Animism means that everything in the world has life, and spirituality is the true meaning of life.
Qin Yi smiled: "That's how you understand it? But it's pretty good that you can understand it at this level."
After Zhang Ling finished feeding the horse, he put the bowl aside and said, "After you said what you said yesterday, I suddenly felt something. Now I am truly at the fourth level of Erba Jing. I was tired from training, so I took two I had a chicken drumstick, and I found that it also liked to eat it, so I thought that most things in the world should be like this, and we should not be stubborn and follow the path of our predecessors."
Suddenly a majestic bird song sounded in the sky, and then an eagle slowly fell and landed on the horse. The two suddenly became excited for some unknown reason, and the eagle and the horse wandered around.
Zhang Ling then continued: "I didn't think about taming it. It can still run on horseback. In the same way, you chose to take the old path and return to the Yuan realm, but now you are still stuck in that thin line. So, since you have started over, Should we change our approach? This is one of them."
Qin Yi was very interested and asked, "What about the second method?"
Zhang Ling hesitated for a moment, then said: "Death!"
The whole villa suddenly became quiet.
After a long silence, he walked in the direction of the horse: "I've told you my suggestion. As for the decision, it's up to you."
Qin Yi stopped Zhang Ling in a deep voice: "Wait a minute, Yang Xiao and the others should be leaving."
Zhang Ling was a little surprised, but after thinking about his level, it was not surprising. Zhang Ling nodded. Qin Yi put his sleeves on his back and showed a smirk: "Since they left, what's left? It’s up to you to patch up the trees, otherwise you won’t be able to leave.”
Zhang Ling suddenly became furious: "Qin Yi, you cross the river and burn the bridge."
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A drop of dew fell on his hazy eyes. Zhang Ling got up from the ground with his hands. After wiping Yang Xiao's butt, he fell asleep on the spot for the whole night. Zhang Ling stretched his body and felt a soreness. Lingering.
"Suffer!"
Zhang Ling looked around for a week and made sure that there was no trace of Qin Yi, so as not to cause any further trouble, he simply sneaked away.
At the entrance of the villa, within three feet, a man was sitting on the ground. His appearance was as handsome as that of a peerless beauty, which was enough to make the woman feel ashamed. On his knees lay a bunch of green guqin, with an unknown figure painted on it. The twelve strings of the evil ghost's costume even have their own characteristics, and there is a jar of unopened wine beside it.
At this moment, Zhang Ling, who was coming with his horse, happened to bump into him. Zhang Ling turned from frightened to calm again. He looked at the mellow man and asked softly: "Are you Qin Yi?"
The mellow man without a mask smiled and nodded. With this smile, not to mention women, even serious men could not help but sigh for his beauty. Qin Yi stroked the strings, wiped the dust that had not been removed, and asked: "Got to go?"
Zhang Ling just nodded and waited for the next step with fear.
After the dust-free strings were wiped clearer, Qin Yi gently wiped them on the strings and asked: "Do you know why I let you enter this villa?"
Zhang Ling was a little confused and asked: "Do you think you and I are like close friends?"
Qin Yi played a piano sound, which was not pleasant to the ear. Instead, it was an impact that stabbed the soul.
"It's just part of the reason, and there's another reason. The first time I met you, I felt that you were somewhat similar to her, although the gender is different."
Zhang Ling stepped back, feeling frightened and retorted: "It's completely different."
Qin Yi plucked another string, like a reassurance. Zhang Ling calmed down for a moment. Qin Yi joked: "I'm just kidding, I'm waiting for you here, I have something to give you."
Qin Yi did not stand up, but opened the wine jar on the side. Zhang Ling sniffed hard, but did not smell the expected aroma of wine. Qin Yi handed the wine to Zhang Ling. After Zhang Ling took it, Qin Yi said: "This wine But it’s different from the wine I gave you before. This is the Baihua Brew made by picking the petals of the flowers after I stirred them up last time. Even I haven’t drunk it yet.”
Zhang Ling handed the Baihua Brew back, and Qin Yi stopped and said, "No, I'll give you this jar, and there will be more in the future."
Seeing that Zhang Ling was still hesitant, he asked, "Do you have any more questions?"
Zhang Ling said: "I'm leaving soon. If I drink now, does it count as a drunk driving?"
Qin Yi smiled and said: "Drunk driving? This term is quite new. I will try it next time, but now you can't get out of this villa if you don't drink."
Zhang Ling raised the wine jar and started drinking. He felt drunk, but unexpectedly not drunk. After finishing the drink, Zhang Ling said: "This wine tastes good, and it feels like it is mixed with all the flavors of life."
Qin Yi stopped talking and slowly plucked the strings. Every sound of the piano fell clearly into Zhang Ling's ears. He originally wanted to mobilize his mental power to resist, but after finding that there was no murderous intention, he removed the defense.
Zhang Ling looked at the guqin played by Qin Yi. The sound was gentle, but for some reason he couldn't see clearly the order in which he fingered the strings. Zhang Ling seemed to have noticed something, and his eyes turned to the surroundings. The peach, plum, apricot, and plum blossoms, all the flowers that had withered overnight, were forming buds, buds, and blooming at a speed visible to the naked eye.
One declines and one flourishes, one withers and one flourishes. In just a moment, you can see hundreds of flowers throughout your life.
The sound of the piano still echoed. Qin Yi stirred the twelve strings and silently recited: "Fine flowers gather together, and a hundred flowers bloom."
As Qin Yi whispered, at the same time, the flowers in the entire villa bloomed to their peak. In parallel, hazy, a hazy mist slowly rose and filled the villa, but outside it was as usual.
It was as if Zhang Ling saw the blooming mist lotus, and the inner defenses were broken. Zhang Ling sat down and closed his eyes. The sound of the piano gradually disappeared, and the whole villa appeared in his eyes. Wonderland, but when his eyes wandered, he saw the fallen willow tree.
Outside the dream, after the music of the piano really stopped, the blooming flowers began to fall. Zhang Ling opened his eyes, his mind was clear, and a sense of refreshing emerged spontaneously. After standing up, the pain in his waist also disappeared.
Zhang Ling looked at the handsome man who got up and asked, "How long have I been sleeping?"
Qin Yi replied: "I only played one piece and one piece for a quarter of an hour."
Zhang Ling hesitated, and Qin Yi said again: "It's really okay now, you can leave."
Pulling up the reins, Zhang Ling walked out of the villa without hesitation. His depressed mood became clear. Zhang Ling supported the horse and looked back at him: "By the way, there is something else I want to say to you."
Qin Yi looked at him and his aura suddenly rose: "It's really terrible to encounter your emotional troubles just after I left home."
Afterwards, Zhang Ling got on the horse, slapped the horse's body, and the man and the horse fled away without any delay, for fear that the person behind him would suddenly take action.
