Okay, then I'll wait for you." Huaicheng nodded seriously, believing Nie Caichen's words.
In this way, the locust tree was sitting on the locust tree in the middle of the mountain forest, looking at the direction in which he left.
Thousands of years ago, when the troubled times were not yet over, the young Taoist priest who wanted to support Longting chose the one he liked and supported him. But just like the Yellow Turban Taoism, White Lotus Sect, and Yiguan Sect in later generations, the troubled times at that time also had such a situation.
a group of people.
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Year after year passed, the young Taoist priest also became gray-haired and exhausted mentally and physically.
Although the favored person chosen at the beginning ascended the throne and became emperor, he was only one-half of the world. The two dynasties of the north and the south were at odds with each other. In the end, the former young man also fell ill and died on the dragon's bed.
It was the late emperor who had just started his business, but the middle path collapsed.
In the end, the late emperor passed away, leaving only an only son.
The only son had no qualifications to be an emperor. What he did have was a literary talent, and he was good at poetry, calligraphy, painting, and chess. If he had been in the prosperous age, he would have been called a wise man, but he happened to be reincarnated into the emperor's family.
The once young Taoist priest has become an old national master and imperial master.
He did not blame the child for not being an emperor, nor did he regret his choice of Fulongting.
Only sometimes, he would think of the touch of red on the locust tree.
Although that child did not have the appearance of an emperor, he did not cause him too much trouble.
He knew that the enemy in the north was not some fierce general or counselor;
Rather, they are his enemies and friends, and old enemies who cherish each other. They are both from the Fulongting family, but they are enemies of each other.
The two are also friends who are destined to be enemies. They compete with each other in battles of wits and wits, but they also tacitly agree to stop and leave each other time to recuperate.
Sometimes the two old men would meet and talk about each other, but the grudges and grudges could not be forgotten. It was just that after fighting for most of their lives, it was inevitable that one of them would die first.
He also knew that his time was limitless, but he still dedicated himself to death.
Eventually, he became bedridden due to illness.
He drew a talisman and carved his guilt and longing for the girl into the talisman. But after the talisman was finished,
He kept coughing up blood, staining the corners of the talisman red.
He wanted to give the talisman away, but he didn't dare to give it away.
Eventually, he died of illness.
His old enemy Jiang Fengyun also withdrew his troops and returned to his country. He was the only one who went to the southern dynasty as an envoy to attend his funeral.
The young emperor handed the talisman to Jiang Fengyun.
"Before Yafu died, he was at a loss for this talisman. We mortals didn't know how to use it. Mr. Jiang, you and Yafu come from the same lineage. I think you should know how to use it."
Jiang Fengyun knew the function of this talisman, but he didn't know how to deal with it.
"You should leave this talisman and bury it with him. The longing and guilt in this talisman are too heavy. I'm afraid that his sweetheart will not be able to accept the fact that he died." Jiang Fengyun sighed and returned the talisman.
"But..." The young emperor has not yet said what he wants to say.
"You are still young, so you don't understand. Sometimes, if you hate someone, you will eventually let go. But this love that no one goes to date may never let go in your lifetime. Rather than being unable to let go, it is better to go with the wind.
I think this is also what Nie Xiang thinks."
"That's it, so be it." The young emperor said, keeping the talisman in a safe place.
Later, the two countries fought, and the north conquered the south, and the young emperor became a prisoner.
Jiang Fengyun secretly let the young emperor go, and the young emperor took the talisman and his talent with him, changed his name in the new dynasty, and spent the rest of his life.
The talismans have been wandering around, witnessing the rise and fall of large and small. For thousands of years, the talismans have flowed around and fallen into the hands of different people.
Some are the reincarnations of Nie Caichen, and some are the people around the reincarnation.
Fu Lu witnessed his death,
Finally, I was captured by the tree of bitterness and the red thread of marriage,
Sent to Huaicheng,
Passing on bits and pieces of the past of these thousand years to Huaicheng,
Not memory, not words,
Some are just silent guilt and longing.
And that sentence.
"I'm sorry, I came back late."
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Ning Caichen had tears streaming down his face. He just accidentally dozed off and had a dream.
In that dream, his name was Nie Caichen, and he had a friend who was both an enemy and a friend, named Jiang Fengyun...
The talisman witnessed the passage of thousands of years after Ning Caichen's death.
The tree of bitterness and the red thread of marriage also triggered memories that belonged to Nie Caichen thousands of years ago with the help of talismans.
