"Tell me, what are you coming from?" Mo Zangqiu slowly got up and asked Xiao Jiange and Huang Yuxin.

"Alas, it's not a secret, the juniors came here this time to ask for something from the seniors" Xiao Jiange also got up and said with a fist at Mo Zangqiu.

"Oh, what?," Mo Zangqiu's eyes showed a little surprise.

"Biluo azaleas. Xiao Jiange said slowly.

"Biluo azalea" Mo Zangqiu's eyes shook when he heard this, revealing a little nostalgia.

"Come with me. Mo Zangqiu swept his sleeves and said, and then took Xiao Jiange and Huang Yuxin towards the backyard.

Everyone walked through the sea of flowers and came to the backyard of the courtyard, and suddenly the scene changed, which made people's eyes shine.

I saw that the backyard was full of grass, there was a peach tree in full bloom, the falling flowers were colorful, there was a bluestone next to the peach tree, and there was a turquoise rhododendron blooming above it, the petals were blue and green intersecting, and its lace was a layer of white.

The rhododendron is pink, which is well known to the world, but the azalea in front of him is actually green and blue, which cannot but be called peculiar.

Rhododendron blooms, from the Yellow Spring.

"Is this the Biluo cuckoo, it's really beautiful. Huang Yuxin's eyes couldn't help but light up when she saw this flower, and she exclaimed.

"What you asked for this flower, but his relatives and friends are injured?" Mo Zangqiu asked Xiao Jiange in a loud voice.

Biluo rhododendron, flowers bloom in yellow springs, Biluo rhododendron is a high-grade medicinal material, Xiao Jiange would not have come to ask for herbs if it were not for this demand, it can be seen that his relatives around him must be in difficulty.

"Alas, don't hide it from the seniors, the younger friends are seriously injured, and only this flower can be saved. Xiao Jiange sighed.

"Ha, if ordinary people ask for this flower, I may be reluctant to give it, but since you have untied the hidden head left by my wife, I will give it to you. Mo Zangqiu looked at the peculiar cuckoo and sighed, his eyes gentle.

"Senior, what is the meaning of this flower?" Xiao Jiange couldn't help but ask, since this flower can be regarded as a treasure by his predecessors, it must have an extraordinary rhyme.

"Alas, indeed, there is another one of these flowers, but when we meet, it is planted by my wife's control of the spirit son, and it has been ten years now, and it is my wife's favorite flower, and I have been enjoying the flowers for ten years since my wife's death. Mo Zangqiu said slowly.

He looked at the dreamlike azalea with tender eyes, as if he were looking at a lover, and muttered in a low voice

"For me, seeing flowers is like seeing people. ”

Xiao Jiange's heart trembled, a trace of unbearability flashed in his eyes, Huang Yuxin was even more moved, the man in front of him was really infatuated with his father, no wonder his father was able to get acquainted with the person in front of him.

Xiao Jiange's eyes trembled, and his heart hesitated, this flower is undoubtedly a kind of sustenance for Mo Zangqiu, and it is also the source of strength that has supported him to live alone in the past ten years, if he takes it away, it will not be a great harm to his predecessors, but if he does not take it away, how should Duan Yuran's injury be good.

Xiao Jiange fell into a dilemma for a while, and his heart was bitter, one side was the spirit of his predecessors, and the other side was his best friend.

Xiao Jiange closed his eyes, exhaled deeply, and when he opened his eyes again, his eyes had already turned into determination.

Duan Yuran was seriously injured and dying for himself, how could he not save himself when he saw death, even if he hurt the heart of his predecessors, he had to save Duan Yuran.

"Seniors, I'm sorry, the juniors really need this flower very much, and I beg your understanding. Xiao Jiange helplessly hugged Mo Zangqiu.

Mo Zangqiu stared at Xiao Jiange for a long time, and then smiled, with a smile in his eyes, "It seems that that person is very important to you." ”

Xiao Jiange was silent for a moment, "Yes, very important. ”

"Haha, this kid of yours also values love and righteousness, I am a scholar, naturally I am willing to be an adult, if my wife is definitely willing to do this good deed, not to mention that you will be liberated for me. Mo Zangqiu said slowly, and then waved his robe, but saw that the blue azalea that grew on the bluestone suddenly burst out of the sky and flew into Xiao Jiange's hand.

