Regarding the question of whether one thousand lives are enough to beat Honkai Impact 3rd.

According to the old man, if you want to visit his house again in the future, you can just take this wooden boat, which will be much easier to travel than those winding roads.

But Su Qing'an could understand the longing and reasons behind the old man's words.

They talked a lot these past few days, and the old man's casual words were filled with precious memories that would occasionally come to mind at night.

Compared to the various fabricated stories about Kassel College told by Fu Hua, Chen Junxuan's words naturally seemed much more sincere.

The elderly do not need to lie.

In fact, if it weren't for not wanting to worry the old man, Su Qing'an wouldn't have liked to make up stories about things that didn't even exist.

This is perhaps Su Qing'an's most immature and cowardly aspect: he doesn't want people to worry, especially those he's close to.

Whether it was Himeko Murata or Chen Junxuan, the boy, who disliked lying, chose to respond with lies.

It's like a stubborn child trying to hide their wounds from their parents. In this child's mind, they don't want anyone to worry, so even if it means enduring a lot of pain, they will choose to continue to act tough.

Until the day when his wounds bleed profusely and can no longer be concealed, he will continue to smile and say that he is fine.

He's like an idiot.

Su Qing'an picked up the oar and started rowing the boat.

Rowing is physically demanding, but it's nothing to him.

"Many years ago, the teacher and his wife often used this boat for sightseeing, and of course, they also used it for some daily tasks."

Fu Hua had recovered from her rare moment of emotional distress; this situation was now considered unbelievable by her.

But at this moment, she listened quietly to the boy's words and looked at the ancient bridge in the distance on the lake, paying no attention to these seemingly bizarre changes in her mood.

She said:

"Like buying groceries?"

Su Qing'an nodded:

"Yes, using this to buy groceries must have been quite convenient back then, right?"

“In a water town like this, boats are more convenient than bicycles.”

Fu Hua smiled but didn't say anything.

Every time she smiled, Su Qing'an would look at her with extra care. Her eyebrows and eyes were always extremely gentle when she smiled, and the original coldness was dispelled by the curve of her lips, turning into a different kind of beauty.

Su Qing'an continued:

"Hua, where do we go next?"

The girl sat in the swaying wooden boat, her slender white fingertips creating ripples on the lake's surface. Her gaze drifted to the distant sky. After a moment's thought, she whispered:

"Let's go to Mount Taixu."

"Go to my house."

Su Qing'an looked at her somewhat dazed expression as she spoke, her mind heavy.

For her, does home still exist in this world?

Even in their first meeting 55,000 years before the reboot, the girl named Fu Hua had already lost her home.

The girl said many, many things to herself during those days.

She said her family ran a martial arts school, and her father was originally a stubborn old man who was always proud of the family's martial arts school.

When she was a child, that man would laugh and tell her that he would hand over the martial arts school to her to inherit in the future.

But later, her father, whose health was deteriorating, began to tell her that practicing martial arts was useless.

He said in a gentle voice that going to work or doing something else in the future would be better than practicing martial arts.

The girl at that time was a mild-mannered person, and she didn't know how to respond to these words except to nod silently.

Later, her father sold the martial arts school, so she could no longer become its heir.

Many things are like this: you always feel that things will follow a predetermined pattern in the future, and you will become the person you initially imagined.

In the end, despite practicing martial arts for many years, the girl was unable to inherit the martial arts school.

Just as she was trying so hard to figure out what to do in the future, she suddenly lost her home.

Fifty-five thousand years later, Fu Hua still has no home.

The mountains were deserted, and the houses inside were so quiet that it seemed no one had ever lived there.

There was no one to greet us, and not even a group photo.

How can such a place be called home?

But at that moment, the boy whispered:

"Then let's go, I'll go home with you."

If the two of them go back, they won't feel so lonely, right?

As he thought this, he gripped the oars even tighter.

The girl's lonely past and the possibility that her future would remain the same made him want to do something.

Su Qing'an knew that his abilities were still insufficient, and real-world factors always forced him to move involuntarily down an undesirable path.

But if possible.

He wanted to stay with her a little longer, much longer.

At least.

In the few remaining years of her life, Su Qing'an hoped that he could stay by her side until she was no longer a boy.

