I Only Want to Farm Chapter 2201: Story

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Fang Yourong took care of the matter and arranged the residences of Chu Ci and other guests. It was already midnight, and when she was passing Cangshan Mountain, she flew down, in fact, it was more like she came here specially.

She pressed the sword light down on the cliff peak at a corner of the pavilion, and stood beside Qin Yu, who was sitting cross-legged on the cliff with a cat in his arms, blowing the snow wind towards the moon.

"I thought I'd see empty wine bottles on the floor."

Fang Yourong's words made Qin Yu turn his head. The wind was a little cool, blowing his hair, and the hair brushed against the corners of this little junior sister's eyes, adding a sense of flowing tranquility to the eyes that were quenched by the sun and the moon. .

Like the water gurgling through the old stream in the deep mountains.

"Is the senior sister disappointed?"

"Well, something is better than nothing."

People who don't even want to drink alcohol have unresolved suffering in their hearts.

Qin Yu knew what Fang Yourong was thinking, so he took advantage of the situation and sighed long, and hugged Pangjiao, who was dozing heavily in his arms, playing with his fluff with his fingers, and said softly: "When I went back in time and space, I found them both. of."

Fang Yourong was silent, waiting for her to continue.

"Senior Zhou, he didn't look back, he said that he wanted to finish the business of the sect and finish it quickly."

"Senior sister, do you know what he's up to? This old man doesn't tell me, and he still hates me for being long-winded."

Fang Yourong stuck the sword in the snow, folded his arms around his chest, and stood at one end whistling against the wind, but his voice was very steady and long.

"The mistakes he made in his life are probably only related to two people, one is his younger brother, and the other is his wife."

Qin Yu: "It doesn't sound like his fault, at least Chen Hu is not."

Fang Yourong: "Actually, neither of them."

Qin Yu's mind is so sharp, the nine turns of briquette are twisted and twisted, and he immediately said, "Ah, his wife is also a magician?"

Fang Yourong's silence is an admission.

Qin Yu pursed his mouth, and it took him a long time to spit out: "This old man has a bad luck."

Old man, old man, Zhou Xuanqing is her master after all, so Fang Yourong gave Qin Yu an annoyed look, and told some stories about Zhou Xuanqing.

Fang Yourong is not a person who is good at expressing emotions, nor is she good at literary rhetoric like Chu Ci. Her literary accomplishment is basically accumulated in many years of handling public affairs, and her words are naturally concise, so the Zhou Xuanqing she described to Qin Yu The old things were very simple, but Qin Yu was a thoughtful person with delicate emotions, as if through this simple story, his eyes drifted away and fell outside the gate of Wuque Mountain.

At that time, there were green mountains and green waters, and the mountains were far away. A handsome young man of about half age was slowly climbing the steps on the mountain road. With his arms behind him, he dragged a boy who was several years younger. Sick and emaciated, he was lying on the young man's back, breathing weakly, and his head was so weak that he lay on the young man's shoulders. It was probably because of a mountain wind that he opened his eyes and saw the unrivaled and beautiful mountain scenery. elegant demeanor, but also a little fear and anxiety.

"Brother Zhou, please let me down."

"It's okay, you're not feeling well, let's sleep for a while."

"But..."

The boy is still tired after all, so he doesn't say anything when he sees that it doesn't move people. He just observes his surroundings. Such a good place is very different from the poverty in his hometown, but the boy is very disturbed and always feels that it is not real. So when he was most sleepy, he murmured, "Brother, will we separate?"

He thought he'd get an answer soon, but no, and didn't seem to be gone either, as the scenery fixed.

The boy struggled to open his eyelids, raised his head, and saw the top of the steps. ． ． As far as he could see, the mountain mist was filled with the astringent, light and bitter fragrance of the forest trees. He vaguely saw a girl holding a lamp to drive away the mountain mist. The light looked soft and moving in the daytime.

Just can't see the shadow clearly.

But I can hear the sound.

"Zhou Xuanqing, is Chen Hu right? Can you still go?"

As she said this, she was like a lively little green bird, happily walking down the stairs with a lamp and approaching them.

The fog is getting thinner.

But he felt his brother's breath getting farther and farther away.

Chen Hu lowered his head, at that moment, he suddenly wanted to cry.

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"Sometimes, the depravity of people's hearts in this world is not because of not getting it, but because of something slowly missing."

If you don't get it, you will be dissatisfied.

Lack of it makes people fearful and resentful.

So he became a demon, killed another demon, fulfilled the resentment and jealousy in his heart, thinking that this could make up for the lack.

But you can't.

Never can.

"The things you said... I didn't understand old man Zhou before, but now I do."

Fang Yourong nodded lightly, and said plainly: "The boy back then and Chen Hu today never thought that he was not the only one missing. Senior Zhou...he may not have regretted it."

Whether it's falling in love with a witch, whether it's being coaxed by her because of falling in love with this witch, or indirectly affecting the fallen devil who he loved since childhood, he has never expressed his heart.

The pain that settled in the depths of his soul split his soul into two people.

"So he later knew that the wife Chen Hu killed was a witch, no wonder he didn't kill Chen Hu... But even if he didn't know, maybe he wouldn't kill him."

Fang Yourong: "Hate is hate, pain is pain."

Qin Yu empathized with this emotion so much, so he lowered his eyes, but didn't show it, he just asked, "Then who is Chen Hu now?"

Fang Yourong glanced at the direction of the prison.

She has checked the inside and outside of Wuque, and now that the sect is under her control, she naturally understands the reality of the prison.

"Dead, the body turned to ashes, in the furnace."

So kill it anyway?

It's rare for Qin Yu to make a mistake in his judgment, but he suddenly smiled.

"No wonder he has to serve his sentence in the underworld, I'm afraid it's a reincarnation for Chen Hu and his wife."

Zhou Xuanqing has great merit in saving the world of Tianzang, but even so, he is willing to suffer punishment in the underworld.

The offsetting of merits and deeds is two different things from suffering punishment.

Both Qin Yu and Fang Yourong deeply understood the matter, so they didn't say much, but they felt the same thing in their hearts.

"The more ruthless people are, it is probably because the only soft-heartedness is reserved for a very small number of people."

Thus, what outsiders see is only ruthless and vicious.

For example Zhou Xuanqing, for example. ． ．

"I don't know if the patriarch grandma is such a person."

Qin Yu seldom asks about the past of Fei Chuan and Xie Tingyongxue, and others don't dare to explore~IndoMTL.com~ Do you think people like Chu Ci have considered the stories of these two back then?

No.

It's just because I realized that it was the inviolable Nilin, so I didn't dare to offend it.

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Ancient Shu is the first place where human civilization was born in the Tianzang world.

If it's too long, it's hard to hide the dead air.

It has been ten thousand years, and this is Xie Tingyongxue's first visit, but every place here is exactly the same as it was ten thousand years ago.

A street, some roads, some trees, some flowers.

Walking on the path, she entered through the shadow of the green bamboo, and there was a light rain in the middle, and came out from the opening where the flower branches hang down and the flowers are clustered, and she has an oil-paper umbrella with a brown color in her hand. , After crossing the small bridge, she paused on the bridge, and glanced at the third floor of a building sitting on the opposite bridge.