Xiao Jiange hurriedly caught it, "Thank you seniors for your success!" Xiao Jiange said cautiously to Mo Zangqiu, his heart full of admiration for him.

"Haha, it doesn't matter. Mo Zangqiu said with a smile.

The three of them came to the courtyard before

"Let's go," Mo Zangqiu said with a smile, his expression relaxed, and a light suddenly appeared on his body.

Xiao Jiange's eyes froze, he knew that Mo Zangqiu's predecessor had fulfilled his long-cherished wish, and he actually wanted to solve it at this moment.

Hmm? Xiao Jiange sighed lightly in his heart, then made up his mind and said slowly

"Senior, do you really understand the meaning of this poem?" Xiao Jiange couldn't help but look up at the few lines of poetry on the cyan boulder and asked out loud.

"Hmm, isn't his poem explained?" Mo Zangqiu was stunned when he heard this, and couldn't help asking.

"That's right, isn't this poem solved?" Huang Yuxin also looked at Xiao Jiange suspiciously.

Xiao Jiange shook his head, "Senior, you should know that the meaning of this poem is not in the poem, but in the person, since the original intention of the Lingzi to leave this poem is to let the seniors survive well, but senior, have you really let the Lingzi's predecessors get their wish now?"

Mo Zangqiu's body shook when he heard this, and his face showed a stunned expression.

"Is she really happy that the senior soldiers are looking for her and leaving?" Xiao Jiange continued.

"Alas, I understand what you mean, but I already have a will to die, and no matter how much you try to persuade me. Mo Zangqiu said, his expression gloomy.

Xiao Jiange suddenly felt a little anxious, could it be that he could really only watch his seniors leave?

Can we only watch our predecessors die and disappear? Can we only watch a generation of Venerable Beings fall?

Xiao Jiange is unwilling, and he really doesn't want to.

What should I do? How to let a person live when he has the will to die? Xiao Jiange's heart was full of thoughts, and he couldn't help but look at the bluestone in front of him. First Literary Network

Yes, the only way to let a person who has the will to die live is to let him have the hope of living.

Xiao Jiange suddenly felt open-minded when he thought of this, and immediately spoke, his words were not shocking.

"Senior, you know that Emperor Shakti has been ambushed"

As soon as the words fell, Mo Zangqiu's eyes suddenly lit up, his face showed a look of emotion, and he stared at Xiao Jiange and asked

"Really?"

"Yes, it was the juniors and their friends who took advantage of the situation to join forces with the righteous path masters Chen Wufeng and Jiang Jiuhuang to kill them in the Savage Mountain Range. Xiao Jiange said.

"Good, good, good, happy. Mo Zangqiu laughed, his clothes agitated.

"Alas, although Emperor Shakti is dead, the Demon Cult has not been completely eradicated. Xiao Jiange sighed.

"Indeed," Mo Zangqiu's expression couldn't help but be a little solemn when he heard this.

"I can't hide it from my predecessors, in recent days, people in the Demon Sect have appeared frequently, and I am afraid that the Demon Sect will come out of the Central Plains again in the near future, and I am afraid that it will be another bloody storm. Xiao Jiange said in a heavy tone.

"What's more, why did Emperor Shakti dare to come to rebel against the sect and control Lingzi to death in the past? It must have been instructed by the people behind the scenes of the Demon Sect, did the predecessors want to let go of the Demon Sect? Do they want to let go of the real murderers? Do the predecessors want to let the people of the world live in fire and water? Could it be that the scholars who had a righteous heart in the past are gone? Are the seniors willing to meet their beloved like this?" Xiao Jiange said impassionedly, expressing his enthusiasm, listening to Mo Zangqiu, Huang Yu's heart was surging, but he was stunned for a while.

