"What if I just don't pay it back?"

Bai Yun glanced at Chang Geng, with provocation and anger in his tone.

This provocation made Bai Yun lose the immaturity and coquettishness of a girl, as well as the charm brought by the melon seed face, but instead looked like jade, with a refined temperament like an ice and snow jade tree, and a kind of resolute and resolute beauty.

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Looking at the body lying in the pile of branches, Daoist Yun Qing felt a little heavy.

These days, there are a lot of such scenarios.

Those who died of the plague. You can't enter the ancestral grave, and the body itself is infectious. Heavy rain caused water to fill the old pits in the cemetery, and it was impossible to dig new ones. Had to set fire to it.

Sometimes it's a lonely one, sometimes it's a family, sometimes it's a bunch.

A living person who is alive and laughing. After death, they are often piled up in a heap like that.

As the flames devoured it, it turned to ashes.

............

It is so easy for man to be born, and so easy for man to die.

Cultivating the Tao and seeking immortals, in the end, what you seek is immortality. What is the end of eternal life? Isn't it death?

The saints recorded in the history books have already reached the realm of Da Luo Jin Xian, and they have all fallen in the Great War.

If cultivating immortals is not for immortality, then for what?

Daoist Yun Qing suddenly felt an unprecedented bewilderment.

Chang Geng rushed over, stood next to the pile of dead branches, hesitated slightly, and then squatted down, wanting to pick up the seventh junior brother Changle and move it to the side, cremating alone.

The seventh junior brother died because he wanted to save him, and he Chang Geng should let the seventh junior brother leave with dignity. Instead of being a scum like Uncle Sanshi, he ended up getting mixed up.

"When people die, the lights go out, and the leaves fall back to their roots. Why should a cultivator cling to a shell? What does it make if you're together or not? In the end, it's just a handful of dust. A pinch of ash, a handful of soil, how can there be a distinction between good and evil?"

Yun Qingdao said in a deep voice, feeling a little melancholy in his heart.

Chang Geng was stunned for a moment. Still stubbornly moved the seventh junior brother to the side. Carefully help the seventh junior brother wipe the blood stains on his face and hands. picked up the robe that the seventh junior brother had put on the side of the fire to roast, and found that it was still half-dry.

Just now, he also promised the seventh junior brother not to worry, there must be a way to dry wet clothes.

At this time, the junior brother ......

The heart is stagnant, unusually sour.

Chang Geng sat cross-legged, held his junior brother's half-dry robe in his arms, and began to gather energy. Forced to dry his junior brother's robe through his own true qi, and then dressed him neatly.

Then re-set the branches and lay out the dead leaves. Helplessly, I found that the dead leaves of the branches were divided into two piles, which was quite insufficient.

Yun Qingdao Dao Chang frowned, although Chang Geng was a little indecisive, and even clumsy, his love and righteousness were touching. I can't bear it, and I insist on advice:

"If you don't have enough firewood, you won't burn it completely...... It will affect his future reincarnation......"

Chang Gung was silent. He believed what Daoist Yun Qing said.

He pulled out a square of dark blue cloth folded into a square from his bag on the ground. Standing up, he unfolded it layer by layer, smoothed it from the inside out, and then gently lifted it again, and then carefully spread it on the body of the seventh junior brother Changle.

Only then did it become clear that it was a small plush blanket not much thicker than a silk coat.

Changle covered himself with a blanket, and the whole person seemed to be asleep, with a smile on his chubby face and thick lips that seemed to be snoring.

"Seventh Senior Brother......" Chang Geng couldn't help but let out a low sigh, tears rolling down. "In the next life, we will be brothers again, and we will cultivate immortals together. You ......"

He thought that in the end, the seventh junior brother was obviously seriously injured. Obviously, the strength is too weak, and he can't beat the banshee in red. But in order to save himself, he rushed forward desperately.

