ebookslot Chapter 273 Autumn Water
Chapter 273 Autumn Water
This person is the rhymeless Great Emperor who suddenly appeared thousands of years ago, Dongfang Fuqing.
Although his life and soul has been broken and his consciousness has disappeared, the only remaining fragments of life and soul can still be self-contained and self-thinking.
Ning Qiushui turned to look at Jiang Zhi Ge, and Jiang Zhi Ge nodded, indicating that there was no danger here.
The two walked side by side to Dongfang Fuqing, 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 his eyes and smiled without saying a word, shaking the hot tea in the cup lightly.
Jiang Zhi Ge didn't ask any further questions, and stepped aside to let Ning Qiushui take his seat.
Ning Qiushui sat opposite the tea table, bowed to Dongfang Fuqing's cupped hands, and said respectfully, "Junior Ning Qiushui, I have seen the Emperor Wuyun."
Dongfang Fuqing took a sip of tea, and said softly with emotion: "The white horse has passed the gap, and the sea has changed. I only have a big dream. In front of the tea table, there are people who are thousands of years later."
Ning Qiushui didn't have a good response, so he simply echoed the emotion on his face.
Dongfang Fuqing shook his head and smiled, and suddenly sighed: "Unfortunately, the leader of Qin Xian after thousands of years will only be able to ask the Profound Realm Cultivation Base.
Jiang Zhi Ge frowned upon hearing this. Ning Qiushui was not a disciple of Dongfang Fuqing. How could he say that Ning Qiushui was not?
Although Ning Qiushui is Junior, her man is the Devil Emperor Jiang Zhi Ge.
Dongfang Fuqing District District Qindi, not to mention just a wisp of a remnant spirit, even if I am here, I am not Jiang Zhi Ge's opponent.
Ning Qiushui was not displeased at all, but only showed shame and sighed: "The qin is not a weapon, and it never competes. After ten million years, I am afraid that the world will forget the rhythm of the qin."
Dongfang Fuqing did not answer, sipping the tea in the cup carefully.
After drinking a full cup of tea, he stretched out his hand to refill it for himself, and said, "So, it's fate that you and I meet each other, maybe you can make the way of the piano different in this world."
Jiang Zhi Ge frowned as he watched from the side. He was a relatively calm person, but he still couldn't stand this procrastination of communication.
After drinking a whole cup of tea, he was willing to finish speaking, and it was dark when Dongfang Fuqing finished speaking.
Ning Qiushui nodded, she knew very well how much fate she had to come here.
She could only ask the Profound Realm Cultivation Base. If she came alone without Jiang Zhi Ge's help, even if she happened to encounter a rare piece of Qin Emperor's life and soul that was rarely seen in millions of years, she couldn't get involved.
"Miss Qiushui, before that, let me ask you a question."
"The way of the piano is difficult to cultivate, and there is not much combat power. Why do you persist to this day?"
The temperament is not good at fighting. If you specialize in the temperament Cultivation Technique, it will be much more difficult than the sword, spear, sword, and halberd. There are really very few cultivators who specialize in the temperament and go to the realm of inquiry.
Ning Qiushui lowered his head and pondered, unable to find the answer for a while.
When Xiu reached the late stage of Asking Profound Realm, she could actually give a lot of reasons why she played the piano.
However, at this moment, he was facing the only Qin Emperor who had ever communicated with each other, so Ning Qiushui's answer was very important and should not be answered at will.
For personal preference? For a confidant? Or did you learn the piano at an early age and refuse to give up halfway through?
Ning Qiushui pondered for a long time, but was unable to come up with the most accurate answer.
Dongfang Fuqing was in no hurry, poured a cup of tea for Ning Qiushui, waved his hand and said, "Miss Qiushui, don't be too persistent."
Ning Qiushui's eyes revealed helpless, he could only nod his thanks, raise his glass and take a sip of tea.
The hot tea passed through her throat, and when she opened her eyes, she found that everything had changed in front of her.
