The Villain’s Memories Revealed Chapter 273: Autumn water

This person is none other than the Wuyun Great Emperor who appeared thousands of years ago, Dongfang Fuqing.

Although his Fate Soul has been shattered and his consciousness has disappeared, the remaining fragments of Fate Soul can still form a world of its own and think for itself.

Ning Qiushui turned to look at Jiang Zhige, Jiang Zhige nodded, indicating that there was no danger here.

The two walked towards Dongfang Fuqing side by side, but when they walked in front of them, they found that the tea table was so small that only one person could sit opposite.

Dongfang Fuqing closed her eyes and smiled without saying a word, gently shaking the hot tea in her cup.

Jiang Zhige didn't ask any further questions, and stepped aside to let Ning Qiushui take his seat.

Ning Qiushui sat across from the tea table, bowed his hands to Dongfang Fuqing, and said respectfully: "My junior Ning Qiushui, I have seen the emperor Wuyun."

Dongfang Fuqing took a sip of tea, and sighed softly: "The white horse has passed, and the sea has changed. I just feel like a big dream. In front of the tea table, there are people who are sitting thousands of years later."

Ning Qiushui didn't have a good response, and simply agreed with it, showing emotion.

Dongfang Fuqing shook his head and smiled, and suddenly sighed: "Unfortunately, the head of the Qin Immortal after thousands of years is only at the Wenxuan Realm. If there is no chance, he will die at the peak of the Wenxuan Realm."

Jiang Zhige frowned slightly when he heard that, Ning Qiushui was not a disciple of Dongfang Fuqing, so what qualifications did he have to say that Ning Qiushui was not in person?

Although Ning Qiushui is a junior, her man is the devil emperor Jiang Zhige.

Emperor Qin of Dongfang Fuqing District, not to mention just a remnant spirit, even if he is here, he is not Jiang Zhige's opponent.

Ning Qiushui was not displeased at all, but just showed shame, and sighed: "The qin is not a weapon, and it never fights for the front. In ten million years, I am afraid that the world will forget the rhythm of the qin."

Dongfang Fuqing didn't answer, and sipped the tea in the cup carefully.

Until he drank the whole cup of tea, he stretched out his hand to refill himself, and said, "So, you and I met each other by fate, maybe you can make a difference in the way of the piano in this life."

Jiang Zhige frowned as he watched from the side, he was considered a relatively calm person, but he still couldn't stand this kind of procrastinated communication.

Drinking a whole cup of tea before she was willing to finish speaking, it was dark when Dongfang Fuqing finished speaking.

Ning Qiushui nodded, she knew very well how much fate it was for her to be here.

She only has the cultivation base of Wenxuan Realm, if a person came here without Jiang Zhige's help, even if she happened to meet the Qin Emperor's Fate Soul Fragment which is rare in millions of years, she would not be able to get involved.

"Miss Qiushui, before that, let me ask you a question."

"The Dao of the piano is difficult to repair, and you don't have much combat power. Why do you persist until today?"

The melody is not good at fighting. If you specialize in the melody technique, it is far more difficult than the sword, gun, sword and halberd. It is really rare for a monk to specialize in the melody and go to the Profound Realm.

Ning Qiushui lowered his head and pondered, unable to find the answer for a moment.

Cultivated to the late stage of Profound Profound Realm, if she wants to say why she plays the piano, she can actually give many reasons.

However, at this moment, he is facing the only emperor of Qin from ancient to modern times. Ning Qiushui's answer is very important, and he cannot answer casually.

For personal preference? For a confidant? Or did you learn the piano at an early age and refused to give up halfway?

Ning Qiushui thought hard for a long time, but he still couldn't think of the most accurate answer.

Dongfang Fuqing was not in a hurry, poured a cup of tea for Ning Qiushui, waved his hand and said: "Miss Qiushui, don't be too persistent."

Ning Qiushui showed helplessness, he could only nod his head in thanks, and raised his glass to take a sip of tea.

After drinking the hot tea, when she opened her eyes, she found that everything had changed before her eyes.

Like the emperor's tomb, there is only a vast expanse of whiteness, and even the embellishments such as fragments of the soul of life cannot be seen, only pure nothingness.

