Zhao Ge: 145. The world is sad

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Elder Qin, who had left the sect before, was dressed in a black robe and sat under a dead tree on an unknown hill a hundred miles away from Guanghan County.

The yellow leaves of Cigarette fell on the ground beside him. I don't know how long he sat cross-legged here, and a lot of dead leaves fell on his body. The deadly cold wind blew across the mountain peaks, rustling the vertical and horizontal bare tree trunks behind Elder Qin, swaying shadows in the lonely sky.

The Jingling Terrace burst into bright light, and when it turned into ashes in the red flames, the leaves of Elder Qin shattered.

But he still didn't open his eyes.

It's like falling asleep.

At the same time, outside the city of Guanghan County, a dark guard from Jintang wearing an iron mask hides in the darkness like a ghost, waiting for something.

As a well-known forbidden place for living people, Guanghan County has not seen people for a long time. These days, it is probably the time when it has the most visitors.

The city gate not far away is open. Let the wind from north to south flow in. The city is still stagnant, and it seems that the wind can't move the almost frozen depression. The official road connecting the open city gate was not swallowed by the ghost world at this time, but the street was empty and there were no traces of pedestrians.

No, it cannot be said that there are no pedestrians.

When the wind was blowing into the city gate with the remaining leaves, the black cloak came out from the deep darkness at the end of the official road. He was still holding a pure black long knife diagonally in his hand, tall and thin. The figure is not like a living person.

The black cloak walked out of the city gate, and the dark guard of Tang Dynasty also appeared.

He threw a copper box to Jin Tang Anwei, without words. Jin Tang Anwei didn't ask anything, nodded, and when he stretched out his hand, a Lingxiao bird flew out from nowhere.

Jin Tang Anwei tied a roll of thin paper to Ling Xiao bird's feet and raised his hand. This kind of unobtrusive bird that lives in the clouds and mist flies high in the sky.

At the moment when the Dark Guard of the Jintang released the Lingxiao Bird, on the mountain a hundred miles away in Guanghan County, Elder Qin suddenly opened his eyes.

He grabbed the knife beside him and stood up.

The knife slid out of the scabbard silently--it was a knife that didn't conform to the so-called martial arts spirit. The knife was matt processed, and it was very dim in the sun. The blade can be described as "simple", without any lines, simple lines, gray, and without any beauty.

Elder Qin held such a knife and stood in the oncoming wind.

A leaf was swept up in the wind, erratic in the air, wandering around. When it passed by Elder Qin, Elder Qin moved.

A blade of light cut out from the mountain peak towards the sky.

It was an extremely introverted knife light, introverted to the point where it swept out of the mountain and sank into the clouds, while the leaf floating in front of Elder Qin still slowly turned and fell without any interference.

A trumpet bird flies to the northwest by the wind.

It has its wings spread out, and its movements are light and quick.

However, as it passed through the clouds, a blade of light swept up from below. The speed of the sword light was so fast, but it was silent, and when Ling Xiao Bird was shocked, it was too late.

A thin line of blood spattered.

The sky bird fell from the sky.

Elder Qin flew up silently and caught the dead Lingxiao bird in midair.

On the corpse of a small bird, there is only a thin, paper-thin knife mark.

Catch the Lingxiao bird, Elder Qin saw the note tied to the bird's foot at a glance.

"Sure enough..." Elder Qin took off the note and murmured in a low voice. He raised his hand and saw another Lingxiao bird flew out from the dead tree behind him. Elder Qin tied another note to the bird and raised his hand to release the Lingxiao bird.

With the sword in its sheath, Elder Qin stood on the mountain, watching the city of Guanghan County shrouded in haze in the distance.

"Don't worry."

The lines of his face seemed to be fixed, stiff.

"Sister Sister will not beat you this time."

The wind on the top of the mountain was so cold that Elder Qin took out the wine from Najie, patted the lid of the altar, and faced the wind, facing the direction of the city of Guanghan County.

"The soul is back! Go to the emperor's constant work, what is more square? Let the king's happiness, and be more unknown! The soul is back! The east cannot be trusted...come back! Can not be trusted! "

The spirits are poured out one by one, and Elder Qin has a hoarse voice, chanting the useless soul-calling words like a mortal.

He read sentence by sentence, his voice is not high, his intonation is steady.

However, tears slowly ran across his old face.

Soul and soul, why not come back?

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Nine Profound Gate.

Yi Heping walked among the graves.

This is a place unknown to ordinary disciples of the Nine Profound Sect. It is a hidden place in the mountain range behind the main peak. It is low-key and hidden, protected by a formation method. When sacrifices are held at the sect, the tombs here will not be worshipped.

Buried here are all the elders who put on black robes and leave the sect quietly, and then never return. They are those who cannot be put into the Nine Profound Clan roster and put into the Spirit Hall.

They are the guardians of the sect in the darkness, the sword of the sect, and the sword of the sect.

It is also a scar that cannot be seen by the sect.

Yi Heping carried a jar of wine and walked across familiar tombstones to one place.

