After the funeral of Cang Zixuan and Ding Yuqin, as well as Qiao Lingzhu, Mu Lingtian and Luo Xue also left the Flying Star Pavilion, in order to fulfill their last wish for Cang Zixuan, Mu Ling Tian and Luo Xue went towards Wutong Village.

The murmuring water flowed into the desolate distance, Mu Lingtian and Luoxue rode on their horses, and slowly entered the depressed and dilapidated Wutong Village.

Because of the special reasons of Wutong Village, it is not only deserted, but also very few other people will pass here, and when strangers come in, the villagers will also take a second look.

On the dry plane tree, there are only a few crumbling leaves, wide branches, spread out like a big umbrella, very beautiful, under the round platform of the plane tree, Mu Lingtian and Luo Xue stopped, turned over and dismounted, looked at the plane tree in front of them, the two showed a sad look, and couldn't help sighing.

The villagers all gathered together, watching the two from a distance, until they saw Mu Lingtian and Luoxue stopped under the plane tree, and then they were discussing, frowning, and slowly leaned over.

Mu Lingtian sighed, came back to his senses, stepped onto the round platform, squatted under the plane tree, and pulled out the remnants.

"You, what are you going to do?" A hunchbacked old man with gray hair, a long beard, and a wooden stick was the village chief of Wutong Village, and his kind face was full of anger, and he shouted at Mu Lingtian.

The villagers also gathered around with angry faces, and some even raised the wooden sticks in their hands, looking angry and nervous, as if they were ready to make a move on Mu Lingtian.

Mu Lingtian turned around, stopped his movements, put away the remnants, jumped off the round platform, glanced at the villagers, and gave a salute to everyone and explained: "Don't misunderstand, old people, I am a friend of Cang Zixuan and Ding Yuqin, and I was dragged by the two of them and wanted to bury something under the tree. ”

Speaking of Cang Zixuan and Ding Yuqin, the old people's angry faces flashed a kind smile, and at the same time, they also talked worriedly, the village chief waved his hand to the villagers, signaled the villagers to put down their weapons, and smiled kindly at Mu Lingtian and Luo Xue: "Ah, it turned out to be a friend of the second son and the third miss, misunderstanding, misunderstanding, don't mind the young man." ”

Mu Lingtian smiled faintly and said, "It's okay. ”

"Last time, the second son said that he was going to snatch back the third miss, but it's a pity that we old bones can't help much, so long time has passed, there is no news of them, dare to ask Shaoxia, how are the second son and the third miss doing?" asked the village chief worriedly.

"They..."Mu Lingtian frowned and stammered, not knowing what to say, let alone telling the villagers about Cang Zixuan and Ding Yuqin, he glanced at Luo Xue hesitantly, and Luo Xue frowned Ye Mei, and his sad expression seemed to be very hesitant.

"The second son and the third lady are both living bodhisattvas, and good people will definitely have good rewards. ”

"That's right, God will definitely bless them, and lovers will eventually become married. ”

"Yes, yes, yes, the second son must have snatched the third miss back. ”

The villagers had a hopeful smile and a lot of discussions, which made Mu Lingtian even more unbearable to tell the villagers about Cang Zixuan and Ding Yuqin.

The old village chief looked at Mu Lingtian's appearance, and with a smile on his face, he showed a look of worry, and asked, "Young man, why don't you speak? Could it be that something happened?"

"This..."Mu Lingtian sighed, although he wanted to leave a thought for the villagers, but the facts are the facts, and the villagers are estimated to know soon, so Mu Lingtian said a little choked: "They... Already went. ”

"What? Shao, Shaoxia, you said that the second son and the third lady are they?"

"What did you say, Shaoxia?"

"How is this possible?"

The villagers couldn't believe their ears and asked Mu Lingtian noisily.

Mu Lingtian nodded and explained, "That's right, Zixuan and Miss Yuqin... He has passed away, and now he is buried in peace. ”

"Shaoxia, you didn't lie to us, and how did you know?" the village chief asked anxiously.

"I..." Mu Lingtian paused, sighed, and continued, "I saw them jump off the Star Picking Tower. ”

"This, what the hell is going on? The second prince clearly said that there shouldn't be a big problem, and we don't have to worry, how can it be, why is it like this?" The village chief's eyes turned red instantly, and tears slipped down like rain, and he couldn't believe what Mu Lingtian said.

Mu Lingtian didn't want to mention this matter, and he didn't want the villagers to be too sad, so he hesitated for a moment, and just said simply: "This... It was because of a misunderstanding in Flying Star Pavilion Yucuizhuang that harmed the two of them, so the two of them jumped off the Star Picking Tower in order to relieve the suspicion between Feixing Pavilion and Yucuizhuang. ”

Knowing this, the villagers were in tears, crying silently, crying all over the place.

The village chief wiped his tears and asked sadly, "Dare to ask Shaoxia, the second son and the third lady, where are they buried?"

"Under the ancient pine on the star-picking floor. Mu Lingtian looked at the sad villagers and wanted to change the topic, so he comforted him again: "Feixing Pavilion and Yucuizhuang have been rebuilt, and from now on, Wutong Village will not have to be bullied by Xianyunju, and everyone can live a good life." ”

This news is indeed good news, but at the moment, for the villagers, this news makes them unhappy. The village chief wiped his blurred eyes again, sighed deeply, came to Mu Lingtian, and asked, "Shaoxia just said that he was entrusted by the second son and the third miss, I don't know what happened?"

"They made a love under the plane tree, and wanted to bury the things they were willing to bury under the plane tree. Mu Lingtian sighed as he spoke, taking out a small gray package from his arms.

The village chief looked at the small package in Mu Lingtian's hand and pleaded: "The second son and the third miss have helped us too much, if you can, please also ask the young man to hand over this thing to us, so that we can also do something for the second son and the third miss, which can be regarded as a little bit of our heart." ”

Mu Lingtian looked at the villagers and handed the small package in his hand to the village chief: "In this way, there will be work." ”

The village chief took the small package with both hands, the tears blurred his eyes again, the tears the size of beans, rolled down the palms, and the villagers also surrounded them, and soon the villagers brought tools, on the round platform of the plane tree, carefully dug a very deep pit, buried the small package, and brought incense, and began to pay tribute.

Mu Lingtian and Luo Xue stood aside, and there was endless emotion in their hearts, Luo Xue Yu fingers lightly touched the corners of her eyes, and sighed softly: "Huangquan Road is vast, and the soul returns to the sycamore, may Brother Cang and Miss Ding continue their unfinished fate in this life in the next life." ”

"I hope..."Mu Lingtian clasped his hands, looked at the sky with a sad look, and let out a long sigh.