The improved female villains regained their memories.

A sudden wave of sadness washed over her, and she said, "I don't want to give my life for him."

Faced with an unexpected answer, Yang Pingsheng asked, "Why?"

"Because I know him too well. He can't live without me. If I die for him, he won't live on either. So if possible, I hope he dies before me, so that I can bear the darkness of the world."

Yang Pingsheng remained silent.

He finally picked up his teacup, took a sip, and said, "But if you die for everyone in the mangrove forest, what difference will it make to Murong Xu? You will still abandon him for your own ideals, which is selfish no matter how you look at it."

Liu Yin nodded: "Yes, I was indeed very selfish..."

Holding her teacup, she said, "Pingsheng, you don't know our past. Murong Xu and I came from a large gang in the north... I'm a willful person with little ability, and it was Murong Xu who gave me courage. He has always supported and encouraged me, so..."

Before asking them, Yang Pingsheng had already investigated the background of each of them in the previous cycles. Liu Yin's words did not shake him, but instead he asked in return: "Since you know, yet you still use him with love, you are very clear about that, aren't you?"

Liu Yin nodded: "Yes."

She raised her head, looked into Yang Pingsheng's eyes, and said, "I am a selfish person, only caring about my own ideals, so I can't just care about Murong Xu. But I need him, I can't live without him, and I don't want him to leave me."

"Love is inherently selfish..."

Love is selfish; that's Liu Yin's answer.

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"You've come to the right person with this question."

After several rounds of drinks and dishes, Yang Pingsheng raised the question again. Murong Xu laughed heartily and slapped her thigh as she said this to him.

"What is love? Need I say more? It's about giving." He smacked his lips and said, "Look at the people in this world. They're all selfish. Even parents treat their children as tools to find immortality. That's not love."

"True love is about giving."

He pointed at Yang Pingsheng and said, "Although I don't know why you asked me this question, I guess you're confused about your feelings for Mo Chang right now. Hey, I don't know about your past either. If you're really confused, ask yourself honestly if you're willing to make sacrifices for Mo Chang."

Are you willing to make sacrifices for Jiang Mochang?

He had certainly made sacrifices for Jiang Mochang, but these sacrifices were not without reward; he hoped to receive Jiang Mochang's help.

So he answered, "Yes, because I need her help."

"That's a load of crap, that's called an exchange."

Murong Xu was a little drunk, and her voice was a bit louder as she said, "This is what it means to make sacrifices, like me."

"What kind of contribution are you making? Just standing on the slope all day watching other people's houses?"

"You..." Murong Xu's face turned a deep shade of liver color, tinged with embarrassment: "You saw it?"

"........"

Yang Pingsheng decided to ask from a different angle: "You think this is love? Giving to someone for no reason is foolish."

"Nonsense, that would be stupid, but Liu Yin is different!"

"Saying that will only reinforce the impression that you're stupid."

"No, she really is different."

Murong Xu spoke loudly, then suddenly her voice trailed off as she murmured to herself, "She is different."

Yang Pingsheng watched as Murong Xu downed her wine in one gulp, seemingly trying to drown her sorrows in alcohol.

He understood the other person's inferiority complex; having known all the circumstances, he saw things clearly.

But he wouldn't point it out; he simply patted him on the shoulder and said, "Perhaps you are different to Liu Yin as well."

"I know."

The answer was exactly what he expected. Yang Pingsheng raised an eyebrow: "Then why...?"

“Liu Yin has things she has to do. Her love is great, but also selfish. If I confront her, she will definitely be conflicted.” Murong Xu smiled helplessly: “Because she hopes I can die before her, but this world is not safe. She has ideals and is destined to die for them. She can’t take care of me. So being with her will only make her conflicted and worried.”

Yang Pingsheng remained silent; this was an answer he had not expected.

“She has her own things to do, and I am nothing in myself.” Murong Xu smiled. “My will and ideals are not important. For me, Liu Yin is the most important thing.”

"My existence is for her."

Yang Pingsheng frowned: "Your existence should be for your own sake."

