Xiao Yan's question seemed to evoke memories that made the residual souls in the Guzheng painful and confused. The Guzheng immediately trembled, and a stream of black air kept popping out of the zither body, and his voice became hoarse: "For the years, I have been waiting for ten thousand years in this dark palace, but no one has ever come to resolve my confusion. How can I be free from grievances? Today, I finally waited for a person who activated my soul mark, but a low-level Dou Emperor like you, who has a low-level cultivation. Why should I solve my doubts for me?"

A series of questions obviously opened the gate of painful memories of the residual soul in the Guzheng, and the black gas of the Guzheng became thicker. Countless crimson blood appeared out of thin air on the zither, which was shockingly red. Almost all the sounds heard from inside changed tone: "I know, you are just struggling to death, but it is useless. What's the point of doing it even though you know you can't do it? You're just wasting each other's time."

"Or, you'd better die." It seemed that I felt that I had said enough today. The remnant soul in the Guzheng began to become impatient. The Guzheng's white jade-like torso was covered with cracks, and it seemed that it would collapse at any time. Then I carried the power of thunder to Xiao Yan, wanting to see if this low-level Dou Emperor could really solve his doubts for him or deliberately delay time.

If Xiao Yan's will is not firm enough and his face is scared, then the remnant soul in the Guzheng will definitely think that Xiao Yan cannot find the answer for his confusion, and this power of thunder will make Xiao Yan die and disappear.

"No wonder the resentment and anger of the remnant soul in the Guzheng is so great. I waited for hundreds of thousands of years, waiting for someone to solve his doubts, but no one has ever activated his soul mark. Today I activated his soul mark, and he thought that his strength was too low and did not believe that he could solve his doubts... This... should I say I am lucky or unlucky?" Xiao Yan shook his head and smiled bitterly, facing the Guzheng Fengqingyun, which was pressed down on the dark clouds, said indifferently, "If you don't try, why do you decide that I can't solve your confusion? Not giving me a chance is equivalent to cutting off your own chance. Could it be that senior, you still want to wait in this endless darkness?"

When Xiao Yan's last word fell, the downward force of the Guzheng stopped abruptly at the top of Xiao Yan's head. As soon as the Guzheng stopped, all the wind and waves ended, everything seemed to solidify at this moment.

Xiao Yan felt the chill that was parked above his head, knowing that his words had worked, but he did not dare to act rashly, for fear that this madman-like soul would go crazy again after any stimulation.

Seeing that Xiao Yan passed his own test, the sound of the residual soul in the Guzheng became slightly gentle: "I am still striking when I die. Boy, you have a good heart. OK, then I will give you a chance."

"Senior, please tell me." Xiao Yan was so energetic that he suddenly saw a trace of light in the darkness.

"This starts from many, many years ago." The remnant soul in the Guzheng fell into the long river of memories, with a loneliness in his tone. "I was not outstanding at the time. On the Doudi Continent, it was just a piece of sand in the vast desert, and it was the smallest and most inconspicuous one. Almost no one in the clan was willing to date me, which made me feel very inferior."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yan was stunned. He did not expect that the Doudi, who was standing at the top, was so unknown back then. However, it was not difficult to hear from the sound of the residual soul in the Guzheng that his emotions had begun to ease, but his tone was full of sadness.

"Because I am naturally fond of music, my weapons are not very common swords, hammers, but extremely erratic Guzheng. At that time, everyone advised me to change my weapons because there were very few fighting skills in Guzheng, and it could be said that there were almost no ones, and everything had to be explored by myself."

"If I were a stunning person, even if I was a stubborn person, I could make a world of things myself. But in the eyes of everyone, I was not outstanding. Using such a stubborn weapon would be equivalent to burying myself in the sea of ​​people and seeing almost no hope. So those people became more distant from me, and I became more withdrawn and accompanied by sadness all day long."

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"Senior, why don't you obey their opinions and practice other weapons instead?" Xiao Yan couldn't help asking.

Doudi, who uses musical weapons, is as rare as a phoenix on Doudi Continent. The difficulty of this road is probably no easier than creating a sect.

"If it were you, what would you choose when you stepped on the road that others wanted you to walk on against your will?" The remnant soul in the Guzheng asked without answering a question.

"Host." Xiao Yan answered almost without thinking, so fast that he was a little surprised, but Xiao Yan was never a person who went against his will. He continued, "If you can't live for what you love, even if you achieve something, you may be very limited."

