What is real and what is illusion? Life is a series of audio and video. What you see, hear and feel are interwoven with sorrow and joy, reflecting the past.
Fang Yuzhu was wearing women's pants, high heels, a T-shirt, and her black hair fell naturally. To say she looked like a goddess would only make her look vulgar. Although she looked very modern, her deep eyes seemed to be cast in an ancient scene. At this moment, she was silent, like a maple leaf, quietly welcoming the autumn wind, gorgeous and beautiful, but also a bit lonely.
Wang Xuan realized that she had her own story. Even a peerless immortal had times when he was powerless and had a past that he could never let go of.
"Did I lose my composure?" Fang Yuzhu turned her face to the side, her eyes as still as water, clear and sparkling.
"No, you were looking at it very attentively, so I didn't disturb you." Wang Xuan shook his head.
In another screening room, Zhang Daoling glanced at Mingxue and said, "You think too much. Who is Fang Yuzhu? She killed peerless ancient cultivators one after another and ended the ancient glory with her own strength. How could such a person be affected by external feelings? She is now truly approaching the world of mortals and wants to integrate into the present world. Not everyone has this state of mind and can really take it and let it go. For example, in this society, can you, the founder of Mingxue, let go of your airs?"
"I... am trying to adapt." The leader of the Dark Blood Sect thought that it was really hard for him to accept living an ordinary life now.
According to his plan, at the very least, he would set up a livestock group in the future to solve the living needs of some of his disciples and grandchildren, and he would not watch the people around him adapt to the 996 work system.
"Well, I overthought it. Although that person was a very good person and wanted to get close to Fairy Fang, she declined. But Fang Yuzhu obviously had regrets. That person died in front of her to save her and was blown to pieces. If it was the wolf-hearted Demon Ancestor, it would be fine. If it was the heartless Demon Ancestor, it would be fine. But no matter what, she would definitely be grateful. Unfortunately, she missed it and failed to save that person."
The leader of the Netherblood Cult said that with Fang Yuzhu's character, if she didn't cherish the past and didn't remember the kindness, then she would be no different from Qi Yi and the Demon Ancestor.
"So, Wang Xuan really has a special inner place. Fang Yuzhu was touched when she saw it. Is he intentionally protecting him? Is he afraid that Zheng Yuantian will come in person? Is he trying to capture and kill him?" The leader of the Nether Blood Cult laughed.
Zhang Daoling glanced at him and said, "Xiao Ming, people who know too much often die miserably. I vaguely saw the moment of your tragic end."
"Xiao Ming?!" The Netherblood Cult leader wanted to spit in his face. This was too much. This was much worse than what Xiao Zhang said. Then he said, "I will live as long as the sky. I will try to die on the same day as you."
Zhang Daoling was so disgusted. You just praised me for my longevity and said I was as good as the sky, but why should I die with you? I really want to give him a bronze mirror.
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Fang Yuzhu was still watching the drama and spoke calmly: "I thought of a friend who saved me twice, but I couldn't save his life."
Wang Xuan said: "Everyone has regrets in life. Otherwise, how can we say that we have lived this life with full awareness?"
He added: "Of course, heartless people are an exception, as are people like Lao Zhang who have been given a diagnosis. They are atypical humans."
"Master Zhang, I seem to hear someone talking about you." Master Mingxue laughed. Now, when the two of them were talking, they used mental force fields to block out the sound, so that it could not be heard. However, Wang Xuan did not realize that there was an atypical human being eavesdropping on him.
"He's slandering me again. If I find a chance, I'll beat him a hundred times!" Lao Zhang looked unfriendly and murderous.
"The old times were glorious, but also stained with blood. Some things are hard to make up for, and all have become the past." Fang Yuzhu spoke. Although her words were calm, there was a sense of sadness. That person died so tragically.
Even if she killed four peerless masters, what would it matter? It couldn't change a person's fate.
Then, she immersed herself in the final credits, and only when the screening was over and the lights came on did she say, "I found that it's good to watch more dramas. Although they are exaggerated, they also reflect reality. However, I get a little involved in watching dramas."
Wang Xuan felt that this drama was mostly similar to her own experiences, which made her feel somewhat touched.
He began, "The direction of life is the ups and downs of emotions. You were so absorbed in watching, I didn't say anything, and it felt quite real. People who focus are the most genuine. Whether they live in the present or dwell on the past, it is the attitude reflected in their hearts."
The two walked outside and quickly got rid of the plot problems in the movie and returned to normal. It was not too late. The two walked on the pedestrian street, ate some special snacks, and then returned.
Lao Zhang and the Dark Blood Cult group were in a small shop on the street - eating skewers and drinking beer happily. In the early summer, the two great cult leaders were actually like ordinary people, looking at the beauties on the street, watching the flashing neon lights, and chatting about the past five thousand years behind the scenes.
"Oh my god, isn't that Patriarch Zhang? And... the old demon Mingxue! The two of them are eating skewers, so down-to-earth!" On the street, Huang Ming was so surprised from a distance that he was almost speechless.
"Shut up!" Kong Yun said, and quickly pulled him away, fearing that he would be heard. However, he was also shocked. Those were the two founders of the sect, eating skewers and drinking draft beer on the street. This scene was too different.
"I seem to hear someone chanting my name. You, and you, come here." The leader of the Netherblood Cult spoke. His voice was not loud, but it rang clearly in the ears of Huang Daxian and Kong Yun.
Huang Ming froze with a bitter face, but when he turned around his face was full of smiles. He walked over with Kong Yun and were about to pay homage.
Zhang Daoling immediately stopped them, saying that if they were seen doing this on the street, it would attract crowds, and said, "From now on, follow the etiquette of ordinary people in the world."
"Yes, Master Zhang!" Kong Yun nodded.
"What are you two doing wandering around for?" Mingxue asked.
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