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Chapter 573 573: Gu Qi Extra: Qin Su¡¯s terrifying background (first update)

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    There is a saying in Tianguangye History: At the age of five hundred, you can recite the history of the divine king; at the age of six hundred, you can learn the talismans; at the age of seven hundred, you can wield a sword and travel through twelve mortal worlds; at the age of less than eight hundred, you can calculate destiny and change misfortune and blessings.

    The talisman can subdue demons, and the talisman chanted is from the Zhongling religion.

    There was candlelight in the hall, and she was chanting and drawing talismans at her desk. She was still young and could not hold the pen firmly, so the talismans were drawn crookedly.

    "Master." She put down her pen and stretched out her palm, "My disciple didn't draw well, please punish me."

    Chong Ling picked up the pen and put it back in her hand.  .  .

    "Sit tight and meditate."

    "Yes, Master."

    She sat upright.

    Chong Ling held her hand and taught her one stroke at a time.  The candlelight next to the book table reflected the figure on the ground, a pair of shadows, one large and one small, leaning on each other.

    Yu Jian is also a heavy education.

    At that time, chanting was not as good as swordsmanship, but he was quite courageous and he stood up straight on the sword.

    "Master," she looked down, "What should I do if I fall?"

    Chong Ling was making tea below: "You will learn it after you throw it a few times."

    "oh."

    Yinsong was ready to fall, but she never fell once.

    Every time she fell, Zhongling would catch her.

    The classics and history were also learned from Chong Ling.

    He has a good talent for chanting and started studying literature and reading scriptures at a young age.  She hopes that one day she can be as proficient in Buddhist rituals and astronomy as her master.

    "Chant."

    "Chant."

    She was lying on her head, still holding a scroll of scriptures in her hand, and woke up in a daze: "Master."

    "Go to bed."

    She rubbed her eyes: "I haven't finished reading the book yet."

    "Read it again tomorrow."

    Chongling put the scripture aside and carried her to Chonghua Hall. She was young and short, and she was almost weightless in his hands.

    ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? by Chong Ling¡¯s personal training. Everyone in the Panxiang Temple knows that Chong Ling values ??and loves her very much, but love is love, and she will be punished when she deserves it.

    Praise for early wisdom, rarely make mistakes, and the first time you make a mistake, it is a big mistake.  She was not yet 800 years old at that time, and she could already tell fortunes.  She calculated that there would be a plague in this mortal world, and for her it was just a matter of moving her fingers, so she moved her fingers.

    She was given a heavy zero punishment and spent eighty-one years in Xuannv Peak.

    After the term expired, Chong Ling went to Xuannv Peak to pick her up: "Do you know you were wrong?"

    A thick layer of ice formed behind her: "I know."

    Birth, aging, illness and death are the laws of the world. What all living beings need is endless life, not compassion.

    Chanting is not merciful, but Chong Ling hasn¡¯t learned this yet.

    He stretched out his hand: "Let's go."

    Chan held his hand and walked in the snow. There were two rows of footprints on the ground, one big and one small.

    Her voice was still childish: "Master, are you here specially to pick up your disciple?"

    "No, I'm going here."

    Xuannv Peak is at the northernmost point, so you don¡¯t have to pass through this place to go anywhere.

    A few years passed in the blink of an eye.

    "The Buddha said that people have eight sufferings: birth, old age, illness, death, resentment and hatred, love and separation, and not being able to seek. I have never been to the mortal world, and I have never experienced the eight sufferings in this world." The girl asked the white-haired man next to her,  "Master, can I pass by?"

    He shook his head.

    "Master, which suffering is the most painful?"

    He replied: "Resentment is the most painful."

    At that time, Qisang resented him, thinking that he had forced Rong Li away.  Later he realized that the most painful thing is not being able to love.

    *****

    Qin Su said he would leave this week, but did not specify a specific day.

    On Monday night, he came to this world in April.

    Zhou Mo handed him a glass of blue wine: "She's not here. I don't know if she will come today."

    He was talking about Song Zhi. Song Zhi usually came very early, but today it was almost nine o'clock and there was no one there yet.

    Qin Su shook the wine in his glass: "Did I ask her?"

    Zhou Mo consciously shut up.

    At this time, a woman in sexy clothes sat at the bar and put her chin on her hand to get a beautiful manicure.

    "Handsome guy, can you give me your WeChat ID?"

    Qin Su Yuguang didn¡¯t give one.

    It seems that he treats Song Zhi well, and Zhou Mo is quite pleased.

    The woman hasn¡¯t given up yet, her desire to pursue beauty is clearly visible on her face.

      "Isn't this Qin Su?" Another man came: "Fang Miao, do you care if he wants WeChat? You are very courageous."

    The woman raised her eyebrows, waiting for his next words.

    "Do you know who his father is?"

    Zhou Mo warned: "Qian Liang!"

    Qian Liang, Zhou Mo, and Qin Su once studied in Licheng No. 1 Middle School.

    Qian Liang knew a lot about Qin Su¡¯s family background. He looked like he was watching a good show and deliberately let it slip: ¡°I will scare you to death if I say his father¡¯s name.¡±

    The wind chime at the door rang, and it was Song Zhi who pushed the door open and came in.