As soon as he arrived in front of Qin Yuelou's house, he was taken in by the soldiers. After drinking some wine, he was swept away by the trapped thoughts, and then he had a dream.
Nie Caichen and Ning Caichen are just one word apart, but they are thousands of years apart.
As soon as he woke up, he saw Qin Yuelou sitting opposite him and drinking calmly.
"Mr. Yuelou..." Ning Caichen was about to speak, but Qin Yuelou interrupted him.
"I don't like to lie. The dream you had was one of your previous lives, and it was also a person related to the tree demon in Lanruohuai City. I made these happen. I want to ask you now,
What are you going to do?" Qin Yuelou asked Ning Caichen.
"Mr. Yuelou, you are a bit unkind, but...to be honest, I am also very confused now." Ning Caichen felt helpless and bitter.
Nie Caichen's memory and Ning Caichen's memory blended with each other without any disorder, and connected with him so smoothly.
So, is he Ning Caichen or Nie Caichen?
He doesn't know who he is,
I don’t even know how to face this past relationship.
"It's okay. If it's confusing, you can think about it more, but no matter what choice you make, I hope you won't regret it." Qin Yuelou said, picked up the potted sapling of bitterness and walked out of the door.
He wanted to take the bitter sapling to bask in the sun.
He didn't know how to say whether he was kind or not.
"How can we solve the troubles in the past life in this life? It's difficult." Qin Yuelou said with emotion.
But he did help the tree demon Huaicheng, although Ning Caichen didn't know how to express this.
Say thank you to him, it has to be Nie Caichen.
The one who said something unkind to him was definitely Ning Caichen.
So Ning Caichen was also very conflicted and confused.
While Qin Yuelou was basking in the sun, he saw the little fat man who came to play with him.
So he told the little fat man about this matter, and he wanted to ask the little fat man what he thought about it.
"I don't have any opinion, but brother Yuelou, have you ever thought that maybe the tree demon sister just wants an answer?"
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"Answer?" Qin Yuelou chewed on the word.
I didn't taste much of it when I chewed it.
Qin Yuelou, who has no roots in love, has become completely ignorant about love and love.
But although he has no love roots, he can still understand it thanks to his previous life.
In other words, it is such an embarrassing pattern and state: "I will tell you if I love you, and I will do everything I love you, but I don't know how to love you."
While he was thinking about it, Dryad Grandma also knocked on the door. After opening the door, Huaicheng saluted and went straight to find Ning Caichen.
I don’t know what I said, so I left alone.
Ning Caichen also chased him out in despair.
Finally, he collapsed on the ground helplessly,
He was extremely confused, but he made no sign of getting up.
"What's going on? Master Ning?" Qin Yuelou helped Ning Caichen up and asked Ning Caichen.
"She said, 'The flowers are similar every year, but the people are different every year.'"
Except for the little fat man who didn't understand, Qin Yuelou understood what Huaicheng's answer was.
He had read a novel before, and there was a passage in the novel that he still remembers vividly.
[There is a kind of flower in this world, and its name is the Sui Suihua.
When it is not blooming, it is some purple grass. This kind of grass will not bloom when it is alive. For them, blooming means death.
They will bloom on the last day of each year, and on the next day, they will dry up, and a new batch of 'Shou Sui' will begin to grow, continuing the same fate one after another.
The flowers that stay on New Year's Eve bloom, and each season is different.
Even if there is a sea of flowers here next year, the flowers next year will no longer be the flowers this year.】
Reincarnation can indeed make up for the regrets of the past, but... is the person he was then the same person he is now?
Huaicheng's answer is this.
It was Nie Caichen who she had been waiting for from beginning to end.
But it was Ning Caichen who was waiting.
Now, she got the answer she wanted.
That's it, I'm relieved.
Ning Caichen looked lost, but the sword intent around him became even more intense.
He was a swordsman, and this important pass was also breached by him on the spot.
His sword seemed to have cut off this fate, but it also cut off its own path.
"I understand." Ning Caichen laughed lightly, even though his hair was full of white.
Now, Ning Caichen, a disciple of the Shushan Sword Sect, has understood the Tao of his own body. The Tao sword has been released, and he can be called the Sword Master.
Are the man and the monster now strangers to each other? Qin Yuelou looked at the white-haired Ning Caichen and had this thought in his mind.
Or maybe the human and the demon are parallel lines that do not intersect. The memories of past lives are gathered together and then intersect, but they still have to move towards their respective futures.
Qin Yuelou felt that he had once again done something that he didn't know how to judge.
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