Mo Zangqiu was so shocked that he looked at Xiao Jiange, who was excited and dissatisfied in front of him, and was speechless, but when he saw Xiao Jiange, he suddenly came to Mo Zangqiu excitedly.

actually made three series respectfully, and cheered

"In Xia Xiao Jiange, I am willing to ask my predecessors for the common people in the world, and implore my predecessors to contribute to the future battle of righteousness and demons, and save the common people from fire and water!"

Xiao Jiange said and knelt down on one knee.

The cold wind is bleak, and the leaves are falling.

Mo Zangqiu's eyes shook and looked at the figure in a mink coat kneeling down on one knee in front of him, a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his heart was full of mixed feelings.

Isn't such a figure the same person who fought under the public pavilion decades ago? Isn't it the same person who asked for the common people to fight in the first place?

Mo Zangqiu was full of emotion for a while, looking at the figure in front of him and speechless.

After a long time, Mo Zangqiu smiled bitterly

"Thou shalt not be so agitated"

"The younger generation knows," Xiao Jiange said firmly.

"Alas, even if the Demon Sect comes out again in the future, what reason do I have to help you? What reason do I have to fight for the people of the world?And what reason do I have to fight for those so-called famous families?" Mo Zangqiu said with his hands behind his back.

"Yes, I am a descendant of martial arts, if there is a need in the future, I am willing to stand up for the righteous path and call for a fight against the Demon Sect, yes, because I know that my predecessors are not only the former sword landscape and ink hidden in autumn, but also the scholar Yue Luchun of the year!" Xiao Jiange said firmly.

Huang Yuxin's eyes were shocked, and his heart was shocked, it turned out that the scholar of that year was named Yue Luchun, which was the real name of the predecessor in front of him.

"Martial Idiot Descendant" Mo Zangqiu's eyes froze, and "Hahahaha" immediately burst out laughing, the laughter was shocking, and the fallen leaves were flying.

"Yes, only the descendants of the martial idiot can ask for the help of such a master as the Nine Emperors of the Dustless River, no wonder Emperor Shakti can be buried in the Barbarian Mountain Range. ”

Mo Zangqiu sighed, and then flicked his fingers behind his hand, and a token suddenly burst out of the air and flew into Xiao Jiange's arms.

The token was made of wood, and there was a word on it, Spirit!

"Senior, what does this mean?" Xiao Jiange didn't know why, looked at the wooden card in his hand and asked Mo Zangqiu in front of him.

"Ha, originally today you have been able to give flowers to Shiwu twice, since you are so intentional, then I will do what you wish, and how about dedicating yourself to the righteous path in the future? Mo Zangqiu said with a smile.

"Senior" Xiao Jiange suddenly felt a sour nose and tears in his eyes.

What a kind of mind this is, even though the decency was so wronged to him in the past, he still has a righteous heart and is willing to do his part for the right path in the future.

"Ha, go, when the time comes, you will not stop me from going to see my beloved. Mo Zangqiu said with a smile.

Xiao Jiange's heart trembled, he got up slowly, cautiously accepted the wooden card in his hand, put it in his arms, and then made a compilation of Mo Zangqiu, and then left with Huang Yuxin.

At the moment of leaving, Xiao Jiange couldn't help but look back.

In the quiet courtyard, a brown and white robe stood quietly, the surrounding fallen leaves were flying, the bluestone was towering, and the Tibetan poem was still engraved, but it was extraordinary in Xiao Jiange's eyes at the moment.

Poetry is no longer a poem, but an untold story, but a soul-stirring spirit.

Because, the poem has been endowed with a soul by the figure in the brown and white robe in front of him.

After the two left

Mo Zangqiu looked at this full spring court, his face showed emotion, and a figure appeared in his mind, and he couldn't help muttering in a low voice

"In the past, you passed on my swordsmanship, and in the future, I will go out of the mountain for your heirs. ”

After saying that, Mo Zangqiu couldn't help but look up at the sky.

Year after year, spring goes and autumn comes again.

"Beloved wife, I have to wait for me for a while. ”