The Journey of Cultivation of King Juan

Chapter 392
Qin Yao specially left a phantom, not to tell her daughter about the love between herself and her husband, and then she began to tell about what she really wanted to give Yunying.

"You probably have long forgotten the characters I gave you when you were three or four years old." She held up her palms and transformed into thousands of tadpole characters.

"I don't know what these characters are. I found them on Wugui's Yaodan by chance. I happened to travel through... I used to do some research on characters, so I deciphered them one by one. I found them to be a Sets of lyrics and music, delved into them out of curiosity, and summarized their original meanings."

"At that time, it was just for fun. Later, I played the flute according to this music score. Your father said that listening to the flute sound made him feel at ease. I went back to check the music score and found that besides making music scores, it can have another explanation, that is A set of exercises for tempering spiritual consciousness and subduing inner demons. Since this exercise can calm your father's mood, it may be useful for you in the future."

"I originally wanted to translate it into words, but the project is too huge. Maybe I haven't finished half of it, and our family of three will face unexpected disasters. So I made two-handed preparations, translating half of the exercises and Keep the original text here, and teach you how to read and write those words, so that even if there are any accidents later, after you come here, you can still see the gift your mother prepared for you."

"Although I don't have an extraordinary background like your father, I can't make detailed plans for you, but I will do my best to make your next journey easier."

"Your father has always blamed himself. He's always felt guilty of loving me, guilty of bringing you into this world. There's a part of me about guilt that I've always told him firmly that's not the case. I'm not People who care about stability, I don't care what kind of secrets my husband has, I can accompany him wandering around the world, with him, as long as I love him, and he loves me, I don't care what the final result is... oh, the more you say It's more like a love brain."

Qin Yao smiled, and then became embarrassed again: "But for you, Ah Ying, I have the same guilt as your father. I don't know whether it was right or wrong to bring you into this world. I know whether the two of us can keep you. So I also blame myself, and I can't calm down your father's guilt on this point. "

Yunying shook her head, opened her mouth but couldn't make a sound.

"If you are resentful, you should. The endless troubles we have left you with cannot give you the support to deal with them."

"No..." Yunying still shook her head, uttering the word forcefully.

"I can only say these useless words brazenly as a mother. Ah Ying, no matter what you go through, don't be disappointed in tomorrow, don't be disappointed in yourself. You are the condensed love of father and mother, It is our baby, we can risk our lives to die calmly, and we can die without leaving a trace in this world, because we believe that Ah Ying will live well with the expectations of her parents and have her own unique life. "

Qin Yao gave Yunying a final smile, and the phantoms turned into characters one by one, rushing into the center of Yunying's eyebrows.

Yunying subconsciously stretched out her hand to grab it, but it was empty, so she closed her eyes to feel the spiritual consciousness exercise her mother said, and opened her eyes after a while.

Feng Jing supported her shoulders all the time, looked at her bloodshot eyes, and finally couldn't help but said: "Why don't you cry."

(End of this chapter)