Spring is impermanent, autumn is impermanent, spring and autumn are impermanent.

Winter is impermanent, summer is impermanent, cold comes and summer is impermanent.

Only Weishui soup soup, as usual.

Winter falls and runs on the edge of the Weishui where the green willows are new and the grass is budding.

Behind him were extremely thickly dressed two black and three black, and they were more or less carrying some sacrificial offerings in their hands, all of which they had bought in Weicheng.

Sacrifices, such a thing that can only be used by the dead, are extremely unpopular with the living in Weicheng, but there is no way to see them, who doesn't want someone to burn a lot of paper money for him after death, as for whether it can really be used at that time, that's another matter.

Life and death, the picture is a peace of mind.

Born, if you have money, you will have peace of mind.

Death, too.

Dongluo stood in front of a small dirt bag with green grass and didn't say a word.

Before he saw this tomb, he had countless words in his heart that he wanted to say to the man lying inside, but when he did, he didn't know what to say. He could only silently light the incense candle and let the ashes of the paper money drift away in the wind.

The two blacks and the three blacks also knelt on the side and burned the paper money silently, they were all brought by Chen Baxian from nowhere, they didn't know where their home was, who their parents were, to some extent, it was their father who was lying in this tomb, and a tavern was also their home.

Weicheng's aura is thin, when they were in Weicheng, although they have been practicing, they have not cultivated to the Shenqiao realm, and they have transformed into human form, but unlike other demon beasts, their spiritual wisdom is far superior to that of other demon beasts, Chen Baxian is good to them, they all see it in their eyes and remember it in their hearts, but they have not been able to speak.

It's just that now they can speak, but no one listens.

The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop, and the child wants to raise but the parent is not there.

That's how the world is impermanent.

So they can only silently burn the paper money, hoping that the ashes flying in the sky can send them endless sorrow.

Dongluo kept throwing paper money into the fire, with tears in his eyes, but he lowered his head, tried his best to hide the tears in his eyes, and said softly in a voice that only he could hear: "Old man, I'm back, I'm back alive, from Weicheng to Luoyang, from Luoyang to Weicheng, before I know it, I've walked a long, long way, and I've gone far, far away, but I still haven't walked out of my thoughts about you." ”

The tears in Dongluo's eyes couldn't hold back any longer, and the big ones dripped into the flames and evaporated instantly, "You asked me to send you home, and those who didn't let you go home, I left them without a home." The revenge of killing your father, those who forced you to death, one day I will follow the cause and effect of my body, find them one by one, and settle this account with them. ”

"Don't worry! Now that I am also the King of Han, I have finally made a fool of myself in Luoyang City, and I have not embarrassed you. What you lost in the Far North, I will help you get it back in the same way, and I will also find the sects and families in the Far North one by one. ”

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"In the Snow Clan, I had a fight with Chen Batian, I lost, and I lost the true dragon qi you left in my body, I'm sorry for you. But the next time I meet him, I'll fight him again, and if I can't beat him, I'll run, and when I can beat him, I'll definitely get that true dragon qi back......"

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Dongluo lowered his head, letting the tears slide down his face one by one, and he chattered non-stop in front of Chen Baxian's grave.

Say that Luoyang City, say that Longmen Secret Realm, say that

The Chen family, said that Zhou Tianzi, said that Wei Lai, said that Luole, said that corpse Jiao, said that Xiuchun River, said that Guanglingdu, said that Guazhou crossing, said that thousands of miles of mountains and rivers......

He said what he saw and heard along the way, said what he thought, was sad and joyful, and he said whatever he thought, until a crying voice sounded behind him, "Young Master, you are back." ”

The tears in Dongluo's eyes were even worse, like a decisive flood, which could no longer be stopped.

Dongluo staggered up, opened his blurred eyes, looked at the trembling black-clothed young man behind him, flew over, hugged him and said in a choked voice, "I'm back." ”

Erhei Sanhei also stood up, looked at the black-clothed young man in surprise, and quickly rushed towards him, hanging on his hands one left and one right.

There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears.

After a long time, Dongluo wiped the tears on his face, handed over a wad of paper money, and said with a smile: "Come, Dahei, burn some paper for the old man, thank him well, thank him for not making you into a dog meat hot pot back then." ”

Since he finished dealing with Chen Guo's trivial matters and meeting with Chen Changsheng, he rushed all the way to Weicheng, waiting for this moment, fortunately he waited for it, he didn't come early, he didn't come late, everything was just right.

Da Hei knelt beside Dongluo, and also threw a lot of paper money into the fire, and when Dongluo came, he had already emptied all the shops selling incense paper money in Weicheng, and he couldn't burn it for a while.

Dongluo took out a pot of wine bought from Weicheng from the mustard seeds, opened the mud seal, put it in front of the tomb, handed another pot to Da Hei, opened a pot himself, touched Da Hei, and drank it all.

Dongluo asked, "Your name is Winter Night now?"

