Palace!

The woman watched Yi Qianmo break through the darkness, and her eyebrows were filled with a happy smile: "It is worthy of being the one I value. He really has no talent, but he is very insightful!"

The middle-aged monk next to him was puzzled and asked, "How did he break the darkness around him?"

"In one thought!"

The woman said calmly.

"In a moment, where did he get this ability?"

The middle-aged monk was even more puzzled.

"So, you don't have his comprehension."

The woman said.

"Can Your Highness be specific?"

The middle-aged man asked.

"If I tell you, you will only know the truth in this life, but not the reason!"

The woman said.

The middle-aged monk was stunned. He remembered the woman's words just now. She didn't help Yi Qianmo because of this.

But after thinking carefully, he probably wouldn't have the understanding of Yi Qianmo in his life, so he bowed and asked, "It's fine to know the reason, but not the reason!"

The woman sighed and said, "Looking at the hall, does this void, this light exist?"

"Existence, it's true!"

After the middle-aged monk finished speaking, he quickly resigned and felt that it was impossible to be so simple. "When you think about it carefully, all this is your transformation, and it actually does not exist?"

The woman smiled and said, "The truth is that if you think there is, he will exist; if you think there is no, he will not exist!"

When the middle-aged monk heard this, he suddenly realized!

He finally understood why Yi Qianmo's cultivation was able to see through the darkness around him, but he was still puzzled: "He has the strength to see through the darkness?"

The woman smiled: "If you continue, you will not just be unaware of your understanding, but stupid!"

The middle-aged monk no longer asked because he knew that if a woman told him about the next realm, he would have to stay in this realm forever in this life.

He recalled Yi Qianmo's performance just now, thought about it carefully, and suddenly understood, and said, "There is no darkness or light in this world, everything is just the appearance of sentient beings, right?"

The woman still didn't answer.

But at this moment, the middle-aged man understood: "I am also in love. He is indeed powerful and can actually see through this image!"

"Maybe he has no talent, but his future path will be farther than all sentient beings in these three thousand worlds, even more than Yi Haoran!"

The woman said, "The truth in this world is so simple, helpless. There are always people trapped in their hearts and it is difficult to break free. If you say a thousand words and ten thousand words, the answer is a change of thought!"

The middle-aged monk smiled bitterly. Even though he followed the Emperor's side, he was still obsessed with him, let alone the countless sentient beings in this world.

At the foot of Wuliang Mountain!

Yi Qianmo stood still!

Instead of going up the mountain, he stood still, standing at the foot of the mountain, looking at Yi Haoran on the top of the mountain, as if waiting for something.

"Why don't you come up?"

Yi Haoran asked.

"Since it is an infinite mountain, even if I try my best to climb the mountain, I still cannot reach the end of my heart."

Yi Qianmo said.

"Hahaha……"

Yi Haoran's hearty laughter echoed in the mountains, "I had imagined countless results, but today's results are the only result that is different from what I expected."

"Don't you climb a mountain?" Yi Qianmo asked.

"There is such a mountain in the hearts of the world, but you don't!" Yi Haoran said, "I am very satisfied with your answer."

"No, I have it in my heart!"

Yi Qianmo said seriously.

"Oh?" Yi Haoran asked, "What kind of mountain is it?"

"It's not the mountain in front of you."

Yi Qianmo said.

Yi Haoran frowned and understood what he meant. In a second thought, he had appeared in front of Yi Haoran.

The mountain also disappeared.

In front of him, there was a game of chess. Yi Haoran asked him to sit down and said, "Go with me?"

"I won't!"

Yi Qianmo said.

Yi Haoran didn't expect him to be so straightforward and said, "Then you can just leave a single child."

Yi Qianmo was stunned for a moment, sat down and looked at him without even looking at him. He grabbed the chess pieces in the chess bowl and found a place to put them down.

Yi Haoran frowned again and said, "Didn't Miaoge teach you how to play chess?"

"She wants to teach, but I don't want to learn." Yi Qianmo said.

"What a bad chess!"

Yi Haoran said irritably.

"I didn't learn it, so it shouldn't be considered a bad chess game." Yi Qianmo said.

Yi Haoran didn't say anything. After Yi Qianmo left a son, Bai Zi, who had room for maneuver, lost everything in an instant.

Yi Haoran, who was swept up, sighed: "You can't play chess, so you have to order something, right?"

"I……"

Yi Qianmo thought about it carefully, "It seems like I can't even know how to use piano, chess, calligraphy and painting."

"Which of the three hundred Tang poems do you like the most?"

Yi Haoran suddenly asked.

“No favorite!”

Yi Qianmo said.

"You are so ordinary!" Yi Haoran had no choice but to do anything about him, "What if you had to choose one?"

"That's definitely not from the 300-liter Tang poems!"

Yi Qianmo said.

"Come and listen?" Yi Haoran asked.

"I saw that the green mountains were so charming, and I expected that the green mountains would be like this."

Yi Qianmo's calm thoughts.

"oh!"

Yi Haoran fell into deep thought. After a moment, he looked at him with a little strange look, "So this is the mountain in your heart!"

"Is there any problem?"

Yi Qianmo asked.

"Are you in a hurry?" Yi Haoran asked.

"It's quite rushing." Yi Qianmo said.

"Do you know how many people in this world want to talk to me but can't ask for it?"

Yi Haoran said.

"It should be a lot, but I'm definitely not one of them." Yi Qianmo said, "To tell the truth, I'm in a hurry. If you don't have any inheritance to me, please send me out quickly."

“…” Yi Haoran.

"Hahaha……"

In the palace, when the woman heard this, she laughed so hard that her flowers were trembling.

The middle-aged monk next to him was puzzled and said, "Your Highness, is this world real?"

"What do you think?" the woman asked back.

"I think it's illusory!" said the middle-aged man, "He is still in his own mirror!"

"From the beginning of his failure to climb the mountain, he walked out of the country. The world in front of him is real!"

The woman said.
To be continued...