    Qin Su ignored the man and woman and went on stage with his guitar. It was not yet nine o'clock, and he, who was always punctual, left for three minutes in the morning.

    He sang "Nanshan" today

    Song Zhi didn¡¯t talk to him today, and she stayed far away from him when she followed him home. She could tell that he was in a very bad mood.  He did not hide the gloom and coldness in his eyes at all. He was very depressed, and the air pressure around him was gloomy, sending out a signal to keep strangers away.

    "Qin Su."

    He ignored it, entered the house, and closed the door.

    Song Zhi stayed outside his house for a long time before returning to the hotel.

    On Tuesday, Qin Su would not go to April in the human world. Song Zhi went to his house and waited outside without knocking.

    He probably didn¡¯t like to go out very much. He didn¡¯t come out all day until evening.  As soon as he opened the door, he saw Song Zhi sitting at the door.

    "What are you doing sitting here?"

    She stood up, her legs were too numb, and held on to the other half of the door that was not open: "Waiting for you."

    Qin Su came out and closed the door: "Are you very free?"

    She shook her head: "Very busy."

    He didn¡¯t wait for her either.

    She limped behind, her legs unable to use up the strength, and it was a bit difficult: "I'm going to the ancient capital of Xuna to film a movie during the day tomorrow. I don't know if I can make it back in time at night."

    Qin Su walked to the corner and stopped.

    "Don't follow me, there are many people ahead."

    She really doesn¡¯t think she is a public figure. The alley is full of locals, and they may not pay much attention to celebrities. But when you exit the alley, you will find Licheng Ancient Street. There are many tourists from all over the world. Now it is lunch time, and the streets are crowded with people.

    Song Zhi's only self-consciousness was that she was wearing a mask. The knitted hat on her head looked like it was newly bought on the roadside. There was a garland on the hat. She took out a small notebook from her bag and handed it to Qin Su: "I can think of  It¡¯s all written down.¡±

    It contains all her information, she even wrote down her bank card number.

    ¡°Can I change these to your phone number?¡±

    Qin Su didn¡¯t answer, and stared at her, as if he wanted to see through her: ¡°What¡¯s the reason?¡±

    "What reason?"

    "Why are you so persistent?" His eyes were unfriendly, guarded and scrutinized, "You don't even know who I am, what I do, and what kind of person I am. What do you like about me? This face? Or my piano playing skills.  ?A singing voice?¡±

    Song Zhi couldn¡¯t answer.

    The appearance is different, and the personality is not exactly the same, but there is a shadow of Gu Qi in him.

    What should she say?  What could she say?

    Qin Su didn¡¯t wait for her to think of a reason: ¡°Don¡¯t get too close to me, it won¡¯t do you any good.¡±

    He turned around and walked away, leaving only the book with him.

    On Wednesday morning, Song Zhi went to the ancient capital of Sana and rushed back to Licheng very late. It was only at 9:20 that she entered the world of April.

    Qin Su is not here, and a female singer is singing a love song on the stage.

    Song Zhi asked Zhou Mo: "Has Qin Su left already?"

    "He didn't come tonight."

    "Why didn't you come?"

    "It seems that we went hiking in Tanshan at night." Zhou Mo also asked casually, but he didn't know the details. Qin Su didn't talk too much to others.

    Qin Su was not here, so Song Zhi went back to the hotel without listening to a single song.

    At one o'clock in the morning, it suddenly rained outside without any warning. Thunderstorms in the ancient city are always particularly disturbing. The indigenous residents believe in a rumor that thunderstorms are God's anger.

    Song Zhi lost her sleep after being awakened by the thunder. When she closed her eyes, she couldn't help but think wildly. The rapid sound of rain hitting the glass outside the window made her feel flustered and confused.

    She got up, turned on the light, and went to wake Pei Shuangshuang.

    "Both."

    Pei Shuangshuang lived in the same room with her and opened his eyes in confusion: "Huh?"

    "It's thundering outside."

    Not only thunder, but also lightning.

    Pei Shuangshuang subconsciously rolled up the quilt tightly: "What's wrong with the thunder?"

    Song Zhi said: "I'm not worried. Go and ask for me to see if Qin Su is back."

    Pei Shuangshuang really wanted her to take her thoughts back, but seeing the worry on her face, she couldn't bear to say anything.

    Song Zhi was sincerely moved, but why was this feeling mixed with a sense of urgency, sadness and desolation.  This was something Pei Shuangshuang couldn't figure out.

    Pei Shuangshuang went to ask Zhou Mo, and Zhou Mo said that Qin Su's phone number could not be reached.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com)What happened to Lei?  "

    Song Zhi said: "I'm not worried. Go and ask for me to see if Qin Su is back."

    Pei Shuangshuang really wanted her to take her thoughts back, but seeing the worry on her face, she couldn't bear to say anything.

    Song Zhi was sincerely moved, but why was this feeling mixed with a sense of urgency, sadness and desolation.  This was something Pei Shuangshuang couldn't figure out.

    Pei Shuangshuang went to ask Zhou Mo, and Zhou Mo said that Qin Su's phone number could not be reached.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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