Thirty-ninth Raiders

  Chapter 501 Tuer He Blackened (50) End

   Decades later.

  Two children dressed in white were playing in the courtyard, muttering.

   "I haven't read the book I brought you last time!"

   "Don't look at it, it's all borrowed and has to be returned."

   "But I really like the big hero story told in it! The big hero drove away the devil by himself, how majestic..."

   "Haha, don't you know? Our Yuxian Sect also has such a hero."

   "Really?! Who?"

"The last suzerain several decades ago, cherish the Chu suzerain... It is a pity that the Chu suzerain died as a martyr, and died with the devil with his own cultivation base, only in exchange for the long-term peace of our Yuxian sect and the world. Such a person is no more than words. Great?"

   "Wow! How did you know?"

   "You haven't reached your age yet. When you reach the age of class, the masters will teach you."

   "Xi Chu Sect Master..."

  …

  The two children laughed and ran away.

  In the pavilion, the two elders who were playing chess stopped when they heard a certain name, looked at the chessboard, and did not speak for a long time.

  The cold wind blows outside the pavilion.

   One of them sighed, "In a flash, decades have passed."

   "Xi Chu, that child, it's a pity after all."

  The other person also shook his head with a melancholy expression.

   "The child's wish is to help the Immortal Sect. If she sees the grand occasion of the Immortal Sect at this time, she will be very pleased."

   "That said. But she's dead... It's impossible to see her forever."

  The two old men no longer had the mind to play chess, and looked at the garden and grass in silence. Although the Yuxian Sect had been very lively in recent years, they still felt a little desolate at this time.

   Maybe because things are different.

   "Her disciple," an elder suddenly said and asked softly, "I wonder if you can be all right now?"

"He has been away from the Immortal Sect for a long time, but sometimes the disciples who go down the mountain to experience him will meet him. The child's talent is excellent, and now he is probably unmatched by his cultivation. Although he has a cold personality, he will take care of him when he meets him. disciple of the sect."

   "According to those disciples, his appearance has not changed in the slightest over the years."

   "A person who cultivates immortals has a long life and a long life. If you consider the age of a person who cultivates immortals, then the child is only a young man now, right? When he was in the immortal sect, he was very young."

   "I just didn't expect that he would leave Xianzong."

   "No pity. Everyone has their own way."

   A chess piece floats lightly on the board.

   "The world, trapped in the situation, trapped in the heart. Everyone has a few things that are trapped."

  …

  …

  It just rained in the mountains.

  Chen Shisong stepped on the soft soil and slowly reached the mountain.

  Bypassing the verdant tree shadows and grassy flowers, in the most inconspicuous corner of the deep mountain, a quaint stone tablet stands quietly.

   There is no name on the stele.

   That person passed away, leaving nothing, no body, no soul, so the tombstone has no meaning. But Chen Shisong had promised her that he would worship her every Qingming Festival, so he didn't want to break his promise.

   He put a few small flowers in front of the monument. "I know you don't like liveliness. Is this deep mountain to your heart? I brought paper money and wine, and I will accompany you today."

He stayed alone in the mountains until the night, accompanied this blank monument for a long time, talked about the prosperity of the world today, and the grand occasion of the Immortal Sect, and finally sighed with a smile: "Although no one may remember you a hundred years later, But I want to thank you for all the people in the world, the prosperity of this world has a lot of credit for you."

   He gently sprinkled the wine in front of the blank monument.

  The moonlight is like a hook.

  It is very cold at night in the deep mountains. Chen Shisong picked up the jug and went back.

   He walked to the path, only to see a slender figure in black, with a beautiful face and a fair face, standing silently on the road.

   He was stunned for a while, looked back at the deep mountain, and then asked slightly silently, "Aren't you going to have a look? It's just a monument anyway."

   The man shook his head gently, his eyes were flat, and he said quietly, "Master doesn't want to see me."

  “…”

   Chen Shisong was stunned for a while.

   He didn't know what to say for a while, and finally he was silent and passed by.

   Jiang Ran was left alone on the path.

   was far away, silently accompanying the blank monument.

  The black clothes are almost integrated with the night. The tender and cute eyebrows and eyes are still beautiful now, but they are a little more sinister. Between his long white fingers, he quietly held a mottled wooden flute, his fingertips rubbed slightly, and his expression was quiet.

  Chen Shisong left.

  The deep mountain is quiet again.

   Except for the sound of the wind and the faint sound of birdsong, it was empty.

  Jiang Ran stood alone until dawn.

  Although the young man's expression and temperament have changed, his eyes are the same as before, soft and soft, looking at the inconspicuous monument.

   He spoke softly:

   "Master..."

   Master.

  Wait for me to accompany you.

   Even if the years of my life are extremely poor.

  Even if, throw away everything on me.

   Exhausted the last ray of soul.

I can do it too.

   find you again.

   (end of this chapter)