Hearing Qin Yan's footsteps, Fu Changling was so scared that he quickly closed his eyes.
He made up his mind that if Qin Yan threw him out, he would... he would sleep on the floor outside.
But his main thought was that if he slept here quietly, the Lanyue Palace would be so big that Qin Yan might not even notice him.
Thinking this way, Fu Changling felt more at ease. He listened to the footsteps approaching. There was something strange about the other person's footsteps, unlike Qin Yan's usual footsteps. They sounded extremely unsteady. Fu Changling carefully distinguished them for a moment, and suddenly a sense of worry rose in his heart. He hurriedly stood up, tiptoed out, and hid behind a large flower stand, quietly watching the person coming in.
It was Qin Yan who arrived, but he looked a little different than usual. His face was flushed, and he leaned against a nearby pillar, appearing a little tired. The smell of alcohol wafted from him. Fu Changling observed him for a moment and immediately realized that this man had gone out to drink.
Fu Changling wasn't particularly surprised by this. When he'd tried to assassinate Qin Yan, he'd observed him in the dark for a year. It was true that Qin Yan liked to drink, especially quietly, in private. However, he was always very cautious, drinking only a potful at a time, no more, no less. He rarely drank to this degree.
Qin Yan stood and rested for a while, then walked forward again. Fu Changling watched nervously. Seeing Qin Yan stagger and fall forward, his body was faster than his brain. He rushed out with a crouched waist and held Qin Yan.
Qin Yan was supported. He slowly raised his eyes, his usual clear gaze fixed on Fu Changling. Fu Changling was holding him, feeling quite nervous. His heart was beating fast, afraid that Qin Yan would raise his hand and slap him. But he still held himself together, swallowed his saliva and said, "Senior Brother..."
"It's you."
Qin Yan recognized him accurately. Fu Changling was unsure of Qin Yan's attitude. Even though he seemed to have recognized who he was, he was still a little nervous. Qin Yan looked at him quietly, as if trying to identify something. After a moment, he suddenly pushed him away and walked forward. Fu Changling was relieved to see that he didn't make a move. He quickly caught up with him and helped him to the bed. As he helped him, he said, "Brother, where have you been? Why are you so drunk? Did you eat before drinking? How much did you drink?"
Qin Yan didn't answer him a word. Fu Changling helped him to the bed. Qin Yan lay on the bed with his eyes closed and his brows furrowed.
Fu Changling observed his expression and knew that he was feeling uncomfortable. He took off his shoes, covered him with a blanket, poured hot water, and carefully wiped his face. As he wiped, he said, "Did you vomit after drinking? If you didn't, it would be very uncomfortable."
As he spoke, he leaned forward and sniffed it, identifying it as wine. He couldn't help but laugh and said, "You dare to drink like this even if you are drunk as a god? You are really brave."
Qin Yan seemed to ignore him and turned over, trying to face the wall. Fu Changling couldn't help but laugh at his childish actions. He lowered his head to wipe his fingers. For some reason, after realizing that Qin Yan wouldn't listen to anything he said, he became bolder and said gently, "Are you going to drink alone? Why drink so much? You should have gone by yourself. After all, you always drink alone. It's not good to drink like this. Come to me if you want to drink in the future. I'll accompany you. Drinking this way won't hurt your health."
“Master…”
Qin Yan whispered, and Fu Changling was stunned for a moment, then he heard Qin Yan say in a low voice: "Master, you haven't drunk with me for a long time."
Upon hearing this, Fu Changling forced a smile. He lowered his head and wiped his fingers clean. He smiled and said, "So you learned to drink from your master. I was wondering how it is that you, who look so serious, can drink so well."
"Master..." Qin Yan curled up and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry... I... I should have been nicer to you... I'm sorry..."
Fu Changling stopped moving.
He suddenly realized that he was not as generous as he had imagined. Facing a Qin Yan who had no heart for him and was thinking about someone else, he seemed to be at a loss.
He wiped Qin Yan's hands clean, covered him with the quilt, and whispered, "I'll make you some sobering soup, you should get some sleep first."
Qin Yan did not respond to him. Fu Changling stood up and walked around Lanyue Palace until he found the kitchen. He lit a fire, added water, took out a hangover pill from his spirit bag and threw it into the water. He watched the color of the hangover pill slowly spread in the water and felt a silent emotion, just like the hangover pill, slowly dispersing and fermenting, and silently spreading to everything.
