When Zhusheng woke up, he was already in the camp.
She remembered the time when the samadhi fire was shattered until the points of light that the samadhi fire turned into swarmed into her body.
I don't know what happened after that, but I really lost consciousness at that time.
The person who was guarding her side was Fan Shen.
When he saw him, Zhusheng knew that he had returned to his own side, and he was inexplicably at ease.
"Sir," Takesheng called him.
Fan Shen couldn't take care of the defense of men and women, and helped her up with his own hands.
Zhusheng's body was still unharmed, and he sat up holding his hand.
"Sir."
With a smile in her eyes, she gave him the good news, "I'm fine." ” Only Fan Shen can understand the meaning behind the sentence "I'm fine".
There were tears in his eyes, and he shook her hand tightly, and said, "It's okay." ” As soon as Zhusheng turned his head, he saw seven knives.
Qidao's gaze stayed on the hand she and Fan Shen were holding.
Zhusheng's pupils shrank sharply and let go of Fan Shen.
Behind the Seven Blades, there was still a person standing.
The man was tall, dressed in a black shirt, and his head and face were wrapped in black muslin, with only one pair of eyes exposed.
Those eyes are as dark green as a pool.
The atmosphere in the tent suddenly froze.
After a while, Zhu Sheng said, "Sir, let me have a few words with this person. ” Fan Shen nodded and walked out.
But the Seven Blades stood still.
Fan Shen stopped and glanced at him, and then he lowered his eyes and walked out with Fan Shen.
Only Takebu and the green-eyed monster were left in the tent.
That's certainly not a monster, and no one knows it better than Takeyu.
It was the puppet she bought from the servant boy with a few spirit stones in the Changtian Sect Fu Gong Division.
That was almost fifteen years ago.
Those beautiful mountain peaks, those people flying freely in the sky, all kinds of flying magic weapons and spirit beasts, and the black-clothed mountain patrol deacons lined up, all of them heroic If it weren't for the green blade in her hand, if it weren't for the samadhi fire threatening in her body day and night, Zhusheng really would have wondered if Changtianzong was a dream she had.
It's like a world away.
Now, there is a person in this world who, like her, has been to the real Nine Continents and knows what the real world is like.
It's just that the person wrapped himself tightly in black, and only looked at her from a distance with a pair of dark green eyes, refusing to approach.
In the end, it was Zhu Sheng who spoke first.
She said, "Thank you for the rescue." ” The man just shook his head and said nothing.
Zhusheng looked at him and asked, "You, can you speak?"
This time, the man said, "Yes." ” He only said one word, and his voice was as piercing as gold and stone, and ordinary people had to get a pimple on their back when they heard it.
After he finished speaking, he touched his throat.
"Is it damaged" Takesheng frowned, "Trouble, no one here can fix you." ” After she said this, she didn't know what to say to him for a while.
His dark green eyes, which resembled the person in his previous life, had always made her feel a little strange.
There was an awkward silence for a while before she asked, "Are you a machine spirit?"
The man with dark green eyes is not a living person, but a puppet made by man.
But the one in front of Zhusheng obviously has a clear sense of self, so she asked.
The green-eyed man shook his head.
Zhusheng was slightly surprised, but she immediately remembered the contents of the books she had read in Lianyang Peak and Zhanyun Peak before.
She paused and asked, "Souls" The green-eyed man nodded.
For the first time, Takesheng knew that she was not the unluckiest person in the world.
At the very least, her soul is still alive in her own body, and even the samadhi fire has been devoured by her, and in the future, her soul and body will no longer be threatened by the samadhi fire.
The one in front of me is not even a physical body.
According to the book, that is a method used by some evil cultivators.
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It is much more efficient to extract the souls of the living and pour them into the magic weapon after the sacrifice is much more efficient than letting the magic weapon give birth to the spirit of the weapon on its own.
After all, not every magic weapon can give birth to a machine spirit.
Even if it does, it often takes a long time.
The soul of a human or spirit animal is ready-made.
As long as it is extracted and refined by secret methods, it can be controlled by the master.
It's just that for those who have been drained of their souls, it's a hellish cage.
That's really not going to survive, not being able to die.
Take's eyes showed sympathy.
She put on her shoes and stood up.
"Is there anything I can help you with?"
she asked.
The green-eyed man shook his head again.
Takesheng approached him and asked, "Then do you have any plans to leave now?"
The green-eyed man didn't seem to hear her, just looked at her in a daze.
Zhusheng remembered that this puppet had been put in her arm for more than ten years, so he followed her to this little Jiuhuan.
She said slightly apologetically, "You may not know yet, this is not the Nine Continents.
Here, it's the mortal realm. ” In the mortal realm, it's no wonder that all the people I saw were mortals who had not cultivated, and there was not a single monk.
But she was a monk.
The green-eyed man looked at her, her face and voice, none of which could stimulate his memory, but he clearly knew that she was the person he was looking for.
Her mental fluctuations have not changed.
She used to be such a strong psychic person, and he was very familiar with her spiritual waves.
He wanted to open his arms around her, but he didn't.
She's not the same as she used to be.
In the thousands of years he has been walking in the world, he has found something that nourishes his soul and slowly nourishes his soul.
When he saw her for the first time on the battlefield, the memories that had been lost in the depths of his soul flooded back.
