Heroine’s Road to Becoming Scum: The sixth bowl of soup (8)

【Master...】

Qing Huan is obsessed with teasing kittens, so she didn't listen to the system calling her at all, until the system couldn't bear the jealousy and roared loudly, and she recovered from Ji Guang's cuteness, "Huh?"

[Master, you...] With a tone full of grief, Qing Huan almost couldn't remember what the cold and emotionless voice of the other party was like when he first talked to the system. "What's the matter?"

【Is it really and cute? If I had a real body, it would definitely be cuter than it]

Hearing this, Qing Huan raised her eyebrows and smiled. "Aren't you insubstantial?"

Crackling. It seemed like something was broken. The system holds a **** heart [Master, I know what Jiguang is]

"You said."

【Jiguang, the legendary ancient beast, was born in Daze, the whole body is snow-white, only the mane is fiery red, and the sides have wings. Jiguang Feather is extremely rare and precious, even among ancient mythical beasts, it is a very rare existence]

"...Just such a small thing?" After listening to a series of adjectives in the system, Qing Huan lifted the kitten and looked at it carefully. Still like a horse... Isn't this just like a kitten! Wings or something... where? As for whether Mao Qiu is that powerful, you will know if you try it? Thinking of this, she pointed a finger, and then twisted a fire trick to burn the kitten. When the kitten saw this, it blew its fur and arched its back and meowed, as if it was an enemy.

...Where there is a little bit of a divine beast, there is no Jiuying prestige at all. Although that Jiuying was a little ugly, a little big, and a little scary, it was downright suffocating, but this little thing in front of me... Qing Huan really couldn't see what was different about it. She put away the fireball and sighed: "In the end, everyone has their own fate, and what they get is a powerful beast, I will only play cute..." After a long while, Ji Guang couldn't stop licking her fingertips, Qing Huan also laughed. "That's all, it's nice to be cute."

Jiguang let out a meow, and came to rub her affectionately, Qinghuan chuckled, and his expression was rare and relaxed. After a while, Wei Yin, who was lying on the bed, made a sound. She hugged Ji Guang and walked to the bed to look down at him: "Are you awake?"

"We are here..." Wei Yin frowned, "Hey, this is my cave? How did we come back?!"

"Is it hard to stay there if you don't come back?" Qing Huan glanced at him lightly. "Nine babies were taken away by them, what are we still doing there?"

"Then how did I pass out? I don't even have the slightest impression..." Wei Yin felt very strange, he was about to talk to Qing Huan one second before, but the next second, he didn't know about the personnel, and it happened. Can't remember anything.

"Then I don't know, anyway, when I turned around to call you, you were already lying on the ground." Qing Huan wrinkled her nose. "I still carry you back."

She said these words casually, with no other meaning, but Wei Yin but Jun blushed and felt very ashamed. To actually let a girl carry her back... I still have hundreds of years of cultivation. "Sorry, it was my fault."

"Where did you go wrong?"

Yin was speechless.

Qing Huan glanced at him: "What are you going to do? Now your junior brother and junior sister have acquired the ancient beasts, and there will definitely be a disturbance in the future. Now that person and Jiuying are one body, you can also see How are you doing?"

"This matter is of great importance. Naturally, I must first report to the real teacher, but... the master is in retreat, and now I am responsible for many matters in the teaching." There was a hint of hesitation on Wei Yin's face. "Junior Brother Zhong is always modest, studious, and cautious. I think he should only be temporarily lost. As long as he is guided well, he will surely return to the right path. And Sister Mei...I don't have a deep personal relationship with her, so I don't know. What a character she is."

Hearing that, Qing Huan snorted: "You are really a good person."

Yin Jun's face turned red again: "No, no..."

"Whatever you want, it's your business anyway, I don't care." Qing Huan lowered his eyes and looked at the Naihe bridge of Wei Yin's ghost, that is to say, he is now destined to die. "I've decided to go back to the cave to retreat. It may take a long time. I hope you will be alive when I come out." With some hesitation, she stroked Jiguang's hairy little head in her arms, and asked in a low voice, "Can you help me stay by his side and accompany him?"

If Weiyin does not die after she leaves the customs, then she will not accept his soul. If Jiguang's company can't resist his death, it can only be said that it is fate. She was willing to give him a chance to be reborn as a human being, which was already extremely kind. Whether he can seize this opportunity is up to him.

Jiguang meows obediently, and red light flashes in the big blue eyes, filled with deep nostalgia.

Although I've only known each other for a while, Qing Huan is very happy with this little guy. She picked up Jiguang and kissed gently: "If you still accept me as master after I come back, from now on, I will keep you by my side." With that, she handed Jiguang to Weiyin . "Can you take care of it for me before I leave?"

