Sealing Sword Chapter 85: Farewell

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Gu Qifang has been waiting here for thirteen years.

It is said that people are the easiest to think and think when they die, even if they are as careless as she is. When he was about to be unable to hold it, only two people came and went in Gu Qifang's mind, one was Duanqing who was holding her, and the other was Gu Xiao, who had not been seen at that time.

She couldn't bear to be clear, and even more worried about Gu Xiao.

The cub he raised himself knew that Gu Qifang knew that Gu Xiao's temper followed her, but he hadn't experienced so many trials and hardships, and he couldn't see through the joys and sorrows.

She thought that she still had a lot of time to teach him, but in the end, she put life and death before her eyes in a blink of an eye, and she had no time to say a thousand words, so she left with regret.

Human life is involuntary. Gu Qifang once thought that one day she would die in an unfavorable manner, but no matter what kind of ending she envisioned, Gu Xiao should not be involved in this bloody.

The most difficult cage in the world to escape is not cast-in-steel cast iron. On the contrary, it is self-trapped and painted as a prison. Because of the shackles in the heart, even if you go to the ends of the world, you will not be free.

Gu Xiao may never recover from this, or go to extremes, or become a waste, or become a madman like He Lianyu.

If so, she wouldn't be able to look down even if she was Soulfall Jiuyou.

So, the last thing she entrusted on her deathbed was to ask Duanqing to find the **** little apprentice back, saying that the master didn't blame him, it was not his fault.

She wants Gu Xiao to personally shed the first scratching soil for her, since the dust has been buried in the rotten soil before, the hatred is gone, and the guilt is light.

Gu Qifang waited for thirteen years, and finally waited until the wandering son returned home and entered the soil... for peace.

The place where she was buried was under the unbroken plum tree in the Qishuangyuan.

Duan Qing opened the ice coffin, Ye Fusheng took the already cold body out with his own hands, and walked from darkness to light step by step.

He walked slowly, his vision was blurred by tears, his throat was choked, his teeth were clenched tightly, but his hands were firm, like a rock, motionless.

Duan Qing took him all the way to the yard before reaching out and taking Gu Qifang, quietly watching Ye Fusheng leaning down, picking up the shovel under the tree and digging the dirt.

He moved very slowly. From late night to dusk, Ye Fusheng didn't say a word. Tears and sweat beads fell into the soil, finally dug a big hole.

Until then, Duan Qing said: "Enough."

Ye Fusheng's body shook, he put down the shovel, slowly turned around, his gaze slowly moved down from Duan Qing's face, and finally fixed on the smile of Gu Qifang's lips.

He almost didn't catch his breath, and gave him a hard punch in his chest.

Gu Qifang's remains were cleaned up by female disciples in the Supreme Court when he was put in the coffin, but now he has left the cold pool ice coffin and stayed outside for another afternoon. The frost on his body has melted. , Showing the peculiar green and white withered of the dead. Duanqing took off her robe, carefully wrapped her in a layer, and finally covered her head and face before putting her into the pit by herself.

The simplest burial was thirteen years late. Duan Qing always felt wronged and owed her, even if he has become a living dead with a heart-stopping heart, he still has the details from his limbs. Protracted pain.

His hand fumbled in his sleeve pocket and took out a wooden box. Inside was a year-old ebony hairpin with two small peach blossoms carved on the hairpin.

Duan Qing put the wooden box next to Gu Qifang, then got up and said to Ye Fusheng: "Cover the soil... if you have anything to say, just take advantage of it now."

Ye Fusheng knelt down. Instead of using a shovel, he took up the mud with his hands and sprinkled it on Gu Qifang tremblingly.

He twitched the corner of his mouth and said in a dumb voice: "Master, thirteen years have passed without saying goodbye. I will see you off today..."

Duan Qing stood behind him, expressionless and without waves.

"These years, let your old man sleep in such a cold place. It's not good for me. It's too late to come back... Don't be lazy at night. Come over and scold me with a dream, just hit me a few times." Ye Fusheng wiped his face with his dirty hands, "I said goodbye in the Weeping Blood Cave. I went back to Feiyun Peak and didn't see you and Madam... I just walked around, but there was no home anywhere. Up.