Da Hei nodded, "Winter nights are the coldest and most biting, and this is a good name that kills people." ”

Dongluo snorted, "I heard Xue Nianci say that you also got something called the Temple of Death?"

Da Hei grinned, his smile was cold, "We can't avenge the revenge of so many family sects in the extreme north, let's go and avenge it alone! Even if we can avenge the revenge in the extreme north, what about the Shaohao clan and the Huaxu clan? Even if we don't go back to that place for the time being, one day we will go back and go back with thousands of troops and horses." When the time comes, the Temple of Death will be our trust. Besides, Chen Guo also needs such an existence, so that you can sit firmly on the throne of the King of Han. ”

Dongluo was stunned for a moment, yes! When his manpower was finally exhausted, he single-handedly and diligently cultivated and practiced hard, and he was able to take revenge on the Far North, but what about the revenge of the Shaohao clan and the Huaxu clan! It is not something that can be repaid by one person or one force by practicing diligently.

In the past, he, the king of Han, went to the Chen State, but he didn't want the country established by Chen Baxian to be annexed by Fan Zeng, but just wanted to build the Heavenly Dynasty to gather the luck of heaven and earth and wash away the monstrous cause and effect on him. He had never thought of borrowing Chen Guo's hand to take revenge, and today Da Hei told him a shortcut.

One person can go faster, and a group of people can go further.

This is the second time he has been full of expectations for Chen Guo.

Da Hei continued: "The killers of the Temple of Death are endless, killing people in the quiet beauty of autumn leaves and the splendor of summer flowers, there are countless spies in the temple, and now they are all over the country of Chen and the Great Zhou, maybe some of them you have seen, when you just came out of the secret realm of the Dragon Gate, they had already passed the news to me, that day, I drank all night of wine, and I was not drunk." ”

Dongluo raised the wine jug in his hand and touched it with Da Hei, and said in a low voice, "Thank you for your hard work." ”

Da Hei shook his head and said, "Young Master, your hatred is my hatred." ”

Dongluo smiled similarly to Daikoku, and all the words were in the flask

Finish.

Sanhei, who was kneeling on the side and burning paper, suddenly said: "Big brother, I suddenly feel that my clothes are a little tight, my heart hurts, and I want to cry." ”

"Cry! It's better to have tears than to have no tears to shed, or to have tears but don't know how to fall. Dongluo touched Sanhei's head and said softly.

Sanhei couldn't hold back his tears anymore.

In a mournful atmosphere, crying is the most contagious.

Erhei couldn't bear the depression in his heart, and cried loudly, and the crystal tears quickly slid across his face.

Sanhei cried and said: "Big brother, if you die, there will be nothing left, and it has nothing to do with this big world." I heard in Luoyang City that people are like trees when they die. The flesh and skin on the body will fall off like autumn leaves, and then the bones will be like the branches of this winter tree in the eternal silence in the cold, eternal and immortal. ”

Dongluo didn't know how to answer Sanhei's question, so he could only say cautiously: "Human death is different from a tree." When the leaves fall, they will grow again, but when people die, they will not. ”

After hearing this, Sanhei became even more sad and cried even louder.

He always thinks that after death, there should always be something left, but it seems that after death, there is nothing.

The incense candles went out and lit, lit and extinguished, and the flame of paper money endured, burning from day to night, and Dongluo seemed to want to burn enough paper money owed to this tomb in the past two years.

On the low hill, there was a lonely swaying flame from the flames, and the breeze stretched and shrunk the four figures, approaching and moving away.

It wasn't until all the paper money was burned out, and until he couldn't get a pot of wine out of his mustard seeds, that the drunken Dongluo solemnly kowtowed three times to the tomb.

The three of them also kowtowed solemnly to the tomb three times.

Dongluo stood up, waved his hand and said, "Old man, I'm leaving." I'm going to go north next time, and I don't know when I'll be next time I come to see you. ”

After walking a few steps, Dongluo turned around and said, "You don't know how to keep me, I'm really leaving!"

But the heavens and the earth were silent, silent.

This time, it was not only Sanhei who couldn't help but shed tears.

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A tavern that has been closed for two years is still the same, there is no shopkeeper, no shopkeeper, no story, and no wine.

It was late when they returned.

But Xue Nianci and Zhang Baigui didn't sleep.

The first thing Dongluo did when he returned to a tavern was to add another one to the highest part of the door frame according to his height, which had already carved fifteen bars.

This one is far from the fifteenth, which is getting thinner, because there are two missing in between.

The first fifteen were drawn by Chen Ba first, and this one was drawn by himself.

Sixteen days of slash, the former teenager grew up unconsciously.

Next, Dongluo found a beam and pillar in a tavern, and drew one for each of the big black, the two black, and the three black, which had just been transformed into a human for a year.

In the end, Zhang Bai Guixue Nianci couldn't resist a few people in winter, and each found a pillar and recorded his height.

So, a small tavern left traces of these six people. Six people in the future who can change the traces of history.

But it doesn't know any of that, and they don't know either.

The paradox of history is that what seems inevitable in hindsight is always not obvious at the time.