Although Wei Yin was reluctant to part with her, he smiled and said, "I will be very kind to it."

"...Thank you." Gently put Jiguang in Weiyin's arms, Qinghuan turned around and took a step, and heard Jiguang's weak and delicate meowing sound, she paused, but never looked back. .

The place she's going is not a mountain or a cave, but the Naihe Bridge.

In the blink of an eye, she's back here. The ghost of Weiyin on the bridge seemed to be frozen and motionless, Qing Huan did not pay attention to him, but walked to the side of the bridge and looked at the dim Wangchuan River. The ghosts in the river wailed and stretched out their hands, their rotting eye sockets were daunting, and the river was rushing and never ending.

Yes, she finally understands where the demons come from.

Because of the painful memory, she always only wanted to forget and escape, and lacked the courage to face it. If this continues, no matter how much time passes, she will never be the master of Naihe Bridge, and can only be used as a tool to drive it.

The person she once loved, her fears and painful memories, every minute and every second, even if she deceived herself and thought she had forgotten it, was always in the depths of her soul, slowing her down like a knife. Slowly, it extended into her inner demon. If you don't get rid of it today, it will become a big problem in the future. Retreat in the immortal world is a good choice, but she doesn't have that much time. She was afraid that by the time the retreat was completed, the pair of men and women who cultivated both had already become immortals. At that time, where will she go to find them, and how can she save the tragedy of Wan Jianzong?

For a hundred years in the world, the Naihe Bridge passes in an instant. But one day in the world is a thousand years in the Wangchuan River. If it is said that there are four hundred years from now until Wei Yin's death, she can practice in the Wangchuan River for tens of millions of years. What a terrible time, what a terrible choice.

Actually, Qing Huan doesn't know what the final outcome will be. Will she be able to endure the pain of the ghosts and the endless loneliness and finally be reborn, or will she be shattered and scattered in the Forgotten River, she doesn't know. But she knew she had to jump, or she would die at her own hands one day.

And she didn't want to die.

Endless ascetic practice, no distractions, maybe crazy, maybe collapse, but it's her own choice, she has no regrets.

Qing Huan pointed toes and stood on the bridge. Although the ghosts in the Wangchuan River were afraid of her, they still couldn't stop the longing for the soul in their hearts.

Qing Huan closed her eyes and jumped down.

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How long has it been? Qing Huan can't remember anymore. At the beginning, she felt the pain of her soul being bitten and torn apart, but she was determined and her consciousness was clear, which made her suffering even more terrifying. As time slowly passed, the ghosts were no longer so terrifying, instead they were desolate and empty, rushing towards her like a tide.

For so long, she was alone, and there was no living thing around her, only the cries of evil spirits, struggling to surround her. Many times, Qing Huan felt that she had to turn into one of them, completely out of control, but she persevered after all.

After a long time, the loneliness and loneliness, the ancient prehistoric times, countless thousands of years, and the world-destroying penance made the devil in her heart start to move. She wants to escape, she has regrets, she wants to escape, she wants to get out of here, she wants to escape! She can't stand it, she wants to go crazy, want to howl and want to self-harm!

However, gradually, after she held back this terrible loneliness and despair, the evil ghost began to disappear from her side, and she was clearly in the Forgotten River, but Qing Huan felt calm and peaceful. She felt that the black air in her heart was getting smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared. She felt an open mind, and even with her naked eyes closed, she could feel the eyes of the sky. She could hear the gasps of the evil spirits across the horizon, and the sound of the blood-red flowers blooming on both sides of the Naihe Bridge could be clearly heard. The sound of the wind blowing, the sound of the flowing water, the sound of the pounding heartbeat...

She has a heart.

The moment Qinghuan lay quietly at the bottom of the Wangchuan River and opened her eyes, all the ghosts slaughtered and worshipped, and at the moment when her black eyes regained the heaven and the earth, the water of the Wangchuan River slowly moved away from both sides, and she The white clothes are as clean as new Qinghuan rising from the bottom of the river.

She is not the same as before, she is more open-minded, cheerful, tolerant, powerful, and at the same time has an extremely majestic gentleness.

Endure the loneliness that ordinary people can't bear, taste the pain that ordinary people can't taste, experience the hardships that ordinary people can't experience, from the past to the present, from this moment to the future, remember the past, look forward to the future, cherish the present, but not rigid In the past, do not depend on the present, do not expect the future. Heaven and earth are vast, and will eventually return to the right path.

Not old, not dead, not born and not perished, is for Meng Po.