The live fortune telling is so accurate that the whole network is waiting to watch.

Sang Feiwan watched Zhang Xuexue being surrounded by more and more people, and soon a sea of ​​people formed. No matter how talented she is, she can only look back and sigh.

Yu Beiming whispered behind her: "She may not have time to eat, let's go."

Sang Feiwan said regretfully: "I forgot to tell her fortune just now, otherwise I could have given advance warning."

Yu Beiming said: "I have already informed her assistant. They have ways to deal with this kind of thing, so we don't need to worry about it."

Zhang Xuexue kept looking in the crowd, trying to find Sang Feiwan.

She looked around and saw Yu Beiming and Sang Feiwan turning away through the sea of ​​people.

Before Yu Beiming left, he glanced back and a meaningful smile appeared on his lips.

In an instant, Zhang Xuexue suddenly understood something:

"It turns out you were the one who harmed me! Yu Beiming, you are so cunning, it's a good thing that I still regard you as a good person! Woohoo... come back later!"

Yu Beiming booked a high-end Chinese restaurant with a quiet environment, unique dishes, and of course high prices.

After Sang Feiwan took his seat, he said, "I thought you would treat me to an ordinary restaurant."

Yu Beiming said: "Do you think I am so stingy that I can only afford an ordinary small restaurant?"

Sang Feiwan said: "Maybe it's because Lao Qiu is stingy."

Yu Beiming was not angry, and smiled and said: "Lao Qiu is used to saving money, so he may feel distressed. But the environment here is good and clean, and it is worth spending a little money."

He said and pointed to the floor-to-ceiling window of the private room: "There will be a fireworks show later, and it is very suitable to watch it here."

The private room is located on the fifth floor and is built next to the river, so the view is excellent.

Not long after, the fireworks show on the other side of the river started. Clusters of fireworks rushed into the night sky, exploding into brilliant displays of fire and silver.

As Sang Feiwan watched, he couldn't help but think of the grand scene when the golden fluorite exploded in the night sky in the world of immortality.

The process of cultivation is extremely boring and long. Many talented monks cannot bear the loneliness and are delayed in the mortal world, making it difficult for them to make progress in their cultivation.

For the last hundred years or so in the world of immortality, Sang Feiwan had been living alone on a peak, cultivating without any desire or desire.

But she would occasionally feel lonely, and she would always feel like something was missing in her heart, empty, and unspeakably sad.

At that time, she would throw a few golden fluorite stones to play with.

Watching the dazzling scene of golden fluorite blooming in the night sky, it seems that the emptiness deep in your heart can be filled.

But at this moment, the fireworks all over the sky were reflected in her cold eyes, which actually became a little more bright and vivid.

The usually calm state of mind also gained a hint of joy because of this.

"This worldly fireworks does have some flavor." She suddenly said.

"Can I ask, why do you want to practice the Wuqing Dao?" Yu Beiming asked cautiously, and then said hurriedly, "It's okay if it's not convenient to tell you."

"It's nothing inconvenient. You are also a cultivator, and you should know that the ruthless path can speed up your cultivation." Sang Feiwan took a sip of tea and replied quietly.

"But the ruthless way is too dehumanizing. During the process of practice, practitioners must live in isolation and not be contaminated by the seven emotions and six desires. It is simple to say, but not everyone can endure hundreds of years of loneliness. So although the world knows that the ruthless way can promote cultivation Why, but few people are willing to join this path." When Yu Beiming said it later, his tone was a little anxious.

He had seen her lively and lively appearance and knew that she liked liveliness and fireworks in the world. Therefore, I felt very sad for her subsequent change in personality.

How decisive did it take for her to give up her emotions?

"But I have still achieved the state of Dzogchen and am almost on the way to immortality. Since I want to cultivate immortality, I have to be willing to give up." Sang Feiwan took a sip of tea, his tone was indifferent to the point of being heartless.

"What about now? Are you happy?" His eyes were burning, as if he wanted to peek into her inner emotions.

"Happy?" Sang Feiwan smiled softly and looked out the window.

Outside the window, the fireworks were still in full bloom, reflected in her watery eyes, vivid but still cold.

It might not have been much different before, but after arriving in this world, her mood gradually changed.

Although those emotions were very faint, she could still feel them.

Especially during fortune-telling, the faces that appeared in the live broadcast room and their different joys and sorrows inevitably aroused Sang Feiwan's emotions, and sometimes even made her feel compassionate.

She thought that it might be that during the time-travel process, the strong airflow and power from the gap in time and space affected Tao Xin. Fortunately, it did not affect subsequent practice.

This may also be related to the fact that she now relies on the trust of fans to obtain spiritual power.

It’s just that these things cannot be explained in detail in just one or two sentences.

She only said to Yu Beiming: "I'm quite satisfied with everything right now, and there doesn't seem to be anything unhappy."

"That's good."

At this point in the conversation, Yu Beiming didn't want to go any further to avoid making Sang Feiwan suspicious, so he just asked her to eat more.

After coming out of the restaurant, the congestion on the pedestrian street caused by Zhang Xuexue has been alleviated, and there are many fewer tourists.

A cold wind blew in my face, and snow began to fall in the night sky.

At first it was sparse, but soon it turned into heavy snow.

The cold made pedestrians walk in a hurry on the road. Only Sang Feiwan and Yu Beiming walked side by side, walking slowly.

Sang Feiwan was about to hold up the barrier to prevent snowflakes from getting on him.

But I heard Yu Beiming say: "There are still some pedestrians on the road, and there are no snowflakes on them. It's not good to be seen."

Sang Feiwan thought so, anyway, even if the rain and snow wet her clothes, it would not affect her.

On a snowy night, before they knew it, a thin layer of white snow had accumulated on their heads. From a distance, they looked like a couple growing old together.

"We're here." Sang Feiwan said. With a flick of his spiritual energy, the snow and rain on his body instantly bounced away, leaving him spotless.

Yu Beiming watched silently, feeling vaguely regretful.

When he walked into the hall, the snow on his head was blown by the heater, turning into water and staining his hair.

Sang Feiwan asked him: "Why don't you use spiritual power to bounce it away?"

Yu Beiming lowered his eyes and smiled: "I forgot about it just now. Now the hall is full of people and monitoring is inconvenient. Let's deal with it when we get back to the room."

Sang Feiwan nodded.

When she arrived at the door of the room, she said to Yu Beiming: "I will leave early tomorrow morning. Let's say goodbye in advance tonight."

Yu Beiming seemed to have a lot more to say, but the only words left on his lips were: "Goodbye."

The door closed and her figure disappeared inside.

But he still stood outside the door and stared for a long time, melted snow dripping from his dark hair.

He raised his hand and caught the snow water.

He lowered his head and looked at the drop of crystal water in his palm, as if he had a glimpse of the past life between them: it was once so beautiful, but it disappeared in an instant, leaving only a cold feeling.