Regardless of the outcome, he will likely be happy with it.

But this world is never very kind, just like the things in the boy's room.

The sacred sword given to him by Shinbara Yu, the brass pendant that Leonid placed in his hand before his death, and the sword "Calming the Waves" that exudes the fragrance of cherry blossoms.

Unbeknownst to Su Qing'an, the number of regrets she had witnessed had grown to an unimaginable degree.

They were so numerous that they seemed to dance in the sunlight; as far as the eye could see, they were countless.

Yes.

The world is never gentle, just as dusk will eventually fall.

But now, Su Qing'an only wants to accompany her home.

The journey is long, and he hopes that there will be no wind or rain, and plenty of sunshine along the way.

144. Mount Taixu, Heart Imprint.

Mount Taixu.

After two days of twists and turns, the two finally arrived at this place, which was even more remote than Chen Junxuan's hometown.

Near that ancient town, there are at least a few taxis that travel long distances, taking people to the airport or high-speed rail station.

There are no people living near Mount Taixu, so naturally there are no convenient modern means of transportation such as airports, high-speed rail, or trains.

In today's world of constant land development and large-scale construction, such desolate and uninhabited places are extremely rare.

Rather, the reason it wasn't taken over by capital for profit is simply because this is the true former residence of the immortals.

As an immortal who has protected China for five thousand years, it is only natural that he possesses this special status.

Su Qing'an gripped the steering wheel, looking out the car window at the scene outside where there were no modern buildings, and felt somewhat novel.

Full of traces untouched by modern civilization, the natural scenery appeared even more radiant under the clear sky. In the boy's previous life, he had never seen such a view.

For him, such natural scenery was far more moving than the devastation of the pre-civilization apocalypse.

"Hua, are we almost there?"

The boy stopped the car; the road ahead was becoming increasingly unsuitable for the modified off-road vehicle.

Su Qing'an drove the whole way, even though he had never taken a driving test or asked fate for any strange certificates.

However, in such a deserted area, which can be blatantly described as a lawless zone, factors such as driver's licenses were completely outside the scope of their considerations.

Fu Hua said upon hearing this:

"Let's get off the bus, Su Qing'an."

"We're not far now; this is considered the foot of the mountain."

"It's not quite the real Mount Taixu yet. If you walk up to the very top, you'll reach Fuyun Temple."

Su Qing'an nodded and agreed.

They parked their car haphazardly in this spot and began their ascent towards the mountain peak.

The grass and trees swayed gently in the wind, and towering ancient trees were scattered everywhere. Everything here appeared neat and orderly. As the two of them walked closer to Mount Taixu, the wonders of nature revealed their unique scenery.

It was clearly noon, but the dense, white mist, like a vast ocean current, enveloped the entire mountain, its swirling vapors resembling the passage of beluga whales.

In ancient times, this place was known as a land of ethereal beauty, where only immortals could reside for long. Over the past five thousand years, there have been countless people who have come to visit in admiration of the immortals, but in the end, very few have actually made it to Fuyun Temple.

The natural climate and unique features create this beautiful scenery, but the gradually increasing altitude and strange magnetic field can make ordinary people feel uncomfortable, which is why few people can reach Fuyun Temple.

However, these things were of no consequence to the immortal himself and Su Qing'an.

The girl gazed at everything, a hint of loneliness flashing across her face, and she spoke:

"It's beautiful here, but it doesn't always look like this."

“This mountain is clearly an inanimate object, but after being around it for a long time, I sometimes have a strange feeling that it is a living thing.”

"That white mist is what it produces when it breathes... Never mind, why am I talking to you about this meaningless rambling?"

Fu Hua shook her head to herself, while Su Qing'an listened quietly without interrupting. She then continued:

"Su Qing'an, aren't you surprised that my home is in such a faraway place?"

"Why don't you ask me where my family is? The scene before me doesn't match the rumors you heard at the academy, does it?"

Fu Hua slowly stopped in her tracks. They had approached the blue stone steps marked with paths, and in the distance above them lay the Fuyun Temple.

The girl's eyes, as blue as the sea, shimmered with light. At this moment, those eyes were fixed on the boy's face, and she whispered: