On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, just after Shenshi, Qingyue got up from her sleep and saw that the Samsara Tower outside the city was gone. She went out, mounted her horse, and rushed out of Black Salt City like lightning.
Chu Feng and Xiao Qing, who had had a big meal, also returned to the military camp and told the Generalissimo that they needed to rest for three days. They grabbed the second sister Chu Ruoyu who was about to run out.
Chu Ruoyu looked at him and said in disbelief: "What kind of trouble does he have? Can he tell us and let us find a solution for him?"
Chu Feiyan also reached out to hold her sister and replied: "Don't disturb him. The generalissimo is tired. He needs a good rest."
Chu Ruoyu looked back at her and replied, "Does the eldest sister think so too?"
Chu Feiyan sighed softly and said quietly: "If I let you stay there for more than a month, I'm afraid you would have gone crazy."
Xiao Qing looked at the two men and shook his head, and said seriously: "Don't worry about him... he will be fine in a few days."
Xiaoqing, who had lived with Li Xiuyuan for several years in Wangyue Stream, felt very sympathetic to Li Xiuyuan's state of mind at this moment. If it were her, she would be the same.
As if she knew that an old friend was coming, before Qingyue even stepped into the bamboo shed, a pot of tea was already boiling and the fragrant cups fell. A cup was placed in front of her and opposite her.
Xiao Long'er had been worrying about Li Xiuyuan these days. Now he could relax and couldn't help but lie down on the bamboo chair nearby and snore.
"What did you go through inside? Why didn't I meet you? Who are you?"
Qingyue, who rushed all the way into the bamboo shed, looked at the unimpressed young man in front of her and asked three questions in a row.
Li Xiuyuan, who had not yet recovered from Huangquan Village, looked at the woman in front of him in a hurry, feeling helpless and wondering why you can't be as calm as Qingluan.
Even when her lover died, she never showed any earth-shattering grief. Perhaps, just like Po Meng in the eyes of all living beings, the woman in front of her is also the apricot flower that refuses to fall off its branches easily.
Listening to her question, the two people at the table under the shed fell into silence. After an unknown amount of time, Li Xiuyuan shook his head and let out a slight sigh.
An autumn breeze blew through the bamboo shed, and the charcoal fire from the small stove on the table flickered gently.
Li Xiuyuan held a cup of hot tea and looked at the woman across from him. He suddenly sympathized with her situation. In fact, there was no need for her to go to the Samsara Tower with him to suffer.
He regretted that he had vented his anger on this woman earlier instead of leaving here with his army.
Looking at the flame in Qingyue's eyes, Li Xiuyuan asked softly: "How many years have you spent in there since you left?"
To outsiders, the two of them had only been in the tower for forty days.
Only Li Xiuyuan and Qingyue knew that they had been there for more than ten or eight years?
Li Xiuyuan also knew that she just wanted to find someone knowledgeable to vent to, so he ignored her.
Qingyue gradually calmed down, smiled at herself, looked at Li Xiuyuan and replied: "Eighteen years? Or twenty-five years? I forgot... I drank a few bowls of soup, I can't remember clearly."
Li Xiuyuan didn't ask her how many reincarnations she had, but just how many years she had stayed. This was a sign of respect for Qingyue.
Taking a sip of tea, Li Xiuyuan smiled and said: "I don't admit how many years it took me to reincarnate. I can't remember it either. Just standing on the Wangchuan Bridge means that I have stood there for a hundred years..." ..”
Qingyue was startled, looked at him blankly and said, "So, you actually turned into the one on the bridge..."
"I can't tell you. You have eaten the soup I cooked. I know you have experienced extreme pain, but if it can temper your will and state of mind, wouldn't it be a good thing?"
Li Xiuyuan looked at her and said: "Only experiencing different sufferings can inspire your courage, so this time... maybe it can prove that you want to understand something, which is meaningless to Dachu and Silver Moon Country. But it means something to you.”
Qingyue raised her head and looked at the young man in front of her. Looking at his young face that was already covered with vicissitudes of time, thinking about her own experience, she couldn't help but sigh softly.
When she heard that the young man in front of her had stood on that stone bridge for hundreds of years, Qingyue felt that the suffering she had suffered was not even one ten thousandth of what he had suffered.
Because he had walked across the stone bridge several times and drank several bowls of soup on the bridge.
As Li Xiuyuan said, there were probably times when the young man in front of her personally served it to her, but they didn't know each other.
Under reincarnation, who can retain the memory of the past life?
Qingyue looked at Xiao Longer who was lying on the bamboo chair and snoring. After hesitating for a moment, she laughed: "This little guy is still happy. As long as he is by your side, he doesn't have to think about anything."
Li Xiuyuan followed her gaze and said softly: "You are not her, so how do you know that she has not suffered?"
During the years when Li Xiuyuan and Xiao Longer were in the Nine Abyss, they could not see the light of day, not even the food they ate or the spiritual energy they breathed could see the light of day.
The reason why he dotes on Xiao Long'er so much is because he doesn't want her to suffer the same pain as before.
From the moment he left the abyss, he told himself that he would give Xiao Longer as much happiness as he could.
When Qingyue heard this, she looked at him and said: "Our troops on both sides have evacuated from the battlefield. Next, I want to talk to you about the future... It is you who makes the decision, or you have to talk to Chu Feiyan Women talk?”
Now that things have happened, Li Xiuyuan also knows Qingyue's thoughts. After a moment of silence, he said: "I don't want to do anything these days, and I won't make any decisions. I want to negotiate in three days."
Qingyue was stunned. She didn't expect Li Xiuyuan to reply to her like this. Even so, her face didn't show any surprise.
Qingyue lowered her head and thought for a while, then asked softly: "How about I invite you to have a drink at the City Lord's Mansion tonight? After standing there for a hundred years, I know that it feels uncomfortable."
Li Xiuyuan stretched his waist and said softly: "For the past hundred years, every morning when I get up, I go to the mountains to collect herbs, make soup at noon, and go to the bridge to stand for two hours in the evening..."
"As you said, this is also a test of your state of mind, right?"
Qingyue covered her mouth and chuckled.
Li Xiuyuan replied: "That is not something that ordinary people can experience. How about you try it instead? I just want to be quiet now, and I don't want anything to eat or drink..."
"Then, let's wait for you to rest for a few days and figure it out. Shall we talk?" Qingyue asked calmly.
Looking at the confident woman in front of him, Li Xiuyuan was speechless.
Qingyue continued: "After years of hard training, I am already at the ninth level of breaking the void before my eyes, and I am about to break through to the realm of cave heaven. Why are you still unbeatable at the first level of distraction after a hundred years?"
Li Xiuyuan looked at her and smiled: "Are you seeing that my realm has not changed, so you are eager to fight with me? I might as well tell you that even if I am distracted, you are still no enemy of my sword."
He also figured out something. Just relying on his Samsara Sword was enough to defeat the enemy.
He was no longer anxious about the breakthrough of the Flame Sword Intent. It was going to rain, so he just let it happen.
Qingyue was shocked when she heard this. She looked at him silent for a moment and then said: "Could it be said that you have had an unexpected encounter in the past hundred years and brought the skills of the previous life back to this life? Doesn't it mean that this is impossible?"
"You know I like to practice swordsmanship. I just stand on the bridge and swing ten thousand swords every day. How many thousands of swords have I slashed in this glance for a hundred years? Who in the world can be my enemy with one sword?"
Qingyue lowered her head and thought about it for a moment, then looked at him and was speechless.
Ten thousand swords a day, a year... ten years, a hundred years have passed, this is too scary. She finally understood why Li Xiuyuan said he was invincible with one sword.
I wonder if there is any practitioner in the world who can wield ten thousand swords every day for a hundred years?
"You are really a terrible monster... When you go to the Shura battlefield, you can't be my enemy. You have to protect me. After all, we have experienced many things..."
With a sigh, Qingyue gave up on taking action against Li Xiuyuan and instead made a request to him.
