Chapter 157: Flowing Cloud Tent (20)

The clouds were thick and the lightning was shining.

The vast continent, which usually had a bright sky, was gloomy and gloomy, shrouded in layers of black gas, as if there would be bean-sized raindrops falling in the next moment, bringing a violent hurricane.

He Xuan closed his eyes, and the scene of that day appeared in front of him.

It was also such a sleepless morning, and the sky was not as bright as usual. As the dark clouds churned, the black pressure sank downward, as if to swallow the whole world in this thick darkness.

The mournful music that had been babbling outside the imperial city for a week finally subsided at this moment. He Xuan got up from the front of the mourning hall and glanced out, his body swayed slightly, and he was slightly dizzy.

In front of his father's funeral hall for several days, his legs and feet were numb. He was dizzy, staggered a few steps, reached out to prop himself on the door frame, stabilized his body, and slowed down for a while before his vision gradually became clearer. He looked up—a group of men dressed in mourning clothes and linen priesthoods were walking neatly in this direction.

The group wore exaggerated figurine masks on their faces. The pale skin was smeared with pitch-black curved eyebrows and bright red round blush, and under the blush, the red lips were curved, and it looked slightly eerie and terrifying.

And on top of the plain mourning clothes, there are strange ghost snake charms embroidered, climbing all the way. This ghost pattern looks like a white pickaxe from a distance, and looks black and dull like charcoal up close, which is very magical.

It seems that the group of people wearing human masks and wearing ghost patterns are "necromancers".

This is the highest standard burial rite of the northern royal family except for the emperor. Seven days to stop the spirit to cry the spirit, when the spirit rises, by the "dead soul" queue to dance the ghost dance to pray for blessings, and then the coffin calls the spirit, and the long wind sends each other. It is rumored that in this funeral method of "protecting the dead and sending the gods together", the soul of the deceased can go straight to the blue sky and ascend to the immortal.

The long wind rises, and the flag flutters.

At the same time, the necromancers stood in line.

Due to the special ghost patterns on the mourning clothes, from a distance, the long necromantic procession turned from black to white, which has the meaning of taking off the mortal fetus and turning into immortals. It is said that if the flag floats eastward, the soul of the deceased will turn into white light, rise up in the coffin, and slide through the necromantic team into the sky, and ascend to the immortal.

He Xuan looked at all this expressionlessly, remembering the time when he was holding the wake for his brother - the first time he received the funeral, and the heart-rending feeling of grief seemed to have completely disappeared in an instant, only turning into bursts of numbness. At that time, he looked at his father's busy figure and the gray hair that seemed to have grown overnight, and his heart was very sore.

All along, he lived under the protection of his father and brother and grew up carefree, but now that his brother died suddenly, he could do nothing but kneel in front of the mourning hall.

After several ups and downs in his heart, he finally stopped his father in front of the main hall of the Spirit Hall, and announced his decision, "I have already decided to participate in the Heavenly Trial. ”

He looked at his father in front of him, and easily noticed that the person in front of him, who had always been tall and mighty, seemed to have aged rapidly in the half month after his brother's death, and even the furrow on his forehead had increased in an instant.

The elder brother married in a hurry, and his father did not follow him personally due to the affairs of the DPRK and China, so even he could not go to Weicheng to welcome his relatives for various reasons. He was full of regret in his heart, and he couldn't sleep all night for half a month, constantly asking himself, why didn't he go to Weicheng with his brother? Why wasn't my brother by his side when he died?

Even...... He even saw his brother for the last time... I haven't seen it either!

He Xuan hated poisoning himself.

But now, it has long been useless.

Time will not be turned back, and my brother will not be resurrected.

He couldn't do anything but make up his mind - to participate in the Trials of the Heavens, trying to find an opportunity to avenge his brother.

At that time, what did my father say?

He said, "Don't blame your father! ”

He Xuan easily heard his father's guilt and remorse.

His father thought he was blaming him.

The elder brother and the father, because of the mother, have always been at odds. But I have never seen my mother since I was born, and I don't know the reason, even if my father cares for me and my brother cares for me, I sometimes ask why I came to this world? If he had not existed, might his mother not have died because of giving birth to him? The relationship between my father and my brother doesn't stiffen, right?

And now, if he insisted on going to Weicheng at that time, would my brother also be spared?

Where would he blame his father?

He just hated himself!

But at that time, the pain in my heart was too great, how could I explain these things?

He bit his jaw and snuggled his mouth, but he didn't say much, turned around and left, for fear that if he couldn't control his emotions and collapsed, he would cry in front of his father.

The son of the royal family, how can he cry easily? How can you avenge your brother for such a weak act?! Not to mention the death of his brother, his father's heart was already sad, how could he add to his father's pain?

After his brother was buried, he left Hefu overnight and went to Nameless Island to participate in the Qingtian Trial, without explaining anything to his father. Later, when he returned to the imperial city, the situation in the palace was changing rapidly, and he was busy running around, and he did not have the opportunity to sit down with his father and have a good talk.

He thought... There will be time later.

But now...... No more chances. I have no chance to express the love and dependence that I have lost in my growth and desire to express, I have no chance to explain the misunderstandings that have survived in time, and I have no chance to say that sentence in person-

"Father, I never hated you!"

Father, I never hated you. I'm even... I don't blame you.

But these words, he never had a chance to say again. He could no longer know what he was thinking in his father's last moments as he died. What are you worried about? Do you still have regrets?