He cooked the hangover soup and brought it back. He poured the soup back and forth between two bowls, gently testing the temperature. When it was just the right temperature, he brought it to Qin Yan. He helped Qin Yan up and fed him the hangover soup. Qin Yan occasionally opened his eyes to look at him, then closed them again. After feeding him the hangover soup, Fu Changling covered him with a quilt. He turned his head and saw the moon at its zenith. The moonlight slanted down from the gate of the Moon Palace, as quiet as water. Fu Changling suddenly didn't want to leave. In his previous life, he had slept in this room for many nights. At that time, this room was the Hongmeng Palace he rebuilt, and that person was no longer here. But tonight was different.
Qin Yan is alive, he is fine, and he is staying by his side.
Fu Changling walked to the moon archway, sat down and leaned against it, then he noticed that the floor next to him was a little different. He stared at the crack in the floor, reached out and knocked, and found that it seemed empty. He suddenly became curious, reached out and lifted the floor, and found that a small hole had been dug underneath, with several jars of wine in it. Fu Changling laughed when he saw it, knowing that this was what Qin Yan had secretly hidden in the Moon Palace.
"Since I discovered it, everyone who sees it gets a share."
Fu Changling took the wine out from the floor, put the lid back on, opened the cork, and smelled it.
The gods are drunk.
This is a very strong liquor, and people who are new to alcohol generally won't drink it.
He discovered that Qin Yan was a man of very fierce temper. His swordsmanship was fierce, his personality was fierce, and even the wine he drank had to be the strongest.
He sighed and felt that he was really committing a sin. It was not easy to like such a person, nor was it easy to be liked by him. But people are like moths, and they are so silent, strong, and the most moving.
Fu Changling leaned against the moon archway and poured the wine into his throat. He glanced at Qin Yan who was lying not far away, then turned his head to look at Yun Yue outside.
He couldn't help but think of the first time he drank with Qin Yan many years ago.
That was shortly after the Fu family was wiped out, and the Hongmeng Palace was captured by evil cultivators. He was ordered to rush to the rescue of the Hongmeng Palace, but was ambushed on the way back.
Qin Yan hunted him for a whole month. During that month, he hid from place to place. One day, he disguised himself as a beggar and sat at the door of a tavern. He happened to meet Qin Yan. He had no time to escape, so he simply sat there, disguised as an ordinary beggar.
Qin Yan came over with a sword in hand, but he didn't notice him and walked straight into the tavern.
It was drizzling that day, with people coming and going. Qin Yan sat at a table next to the outermost railing outside the tavern, with Fu Changling separated by a railing.
Fu Changling didn't dare to move. He quietly watched the drizzle outside the long eaves. Qin Yan ordered a jar of wine, said nothing, and poured himself a glass of wine.
Fu Changling listened to the sound of rain and wine pouring. After a long time, the person inside suddenly picked up a glass of wine with a sword and handed it to him.
"It's cold and rainy," Qin Yan said in a hoarse voice, "Let's have a drink."
Fu Changling was slightly stunned. He didn't know whether Qin Yan recognized him. If he refused at that time, it would be too conspicuous. He could only take the wine and thank him in a low voice.
The two men drank the glass of wine in silence, and Fu Changling looked at him secretly.
Qin Yan looked a little different that day. Although he was still quiet and indifferent, he felt an indescribable loneliness and sadness as he sat there.
He drank a pot and a half, no more. After finishing, he stood up and whispered, "There's still half a pot left on the table. Thank you for being here today."
Fu Changling didn't know whether he was talking to him, so he didn't dare to answer. He just saw Qin Yan stand up, walk into the rain alone, holding a sword and an umbrella.
His back melted into the rain and mist, like a landscape painting in ink, blurred in people's eyes. Fu Changling turned his head and saw the wine jar on the table. He stood up, took the wine jar, shook it, and found that there was indeed half a jar left.
Not long after Qin Yan left the house, white flowers fell from the sky. Fu Changling raised his head and heard the sound of bells coming from afar, mixed with the sound of bells, the singing of children, and the white flowers. At this moment, the whole world was shrouded in a silent sorrow.
People from every household came out and looked in the direction where the singing came from. All the monks present stood up, bent their middle fingers in half to face each other, and touched the other fingers together, then lowered their heads, following this mournful music that belonged only to Yunze, mourning the dead.