Li Xiuyuan looked at her and shook his head, and replied: "Next year's Shura battlefield, monks who are not in the middle stage of Poxu should not be brought there. There is no use in having too many people. They will all lead to death."
Qingyue was startled, looked at him and asked, "How do you know so clearly? Did someone tell you something?"
Li Xiuyuan shook his head, looked at her and smiled bitterly: "I don't know."
After speaking, he raised his head and looked at the Black Salt City not far away, thinking about the previous battles, the soldiers of Da Chu who died on the battlefield, and the countless soldiers of the Silver Moon Kingdom who died in this senseless war.
Even within ten years, no one can remember their names, and they feel lonely and regretful.
Qingyue looked at him and asked disbelievingly: "You have to give me an explanation. I will tell you whether it is good or bad."
Li Xiuyuan looked at her and replied quietly: "That's the battlefield of death. If I were you, I wouldn't want to dive in and die, just for an inexplicable chance to ascend and leave..."
"It's possible to bury your life on the battlefield, just like this black salt city, and never come back."
Qingyue looked at him in disbelief and asked, "If that's the case, why do you still want to go?"
Li Xiuyuan lowered his head to reflect on himself, looked at her and replied calmly: "I have a last resort reason. It can be said that it has nothing to do with the Shura battlefield. Even if you enter there, you will not be able to see my shadow for five years or even longer."
In his opinion, he still didn't know if there was any hope of searching for the elusive Phoenix Spirit, and how long it would take to recover his memory after finding it.
For this reason, he didn't even want to take Xiao Qing with him, only Xiao Long'er who couldn't get rid of him.
A little guy who can fly into the sky and escape from the earth after going to the Shura battlefield.
Upon hearing this, Qingyue lowered her head thoughtfully and pondered. After a long time, she asked softly: "Even to Chu Feiyan, did you say this to Chu Feiyan? You didn't care about them even when you went to the Shura battlefield. Life or death?"
Li Xiuyuan was a little tired and wanted to sleep.
Looking at the woman in front of him, he weakly replied: "I am only going there for myself, and I have no obligation to protect anyone! Now, do you understand?"
"You are such a selfish guy." Qingyue became a little angry and her voice became heavier.
Li Xiuyuan was also a little angry. He looked at her and replied, "I have told everyone I know that if you are afraid of death, you should not go to the Shura battlefield. You should take care of yourself if you go there. Don't expect others to save your life."
Before he regained his memory, even if Nangong Ruyu was in danger, he could not go to rescue him. That's why he told the woman in white that Nangong Ruyu was not allowed to set foot on the Shura battlefield.
As for Chu Feiyan and Chu Ruoyu, Li Xiuyuan's favor was limited to Chu Feng, and he would not tie himself to Da Chu's chariot.
As long as he negotiates terms with this woman, the first thing he will do is to leave here, either back to the back mountain of the academy or back to Luoxia Mountain.
He doesn't want any glory or wealth that has anything to do with him.
Seeing Qingyue's unwillingness, Li Xiuyuan said quietly: "As for anything that happens in the Reincarnation Tower, whether it's yours or mine, I hope you can keep it a secret and don't tell anyone."
"Including Princess Qin Miaoyu?" Qingyue asked in confusion.
"Don't tell anyone, not even your brother, or your master Yuan Zhen."
Li Xiuyuan thought of what kind of trouble Yuan Zhen and others would cause if they knew about this, and he was a person who was afraid of trouble.
Looking at Qingyue's frown, Li Xiuyuan smiled: "Not bad, once you enter the tower, you will finally be cured of your old illness. This is much more important than going to the Shura battlefield, at least for you That’s right.”
When Qingyue heard this, she couldn't help but look at him and said quietly: "Then should I thank you? Or should I hate you?"
Li Xiuyuan spread his hands and said with a smile: "You blame me?"
Qingyue, who was holding her chest, looked at Li Xiuyuan and sighed again. He said gently: "You have a good rest and we will talk in detail in three days."
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