Like the Emperor Tomb, there is only whiteness left, and even the embellishments such as the fragments of life and soul cannot be seen, only pure nothingness.
Ning Qiushui quickly reacted, closing his eyes and starting Meditation.
She understands that what she feels at this moment determines her future path.
If you have a good feeling, you may be able to directly obtain the inheritance of Dongfang Fuqing, and hope to become the second emperor of ancient and modern exchanges.
Jiang Zhi Ge's eyes flickered slightly, which made Ning Qiushui realize that the tea pot of Dongfang Fuqing was by no means commonplace.
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 Zhi Ge was about to ask questions, but he still shook his head and sat cross-legged and waited silently.
Ning Qiushui didn't know how long it would take for her to realize that the Emperor Tomb had only three years left to open. If she realized it for more than three years, the two would be trapped in the Emperor Tomb for at least five hundred years.
As for Dongfang Fuqing, there is definitely no time to explain enlightenment to Jiang Zhi Ge.
He is just a sliver of debris, without the complicated thoughts of his life, he will neither care whether Jiang Zhi Ge is a Devil Emperor or a Demon Emperor, nor how many years Jiang Zhi Ge will be trapped in the Emperor Tomb.
In the rhymeless space, time passed quietly.
A year later, the surrounding scene gradually changed.
The sun shines brightly, the mountains rise from the ground, and the vegetation is emerald green.
The forest is quieter when the cicadas are singing, and the mountains are quieter when the birds are singing.
Like all kinds of piano sounds, Jiang Zhi Ge just felt relaxed and happy, but it wasn't boring.
The light and shadow flies, and it is another year in the past.
Apricot yellow paving the ground, pinnacles flowing gold.
The cool wind blows, and the layers of forest are dyed.
The soles of his feet turned into a pool of water, with leaves floating in them.
Jiang Zhi Ge looked up and murmured, "The cold mountains turn green, and the autumn waters murmur..."
At the moment, the most appropriate one is Ning Qiushui's name.
Jiang Zhi Ge closed his eyes and waited, in a trance, another year passed.
The mountains are cold and the waters are cold, and the forest is cold and the stream is solemn.
The chilling cicada was mournful, and the breath became frosty.
When the snow covered his ankles, Jiang Zhi Ge looked up again and sighed helplessly.
Even though it was a frosty day, Ning Qiushui frowned and his face was solemn, and a layer of sweat dripped from his forehead.
Obviously, her enlightenment was not smooth.
It is now the third year, and the Emperor Tomb will be closed in a few months, and the next opening will be in five hundred years.
At the moment, in the world of Ning Qiushui's enlightenment.
All kinds of scenes change back and forth, and can never 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 has been destroyed time and time again by herself.
"Forget it, three years have passed."
"Miss Qiushui, your way is not here."
As soon as these words came out, Ning Qiushui suddenly opened his eyes, his back was soaked with cold sweat.
She turned her head to look, Dongfang Fuqing looked helpless, and Jiang Zhi Ge also smiled wryly.
"me......"
Ning Qiushui has always been good at hiding his emotions, but now he bowed his head and his eyes were red, and he was a little afraid to look at Jiang Zhi Ge.
After three years of enlightenment, nothing has been gained. I am really ashamed of Jiang Zhi Ge's waiting for three years.
She was unable to seize the rare opportunity in a million years, and perhaps she was not qualified to be by Jiang Zhi Ge's side at all.
Jiang Zhi Ge's eyes revealed pity, and he didn't know how to comfort him.
With Ning Qiushui's character, comforting her in the past will only make her more uncomfortable.
Dongfang Fuqing put away the helplessness and turned to look at Jiang Zhi Ge, as if he noticed his existence for the first time.
"Miss Qiushui, you don't have to be too sad."
"There are all kinds of paths in the world, and there are all kinds of paths. If you can't walk the path I've walked, you can still blaze a new path by yourself."
Dongfang Fuqing did not make the words clear, but took out a piece of wood and six strings out of thin air.