Xie Yuqing of Hongmeng Tiangong died a martyr, and the fire he left behind burned for a whole month. Except for a few survivors, everyone else in Hongmeng Tiangong was burned to ashes. After the fire was out, the disciples of Hongmeng Tiangong could only build a cenotaph and bury the deceased on the mountain on that day.
It was not until he heard the singing that Fu Changling realized that it was the day of the funeral of many disciples of Hongmeng Tiangong.
So he raised his cup, turned his head, and watched Qin Yan walk away with an umbrella. When everyone bowed their heads in silence, he walked alone against the crowd. It was obviously an impolite act, but for some reason, Fu Changling felt a little distressed at that moment.
Fu Changling took a sip of wine and turned his head. He looked at the moon in the sky and felt a little depressed.
These days, he sometimes wondered when his feelings for Qin Yan first began. Putting aside Yan Ming, how did he plant this person in his heart over the next thirty years?
But now when he thought about it, he realized that he and Qin Yan had too many such trivial interactions. Every time he looked back, he was filled with the shadow of this person.
It’s just that I had one thought about that person back then, and now I have another thought about him.
For example, he wondered why Qin Yan drank the pot of wine alone on the day of Hongmeng Tiangong's funeral. He guessed that it was because, even though Qin Yan was a devil, he might still have some conscience and would feel sad.
But now that he thought about it, he felt less sure.
If Qin Yan hadn't created the Karma Prison, then was Jiang Yebai killed by Qin Yan? Was Hongmeng Heavenly Palace betrayed by Qin Yan?
Considering the attitude Yan Ming showed towards his master back then, and the fact that Qin Yan is still thinking about Jiang Yebai even when he is drunk now, will he really kill Jiang Yebai?
Fu Changling closed his eyes and combed his hair carefully.
Last night in the back mountain, Qin Yan told those people that three months ago, they would send people to assassinate Elder Lingxu of Qingkong Sect and assassinate the elders of Hongmeng Heavenly Palace. This was absolutely a secret order and no one could know about it.
The Xuanji Secret Realm was opened in the back mountain of Hongmeng Heavenly Palace.
Back then in the Xuanji Secret Realm, Yan Ming told him that he had accidentally entered the Xuanji Secret Realm while carrying out a mission for his master, and after they met, Yan Ming never told him his true identity.
Connecting the dots, it's highly likely that what happened to Qin Yan in his previous life was three months ago. He was sent to assassinate Elder Lingxu. This was a secret mission within the sect, and he couldn't reveal his identity at any time. After completing the mission, he returned to Hongmeng Heavenly Palace. For unknown reasons, he mistakenly entered the forbidden area of Lingshan Mountain and then the Xuanji Secret Realm, where he met him.
Because he was still carrying out his master's mission, Qin Yan, with his cautious personality, chose an alias before he knew more about him. Then, in the Xuanji Secret Realm, Qin Yan and him developed feelings. He didn't know what these feelings were, but he was sure of one thing: when they finally left the secret realm, he saved them both at the cost of his shattered golden elixir. This incident made Qin Yan feel guilty towards him.
Qin Yan went to Jinguang Temple to receive a bone nail for this. A year later, Qin Yan came down from Jinguang Temple and went to get him the flowers of rebirth and gave them to him. Perhaps he was seriously injured, so he did not attend the Junzitai debate the following year.
Then he wrote a letter of challenge to Qin Yan, and made an appointment to fight him at the Samsara Bridge, but before he arrived, the demon cultivator suddenly assassinated Fu Yushu, so he did not go.
Qin Yan waited for him at the Samsara Bridge for seven days.
Seven days later, Qin Yan returned to Hongmeng Palace, and then Jiang Yebai died. Qin Yan was identified as the murderer and was wanted by the fairy world.
Jiang Yebai, a great tribulation-crossing master, died at the hands of his disciples. It was heard that the reason was that Jiang Yebai was about to break through and advance to a higher level, and Qin Yan took the opportunity to attack him.
The moment he thought of this, Fu Changling was suddenly stunned.
He held the wine jug with his hands trembling slightly. He took a sip of wine, trying to make himself less afraid.
He once thought, if Qin Yan really loved him, or really loved him, why didn't he ever tell him?