Here is a rough tombstone—it seems to be a craftsman with a bad craftsmanship. The tombstone is engraved with the words "The Tomb of Guan Zhiyu, the Wife of Jiuxuanmen Ganmai Master Sister He Qingchuan".

Yi Heping closed his eyes, and he can remember how He Qingchuan had to carve this tombstone like an ordinary person without being invincible. The guy's workmanship was really bad, he couldn't hold the knife securely, and he cut his hand with blood dripping.

"When he came to me and said he was going to Jingling, should I disagree?"

Yi Heping put down the wine jar, sat down in front of the tombstone, took out a bluestone from Najie and carved it.

Originally, He Qingchuan was not the one who took Jun Wanbai and the others to Jinglingtai. It is another elder of the sect who will end his life. But that day, He Qingchuan came to him.

The first sentence is: "I'm going to Jingling."

Yi Heping was playing chess at the time, and his hand was hanging in the air.

He Qingchuan is still carrying his heavy knife, which is inseparable, but Yi Heping can detect that the breath of the knife has changed slightly. The things he is familiar with in the knife seem to be gone. Up.

He Qingchuan has always wanted to go to Jinglingtai.

But he never said it.

Hezhou hasn't grown up yet, and he is not qualified to get what Guan Zhiyu left behind. As the first immortal sect, Jiuxuanmen, openly and secretly, countless responsibilities always rest on each of them. The disciples up and down Xuan Lifeng had to be protected by him, so He Qingchuan knew that he could not go and had to stay.

Now that the knife is gone, He Qingchuan has endured it for so many years, and finally can't bear it anymore.

So he came to Yi Heping and said he was going to Jinglingtai.

He Qingchuan said that he was going to Jinglingtai, and he looked very stubborn and willful when he first started.

"Have you come back?"

Yi Heping put down the chess, and put his hands in his sleeves.

He Qingchuan did not answer, but silently looked at the pavilion where Yi He usually sits—when he was fighting with Qin Jiu, Yi Heping was also sitting here, playing chess with Ye Yi, and Guan Zhiyu was sitting on the pavilion. Dangling wine on his legs.

For so many years, the pavilion is so good, but there is no more people.

He Qingchuan did not answer, but he did not answer, and Yi Heping also knew the answer.

After all, Yi Heping is still a mortal, after all, he can't do everything from the overall situation. Pretending not to know that He Qingchuan will not come back this time is the only thing he can do for He Qingchuan as a senior.

The peak master Xuanlifeng never returned, or at this time of turbulent undercurrents, the follow-up troubles are messy without thinking. However, Yi Heping thought, anyway... anyway he is a senior.

The younger brother wants to be self-willed, even if he stabs Louzi, scolds him, and becomes a brother, he still has to help clean up.

Although it is troublesome, he can't handle it.

The tombstone in his hand slowly took shape, and Yi Heping began to engrave on the tombstone. He spoke to Guan Zhiyu's tombstone as if chatting.

"But I'm you again, that guy won't listen to me that much."

Yi Heping laughed.

At the beginning, a few of them laughed at He Qingchuan, just like a little wife in front of Guan Zhiyu. Don't look at fighting with Guan Zhiyu all day long-or being unilaterally beaten, never shouting senior sister, but in fact, he does what Guan Zhiyu asks him to do.

Guan Zhiyu let him go, his face was gloomy reluctantly, and he left honestly.

Guan Zhiyu asked him to wait, and he waited until the tomb was snowy white, until now.

Yi Heping laughed thinking about the way the junior brothers laughed at He Qingchuan. However, smiling and laughing, there is no sound.

He slowly carved a line of words on the tombstone:

The tomb of He Qingchuan, the husband of Guan Yu, the master of Xuanli Peak of Jiuxuanmen.

"That guy is an idiot. He is the only one in the world who doesn't know the answer." Yi Heping erected the tombstone next to Guan Zhiyu, looked at the tombstone, and whispered.

He remembered Jun Wanbai the day they left, and He Qingchuan came to see him last.

"Brother."

Before leaving, He Qingchuan called him.

What's the use of calling him brother at this time? Not to let him clean up a bunch of mess. Yi Heping turned his back to He Qingchuan without looking back at him.

After so long, He Qingchuan spoke for the first time and called him "Brother".

"I'm leaving."

"Let's go."

Then he really left.

Yi Heping sighed, slapped the wine altar open, and poured it on the tombs of Guan Zhiyu and He Qingchuan—the deaths were also dead, and the burials were buried together. This is the best answer, right? .

"I would rather someone hit me hard again."

Yi Heping poured wine, but didn't drink it himself.

He can't drink, he can't be drunk, he is the head of the Jiu Xuan Sect.

The tombstones are pale, and the wind is blowing coldly, the world is desolate, and Yi Heping stands alone in front of the two tombstones.

He whispered, and also chanted the ancient soul-calling phrase: The soul returns! There is no east and no west, no south and north only...the soul has no north, and the north has cold mountains...

Yi Heping's voice was blown by the wind, breaking up and flying, passing over all unknown tombstones.

The soul will never return.