"Do you remember Chu Yao? It was the little fat Dun'er who liked to hold your legs and pretend to be poor. He picked me up back to Tianjing, and I accepted him as an apprentice. I thought I could pass the Jinghong Dao down. In the end, I didn’t expect that the human heart would play tricks more than God’s will... I tried to find out the bottom of the burial palace, but I found out the more embarrassing truth.” It was covered with mud, and I have been used to putting everything in my stomach for many years. The Tibetan Ye Fusheng, at this moment, seemed to have been swept open by the flood, and talked about old things that have not been mentioned over the years, "Let’s be shocked, we have been calculated from the beginning of the master, those people, no Taking human life seriously, there is a broken chair in my eyes, I just think about how to climb up, and I don’t care how much bone and blood I’ve stepped on under my feet..."

He was talking to Gu Qifang, and he was also explaining to Duanqing about the 13 years. The white-haired Daoist listened quietly, his figure motionless like an old tree.

"Ten years ago, I killed the man who colluded with He Lianyu and calculated you, but I also failed Chu Yao. I turned the good-looking little emperor into a commoner and fell into the world. I am sorry for him, but I do not regret it. Revenge, but after all, I still owe..." Ye Fusheng sniffed, "In the past ten years, I have been your least favorite imperial lackey and have done a lot of things that I don’t like, but fortunately... To bear the righteousness of the common people does not violate the precepts of the teacher. Today I still have the face to kneel in front of you and talk."

Thin layers of soil have covered the body, describing that Ye Fusheng is still spreading the soil, as if to bury the past ten years in his heart.

"This autumn, the war is an emergency. I thought I was going down to find you and kowtow to apologize, but I was rescued, and I met the grown-up Ayao, and now I have reunited with you and my wife... …God, after all, he took care of me once, and I didn’t lose it."

With blood red eyes and tears flowing across his dirty face, Ye Fusheng finally spilled the last scratch of soil, leaning over and knocking three heads heavily.

Actually, he still has a lot to say, but now he thinks it's enough.

Those unfinished words rolled in the chest a few times, and finally condensed into a short sentence: "Teacher, go all the way, disciple bow and bow."

Until then, Duan Qing did not move.

Weiliang's palm condensed a little bit of internal force and cut on the back of Ye Fusheng's neck. The man squatted his head last, and the man fell softly and was caught by Duan Qing who was squatting down.

It hurts the heart with great joy and compassion, not to mention Ye Fusheng's current situation. Don't make his funeral remarks reasonable. It is enough now.

Tuanqing Daoist Chief is not good at comforting people, so let him feel relieved and have a good sleep.

He carried the person who had fallen asleep on his back. In fact, Ye Fusheng is almost as tall as him now, but Duan Qing still carries his back very steadily, just like when he was carrying Gu Xiao, who was a child when he was at Feiyunfeng. It's the same as walking home.

Duan Qing stayed in the Taishang Palace for thirteen years for some reasons, and had limited understanding of Ye Fusheng's events over the years. I just put those words in my ears, and traced a line drawing from the bottom of my heart, even if Ye Fusheng concealed the nine deaths and the dilemma in it, the twists and turns were still shocking.

He carried Ye Fusheng on his back, and the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on his white hair, as if it had made the snow of the unchangeable mountain a little warmer.

Duan Qing looked at the new tomb without a monument under the plum blossom tree for a long time, and said lightly: "He is back. It has been a difficult time for these years. Don't be angry. I will look at him in the future."

After a pause, he moved the corners of his mouth lightly, as if he wanted to smile, but unfortunately the whole face seemed to be rigid, and he could only maintain the illusion of picturesque brows, but he couldn't laugh.

There was a slight sigh in his eyes, and he said softly: "You can rest assured."

After saying these four words, Duan Qing carried Ye Fusheng and walked to his bedroom. The setting sun dragged his shadow on the ground, as if he was still nostalgic for the grave behind it, but unfortunately with the light and shadow The transfer, after all, is a different route between Yin and Yang, and left in the opposite direction.

Duan Qing didn't look back, and naturally there was no Ye Fusheng who was resting his shoulder.

There is an old saying in the world, "Don't look back when you leave or die," because once you look at it in a blink of an eye, there will always be constant concerns that make those who leave and those who stay uneasy.

Duanqing felt that Gu Qifang had been waiting long enough for the past 13 years, and she shouldn't have let her stumble on Huangquan Road.

It doesn't matter to him that he hasn't turned his head. Although he can't see her in his eyes, but remember her in his heart, there is nowhere in the world without her.

Ye Fusheng buried Gu Qifang with his own hands, as if he was also buried with his thirteen years or his bleak or sober years. From then on, he would wave goodbye to his old dreams and live his own life.

Death is not always easy, and the living always intends to be difficult.

Should borrow Changyang's three-point warmth, laugh and send late Qing to the old.