For so many years, such a long time, why didn't Qin Yan reveal the slightest bit of it? Even if Qin Yan might be making some other plans, why didn't he reveal the slightest bit of his love for this thing?
But at this moment, he felt as if he had glimpsed some answer.
If Jiang Yebai was not killed by Qin Yan, it means that when Jiang Yebai was promoted, Qin Yan chose to wait for him at the Samsara Bridge.
Then Jiang Yebai died.
Fu Changling's hands trembled slightly. He didn't know why, but he suddenly thought, what if he were Qin Yan.
If he had ignored the person who had been with him for more than ten years because of his budding love in his youth, had not noticed that he needed help, had not noticed his weakness at that moment, and had gone to the Samsara Bridge to wait for someone with full joy.
However, that person did not come. Not only did he not come, but after he returned, he received the news of the death of the person who cherished him the most. The person died in unclear circumstances, and he became a scapegoat.
Then, no matter whether the other party is wrong or not, this relationship is a sin.
For thirty long years, Fu Changling dared not admit that he had feelings for a murderer who had killed his family. If Jiang Yebai died because of Qin Yan's negligence, how could Qin Yan admit his feelings for Fu Changling?
This relationship ruined Qin Yan and the person he loved deeply.
This feeling is a sin, a shackle on his life. Whenever he thinks of it, he may feel sick.
He hadn't spoken of it back then, and he never spoke of it until his death. Perhaps from the very beginning, he had already decided to bury this feeling forever. He had never thought about starting it, nor had he ever thought about ending it. Even if one day Fu Changling knew about it and accepted it, he would still decisively reject it.
Perhaps, the moment Jiang Yebai died, their relationship had already come to an end.
Fu Changling thought about this, he finished the last sip of wine and chuckled: "Ridiculous."
He supported himself and staggered to his feet.
Everything was just his guess. There wouldn't be such a coincidence in this world. Maybe all his guesses were wrong?
Those were all things from the previous life. He would never know what happened, and he didn't need to be sad because of these things that he couldn't tell whether they were true or not.
Fu Changling took a deep breath and calmed himself down. He walked to Qin Yan and looked down at him.
After drinking the sobering soup, Qin Yan felt much better. He turned his back to him and curled up to sleep like a child.
Fu Changling bent down to tuck the quilt in for him, and then he looked at him quietly. After a long time, he said hoarsely, "It's all over."
As the words left his mouth, he couldn't help laughing.
He found that he still couldn't convince himself.
But when he got closer to Qin Yan, he felt much more comfortable. The fact that Qin Yan was by his side made him calm down. He squatted down, leaned his head on the edge of Qin Yan's bed, and whispered: "Actually, this is good. I know how much you have suffered and how much you have endured. The more I know, the more I can protect you."
"Don't worry," he couldn't help but smile, "your master will be fine in this life. He won't die, and you won't have to drink alone anymore."
After Fu Changling finished speaking, he leaned against Qin Yan. The faint fragrance from Qin Yan wafted over, making him feel at ease.
He felt a little sleepy, but he didn't dare to sleep here alone, so he pushed himself up and quietly returned to his room.
After he left, Qin Yan slowly opened his eyes.
He looked at the barely pure white wall for a long time, then closed his eyes again, as if nothing had happened.
Fu Changling returned to his room. He looked at the ceiling for a long time and then closed his eyes.
"Tonight."
He told himself that all his emotions would only last for this night, and when he woke up tomorrow, he would be the Fu Changling of this life.
People should not destroy themselves under the influence of emotions.
This is the most important thing he has learned in these long forty years.
Fu Changling slowly fell asleep in the second half of the night. The next morning, he was woken up by Yun Yu: "Chen Xiufan! Chen Xiufan, wake up!"
"Oh," Fu Changling opened his eyes dazedly. Seeing Yun Yu, he said in pain, "Senior Brother Yun, what are you doing?"
"what I do?"
Yun Yu's face was filled with shock: "Don't you see what time it is? Did you sleep through the apprenticeship ceremony today?!"
Upon hearing this, Fu Changling turned his head and glanced at the sun outside, which had not yet risen. "Senior Brother Yun, is the Hongmeng Heavenly Palace's apprenticeship ceremony this early? Master," he took a breath, "is he up yet?"
"It doesn't matter whether the Palace Master wakes up or not," Yun Yu dragged Fu Changling off the bed, "You have to go and wait. Quickly."
