Qin Xuan spoke slowly, just like the dragon pond in the past. Every year he asked the girl who played the piano

son.

Qin Xuan gently stroked the girl's head and dispersed the dust, revealing an almost similar face.

Although he is immature, he can see it at a glance.

"Cultivation?" The girl looked at Qin Xuan with a confused face. She intuitively felt that Qin Xuan was not a bad person.

But soon, she burst into tears. Her parents and relatives died, and she naturally couldn't hide her sadness.

Qin Xuan was not in a hurry, he was waiting for the girl to deal with her emotions.

Until the girl calmed down, Qin Xuan couldn't help but ask again.

"Cultivation, what is that?"

"It's a very difficult road. After many disasters, the gains outweigh the losses, and you may even die at any time."

Qin Xuan smiled softly and said: "But there is a benefit. You may be able to live longer and control your own destiny more."

The girl's face was still confused. She hesitated for a moment and asked: "I can't let my father, aunt..."

"cannot!"

"A dead person cannot be resurrected!" Qin Xuan responded decisively.

The girl hesitated more and more. She hugged the xylophone, which was now her only sustenance.

"Then...do you have a piano?"

"Yes!" Qin Xuan chuckled, "I can teach you."

"Okay then!" The girl blinked her big eyes and looked at Qin Xuan, a little cautious but also dependent.

She is too young and ignorant of worldly affairs.

Qin Xuan's palms trembled slightly as he looked at the girl.

This is a completely different answer than the one on Longchi Mountain.

Qin Xuan smiled, looked at the girl, and nodded gently.

"good!"
Chapter completed!