Although his soul was shattered and his consciousness disappeared, the only remaining fragment of his soul was still able to create its own world and think for itself.
Ning Qiu Shui turned to look at Jiang Zhige, and Jiang Zhige nodded, indicating to her that there was no danger here.
The two walked side by side towards Dongfang Fuqing, but when they got in front of him, they found that the tea table was so small that only one person could sit opposite it.
Dongfang Fuqing closed his eyes and smiled without saying a word, gently swirling the cup of hot tea.
Jiang Zhige didn't ask any more questions and stepped aside to let Ning Qiu Shui take a seat.
Ning Qiushui sat across from the tea table, bowed to Dongfang Fuqing, and said respectfully: "Junior Ning Qiushui greets Emperor Wuyun."
Dongfang Fuqing took a sip of tea and said with emotion, "Time flies by, the world changes, I feel like it was just a dream, and the person sitting in front of the tea table is already thousands of years later."
Ning Qiu Shui didn't have a good response, so she just followed suit and expressed her feelings.
Dongfang Fuqing shook his head and smiled, then suddenly sighed, "It's a pity that the leader of the Qin Immortals thousands of years later can only reach the Xuan Realm. If there is no chance, he will never reach the peak of the Xuan Realm until his death."
Jiang Zhige frowned slightly when he heard that. Ning Qiu Shui was not Dongfang Fuqing's disciple, so what right did he have to criticize Ning Qiu Shui in person?
Although Ning Qiu Shui is a junior, her man is the Demon Emperor Jiang Zhige.
Dongfang Fuqing is just a Qin Emperor. Not to mention that he is just a remnant spirit, even if he were here in person, he would not be a match for Jiang Zhige.
Ning Qiushui was not displeased at all, but just looked ashamed, and sighed: "The zither is not a weapon, and it is not used in competition. In another ten million years, I am afraid that the world will forget the music of the zither."
Dongfang Fuqing did not answer, but sipped the tea in the cup carefully.
After finishing the cup of tea, he reached out to refill his cup and said, "So, it is fate that we meet. Perhaps you can make the way of the zither in this world different."
Jiang Zhige was watching from the side with a frown on his face. He was a relatively calm person, but he still couldn't stand this slow way of communication.
He finished the whole cup of tea before he finished speaking. By the time Dongfang Fuqing finished speaking, it was already dark.
Ning Qiu Shui nodded. She knew very well how great her fate was to be here.
She could only ask for the cultivation level of the Xuan realm. If she came alone without Jiang Zhige's help, even if she happened to encounter the fragments of the Qin Emperor's soul that were rarely seen in a million years, she would not be able to get involved.
"Miss Qiushui, before that, let me ask you a question."
"The art of the zither is difficult to learn, and you don't have much combat power. Why have you persisted until today?"
Music is not good at fighting. If one specializes in music skills, it is much more difficult than practicing swords and spears. There are really few cultivators who specialize in music and reach the realm of questioning.
Ning Qiu Shui lowered his head and pondered, unable to find the answer for a moment.
After reaching the late stage of the Questioning Profound Realm, if asked why she played the piano, she could actually give many reasons.
However, at this moment, he was facing the only emperor of the zither throughout history, so Ning Qiu Shui's answer was crucial and he could not give a casual answer.
Was it for personal preference? For a close friend? Or was it because he had already started learning the piano in his early years and was unwilling to give up halfway? Ning Qiushui pondered for a long time, but could not come up with the most accurate answer.
Dongfang Fuqing was not in a hurry at all. He poured a cup of tea for Ning Qiushui and waved his hand to invite her, "Miss Qiushui, don't be too persistent."
Ning Qiu Shui looked helpless and could only nod his head in thanks, then raised his cup and took a sip of tea.
After the hot tea went down her throat and she opened her eyes, she found that everything in front of her had changed.
Like the Emperor's Tomb, there was only whiteness, and even the embellishments such as the soul fragments could not be seen, only pure nothingness.
