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Chapter 26 It's That Palace of Eternal Life Again

That day Qin Huan ran away from Lu's house crying, but he didn't know where to stay.

He simply went back to Qin's house and returned to his room.

Lock the door tightly and detain yourself in this darkness.

She didn't want to face the man's unfamiliar face, let alone hear his rejections over and over again, it seemed that even thinking about it made her feel pain in her heart.

Only then did she understand that among all kinds of love in this world, the scariest thing is not that he doesn't love you.

It's because he doesn't trust you, he just thinks you'll stay away.

Later, Qin Huan finally fell into a deep sleep.

She was dreaming again.

A very, very long dream.

In the dream, it was still that teahouse.

But this time she is finally herself, or what Qin Huan looks like in July.

The storyteller is still there, but he is still very young, dressed like a young scholar.

He still told the story of the Lord of Longevity today, but he only told the first half.

Qin Huan asked him, "Sir, do you know the master of the Eternal Life Palace?"

He smiled foolishly when he heard the words, "Is the girl an outsider? Who doesn't know the Master of the Palace of Longevity in our Great Southern Border?"

As he spoke, he took Qin Huan to the door, pointed to the long intestines in front of her, and told her, "Look, go along this road, pass by Nanxiang Shuangjiang River, pass by Danyang City, and arrive at the Hall of Eternal Life. The scenery along the way is not to be described as too beautiful to behold, if the girl is fine, she can take a trip."

"Thank you."

Qin Huan nodded to him to thank him, and followed the road back up, his heart gradually calmed down, and his sadness gradually faded away.

Stepping across the water of Nanxiang with both feet, you can see the wild geese returning to the peak in southern Xinjiang, the wind supporting the falling flowers, the gurgling water and the singing of warblers in your ears, and the kissing fish at your feet, and the cool running water.

From a distance, you can see the ancient city Danyang sitting in the valley, and the treasure palace Changsheng at the most scenic spot of the mountain peak.

The flowers, the grass, the flying catkins, the stones, the trees, and the floating dust are somehow familiar.

She traveled through Nanxiang, passed through a bamboo forest, and came to Danyang City.

The city gate is wide open, but there is not a single person in sight, there is no ancient market, and the houses are closed.

I could only smell the rich herbal scent, which was rich but not pungent, but rather refreshing.

After walking from one end of the city to the other, my heart became calmer and I suddenly became enlightened.

But for some reason, as soon as he left the city, he was brought to the Palace of Longevity.

People crowded around in front of the hall, blocking Qin Huan's sight.

Qin Huan walked forward and was about to ask the people next to him to borrow it, but found that they passed through his body one by one.

Again, it seemed that he was pushed out of the door again.

At least she can control herself.

Walking straight ahead, I saw a man and a woman hugging each other and falling to the ground in front of the hall.

You can only see the blood staining the two white clothes, but you can't see their faces clearly.

Just as I was watching, a man's voice suddenly came from my ear, "Qin Huan, you said I have no heart. Now that I have cut my heart out in front of you, why don't you love me?"

The man's voice suppressed deep pain, and Qin Huan's heart, which had just calmed down, felt cramped again. It was really a disaster.

Just this painful voice, who is it?
Why does my heart hurt so much when I hear it?
When did I lose whom?

Is it Qin Huan from which time and space?

Where did I travel to again?

There are many questions in my heart, but no one can answer myself.

Simply look at it like this.

She watched the crowd come and go, and carefully put the man and woman into the ice coffin.

I heard that there is a big burial.

I heard that he is the Lord of the Hall of Eternal Life.

I heard that his name is Yanli, and his name is Pingqiu.

I heard that they both died for love, but Qin Huan didn't believe it.

Suddenly remembered the story told by the storyteller in the previous dream, could it be this palace master?
Seeing them setting up the ice coffin and about to enter the hall, Qin Huan was about to follow in, but was ejected.

No matter how you look, it is a dead barrenness.

"Qin Huan, you said I don't have a heart. Now that I've split my heart in front of you, why don't you love me?"

The voice kept echoing in my ears.

I thought it was very disturbing, but my heart ached for no reason.

What kind of pain, what kind of sadness, could make him talk about it over and over again after death, unwilling to let go.

"Did you ever hear him call?"

Hearing the sound, Qin Huan glanced at a man in a white robe. The silver moon between his brows was so similar to Yue Mingchu's, but much dimmer than his, and he couldn't see his real face. He seemed to be the person in his dream.

Qin Huan nodded and said with emotion, "Yeah. I heard it. What kind of pain can cause this?"

"What kind of pain, maybe only he knows." The man in white robe sighed softly.

"Is he the master of the Palace of Eternal Life?" Qin Huan asked him.

"Yes, and no." The white-robed man said vaguely.

Qin Huan asked again, "I don't understand, could you tell me, sir?"

The white-robed man laughed lightly when he heard the words, "Sir? Oh, no."

It's really cold.

Qin Huan couldn't help but shake his head, "You are really weird."

The white-robed man was not angry when he heard these words, "Is it weird? Maybe."

Looking at Qin Huan again, his eyes darkened, "Qin Huan, Wu Wu has been with you for a long time."

Qin Huan was startled, "Who are you? How do you know..."

Isn't this the man in the dream? !
Or, is it a dreamer?
"Those who are not harming you are not those who are helping you."

"How can I believe what you say?"

The white-robed man glanced at Qin Huan, "The dream is what you think in your heart, not me."

After a moment's delay, he said again, "However, you'd better not ask for these Wuwu in the future."

Qin Huan asked him, "Why?"

"You like to ask why so much, why don't you go find it yourself?"

Qin Huan rolled his eyes, "If I can find it, I still need to ask you?"

The man in white robe heard the words and smiled, "If you can't find it, then wait until you can find it."

As he said that, his eyes narrowed, "Not everyone is willing to answer the 'why'."

Qin Huan looked up at him, "What are you talking about?"

"I said, you should know."

The white-robed man spoke calmly, but Qin Huan was confused.

Staring straight at him, he asked again, "Who the hell are you?"

"I said, you go find it yourself."

The white-robed man turned around after passing a sentence, and said another sentence before leaving.

"Three Thousands of Ukiyo, if you can't find the answer, then you will never be able to defeat him."

"Who is he? Why should I fight with him?"

"You'll find out soon enough."

After finishing speaking, this person was never seen again in the barrenness.

"What a weirdo." He muttered, but he no longer felt the desolation around him.

When Qin Huan woke up, he cautiously called out "five-five" several times, but no one answered.

I asked him louder again, but still no one answered.

Suddenly I felt like crying, I was just a lonely soul.

Now it's all right, I'm really the only one left alone.

(End of this chapter)