As he spoke, Yun Yu pressed Fu Changling to the edge of the table, placed the Hongmeng Palace robes on the table, and instructed: "I'm going to see my senior brother now, you hurry up and wash up. If you dare to lose my face today, I will chop you to death!"
Yun Yu finished speaking angrily, and Fu Changling sighed.
He felt that Yun Yu, this kid, had really taken the act of bullying the weak and fearing the strong to the extreme. When the Shangguan family called him Master Fu, he was still a little cutie. Now look at him, how fierce is he?
Fu Changling picked up the palace uniform of Hongmeng Tiangong. The dull color was completely contrary to his aesthetic taste, but when he thought that the clothes were the same as Qin Yan's clothes, he couldn't help but feel happy and felt that it was not so ugly.
He quickly got up, washed, tied his hair and changed his clothes. His clothes were embroidered with white cranes, just like Qin Yan's. Fu Changling guessed that the white crane should be the symbol of Changyue Peak, and the orchid was the symbol of Mingsang Peak, so his and Qin Yan's clothes were embroidered with white cranes, while Yunyu's was embroidered with orchids.
Fu Changling's mood brightened when he thought about how his clothes were similar to Qin Yan's and that his status was closer to Yun Yu. He changed his clothes, walked out the door, and waited for a while. Yun Yu came out first. He greeted Fu Changling and said, "Big Brother said he's waiting for Master to come over together. Let's go first."
Fu Changling nodded.
"Oh, and one more thing," Yun Yu continued, "Senior Brother told you to throw your garbage out of Lanyue Palace, otherwise he will come back today and do it for you."
"Isn't this a bit unreasonable?" Fu Changling became anxious when he heard this. "Even if you want to kick me out, you have to wait until I build my own residence."
"Don't tell me this," Yun Yu waved his hand and stood up on his sword. "Go and talk to the eldest brother yourself. See if he will help you throw it away right away."
Fu Changling heard this and flew after Yun Yu on his sword, anxiously saying, "Brother Yun Yu, I know you're a good person. Please help me think of a solution."
"Don't think about it. I still want to stay in Lanyue Palace."
Yun Yu rolled his eyes. Fu Changling thought for a moment, then said happily, "Do you think it's okay for me to give my senior brother a gift?"
"Gift?" Yun Yu was a little surprised. "What gift?"
"For example, if I send a few jars of wine or something, Senior Brother will be happy and maybe let me stay here."
"You can give me gifts," Yun Yu said slowly, "but don't give me wine. I don't drink much."
These words stunned Fu Changling.
"Brother, don't you drink?"
"Not only is it forbidden, it's prohibited." Yun Yu turned around and warned Fu Changling, "Palace Master Jiang loves to drink. Every time Senior Brother goes to his place, he confiscates the wine. You too, if you drink on Changyue Peak, be careful not to be thrown out with your furniture."
As the two were talking, they arrived at the main hall of Hongmeng Heavenly Palace. The deacons and disciples of each peak were already standing outside with their people, filling the entire square.
Yun Yu brought Fu Changling to the front row and said to him, "Just stand here. I have to go and give the instructions."
Having said that, Yunyu ran away and took Yunyang with him to start directing everyone to stand in line.
Fu Changling and Shangguan Mingyan stood together. Fu Changling glanced at Yunyu and couldn't help but sigh: "Senior Brother Yunyu is really versatile and can do everything."
"Someone who cultivates immortality asks about this," Shangguan Mingyan laughed, "and naturally someone will do these things."
"What about you?"
Fu Changling turned to look at him. Shangguan Mingyan was a little confused: "What?"
"Why did you come to Hongmeng Heavenly Palace?"
Fu Changling's fan tapped against his palm. Shangguan Mingyan paused and then spoke slowly, "I want revenge."
"Revenge?" Fu Changling frowned. "I heard that your family suffered at the hands of Wushi Luo. Palace Master Jiang seems to have already killed Wushi Luo?"
"Wu Shi Luo?" Shangguan Mingyan laughed sarcastically. After a moment, he shook his head and said, "Brother Chen, there are some things you don't know."
"oh?"
Fu Changling put the fan to his lips: "For example?"
