Chapter 1532: Moths Fighting Fire (2nd more monthly ticket)

The green grass is shaded and the breeze is slow.
A slightly rickety figure walked forward quietly.
Qin Xuan's pace was not fast, and he walked forward quietly.
Aside, Tu Xian did not say a word, and followed closely behind.
Qin Xuan's pace is faster, she is the same, and Qin Xuan's pace is slower, so is her.
Occasionally, Qin Xuan paused and looked ahead quietly, and she stopped.
After nearly thirty miles, Qin Xuan said lightly, "You shouldn't have come!"
Tu Xian looked ahead and raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "The sky is big and the earth is big, it's all your Qin Changqing's failure?"
Qin Xuan never spoke again, but felt that it was never necessary.
In this monster blood continent, I walked for almost a whole day, before a big river, a mighty river rumbling.
Qin Xuan was getting older, and fine wrinkles appeared in the corners of his eyes, which seemed to be an old year old.
Qin Xuan looked at the Qinghe, took a leaf with a big face, and gently swept across the river.
A handful of clear water in the leaves reflected Qin Xuan's own face.
Qin Xuan smiled lightly, there was no pain or sorrow in his eyes, and then he drank the handful of clear water.
Sitting quietly on the ground, watching the rumbling river, watching the sunset in the distance.
Sitting quietly in the evening, the shadow gradually grew longer, and no one knew what he was thinking.
Tu Xian stood quietly by the side, without making a sound.
Qin Xuan sat quietly all night. In the early morning of the next day, he crossed the river and walked forward again.
It was almost three days, and Qin Xuan's appearance was more like three years old.
But he never said a word, alone in this world, silent like a rock, like a piece of rotten wood.
Even if it is a stubborn stone, the wind will make a sound, even if it is rotten wood, it will be wet with rain.
But Qin Xuan didn't. The wind passed through his body, his clothes didn't move, and his hair was raining, not wet.
It seems that he is like a passerby in this world, and he has gone through this world, and it seems that he has never been here.
Until the early morning of the fourth day, Qin Xuan got up on a hill, almost forty-year-old appearance, and still remained calm.
Tu Xian finally couldn't help but speak, she looked at Qin Xuan, "Have you always been like this?"
In Qin Xuan's body, she seemed to have seen endless loneliness in the past three days.
This kind of loneliness made Tu Xiandu faintly surprised.
"So what?" Qin Xuan's voice was also somewhat magnetic, and said lightly.
"Lonely? Calm? Or... Habit?" Tu Xian slowly said: "Everything in the world doesn't come into your heart. The scenery of the past is hard to come into your eyes."
"You are weird, like an old man, with a dull mood."
"I didn't notice it before!" Tu Xian frowned slightly.
"It's all in my heart, and it's in my eyes." Qin Xuan said lightly: "It's just that I don't like drama and laugh at the world, so I just want to ask what is right or wrong."
His answer made Tu Xian wrinkle even more, and the two fell silent again.
Ten days later, Qin Xuan was in a mountain forest, the sky was shining brightly, and the bonfire curled up.
Qin Xuan watched the bonfire, and some mosquitoes plunged into the fire and set themselves on fire, eventually becoming part of the bonfire.
Tu Xian's brows were still frowning, she looked at Qin Xuan, her eyes were blank, puzzled, and curious.
Once, it was him who was arrogant in white clothes, sword-cutting three thousand monsters.
Once, he was the one who fought with heavy load, the demon of the imperial capital war outside.
Once, it was him who shocked the world with anger, three strokes shook the king.
Now, this white robe is decayed, without changing his face, he has traveled hundreds of miles in this world alone, and he is alone in the world without asking for world affairs.
She only felt that Qin Xuan was too mysterious, even if it was the reincarnation of the banished immortal, it might not be so.
Immortal, not as mysterious as sentient beings imagined, as the saint of Tongtian Demon Mountain, Tuxian didn't know all about immortals.
Even in the long years of cultivation in the realm of cultivation, it is not uncommon to have banished immortals.
But Qin Xuan is not like a fairy.
"You intend to go through this life-breaking robbery like this? If the life-breaking robbery continues, you will keep going?" Tu Xian looked at Qin Xuan and said for the third time.
Qin Xuan quietly picked up a dead branch and dropped it into the bonfire.
"perhaps!"
He spit out two words faintly, watching the bonfire burning.
"What's the point for you to go on like this?" Tu Xian's brow furrowed tighter. "If I were you, I might as well stay in one place and get through this death."
Qin Xuan smiled softly when he heard the words, he quietly looked at the bonfire, the fire shining brightly.
"How do you know that this doesn't make sense to me, it's just that it doesn't make sense in your eyes." Qin Xuan's voice lightly filled the night.
In his previous life, he was getting stronger, and the Eternal Azure Emperor, behind this Wushuang, he couldn't breathe for a moment.
In this life, the same is true, every step is extremely difficult.
But this is the most ordinary, the most ordinary, walking in this world, drifting with the crowd, in his life, Qin Changqing, is it right, even in his past and present, how many times?
Tu Xian was silent, she looked at Qin Xuan, "Are you enjoying it?"
She finally found something, her frowning brow gradually eased.
Qin Xuan never answered, instead he said: "Look!"
He picked up a dead branch and pointed at a moth that shook its wings in the distance.
"These are already two moths, the first one has been reduced to ashes!"
"Tu Xian, what do you think of this moth?"
He turned his head slightly, the wrinkles in the corners of his eyes were clear under the firelight.
Tu Xian glanced at the moth that was approaching, "Moths have a way to fight the fire. Just as you said, in my eyes, what you did makes me puzzled, but for you, it is It's another matter."
"In my eyes, moths are stupid to fight fires, but you and I are not moths. How can I know that it is not willing."
The moth fell in the flame, and the flame burned its wings. Gradually, the moth turned into a small fire and fell into the campfire.
"How do you know that you and I are not moths?" Qin Xuan smiled softly, "You and I both ask for something. For this, I have to work hard, even if the front may burn to death, I will not hesitate."
"Tu Xian, many things in this world are like this bonfire, and you and me may be this fire-fighting moth."
"Sometimes, you have to give up before you die!"
Qin Xuan said softly, the third moth in the distance seemed to be attracted by the firelight and flew over.
"If the moth can give up the greed of fire, then it won't die!"
"And I, if I want this moth not to die, I can only send it to a place where I can't see this flame."
Qin Xuan tapped his finger lightly, and the moth disappeared, and the moth emerged from the sky hundreds of miles away.
Before the bonfire, Qin Xuan looked lightly.
"Are you warning me?"
Tu Xian frowned, and immediately, her lips curled up and she smiled lightly.
"If there is no greed, why is it a devil?"
"If I am a moth, even if I die by burning my body, how can I compare it to decay in the dark!?"
Suddenly a little bit in Tu Xian's hand, the flame on the bonfire turned into a ball and appeared in front of her.
"If the moth is me, then this bonfire, even if it disperses, will live forever in my memory."
Tu Xian returned the bonfire to the distance and hugged his knees and smiled.
"What about the moth? It doesn't ask for the vast sky, or the bright sunshine, but for the bright light of this cluster of bonfires, even if it burns to death without groaning at all."
Qin Xuan quietly sighed.
"But if this bonfire is sentimental, how can you be willing to see this moth die because of its own glory."
Qin Xuan said no more, he looked at the bonfire and was silent again.