He's already remembered.
I see.
A man is slowly aging, and his life will come to an end.
He, like all old people, lived by memories in his old age.
Keep replaying your life and savor your own gains and losses.
Those memories made him proud and regretted a lot, but in the end, what haunted him was remorse.
In his life, he has experienced countless women.
He has tasted all the colors of the world and experienced thousands of styles.
But at the end of his life, none of those women's faces he could still recall.
The only woman he could remember clearly was the wife he had let down.
One of his sexual affairs was broken by her, and she didn't push the door open, turning away.
He didn't get to see her one last time.
He considered a hundred ways to apologize, and came up with the conditions that he thought were extremely sincere, and he was sure that he would definitely get her forgiveness.
She had forgiven him many times before and would definitely forgive him again this time.
But this time, he didn't have time to tell her that he was sorry.
His hundred ways to apologize failed to be implemented.
He originally wanted to give her the ownership of her home planet, but he never had time to do it without taking advantage of the broken planet.
She's dead.
His wife died a heroic death, and her name is remembered by many and praised by many.
Her death even became a political legacy she left to him.
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But that's not what he wanted.
He just wanted her to come back alive so he could say sorry to her face.
Sorry for making you sad again, dear.
His marriage to her was not the product of a love union, but his unilateral oppression.
Under the general trend, she can't be alone, and she can't only take care of herself.
So she became his wife.
But later, after decades of marriage, how did the two get used to each other and fall in love with each other?
He never figured it out.
He never thought that a man could love only one woman.
The difference in values is the biggest difference between him and her, and the gap between the strength and weakness of status has created her cage.
He never thought he had imprisoned her.
He can give her anything but single-minded affection and physical loyalty.
He made her live the life that other women could only dream of.
He felt like he was already good to her.
But then he came into this world and went through many lives, even once as a woman.
He remembered a life when he was a woman who was kept in the backyard by men, and he hardly saw any other man except his husband and son.
His life was exquisite and expensive, but it was confined to the courtyard of the four directions.
All he saw was a square sky all day long, and he had seen it all his life.
At the end of that life, when he returned, he remembered who he was.
For the first time, I knew that a woman's seemingly beautiful life turned out to be such a waste of life.
So he's been wasting her life all along When he was still in the original world, he was an old man with deep wrinkles on his skin and dying, but he was tormented by remorse before he died.
If he could not get her forgiveness, he feared that his soul would not have rest.
He then confided his remorse to their son, asking him if he had any way to trace her soul.
He knew that his wife had a secret that she had passed on to their son.
That secret had many magical powers, which is why he turned to his son for help.
It was really just a delirium of a deaf old man before he died.
Many elderly people will make a lot of paranoid and incomprehensible behaviors in the last stage of their lives, which is actually human nature.
But his son is not an ordinary person, he really has a method.
The son was just trying to appease his aging father's panic, but he really found that his mother's soul, which had been dead for many years, had gone to another world.
He can also offer a way to follow her.
"You need to be stripped of your consciousness while you're still alive, and you can only send your consciousness over."
"The stripping process is going to be very painful," he said. ” Despite his son's dissuasion, the elderly father accepts the stripping of the consciousness body and goes to another world alone.
His son did not understand that the real pain was tormented by remorse and feared that the soul would not rest.
So after 10,000 years, he finally stood in front of her again.
But they are all different.
He was reborn here for many lifetimes, and he experienced a complete life, a different personality.
Compared with the memories of his first life, the memories of reincarnation are much shallower, but they have also deeply affected him.
He was standing in front of her, but she didn't recognize him at all.
And she is completely different from what he remembers.
The difference doesn't refer to her looks, voice, or shape, but to her whole person.
In the days she had been unconscious, he had known that she was the leader of the men, that she was the head of the wolf.
Just like he used to be.
When she stood in front of him and talked to him, even though her eyes showed sympathy and her tone was lightened, she still naturally exuded the momentum of the superior.
It is the momentum that has slowly formed after years of making decisions and giving orders.
She was no longer the obedient wife, the gentle mother.
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A woman who sacrificed silently for her home planet.
His throat twitched slightly, and he wanted to say sorry to her.
He crossed the cosmic barrier and chased her to this other world, isn't it just to tell her this, but why, choked in his throat and couldn't say it Does it really make sense to apologize Can it heal the wounds she once suffered, can it make her forget those sadness and disappointments, can it restore the feelings she once had for him?
And, she was reborn here like a fire and was no longer bound by anyone, does she need his word of sorry?
His mind was at a loss.
Zhusheng had already walked in front of him, and he subconsciously took a step back.
Zhusheng paused, but still took a step forward, stretched out his hand, and slowly untied the black cloth that wrapped his head and face.
His face was so ugly that it was terrifying.
When I first came to the camp, I frightened a lot of people.
"It's badly damaged" Takebu frowned, "Can you fix it yourself?"
He shook his head.
Zhusheng said: "Then there is no way, there is probably no one here who can repair you."
I'm afraid you'll have to cover it up like this in the future. ” She helped him wrap it up again, revealing only one pair of eyes outside.
"That's good, too."
She said, "Your eyes are beautiful, like one of my old friends." ” When it comes to the deceased, her eyes are calm and her tone is relaxed.
The old man is the old man.
It's already gone, and you don't have to worry about it anymore.
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