Immortal Voices Chapter 9: Burial
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Looking at the ruins and corpses around, the people walked towards the only place where there was alive, and when they approached, they found out that this was a child.
Originally, on a whim, I wanted to see the Lord Xixin who hadn't died, but I didn't expect to find a child, who seemed to be the destiny of mentoring and apprenticeship.
Shen Xi sighed, stretched out his hand to pick up the child, his eyes stopped for a moment on the collapsed stone sword, and turned into a sword light and disappeared into the sky.
Rong Xian walked out of the shadows until Shen Xi's breath completely disappeared.
As soon as she walked to the exit, an overwhelming fire ignited.
Through the firelight, Rong Xian faintly saw a group of people in black outside staring at the sword grave.
Obviously, now is not a good time to go out.
She was standing in the fire, but the fire didn't burn her at all strangely.
Rong Xian's gaze fell on the distant sky, and there was a pity in his heart. It would be a pity to get all the blood if it was so short.
The energy that the seal can protect the essence and blood of the sword emperor will not escape for ten years, so Yu Xiu, since you are only me, you must protect the essence and blood of the sword emperor for me, ten years later, I I will definitely go for it, if there is a loss...
The blood-covered girl's eyes flashed with a bit of cold light, like a three-nine cold sky, icy cold.
The fire burned for two days and two nights, and the entire stone bridge was burnt.
After all the men in black had evacuated, Rong Xian walked out of the sword grave.
She fixedly looked at the charred corpses everywhere, and didn't know what she was thinking. When she recovered, she had already squatted down and dug many pits, burying all the charred bones and erecting a monument.
Filling in the last piece of soil, Rong Xian engraved Yu Qing's name.
"Patriarch, Yu Xiu is alive. Are you happy?" Rong Xian said softly to the stone tablet, "You only have such a son, and you still love him so much. Although I am not sincere, I will protect him to live. , After he steps back here..."
Rong Xian didn't say the rest, and the corners of her mouth moved to cover up the emotions in her heart.
Looking at the familiar names appearing on the tombstone, Rong Xian didn't know if he should say sorry when he recalled the kindness that these people had bestowed during this period of time.
She picked up a small stone from the sword mound, took out the dagger that she had taken in the pharmacy, and sat on the ground without particular attention. It took a day and a night to carve everyone in Shiqiaojian.
She moved her fingertips, and finally carved Yu Xiu and herself into it. Everyone in the Yu clan was here, none of them were lost, and none of them were missing.
Rong Xian has gentle eyebrows, carved a small village with stones, and put these people in as they once were alive.
She rubbed the stone-carved village, her mouth was slightly tilted, so it seemed that everyone was not dead, but changed a form to live all the time.
Looking at this small stone village, Rong Xian's iron and ice-like heart suddenly stung.
"It turns out, I still have a heart..." Rong Xian covered her heart, her big phoenix eyes were blank, and she was immersed in her thoughts.
She was too weak after being born again. In protecting herself and the people in the village, she did not hesitate to choose herself.
I have been enjoying the kindness that the Yu clan has brought to her, but in the end I can only watch them die, her heart is undoubtedly heavy.
She can be rationally told that this world is the weak and the strong, and the weak is the original sin. As early as when they chose to guard the essence of the sword emperor, as early as when she was the weakest when she seized the house and rebuilt, all the endings were doomed by fate.
They died along the established fate, what does it have to do with her? It was not her hand.
Even if she does not appear here, people who have never given up looking for the Yu clan will find it here sooner or later. They only have to die, and the last person can't survive—without a little change, she doesn’t need to be guilty, does she?
No, it's not.
Living for thousands of years, she has been growing into a strong man in killing and loneliness. She knows that this world is not only indifferent, but also kind, loving, and affectionate. No one has given her kindness, nor does she need.
But in Shiqiaojian this month, she experienced it firsthand, and she felt the warmth and relaxation that seemed to burn people's soul, so true, so nostalgic.
Rong Xian touched the stone's hand for a while, watching the lifelike stone men appear in their eyes with a trace of astonishment.
It's just a month of getting along. Why does she make everyone's voice and smile so clear? It's just a group of weak people, why do they remember so clearly.
Rong Xian was silent for a long time, dragging the small stone village into the sword mound, guarded by ten thousand swords, and no one will be disturbed anymore.
Out of the sword grave, she came to the cemetery, leaned on Caiyi's tombstone and closed her eyes and fell asleep.
In the past few days, she has not rested, not only is mentally tense, and she has no time to take care of the injuries on her body. She has also been restlessly putting the people in Shiqiaojian into the earth for safety, and carving everyone down.
Now the man in black won't come again, everything is over, let her rest for a while, just a while.
Shortly after Rong Xian fell asleep, a young man in a purple robe walked in here slowly.
Seeing heavy smoke here, he was taken aback and walked in quickly.
When he came here twenty years ago, although there were restrictions and obstacles, he could clearly see the satisfaction of being self-sufficient, living and working here.
The people here are very simple and live happily. Every time I see them, men feel warm. It seems that all the gloom can pass, and the future will be better.
I wanted to take a look today on a whim, but I didn't expect it to be in ruins.
The once simple and lively place is nothing but silence. There is no more children playing, and there is no warm scene of a family playing with their children.
There has been a devastating event here!
There was a trace of regret in the man's eyes, and he walked forward lightly.
Suddenly, his steps stopped, his eyes filled with shock.
The nearly a hundred graves and tombstones in front of him were all erected in the place where the children used to practice martial arts. At the front of the tombstone, a child seemed to be asleep leaning there.
The man looked at her hands subconsciously. As expected, those hands were covered with blood-stained mud. He was not sure whether the child's hands were intact. Obviously, the graves and tombstones here were all made by the child alone.
The child didn't sleep comfortably, she seemed to feel a strange breath, and she slowly opened her eyes.
Rong Xian’s clear phoenix eyes reflect the figure of the man in front of him, one side is as clean as an immortal, and the other is as dirty as a beggar.
The man who suddenly appeared here didn't have the slightest malice, and his aura was pure. After judging that this person would not pose a threat to her, Rong Xian was relieved.
After the two stared at each other for a long time, Rong Xian leaned back on the tombstone and fell asleep, as if the previous staring was really just to judge whether the person in front of him was in danger.
When Rong Xian closed his eyes, the man in front of him who was afraid of frightening the child so much that he was like a big enemy was stunned for a moment. He stepped forward and carefully hugged the child in his arms and moved towards this area. The cemetery nodded in salute and left.