Yun Jing walked to Wen Hao's side and casually looked down the mountain, but saw that the Baisha River was full of bones, the flag was broken, and black smoke was billowing. The strong smell of blood came www.biquge.info the pen "Fun" Pavilion, and when Yun Jing heard it, he didn't know whether he was exhausted or angry, but his eyes were black and he fell down.

Elder Sun's robe sleeves moved slightly, and he helped Yun Jing up, and a stream of spiritual power slowly entered Yun Jing's body, and Yun Jing woke up slowly.

Yun Jing's eyes were red, and he suddenly raised his head to look at the opposite side, only to find that the three members of the Blood Blade Sect had long since disappeared.

"Master......" Yun Jing looked at the brocade white figure, and his voice was hoarse.

Wen Hao didn't look back, he was silent for a long time, he just sighed lightly, flicked his sleeves and walked away.

Jian Zhong and Elder Sun glanced at each other, and Elder Sun spoke, "Yunjing, let's go back!" ”

"Two elders, please go back first, I want to be quiet, then go down the mountain, go to see a friend of mine on the battlefield, and then go back to the sect, please allow the two elders!" Yun Jing said lightly.

Jian Zhong and Elder Sun were silent for a while, then turned to leave.

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On a beautiful hill in Chen Kingdom, the pines and cypresses are verdant, and in front of a newly built tomb, paper money is flying.

A young man in a green shirt sat cross-legged in front of the grave, a celadon wine jug and two blue and white wine cups, which were placed in front of the tombstone.

The tombstone is impressively engraved with eight big characters of 'Tomb of General Sima Ying', the words are bright red, like a blood book!

"Brother Sima, the battle is over, but you lost your words!" The young man in the green shirt poured two glasses of wine, one spilled in front of the tombstone, and drank the other by himself. He muttered to himself, "You don't invite me to drink, I'll invite you!" ”

He poured two more glasses, one spilled in front of the tombstone, and one drank himself.

"You're right, it's even harder to stop this war, I've stopped it, but I can't stop it......," the young man in the green shirt said hoarsely.

He poured two more glasses, one in front of the tombstone, and one in his own gulp.

"Why?" His eyes were red, and he said to himself, "For the sake of refined copper mines? For the sake of red refined copper? But you're wrong! They are for your blood! The blood of millions of people!! Do you believe it? Unbelief? But that's the truth, that's the war you're involved in......"

He poured two glasses of wine, but this time it was all spilled on the tombstone!

Pour two more glasses, and he drank it himself!

The wind is blowing, the paper money is flying, and the mustard is fluttering......

The bamboo flute of the nine-spotted Xiangfei is pressed on the lips, the sound of the flute is pervasive, and the bright red tears are like blood!

The wind is blowing, whimpering. The wind is not blowing, it is gloomy.

Is it the lament of the living, the confusion of the deceased, or the call of the other side ahead?

The wind is blowing, whimpering. The wind is not blowing, it is gloomy.

Is it a flat boat rippling in the turbulent waves, or is it a wisp of warmth flowing continuously?

The wind is blowing, whimpering. The wind is not blowing, it is gloomy.

……

I don't know when, there was a young girl standing in front of the cemetery, dressed in a silk dress, and her clothes were already stained with tears.

When the young man in the green shirt finished the song, the girl lightly opened her lips and said, "Childe, are you my brother's friend before his death?" ”

The young man in the green shirt turned his head, drunk and hazy, and replied, "Girl, do you have a pen and paper?" ”

The girl was stunned, and then ordered the servant behind her to get pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

After a while, the servant took a pen and paper and laid it out in front of the tomb, and the young man in the green shirt carried a sheep's hair, waved it on the paper, and wrote a five-character poem:

I have a jug of wine, enough to soothe the dust.

Drunk before the king's business, wake up to the tomb increased.

The waves are flattening, and the moon is surging and the sound of the flute.

I hate being thin-fledged and difficult to cross the world.

After writing, the young man in the green shirt slowly got up and staggered down the mountain.

When the girl saw it, she hurriedly followed and said, "Childe, do you have a big name?" I am Sima Ying's sister Sima Hui, thank you for coming to my brother's grave to pay respects, I see that my son seems to be drunk, why don't you give up and rest for a while before leaving! ”

The young man in the green shirt shook his head and continued to stagger forward, but he tripped over the stone under his feet and fell towards the girl.

The girl stretched out her hand to support the young man in green shirts, the young man in green shirts tilted his head and leaned on the girl's shoulder, the girl's face turned red, and she quickly beckoned the servants next to her to come over, and jointly helped the young man in green shirts to walk towards Sima Hui's house.

