The gentle female voice in Zhao Wujiang's mind did not answer his question directly, but sighed slightly:
"You've seen it before, but you didn't care."
Zhao Wujiang continued to ask, but received only one answer:
"I'm waiting for you in Lianxin. Maybe if you see me, you will remember a lot of things and know the answers."
The female voice disappeared, Zhao Wujiang's mind buzzed slightly, and his mind and thoughts became clear again.
He had many questions that he wanted to ask, but this gentle female voice always appeared unexpectedly and without any pattern.
Now I told him to meet in Lianxin.
He was very puzzled. It was obvious that many things could be explained clearly at once, so why was he so "pretentious"?
Are there any taboos? So you can’t speak out?
Zhao Wujiang's eyes gradually became firmer. No matter what, he had to follow his own pace.
If you follow the rhythm given by others, you will only end up in jail.
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It will be dark.
Zhao Wujiang returned to Daolian Tian, the sixteenth level of Daolian Secret Realm.
At the Qingqiu Fox Clan's sanctuary, he met Jing'er and Sister Lin, who had been worried about him.
Li Chunjun was practicing swordplay and didn't worry too much about him.
According to Li Chunjun, he, Zhao Wujiang, has nothing to worry about, especially after he comes to this world alive, there is nothing to worry about.
Being able to survive is an act of defiance.
What should be worried has been buried with the original world.
Li Chunjun's free and easy attitude made Zhao Wujiang feel ashamed.
He suddenly realized that Li Chunjun was never an old friend of his own age, but an old man who had already lived to be a hundred years old.
Although he may be a little dull at times, the years he has passed, the scenery he has seen and the ups and downs of the world far exceed that of Zhao Wujiang.
Inside the house where Zhao Wujiang rested.
Li Chunjun wiped the sword with a sword cloth and said in a calm tone with a smile:
"You, you have been in the fog from the beginning, you want to get out of it, you want to see the so-called truth.
But you've been going the wrong way. "
Zhao Wujiang poured a cup of hot tea for Li Chunjun:
"What's the explanation?"
"You think about struggling, always want to see the direction clearly, and always walk around in the fog. In fact, it is wrong." Li Chunjun's eyebrows became sharper:
"You should keep moving forward."
"Where is the front?" Zhao Wujiang was slightly confused.
Li Chunjun smiled and shook his head:
"Wujiang, look, you are still young.
No matter where you go, you always go forward!
Real men never look back!
Forward is not a direction, it is an action.
There is no up, down, left, or right in the world, let alone north, south, west, or east.
Haven't you noticed that you've been stuck in the past?
You are grudges, you are unwilling, you regret, you hate.
These are what should be done, but they are not always what they should be.
You want to mend the past, you aim at revenge and reunion, you even aim at finding some truth...
But have you ever tried to look into the future? "
Zhao Wujiang was stunned as soon as his dry lips touched the warm tea.
He seemed to be like Li Chunjun said, living in the past most of the time.
Reluctance to regret the past.
All he wants is to kill Yue Bufan and other enemies with his own hands and find Dugu Mingyue, his children, and those who have been separated.
Finally, if possible, he would return to the world where the Great Xia Dynasty was and try to save it.
He seemed to have never thought about his future, what kind of life he would live, and what kind of person he would become.
Even if he saw part of the truth and got rid of his identity as a puppet on strings, he would always have a complicated and heavy look about him.
"The most fearful thing is that one person cannot see the future." Seeing Zhao Wujiang's silence, Li Chunjun took a sip of hot tea and sighed softly:
"Wujiang, I have seen such a person before at Sword Tomb.
You can see his complicated past and know that this person must have a story.
But you can't see everything about his future.
This means that he may die tomorrow, or he may have already died and is now just a zombie.
Although you are not a walking corpse, it seems that someone has concealed the secret about you, but more importantly, it is you yourself who knows that your heart has become dusty at some point. "