The remnant soul in the Guzheng looked at Xiao Yan's eyes, and a hint of relief from finding a fellow man in his voice: "Isn't that all? However, I struggled for a long time before I insisted on my choice. You are better than me in this regard."

Xiao Yan smiled embarrassedly, looked at the Guzheng in front of him, thinking about the hardships and sweat that the senior who had persevered and finally stood at the top of the mountain had put in for it, and a feeling of admiration rose in his heart.

"What happened later? Did you become the peak emperor and empress, who began to take off your anger at the neglect of you before the tribe members, but also took into account the clan's love and bloodline and could not vent your resentment in your heart, so she was very conflicted about how to deal with the relationship with the tribe members in the future?" Xiao Yan raised his eyebrows quietly and guessed with some sympathy, thinking that this senior had a somewhat capricious temperament, and he was very likely to be unable to think about it because of this.

The remnant soul in the Guzheng was silent for a while before continuing, "There are indeed some. But blood is connected, and not to mention that if it were not for their contempt, I would not work hard. It can be said that there is also their contribution behind my achievements. How could I be resentful because of such a thing?"

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! "Then?" Xiao Yan was a little blushed by his thoughts of judging a gentleman's ambition with a villain's heart. He touched his nose awkwardly, and could not guess what could confuse this senior for hundreds of thousands of years.

"Do you want to take some pills first?" Without answering Xiao Yan's question, the remnant soul in the Guzheng suddenly said something unrelated to each other.

"Ah? Is this meaningful?" Xiao Yan was stunned for a moment, spitting out blood foam constantly, and said with a wry smile, "I can't answer your question in a while, but the result is still the same?"

"Are you going to let me go?" But soon Xiao Yan seemed to think of something, his eyes twitched rapidly, and asked as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw.

"You think beautifully, the rules cannot change." The remnant soul in the Guzheng said calmly, and his tone was very calm, instantly eliminating Xiao Yan's hope. "I just like you, afraid that you will not be able to hold on until you finish listening to my story. Whether to take pills or not is a big difference for you. One is that you might die now, and the other is that you will die later. You can do it yourself."

Until now, the remnant soul in the Guzheng did not believe that Xiao Yan could solve his confusion. After all, to him, Xiao Yan was like a child, and his strength was low. What could he know? Rather than giving Xiao Yan a chance, it was more appropriate to find a listener because he was lonely for too long and too long. If Xiao Yan died now, I don’t know how many years he would have to wait before he could see a figure.

Xiao Yan shook his head with regret, and also understood this meaning. He rolled his eyes, grabbed a handful of pills and stuffed them into his mouth and chewed them a few times, and swallowed them randomly.

"The boy has some ability." Feeling Xiao Yan's breath of rapid recovery and tending to stabilize, the remnant soul in the Guzheng felt a little surprised and continued to speak.

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"Just when I felt that life was dark and hopeless and even had the idea of ​​suicide, I met someone during my experience going out."

"A person who changed my life, gave me hope but gave me endless confusion."

The Guzheng's emotions began to be a little excited, but soon calmed down under the pressure of force.

Xiao Yan knew that the focus of the story was coming. If he could not grasp the key, his life would be completely put here today, so he quickly pricked up his ears and didn't even dare to blink his eyes.

"That was a real genius, talented and created the advanced fighting skills of the Guzheng. In my opinion, in terms of musical attainments and fighting skills in tune, this person deserves to be the number one master of the Doudi Continent, and he is enough to be proud of the world."

When talking about this person, the fanatical worship of the remnant soul in the Guzheng was fully revealed, but Xiao Yan keenly discovered that the remnant soul in the Guzheng also had a strong attachment to the genius senior in the Guzheng.

"Is it because he is the same-sex person?" Xiao Yan muttered in his heart. If this is true, in this Doudi Continent, where the concept of men and women is extremely traditional, it may be a tragic love-sacrificing drama.

"Can the knot come from this?" Xiao Yan looked at the Guzheng with a strange look.

The remnant soul in the Guzheng did not notice that Xiao Yan was thinking randomly. He continued to say with deep remembrance in his tone: "He is also a person with tortuous fate, just like me. He has been frustrated in his childhood, and his wife and children died after adulthood, and no disciples have fulfilled filial piety. Maybe he saw his shadow in me that year, and he came to me and said he wanted to teach me skills."

Seeing my shadow back then? It should be that you, the only alternative guy who searched throughout the Doudi Continent, used the Guzheng as a weapon. If you don’t accept it as an apprentice, where can you find an apprentice? Xiao Yan complained in his heart.
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