Wu Ti's voice struck his heart like a bell, bringing some clarity to his originally chaotic mind.

He took the opportunity to close his eyes and began to meditate following the Qingxin Jue.

As the Qingxin Jue became clearer and clearer in his mind, the delusions in his mind slowly dissipated and his heart calmed down.

When he opened his eyes again, the ancient house in front of him reappeared in front of him. It was still so elegant, and the morning dew outside the window was dripping from the window lattice and silently dripping on the ancient table.

On the stage, there were several apricot blossoms, accompanied by the thick scent of sandalwood, filling the room.

He slowly stood up and came to the front of the guqin.

Looking at the guqin, he was filled with emotion. He unconsciously touched the guqin with his hand, and the scene of Su Mengjing stroking the qin replayed in his mind.

Next to the guqin is an offering table, with a memorial tablet placed on it and covered with a white curtain.

A gust of wind blew in, blowing up the white curtain, revealing the words on the tablet: "Su Mengjing's tablet!"

Su Mengjing...is actually dead!

Two clear tears shed from the corners of his eyes.

It turns out that the person I have never forgotten in my heart is no longer in this world.

He was filled with grief and tears streaked down his face.

"Su Mengjing, since I can never forget you, I believe we will meet again eventually!"

Reluctantly, he glanced at the ancient house where Su Mengjing had stayed before leaving calmly.

In the ancient house, the white gauze lifted by the wind slowly fell down and covered the memorial tablet again.

After Lu Yifan walked out of the ancient house, he looked at the distant sky, feeling confused.

From his eyes, there was full expression of reluctance to part with Su Mengjing's lovely, pure, simple, kind, and intelligent soul; nor to part with Su Mengjing's tender, thoughtful, and considerate soul; and even more reluctant to leave Su Mengjing alone.

People accompany you for a long time.

I don’t know how many lives and deaths and fireworks I have experienced, how much love and passion I have overdrawn, and how much desolation and loneliness I have spent in exchange for such an encounter and happiness.

At this time, Wu Ti’s voice sounded in the air again:

"My child, everything you see comes from your inner demons. It is only because you did not get rid of your inner obsessions before you became an immortal, so you allowed your inner demons to breed. If you don't get rid of your inner demons, no matter how hard you try, you will never get rid of your inner demons.

You will never be able to find peace in your heart, because the devil's roots are buried deep in your heart."

Lu Yifan clasped his palms together, knelt on the ground, and asked piously: "How should I get rid of the demon roots in my heart! Please teach me, Master!"

"What was your common name before you became an immortal?"

"Yong Buli!"

"Who are you, Su Mengjing?"

"He is Yong Buli's favorite person, but after his disciple became an immortal, he had already given up on worldly love!"

"Then why do you still dream about her?"

dream?

What do you dream about?

Didn’t you just see it?

He was about to ask again!

Sudden!

There is smoke all around!

A gust of wind came.
Chapter completed!