My daily life with neuropathy

Just when Feiguan and Yemo fell into the illusion together, his cousin and Zhuochen were fighting fiercely, and Guo Qi and Taoist were unable to move while maintaining the barrier, the old house moved.

Zhuochen and his cousin were separated by a wall that popped up suddenly. Guo Qi and the Taoist, who had freed up his hands, went to trap Zhuochen with the lotus, and rescue Feiguan. Qing Xingdeng who was still sitting on the ground said, "You still have a chance."

"What chance?" The little girl sat on the ground and watched all this, completely stunned.

"Well," the man in white put his fan back in his hand, he smiled slightly and said, "Naturally, it's a chance to know everything and live."

"But the ghost energy in my body has reached the eighteenth floor, you can't save me." The little girl stared blankly at her body and said.

"Why don't we take a gamble?" The man in white sat down, his eyes were on the same level as hers, and he smiled softly. "If I save you, you will give me a chance to see if I am that person?"

"..." The girl met his gaze and was stunned for a moment, "Why did you save me?"

"Well," the man in white tapped his fan in the palm of his hand, "It's better for the little girl to live happily, some things will be understood when the time comes."

"If you can save me, then I promise you." Qing Xingdeng said.

"Okay, that's it." The man in white smiled, and threw his fan into the air again, and the hazy golden light appeared again, covering the two of them. Bound in the golden light and unable to escape.

"This is..." The little girl looked at the man in white in surprise, and put her hands on him, "How are you going to save me?"

"The little girl is talented, but she went on the wrong path." The man in white smiled, "Saving you is actually very simple, just lead you to the right path."

"The right... path?" Qing Xingdeng was stunned, "But they told me that I was walking the wrong path."

"Ha, the way of righteousness and evil always only depends on people's hearts. Isn't it ridiculous to distinguish others by the type of power?" As if hearing something funny, the man in white shook his head, "This kind of theory of righteousness and evil has never It’s just an excuse for those people to excuse themselves. Everyone’s physique is different in the world, so it’s not absurd to arbitrarily determine the image of others because of something that cannot be changed?”

"But..." Qing Xingdeng bit his lip, "I wanted to kill you just now."

"Ah, ah," the man in white pretended to sigh, "Then what should I do, I've already saved you~"

"..." Qing Xingdeng looked at the man in white accusingly, "You did it on purpose."

"Hey," the man in white smiled mysteriously, "Sometimes you have to see the essence through the phenomenon~~~ Xiaoya has a flexible mind, but her experience is still inexperienced. If you feel that it is not easy to go back and do business, just play here. There will be a It’s a fun big brother to play with you~”

"Are you going to leave?" Qing Xingdeng asked a little uneasy.

"I'm no longer a person of this world," the man in white said with a smile after concluding his efforts, returning the fan to his hand, "Of course I'm done here, I'll naturally go back to where I should be."

"Can I see you again?" Qing Xingdeng asked while grabbing the hem of his clothes.

Because the man in white led her cultivation to the right path, her ghostly aura faded away, and a silver manjusawa flower faintly appeared on her forehead. The little girl's eyes were no longer dull as before, but became Lively and smart, it looks very cute.

"This is what a little girl looks like." The man in white smiled lightly and touched the girl's head. "Before I leave, there is one more thing to do."

Following his line of sight, the girl saw the lamp left on the ground.

"Father...Mom..." The girl pursed her lips and looked at the man in white again.

The man in white comprehended, pinched the formula with his fingertips, and the sound of reciting slowly sounded, and as a string of golden scriptures formed in the air, they floated towards the lamp. At the same time, a middle-aged man and woman emerged from the scriptures, They smiled at the girl, nodded, and left.

The girl resisted watching them leave, and after they left, she couldn't help but threw herself into the arms of the man in white and cried.

"..." The man in white let himself be hugged by her, and comforted her by touching her head, "It will pass."

Ahem, but the little girl who was in a sad mood started to cry...that was the hell.