Ning Qiu Shui reacted quickly, closed his eyes and began to meditate.
She understood that her feelings at this moment would determine her future path.
If he has good insights, he may be able to directly inherit Dongfang Fuqing and hope to become the second greatest zither emperor of ancient and modern times.
Jiang Zhige's eyes flickered slightly, which made Ning Qiu Shui realize on the spot that Dongfang Fuqing's pot of tea was definitely not ordinary.
He turned his head and saw Dongfang Fuqing didn't say another word. He leaned against the tree with one hand on his chin and fell asleep.
Jiang Zhige wanted to ask, but when the words came to his lips, he shook his head and sat cross-legged on the ground waiting silently.
It is unknown how long Ning Qiu Shui has been meditating, and there are only three years left before the Emperor's Tomb can be opened. If her enlightenment takes 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 certainly doesn't have the time to explain enlightenment to Jiang Zhige.
He was just a lingering fragment, without the complex thoughts he had when he was alive. He didn't care whether Jiang Zhige was the Demon Emperor or the Monster Emperor, nor did he care how many years Jiang Zhige would be trapped in the Emperor's Tomb.
In the rhythmless space, time passes quietly.
As the year passed, the surrounding scenery gradually changed.
The sun is shining brightly, the mountains rise from the ground, and the vegetation is lush and green.
The chirping of cicadas makes the forest even quieter; the singing of birds makes the mountain even more secluded.
As if listening to the sound of thousands of pianos, Jiang Zhige felt relaxed and happy, and not at all bored.
Time flies, and another year has passed.
The ground is covered with apricot yellow, and the green and gold are stacked.
The cool breeze blows on your face and the forest is full of colors.
The soles of my feet turned into a pool of water with fallen leaves floating in it.
Jiang Zhige looked up and murmured, "The cold mountain turns green, and the autumn water flows gently."
The most appropriate name at this moment is Ning Qiu Shui's.
Jiang Zhige closed his eyes and waited. Before he knew it, another year had passed.
The mountains are cold, the waters are chilly, the forests are cold and the streams are quiet.
The cicada cries sadly and its breath turns to frost.
When the snow covered his ankles, Jiang Zhige looked up again and sighed helplessly.
Although it was a frosty day, Ning Qiu Shui frowned and looked solemn, with beads of sweat on his forehead.
Obviously, her enlightenment was not going smoothly.
It is now the third year. In a few months, the Emperor's Tomb will be closed and will not open again until five hundred years later.
At this moment, in Ning Qiu Shui's world of enlightenment.
The scenes kept changing back and forth, and could never stop in the right place.
There are green willows swaying in the wind, flowing water in the mountains, and jade-like palaces.
Broken, constantly broken, symbolizing that her state of mind was destroyed by herself again and again.
"Never mind. Three years have passed."
"Miss Qiushui, your path is not here."
As soon as these words came out, Ning Qiu Shui suddenly opened his eyes, and his back was soaked with cold sweat.
She turned her head and saw Dongfang Fuqing looking helpless, and Jiang Zhige also had a bitter smile on his face.
"I, I"
Ning Qiu Shui has always been good at hiding her emotions, but now she lowered her head with red eyes, and was a little afraid to look at Jiang Zhige.
I have been trying to understand the truth for three years but have gained nothing. I feel really ashamed of Jiang Zhige for waiting for three years.
This opportunity that only comes once in a million years, but she failed to seize it. Perhaps she is not worthy of being with Jiang Zhige at all.
Jiang Zhige looked sympathetic, not knowing how to comfort her.
Given Ning Qiu Shui's personality, going over to comfort her at this moment would only make her feel worse.
Dongfang Fuqing put away his helplessness and turned to look at Jiang Zhige, as if he noticed his existence for the first time.
"Miss Qiushui, there's no need to be too sad."
“There are countless paths in the world, and there are countless roads. If you can’t walk the path I walked, you can still walk a new path of your own.”