When leaving Meng Pozhuang, Wen Zhuo boiled a pot of water on the stove with his own hands, and when the water boiled, he sat on the steps of the courtyard with a sad and helpless face, poured two cups of tea, sat alone, and quietly looked at the gate outside the village, looking through it, thinking that he should have been sitting here for the rest of the world, waiting for the moment when he appeared from outside the door, but Wen Zhuo should know that he could no longer wait for the woman who could prepare a cup of tea for himself forever.

We stood far away and didn't bother him, and the only thing we did was to give the cup of tea next to us, which no one would drink with him, and fill it up again when it was cold and poured out.

I haven't seen Wen Zhuo cry again, crying shows that the heart hurts, how can the heartstrings be broken how to cry out, he can renew a cup of tea for Fang Xiang, but he can't continue to be indebted and regretful, at dawn the kettle just poured out the last cup of tea, Wen Zhuo got up and picked a flower from the other side in the flower garden and put it in his clothes, and left Meng Pozhuang without looking back, looking at his back, I know that the Han Yu I know is no longer there, the two debts that are as heavy as heaven and earth Han Yu can't bear it, only this god who has been suffering for thousands of years can bear this lingering regret.

He didn't look back, not because he didn't have nostalgia, but because he was afraid that he would not be able to get out of the courtyard full of flowers on the other side when he turned around, the Nine Heavens Divine Venerable who was killed by the Shenxiao Jade Mansion Si Sheng Si was now only self-deception, maybe in his heart, as long as he didn't look back, he still believed that Fang Xiang had always been on that step.

Back to the Dushan Yin Temple, it is as dark as the underworld, the lights in the hall are exceptionally bright in the dark night, Wen Zhuo stopped outside the hall but did not dare to enter, I think every time he came back to the hall, Fang Xiang would wait for him, Wen Zhuo may not believe that Fang Xiang is no longer there.

Outside the hall, he hesitated for a long time before slowly walking in, we followed behind the green lights in the hall in front of the swaying chair, a long figure shrouded Wen Zhuo inside, a full moon hung high in the sky, the bright and cold moonlight shone into the hall, Qin Yanhui slowly raised his head to look at Wen Zhuo, I saw Wen Zhuo's fingers tremble, presumably he was lucky to think that Fang Xiang might still be there.

"When you saw me in the ghost market, you asked me when the old people would reunite, and when I returned to you, the moon was full in the West Building......" Qin Yan looked back at Wen Zhuo and said in a melancholy voice.

When the word goose returns, the goose refers to Qin Yanhui, and what the West Building is full of the moon should be now, the person who counts the three worlds with five fingers will be reunited with Wen Zhuo from the beginning.

Wen Zhuo walked over, but there was no joy of reunion on his face, Qin Yan picked up the teapot in his hand, and the water in it was not too much, not too much and just a cup.

"When Fang wants to leave, let me help her pour you another cup of tea when you come back, saying that she will prepare it for you every time you come, I'm afraid you won't get used to it when she's gone......"

Qin Yanhui slowly picked up the teacup and handed it to Wen Zhuo steadily, his loneliness and loneliness were just like that cup of tea.

"Drink, don't live up to Fang Xiang's last love."

Wen Zhuo was silent, and a line of hot tears fell quietly, he cried, already silent, I knew that it was the most painful injury, in the dead courtyard, I only heard the sound of Wen Zhuo clenching his fists.

A heavy punch hit Qin Yanhui's face, and we were stunned when we watched from behind, that punch should have carried all the sadness that Wen Zhuo was heartbroken but couldn't vent.

The man who was above the Three Realms didn't dodge, he forcibly withstood Wen Zhuo's punch, and when his head turned back, there was red blood at the corner of his mouth, but his hand was as steady as a rock, and the cup of tea he was holding did not leak, and his hand was raised a little more.

"Fang wants to say that although I think wrong with you, I may have you to accompany her in this Yin Temple in this last life without regrets."

Bang!