The man in white, who has never had any experience in coaxing children, finally fell into an inexplicable depression.

"Well," he said helplessly, "I'm leaving..."

The girl is still crying.

"Okay, okay, you won." The man in white finally surrendered, "May I give you this fan?"

"Give it to me?" Qing Xingdeng stopped crying and said sobbingly.

"Yes, I'll give this to you." The man in white breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that she finally stopped crying, "Stay here well, they'll be back soon, good boy." He stood up after speaking.

"Where are you going?" the girl asked.

"Well," the man in white said thoughtfully, "it's natural to go to a place where there are no crying children who don't recognize anyone~"

"..." The girl looked at him silently, the corners of her mouth curled into a へ shape, silently complaining to the man in white.

"Okay, okay." Seeing this, the man in white smiled and said, "We will meet again...in the near future."

"Will it still be?" the girl asked suspiciously.

"Yes," the man in white smiled softly, "but he's a scary crying brat, so you have to be careful not to scare him away."

"I don't like to cry." Qing Xingdeng was dissatisfied, she was sitting cross-legged on the ground, at this moment she simply hugged her arms, turned her head aside in anger, and complained.

But after a long time, there was no sound from there. She was taken aback, and hurriedly turned her head, only to see that the place where the person was was was empty.

He really is gone.

No amount of acting coquettishly can't keep it, no amount of complaining can't change it, so he just left.

Qing Xingdeng grabbed the fan and bit his lip, resisting the urge to cry.

[The six kings are Bi, the four seas are one, the mountains of Shu are Wu, and Afang is out.The pressure is more than three hundred miles, and the sun is isolated.Lishan is constructed from the north and turns west, going straight to Xianyang.The two rivers melted and flowed into the palace wall.Five steps to the first floor, ten steps to a pavilion;Panpanyan, 囷囷yan, hive water vortex, I do not know tens of millions of drops.The long bridge lies on the waves, what is the cloud and the dragon?Repeating the Tao and walking in the sky, don't Ji He Hong?High and low obsessed, I don't know east and west.The song stage is warm, and the spring is melting; the dance hall is cold, and the wind and rain are miserable.Within a day, between a house, and the climate is uneven.

The concubine Qiang, the prince and grandson, resigned from the downstairs hall, the chariot came from Qin, and the court song night strings, for the palace of Qin.The star Yingying is also opening the makeup mirror; the green clouds are disturbing, and the Xiao Huan is also combing;The thunder was startled, and the palace chariot passed by; it was heard from a distance, and I didn't know where it was.One muscle and one face, full of beauty, standing farsighted, but looking lucky. 】

In such a resplendent palace, a luthier holding a qin was ushered in today.

He was wearing the most humble white clothes, with no decorations on his body, holding a piano in his arms, followed by a servant boy.

"Are you today's piano player?" asked the pale young man in the hall.

"Yes." The visitor replied in a low voice.

"Play it." The boy said lazily in a black robe.

So the luthier began to play the piano.

The sound of the piano, the sound of the strings is absolutely perfect, and it has been around the beam for seven days, shaking the ancient and modern.It seems that no matter what kind of qin music is played by that qin and those hands, it will become a different sound from outside the sky.

"You played well," said the boy, propping his chin, "but the pain on my body has not diminished at all. How do you think you will punish you?"

"I also ask the Lord to rule." The luthier said.

"Oh?" The boy knocked on the armrest intentionally or unintentionally with the other hand, and said, "What if I say, I want your life?"

The luthier remained silent, and the atmosphere on the field froze for a moment.

"Little brother, you are naughty again." At this moment, a soft sigh came from the entrance of the hall, and at the same time, a gentle and elegant young man wearing a black robe with more complicated patterns than the boy wore, holding a folding fan in his hand, left Come in, "He just got a compliment from me, but you are so embarrassed, alas, what a nonsense."