Ning Qiushui quickly realized, closed his eyes and began to meditate.

She understands that what she feels at this moment determines her future path.

If you have a good understanding, you may be able to directly inherit the inheritance of Dongfang Fuqing, and you are expected to win the second emperor of Qin from ancient to modern times.

Jiang Zhige's eyes flickered slightly, allowing Ning Qiu to realize the Tao immediately, and Dongfang Fuqing's pot of tea was by no means a vulgar thing.

He turned his head to look, Dongfang Fuqing didn't say a word, leaned against the tree with one hand and fell into a deep sleep.

Jiang Zhige wanted to ask, but he shook his head when the words came to his lips, sitting cross-legged and waiting silently.

I don't know how long it will take for Ning Qiushui to realize the Tao, but there are only three years left before the opening of the Emperor's Tomb. If she realizes the Tao for more than three years, the two of them will be trapped in the Emperor's Tomb for at least five hundred years.

As for Dongfang Fuqing, he definitely won't have the time to explain to Jiang Zhige the enlightenment.

He is just a shard of remnant, without the complicated thoughts of his life, he doesn't care whether Jiang Zhige is the devil emperor or the demon emperor, nor does he care how many years Jiang Zhige will be trapped in the emperor's tomb.

In the rhymeless space, time passes quietly.

As time passed, the surrounding scene gradually changed.

The sun is shining brightly, the mountains rise from the ground, and the vegetation is green.

When the cicadas sing, the forest becomes quieter, and the bird-singing mountains become more secluded.

Jiang Zhige only felt relaxed and happy, but not very boring.

Light and shadow fly by, and another year passes by.

Apricot yellow paves the ground, emerald green and golden.

The cool wind is blowing, and the forest is dyed.

The soles of the feet turned into a pool of water, with fallen leaves floating in it.

Jiang Zhige raised his eyes and murmured: "The cold mountains turn green, the autumn waters rippling every day..."

At this time, the most suitable one is precisely Ning Qiushui's name.

Jiang Zhige closed his eyes and waited, in a trance, another year passed.

The mountains are cold and the water is cold, and the forest is cold and the stream is solemn.

The chilling cicada is miserable, exhaling into frost.

When the snow covered his ankles, Jiang Zhige looked up again and sighed helplessly.

It was clearly a frosty day, but Ning Qiushui frowned and his face was solemn, with a layer of sweat beading from his forehead.

Obviously, her enlightenment was not smooth.

It is now the third year, and the emperor's tomb will be closed in a few months, and the next opening will be five hundred years later.

At this moment, in Ning Qiushui's world of enlightenment.

All kinds of scenes change back and forth, and they can't stop at the right place.

There are green willows supporting the wind, high mountains and flowing water, and Yuyu Qionglou.

Broken, constantly broken, symbolizes that her state of mind is destroyed by herself again and again.

"Forget it, three years have passed."

"Miss Qiushui, your way is not here."

As soon as these words came out, Ning Qiushui opened his eyes suddenly, and his back was soaked in cold sweat.

She turned her head to look, Dongfang Fuqing looked helpless, and Jiang Zhige also smiled wryly.

"I, I..."

Ning Qiushui has always been good at hiding his emotions~IndoMTL.com~But now he lowers his head and his eyes are red, he is a little afraid to look at Jiang Zhige.

Three years of enlightenment, but nothing, I am really ashamed of Jiang Zhigerong waiting for three years.

She failed to grasp the once-in-a-million-year opportunity, and perhaps she was not qualified to be by Jiang Zhige's side at all.

Jiang Zhige's eyes showed pity, and he didn't know how to comfort him.

With Ning Qiushui's personality, comforting her in the past will only make her feel more uncomfortable.

Dongfang Fuqing put away her helplessness and turned to look at Jiang Zhige, as if noticing his existence for the first time.

"Miss Qiushui, don't be too sad."

"There are all kinds of ways in the world, and there are all kinds of roads. If you can't walk the road I walked, you can still walk a new road by yourself."

Dongfang Fuqing didn't speak clearly, but took out a piece of wood and six strings out of thin air.