Above the wounded door, Jiang Huai was dyed with red color. The whole picture was divided into three levels, with the erratic flowing clouds soaked by the red sun, the cuckoos crying blood on the branches and the roses scattered all over the ground. Su Xianzhi stood in front of the wounded door with Jiang Huai and sighed: "Sir, how did you calculate that Sister Hongyun could come here and push open the wounded door?"

"How can I see it?" Jiang Huai looked at Su Xianzhi with interest.

"The red clouds fly away, the blood-crying fool, and the love flower sorrow all express your current state. You lead her into the door, and then you enter the door again. After this door, you should have the means to repair your feelings. When the door is broken, isn't it just the meaning of breaking the wounded door and making a new relationship?"

Jiang Huai sighed silently and laughed again: "Fairy Su, Fairy Su, you are really thoughtful, but this time you have thought too much. The three levels of this painting are just my temporary sadness. The flying red clouds are the wound that cannot be chased in the past, the infatuation of crying blood is the wound that cannot be returned to the hometown, and the sorrow of love flowers is the wound that cannot be seen by old friends. The three wounds are the wound that the world is confused, and no one can escape it."

Jiang Huai's words were indescribable and complicated, as if they were talking about themselves. Su Xianzhifang felt delusional and had nothing to say for a moment. The two of them pushed open the wounded door in silence.

Inside the wounded door, it was like the scene on the painting. The red clouds were everywhere in the sky. They felt magnificent for a moment, but also dazzling. After a few steps, they heard birds singing, with a clear and sad voice. Jiang Huai stopped and watched the cuckoo bird flying by not far away and said, "Let's follow it."

The bird seemed to have spirituality and always flew slowly not far away from the two of them, which made Su Xianzhi very curious: "Sir, can this bird know you?"

Jiang Huai said lightly: "It recognizes every person who enters this wounded gate. As long as you follow it, you will never be able to get through this wounded gate."

Su Xianzhi was shocked when she heard this and looked around. She saw that there were thorny roses all around her at some point, even the place she had just walked, and she couldn't help but look panicked.

But Jiang Huai continued to follow the cuckoo bird, step by step as if stepping on a special melody. Su Xianzhi finally asked again: "Sir, since we can never get out of the wounded door with it, why do we still follow it?"

Jiang Huai smiled and said, "You have already seen it. If you don't follow it, what way can you go? You can't turn back and it's hard to move around, so you can only move forward."

Su Xianzhi followed two steps, as if she had some insight, and suddenly pulled Jiang Huai: "Sir, stop for a moment." As she said that, she took out a very delicate crossbow from her sleeve and shot it at the cuckoo in the air.

As soon as the arrow flew out, the little crossbow was extraordinary. The cuckoo in the sky whined and fell straight. The moment it looked back, Su Xianzhi felt a heart hurt for no reason, which was very strange.

But before Su Xianzhi could think carefully about this emotion, a sudden change occurred in front of the two of them. The front that had not been covered suddenly appeared like a gust of tide, surrounding the two of them.

Su Xianzhi finally became completely panicked at this time. She held a small crossbow in her hand and turned her depressed gaze to Jiang Huai: "Sir, what should I do?"

Jiang Huai laughed: "Fairy Su, why not try to cut off these roses in full bloom?"

Su Xianzhi looked at him hesitantly: "Sir, this rose is so fast that you probably won't work."

"Haha, what if they burned them?"

"It is easy to get fire, but what if the fire is too big and hurts others?"

"Although you have compassion, there are always devils in your heart. Look at the fire over there that adds more beauty to the red clouds. If you don't set fire, you will have someone to set it on your own. You can't bear to hurt others, but there are always people who hurt you. What should we do?"
Chapter completed!