Another punch, heavier than the last time, Qin Yanhui's head was more biased, a Tianzun who was in charge of the Thunder Empire, a overlord who looked down on the Three Realms, just like a child's fists and feet in this hall, Qin Yanhui could resist but let Wen Zhuo hit him in the face, and more blood slipped from the corners of his mouth, but he didn't react at all.

I knew that Wen Zhuo felt uncomfortable and wanted to go up and grab him, but he was pulled by the prince.

"It's too uncomfortable for him to suppress in his heart, let him vent, he will only release it in front of the people he is closest to and trust."

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"Fang wanted to say that the last time we came to this Yin Temple, she shouldn't have selfishly wanted to let you promise to drink Meng Po soup, you promised her that she wanted to plant flowers in this Yin Temple, you asked her why the flowers didn't bloom, she never told you, if she could, she would rather the flowers on the other side never bloom......" Qin Yanhui slowly turned his head, and the tea in his hand did not move at all and lifted it a little more.

Yes!

Wen Zhuo raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar, and another punch hit Qin Yanhui in the face with great force, this punch should have carried all the pain he suppressed in his heart, Qin Yanhui was beaten back by him by half a step, but the teacup in his hand still didn't move.

Qin Yan wiped a handful of blood from the corner of his mouth, took a step forward and didn't say anything to hold Wen Zhuo in his arms, at that moment all Wen Zhuo's sadness completely exploded, buried in Qin Yanhui's shoulder, crying like rain, crying like a child.

"You knew the end from the moment you saw me in the ghost market, why didn't you tell me?" Wen Zhuo asked in a choked voice.

"Why don't you understand, we once asked Fang Xiang for guidance in this Yin Temple, she asked you to drink Meng Po Tang Anxin to accompany her in the Yin Temple for a lifetime, after a lifetime, you will still get back your memory, that is what needs Fang Xiang's tears to open, God will be wiped out when he sheds tears, she has long known the ending, everything is destined from the moment you promised her, you can't change it, even if I tell you the ending, you can't change anything." Qin Yan replied with a heavy sigh and a sad expression. "Drink it, I promised to help Fang want to do the last thing for her, this cup of tea is all her affection for you, and she doesn't dare to spill a little bit in the hands of Yan Hui."

The corners of Wen Zhuo's mouth squirmed, and he slowly straightened up and took the teacup from Qin Yanhui's hand, his eyes closed helplessly, and tears just fell into the teacup, I think the bitterness in Wen Zhuo's heart was far less than the cup of tea in his hand.

Wen Zhuo raised his head and drank it all, there was still Fang Xiang's ghost-killing sword left on the side of the seat, Wen Zhuo held it in his hand and stroked it repeatedly like a treasure, and looked up at Qin Yanhui.

"It's okay, at least you, a friend, will be with her when she leaves."

"Let's build a grave for Fang Xiang, it can be regarded as a burial, at least you can come back to pay tribute to her when you want her." Qin Yan patted Wen Zhuo's shoulder back and said lightly.

Wen Zhuo nodded and turned around and walked out, just in the courtyard where the flowers were blooming on the other side, kneeling on the ground and digging a deep grave with both hands, we couldn't bear to find a shovel and wanted to help, but Qin Yan waved back to stop us.

"Don't help him, just let him do the last thing for Fang Xiang, Fang Xiang has always paid silently for him but he didn't know it, and now he can be regarded as repaying Fang Xiang."

We stopped outside the hall and looked at Wen Zhuo's fingertips in the courtyard, and the soil in the grave was dyed blood-red, and then Wen Zhuo carefully placed Fang Xiang's clothes inside, stared at it for a long time, and finally took out the flower picked from Meng Pozhuang from his arms and gently put it on his shirt.

Wen Zhuo piled up the mound of Fang Xiang's clothes, and inserted the ghost sword in front of the tomb, this tomb does not need a tombstone, because the names on the tombstone are engraved in Wen Zhuo's heart from now on, Wen Zhuo looked at the hall of the Yin Temple, and slowly opened his five fingers with a firm and majestic expression, and when the five fingers were closed, the statues of the gods enshrined in the entire Yin Temple were shattered.

