After a moment of silence, the master stroked the wooden strip on the tomb and sighed softly: "But after he died, this seat felt pity again." Although Dugu is murderous, he is smart enough, strategic, and has done some useful things for Zhongtian, if he is still here, I would like to ask him how he came up with the trick of sealing the blood clan of the Empty Lonely Mountain......" He sighed: "You want some people to die, but when they die, you hope he will continue to live......

He sat down, poured wine, sprinkled a glass on the tomb, drank a glass for himself, and babbled and talked for a long time, until all the wine he had brought was gone.

The wind was blowing, the yellow leaves were flying, and I only felt a chill hit me. I don't know if the Purple Night Sect Master is still alive, if the two of them meet, will they chat with each other, or will they still hate each other?

For Master, does he want him to live, or does he die?

Perhaps, he hoped that he was dead, only dead people are hanging, nostalgic, and alive will only make people want to kill him.

"Ah Mo, you look at the towering mountains of Jiuxiao City in the distance, people stand on the top of the mountain and look at it, they will feel that every qiē in this world is so small, so that the mind is instantly broad-minded, and they will only feel that the past qiē is just a floating cloud on the horizon, which can be erased with a wave of his hand; You look at the waterfall that flows down the mountain stream, rushing into the river, reluctant to give up day and night, and never look back, when you see the waterfall, you will also feel that life is the same, you can't look back, you always have to look forward. ”

The national teacher raised his eyes and looked into the distance, pointed to a tomb in the distance, and said slowly: "But if you look at those mausoleums with inscriptions, whether they are people or immortals, after death, they are only in this small piece of loess, isolating all kinds of disturbances in life." In fact, I envy the ordinary immortals who sleep in this cemetery...... They live in silence and die in silence, like ants, and after three generations, no one will remember their names - but when they die, they can leave the tomb half empty, with the name of their partner engraved in black letters, waiting for the other party to be buried together in the same cave after death, and then paint the name in vermilion. ”

He muttered some trivial topics, but his tone was sad: "I am very envious. This seat has been for Zhongtian all his life, and the sword is like a dream, but he has lived in the shadows all his life, has never seen the sun, and will never have the opportunity to experience life, old age, sickness, death, love and hatred, like ordinary people in the personal world......"

The sea breeze blew the master's snow-white clothes and hunted and flew away, but his expression was calm and unmoving, and there was extreme loneliness between his eyebrows.

I looked at it in a daze, but I couldn't say a word of comfort. As a teacher of the Middle Heaven Kingdom, but experiencing the loneliness of the unbearable cold in the heights, is it the master's blessing or his sin? Affectionate and heartless, wise and old, the world is unforgiving. Although the stars in the sky are incomparably vast, and the stars are as innumerable as grains of sand in the eyes of others, they are as familiar as their own palm prints in the eyes of the Master.

I snuggled quietly beside him, but said silently in my heart, but Master, Amo will be by your side, and will always be by your side.

At this moment, the master stood up, and with a movement of his hand, a starry flame rose from his palm, and then fell to the dead grass under the cliff.

Soon the flames devoured the dead grass under the tombstones like a serpent, and the fiery red patches tumbled and rolled around, burning fiercely around a desolate cemetery, making a sizzling sound, as if an evil spirit was wailing in the flames......

None of us spoke, quietly watching the wildfire burning in the twilight below the cliff. After the fire was over, only a charred black ground remained between the cemetery, but I knew that new green life would slowly grow from it in the future.

“…… It's all burned. The master suddenly whispered something missing.

I looked up at him, reached out and grabbed Master's sleeve as if he would suddenly disappear into the flames, and said, "Yes, Master...... It's all over - you said that only by letting it pass, life and death are empty, feelings are empty, and everything is empty, can you be completely comfortable......"

When the national teacher heard this, he raised his hand and stroked my head, and said lightly: "Amo, you have grown up." ”

Winter is long and hard, all things lie dormant on the land, and life is the same, all living beings are suffering, but, alive, one day the flowers will bloom again, migratory birds turn back, live, wait for the moon to rise again, one day, spring solstice.

I raised my hand and looked at my palm, Dugu Ziye died, and the master wanted to kill him but came to pay tribute to him. So, is there anyone I want to miss after I kill them? Shaking his head, the only person I want to kill is the national witch Zhenlan, but if she dies, I won't have any nostalgia. I just don't think I'm killing fast enough.

The people I miss include my father, my mother, the lord of Chaoyan, and Dongge.

Before I met Master, I just valued the most ordinary family and friendship in the world. After entering the Taishang Shrine, I realized that in this world, there is still such affection as the master treats me. What about the third brother, when I think of the third brother, my heart hurts, it hurts so much, I can't think about it, when I think about it, I feel that I shouldn't be standing here now, I should go back to Xiliang to see him, but just like Wei Wuji's promise, unless I find what he wants, I will never have the opportunity to see the third brother, what should I do?

A cold wind blew, and I shivered, and was about to wrap my clothes tightly, but I heard a voice say, "What time is it?" ”

I looked up and saw Master's cold eyes, "Ah Mo doesn't know, but we should go back quickly." ”

The national teacher looked up at the sky and nodded: "Okay, let's go." ”

As he spoke, he walked down the mountain, and I hurriedly packed up the basket and followed his footsteps down the mountain.

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