Murong Xu smiled helplessly: "That's why I say love is about giving."

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"Hey? Brother Pingsheng, you're asking me what love is?"

Su Fengqing touched her hair with some difficulty. Seeing Yang Pingsheng's serious expression as he stopped her, she knew she couldn't not answer. So she thought for a moment and said, "Love is about doing things that you both like with the person you like."

Yang Pingsheng looked at her, remained silent for a while, and then asked, "For example?"

"Well, that depends on what you and the person you like like." Su Feng shrugged slightly. "I like a lot of things. If the person I love happens to like the things I like as well, it would be great if we did them together."

"......"

That's exactly the answer Su Fengqing gave.

So he asked, "You really enjoy body cultivation?"

"Huh? No, why are you suddenly bringing this up?" Her face flushed red, realizing that Yang Pingyi was implying something. "I... I always go to Brother Sikong's place to cultivate because I want to become stronger, I want to protect everyone, and I don't want to hold everyone back."

"Oh."

"It's true, you have to believe me!"

To avoid drawing attention, Yang Pingsheng could only try his best to soothe Su Fengqing. Once she had calmed down, he continued to ask, "What if you don't like what the person you love is doing?"

"How could I not like it? Of course I like it!"

"?"

“Brother Pingsheng, I love him, how could I not like the things he likes?”

"?"

Su Feng chuckled: "So that's what love is like. When you truly fall in love with someone, no matter what they like, you'll like it too."

Because love is irrational.

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"........"

Sikong Xuan put down the stone lock and looked at Yang Pingsheng, saying, "I thought you were going to ask me about cultivation."

Yang Pingsheng said, "Love is also a form of cultivation."

"...I don't understand this. You can ask the gang leader."

"It's nothing, I just wanted to hear your opinion."

"......"

Under the bright sun, deep in the mangrove forest, there were only the two of them.

Finally, Sikong Xuan couldn't hold back any longer and could only give Yang Pingsheng one answer: "I don't believe in this."

Yang Pingsheng asked, "Why?"

"In this world, love is useless; only strength matters."

"You want to become an immortal?"

"Not interested."

"Then why do you cultivate?"

Yang Pingsheng pointed at the stone locks and said, "Without a destiny of immortality and without anyone's guidance, all you've done is to consolidate your realm. You know this perfectly well."

"..."

Sikong Xuan remained silent, and Yang Pingsheng waited patiently.

In fact, he knew Sikong Xuan's answer, since he already knew what Sikong Xuan had been through, but if possible, he still hoped to hear Sikong Xuan tell him himself.

Finally, Sikong Xuan spoke up: "I don't know either."

For the first time, this man, as hard as stone, revealed a hint of emotion: "People always have to do something in this world. I just want to find something to do."

"The love you speak of, I have no interest in it, nor do I want to be one," Sikong Xuan said, looking at Yang Pingsheng. "That kind of thing is too abstract, too ethereal, and has no meaning whatsoever."

Yang Pingsheng asked, "What if you happen to meet him one day?"

Sikong Xuan replied, "That's meaningless."

He added, "Love itself has no meaning."

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As time flows on, Yang Pingsheng, trapped in the cycle of reincarnation in this world, patiently searches for the answer.

In the past, he and Ye Buxin were so similar that they were true confidants.

From their initial break to their struggles and mutual scheming, the two of them went through numerous separations and reunions, repeatedly attacking each other in secluded places, sometimes even unclear about their own thoughts.

Even Yang Pingsheng was the same.

If you stay in Taixu for too long, you will no longer be a human being.

Because reincarnations retain their memories, Yang Pingsheng, though he had contact with kinship, friendship, and love, was not obsessed with them.

Those, like everything else, were tools he used in his secluded place.

Therefore, love...

In each cycle of reincarnation, he looked at Jiang Mochang.

What exactly is love?

Did he actually love Jiang Mochang?

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Time: 345th time.

That time, he finally touched upon love and understood his own feelings.

He will always remember that scene: two red candles, two bowls of turbid wine, and the relentless wind, as if it were yesterday.