Shangguan Mingyan sighed and said nothing more. Even without Shangguan Mingyan's comment, Fu Changling understood that the Shangguan family had clearly been used as a pawn. The person playing chess could be the purple-clad woman who had destroyed Shangguan Hong's formation at his home, or the person who had given Shangguan Hong the prison technique. No one could say for sure until the truth was revealed.
The two chatted while everyone stood still. After a while, a bell rang in the distance, and everyone fell silent. Then, they saw several brilliant lights flying on swords from various peaks. Two figures landed in the front. They were Qin Yan and Xie Yuqing. They stood with swords raised. They turned around together, held the sword across their foreheads with one hand, knelt on one knee, and said in unison: "Repel evil and uphold the Tao, keep your heart as one."
As they spoke, everyone followed Qin Yan and Xie Yuqing's actions, knelt on one knee together, and said loudly: "Disciple Hongmeng, welcome to the main hall."
The ceremony came so suddenly that Fu Changling had no time to do anything. He blended into the crowd and knelt down with Shangguan Mingyan. Then, Fu Changling saw the door to the main hall above him slowly open. Qin Yan and Xie Yuqing walked in together. Yun Yu and Yun Yang stood up from either side, replacing Qin Yan and Xie Yuqing, and stood on either side of the door.
After a while, Jiang Yebai's voice came from the inner room: "The 32nd generation disciple of Hongmeng Tiangong, Shen Xiufan, enters the hall."
The name Chen Xiufan made Fu Changling a little confused. It was Shangguan Mingyan who pushed him and he quickly stood up.
Everyone was looking at him, and Fu Changling felt a sense of unreality and trance.
It's not like he hasn't been stared at like this before. For nearly fifteen years, he stood at the top of Yunze. As the number one in the immortal way, wherever he went, he was the focus of everyone's attention.
But those gazes were different from the ones at this moment.
The light in those young men's eyes was filled with joy and hope. They had never experienced rain, snow, wind, or frost, nor had they seen despair or pain. Later, when those people looked at him, they were filled with admiration, placing all their hopes on him. Apart from him, the entire Yunze was devoid of life.
He vaguely recognized some shadows on the faces of several people. They were the few survivors of Hongmeng Tiangong and were active on the front line.
He felt a little sad in his heart. He walked forward slowly, and when he saw Qin Yan in front of him, this emotion reached a peak.
Qin Yan stood behind Jiang Yebai with a jade sword hanging from his waist and a jade crown and white clothes. Jiang Yebai stood on a high seat, wearing a blue robe and a jade crown, and looked at him quietly.
Fu Changling walked forward and knelt in front of Jiang Yebai.
"From today on, you are my disciple." Jiang Yebai said calmly. Qin Yan took a box from the side and handed it to Jiang Yebai. Jiang Yebai handed the sword to Fu Changling, "This is the Qingya Sword given to you by your master. The road ahead is long, and I hope you will keep your mind focused."
Fu Changling took the sword with both hands, lowered his head, and said seriously: "Disciple will remember Master's teachings."
As he spoke, Fu Changling raised his sword and bowed to Jiang Yebai.
Then he raised his head, and the disciple next to him came over and took the sword case for him. Fu Changling turned around and looked at Qin Yan who was standing beside him.
Qin Yan looked at him quietly for a long time, and then he took out a jade pendant from his sleeve. The jade pendant looked a little worn, and the surface was smooth, as if he had rubbed it for many years.
He walked forward and handed the jade pendant to Fu Changling.
"This is a meeting gift from my senior brother."
Fu Changling looked at the jade pendant and couldn't help but feel a little jealous.
That was the jade that Qin Yan placed in Fu Changling's palm in his previous life after he fell into evil and wiped out the entire Fu family.
Time suddenly passed, he looked at Qin Yan and forced a smile.
"Why did Senior Brother give me this jade pendant?"
Why was this jade pendant given as a gift in both lives?
Qin Yan paused, raised his eyes, and there was a hint of fluctuation in his usually cold gaze.
He looked at him, opened his lips, and said slowly: "Junior brother, you are like jade."
Fu Changling was slightly stunned, and then he saw Qin Yan lower his eyes, restrained his tone, and continued: "With the knife and the axe, through life and death, a hundred pains, it will be completed."
"No matter life or death, sorrow or joy in this life, I hope that you will not abandon your heart of Taoism, do not go against your original heart, and do not forget your original intention."
"The great path is difficult to achieve," Qin Yan looked at him quietly, "I hope you can help me achieve it."
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