"Fang wants to keep the seventh world alone in this Yin Temple, this is the Yin Temple that belongs to her alone, and she is only worthy of worshipping her!"

At that moment, I was sure that the person standing in front of the grave would definitely not be Han Yu, the Han Yu I was familiar with was no longer the same as Fang Xiang, that was the real Lord's Heavenly Disaster and Blessing, the Balance of Holding Things, the Controlling of Things and People, Si Sheng and Killing, Controlling the Thirty-six Thunder Generals of Tiangang, the Five Thunder Envoys and the Thunder Minister's General Soldiers, and the Thunder Lord Divine Venerable who was in charge of the Heavenly Cao Criminal Law and the Heavenly Punishment.

Wen Zhuo and Qin Yanhui sat alone in front of Fang Xiang's grave all night, that was their affection, maybe only they who had experienced it could understand, we stood next to Fang Xiang's clothes and looked at Fang Xiang's tomb and were speechless.

Until dawn, the morning light shone into the courtyard of the Yin Temple, and the faces of the two people in front of the tomb were as resolute as knives, Wen Zhuo stood up and took out the bowl of soup medicine that Fang Xiang finally handed him in Meng Pozhuang and looked at it for a long time.

"This is whispering, all the memories of his previous life......" Wen Zhuo's voice was sad and low. Fang wanted to say that he was afraid that I would suffer from the torment of not knowing each other in the world, and as long as I whispered and drank it, I could remember who I was......"

"Didn't you wait so long just to expect her to remember you?" Qin Yan looked back at the bowl of soup medicine in Wen Zhuo's hand and said with relief.

"Remember...... How can I remember......"

Wen Zhuo sighed heavily, and the bowl of decoction was poured by him in front of Fang Xiang's grave.

"What are you doing here?" Qin Yanhui was taken aback, reached out and grabbed Wen Zhuo's wrist, there was not much left of the decoction. "You have waited so long just to wait for Ye Qingyu to remember who you are, this is the only decoction that can remind her of the past, now that she doesn't think about it anymore, you pour out this bowl of decoction, and from now on, Ye Qingyu will never be able to remember who you are."

"Fang wants to tell me, the most painful thing in the world is to remember too much, remember Taiqing and endless waiting, you and I have experienced it, and I will continue to bear it in the future." Wen Zhuo looked at Qin Yan sadly and replied. "You and I should know better than anyone how much pain this kind of suffering is, Fang Xiang is no longer there, I don't want Ye Qingyu to remember everything in the past, she no longer has a god position, sooner or later she will be born, old, sick and die and re-enter the cycle of reincarnation, even if this life makes her remember who I am, the memory of her drinking Meng Po soup in the next life will always make her stumble and remember, I have asked someone to bear such pain for me, I don't want to whisper anymore."

Qin Yan shook his hand back, this person who respected the Three Realms but was lonely for eternity might be the best at the kind of tossing and turning that Wen Zhuo said, but lingering and waiting for the world, his hand slowly released from Wen Zhuo's wrist.

The remaining decoction in the bowl was soaked into the soil at all, and Qin Yan stared at the dissipated decoction for a long time and sighed.

"From now on, you will be as lonely as I am...... Remorseful? ”

"No regrets, since remembering the past and waiting is the most painful thing in the world, Wen Zhuo has already lived up to Fang Xiang, and he doesn't want to let Qingyu repeat the mistakes of the past, Wen Zhuo is willing to bear the torment of this eternity." Wen Zhuo looked up at Qin Yanhui, slowly stretched out his hand to wipe the blood stains on the corner of Qin Yanhui's mouth, and said with a faint smile but firmly. "Wen Zhuo once promised in front of you that he would never fail each other, and your bitterness Wen Zhuo can understand that I will bear it with you for ten thousand lifetimes."