"I grew up next to my elder brother, but the number of times my elder brother praised me was very few. This person got your praise as soon as he came," said the boy dissatisfied, "I'm just not happy, so what?"

"That's it, just tell me directly, other people's lives are a joke?" the young man sighed.

"It's clear that you are the only elder brother in this palace who thinks so." The young man snorted, but still waved to the luthier impatiently, "It's alright, alright, it's none of your business."

Fei Guan watched this scene from the sidelines, feeling a bit overwhelmed.

"Beauty, do you remember those days?" He asked the umbrella spirit behind him.

"Back to the master, the memory is still fresh." Yu Meiren replied.

"Yeah, the past is like yesterday..." Feiguan sighed. "How many romantic moments..."

He has been wandering in the world for an unknown number of years, the world is not cold enough, unless he uses Soul Frost to condense his body, otherwise he can only go back and forth in the cycle of reincarnation. , was selected into the palace and became one of the many actors in the Afang Palace.

Although the luthier's life is boring, it is still relatively gentle. During the long time, accompanied by the umbrella and Liuyan, he gradually got used to this kind of life, and he simply stayed like this.Regardless of his dynasties changing, even if the country changes hands, for him, it is just another place to continue playing the piano.

He had thought about when this kind of life would come to an end, and also thought about how it might end. At this moment, he met his son Fusu.

That is to say, the first reincarnation of Jun Tianzi, who is full of soul, is also his last reincarnation.

"Who are you?" The black-robed young man with tied hair and crown stopped in front of him who knelt down to salute. In his field of vision, he could only see a pair of black boots of high quality and rare embroidery, and a pair of black boots with intricate patterns. Exquisite clothes, and a familiar voice from above.

"Qijue." He announced his name in this life.

"Oh?" The young man was stunned for a moment, and then he said, "You look like a luthier. I just want to see the snow today, so come with me."

Snow... Oh, is it snow again?

Feiguan picked up Qin, and followed the young man's footsteps under the envious eyes of his colleagues.

I would like to play a song for you, please listen to me.

"Good piano." After the song was played, the young man said, he looked at the snowflakes floating on Feiguan's shoulder, and suddenly smiled, "It seems that you have been jealous of the snow."

Snow jealous?Feiguan was taken aback.

The young man picked up the wine glass and said with a smile, "Xue is beautiful, people are more beautiful, snow is cold, and the sound of the piano is even colder. If this is the case, isn't Xue jealous?"

"...Your Highness is absurd." Feiguan saluted.

Even if I still have regrets before I leave, there will be no regrets when I can play for you again.

It's just that the weather is unpredictable--

"I once thought, if it wasn't for what happened later, when the chill in my soul gradually dissipated, and I couldn't even keep my memory in the end, would I be willing to just disappear from everyone and never care about other things, but it's a pity... ..." His eyes froze, "There is no if."

The young man helped him escape, but he didn't protect him until the end. In the end, he was killed by an imperial edict.

The last generation of strong men of the Moon Spirit Clan did not die at the hands of an evenly matched enemy, but was unexpectedly killed in such a useless and unexplained way.

How can you be willing?How can you not hate it!

At the moment when Feiguan was going to be blackened——

The illusion suddenly shattered, he woke up, he was still standing where he was before, with Guo Qi looking at him with a smile in front of him.

"You..." Feiguan frowned, and when he was about to say something, he suddenly felt Sanyu's voice ringing in his head.

That voice was different from the previous Emperor Jun, and also different from the son Fusu, but the unique voice of the head of the Feng family.

There are more than three.

Now Zhuo Chen has deprived him of his body, what does he want to say to Fei Guan?

"Shut up." Seeing that Guo Qi seemed to be about to say something, Fei Guan said.

He could only hear that faint but real voice saying a word in his mind.

"Neiguan, destroy Soul Frost!"

The author has something to say: Hey, let me tell you something, I have an exam next week, so I will ask for leave after another update, and the update will resume around the 20th