Walking to the foot of the mountain, the young man in green shirt may be awakened by the faint fragrance of the girl next to him, the young man in green shirt was stunned, his face was crimson, he broke free from the girl's support, and Ai Ai said: "Girl, I'm sorry, Yun Jing has offended a lot, I hope to forgive me!" ”

The girl sighed faintly, and just wanted to say something, a blue bird fell from the sky, Yun Jing climbed on the back of the blue bird in a panic, and rushed to the sky without looking back.

For some reason, the girl's eyes were full of tears......

Baiyue Mountain, in front of the Taiming Temple, a blue bird fell, Yun Jing got off the bird's back, and stepped into the Taiming Temple.

When Yun Jing entered the Taiming Temple, he saw a large group of people kneeling in the main hall, dressed in bastard clothes and shoes, and their faces were full of grief.

Cigarettes curled up in the main hall, and there were bursts of sounds. Xue Daogu was closing her eyes and chanting the scriptures, while Sun Zhaodi and other disciples were knocking out the chantings.

Looking from afar, Sun Zhaodi pulled her hair in a bun, covered with a blue and gray robe, her originally round face was now thin and pale, she sat on the futon with her eyes closed, and her mouth was full of righteous thoughts, with a pious face.

Yun Jing knew that this was the Zhengyi Sect overtaking the undead, and it was inconvenient for him to disturb it, but he just stood outside the hall, seeing the ethereal cigarette smoke, the melodious sound of the chanting, and the fluttering sound of chanting, he gradually felt that his mood was a little more ethereal.

This sound is long, and the sound is fleeting, is it a send-off for the dead? Is it a reminder to the undead? In reincarnation, life and death, how many partings, and how many instructions, is the deceased really confused? Or is it the reluctant expectation of the living?

Just when Yun Jing was thinking wildly, Sun Zhaodi in the hall saw Yun Jing somehow, she hurriedly got up and whispered a few words in Xue Daogu's ear, and then hurriedly walked out of the hall, seeing Yun Jing standing there in a daze, Sun Zhaodi tugged at Yun Jing's clothes.

Yun Jing was startled, and saw that Sun Zhaodi had come to him without knowing when, so he called softly: "Sister......"

Sun Zhaodi nodded and pulled Yun Jing to her room.

"Xiaojing, you've lost weight again, and your face isn't good, what's the matter?" Sun Zhaodi saw that Yun Jing looked tired, his expression was lonely, his heart was sour, and his eyes were slightly red.

"Sister, you've lost weight too! I'm fine, I'm worried about you! Yun Jing and Sun Zhaodi's hands were clasped together, and somehow there was an indescribable sourness in their hearts.

Sun Zhaodi was slightly surprised, she knew that Yun Jing was sunny on the surface and strong on the inside, and she would not show her vulnerable side without a major blow.

"Xiaojing, have you encountered something? Tell my sister! Sun Zhaodi asked anxiously.

Yun Jing shook his head and said lonely: "Sister, I'm just a little tired......"

Sun Zhaodi saw that Yun Jing refused to say, so she didn't ask anything anymore, and said softly: "Xiaojing, if you're tired, just sleep here for a while, sister looks at you!" ”

Yun Jing nodded, and then leaned on Sun Zhaodi's bed and fell asleep.

Sun Zhaodi saw that Yun Jing was asleep, so she pulled the quilt and gently covered Yun Jing. She caressed Yun Jing's shoulder with a look of pity......

Yun Jing is having a sweet dream, in the dream, his sister with pigtails is leading him and Erhu towards the Baisha River, and his sister is singing some song while walking, he and Sun Erhu follow behind his sister, either picking a wild flower or kicking a few stones, laughing all the way......

The sky is blue and the white clouds are long. How long is the road? Let's just go on like this, okay?

But they still came to the end of the road. The end of the road is at the Baisha River. The water of the Baisha River was clear, and he and the two tigers played in the water to their heart's content, and the fish in the river were shocked to rise and set off waves. He argued with Erhu and threw water on each other, drenching his whole body and splashing on his sister.

The elder sister straightened her face and scolded the two of them ashore, and the two made grimaces and came ashore.

Suddenly looking back, he suddenly found that the Baisha River had become a river of blood, the red blood was stagnating, the fishy smell was rushing to the sky, and the black claws suddenly stretched out from the blood river and grabbed his sister!

He was so anxious that he shouted: Sister, sister......

A gentle hand caressed his forehead, caressing his face, and a gentle voice called in his ear: "Xiaojing, sister is here, don't be afraid, sister is in ......"

He opened his eyes, and he was greeted by those gentle hands, and a pale red scar on his wrist!