But he could only follow the arrangement of the master, pretend to be weak and powerless, and be completely unable to resist, and perform a scene to confuse the third uncle and the second junior brother to make a move.

If it weren't for the death of their junior brother, they probably wouldn't believe that Chang Geng's strength was inferior to that of the banshee. I wouldn't be so eager to take advantage of the chaos to snatch the Heavenly Pole Sword.

Chang Geng couldn't help but feel sour in his throat, choked up and couldn't speak, and couldn't speak for a long time, "Seventh Senior Brother, I forgot to tell you just now that Master did say that you are the most spiritually rooted person among us. Remember to wait for me over there, and wait for me to be reincarnated together and then become brothers. ”

After Chang Geng said this, he squatted on the ground and cried out loud.

This honest and honest seventh junior brother has always been his own follower.

In the mountains before, not only was he diligent and hardworking, but he was also hardworking and complaining, rushing to do all kinds of dirty work.

I have to eat ten bowls of rice for each meal, and in the face of the jokes or contempt of my classmates, I only smile innocently, and I don't argue with half a sentence. Sometimes there is not enough food in the mountains, and he will go to the river to catch fish at night, silently replenishing nutrition for everyone, and not asking for half a word of praise.

Daoist Yun Qingdao patted Chang Geng's violently trembling shoulders and lit two fires one after another.

The fire burned fiercely, and little by little, the flames devoured the two bodies inside.

Chang Geng squatted on the ground, throwing the branches on the side into the center from time to time. His expression was solemn, and his face was flushed from the flames.

The tears are not as good as they were just now, they can't flow anymore, they are stuffed in my heart and blocked there. Staring at the fire, my mind went blank, but I felt sadder than tears.

It's strange that the flames of the two fires are not the same color.

The third senior uncle Xuan Sidao was red, and the seventh junior brother Changle was blue.

Especially when the little blue blanket is lit, there is a special smell. The color of the flame is very special, first pink, then purplish-red, and finally deep purple.

Could it be ......

Yun Qingdao was stunned for a moment, subconsciously glanced at Chang Geng, and then went to find the figure of the little fox. Paradoxically, I hope she's just gone.

There were too many chaotic emergencies just now, and my mind was all on Changping's "demonization" and the plans of the head of the "Qionghua faction", and I completely forgot about the seriously injured little fox.

This blanket is woven from the body surface of the thousand-year-old nine-tailed silver fox. Not usually, the nine-tailed fox has long fluffy hairs on its tail. Because it is an extremely fine fluff, it can be so soft, light, delicate and warm.

It is precisely because of the small amount that it is extremely rare, and the number of nine-tailed silver foxes needed to make a thin blanket cannot be estimated at all. As we all know, the nine-tailed fox is difficult to catch, and the nine-tailed silver fox is even more difficult to obtain because of its ancient godhead and its residence in a hidden ancestral land.

Therefore, as far as the human race is concerned, the blanket that has just been burned is extremely rare and precious, and it can be said to be priceless. It's a pity that it was burned casually.

And Chang Geng's act of burying his fellow disciples without caring about such a priceless treasure made Daoist Yunqing surprised and admired.

And for the demon clan of the nine-tailed fox clan with an ancient godhead, this means that the same kind will be wiped out by cramps and skins, and the blood sea is deep.

Daoist Yunqing didn't want Bai Yun to see this scene from the bottom of his heart. I don't want her to know the secret of this blanket.

Obviously, the shemale has a different path, and it is clear that the nine-tailed silver fox was captured to take its hair, and from the perspective of human morality and professional standards, there is nothing wrong with it. At this time, he seemed to have an indescribable and inexplicable pity and pity for the little fox in his heart.

It's just that the little fox is still there.

She stood in the direction of the temple gate, very close to the temple gate.

Facing Yunqing Dao Chang and Chang Gung.

It was dark and raining heavily.

I couldn't see her expression clearly, but I could see that her body was stiff, trembling slightly, and her fists were clenched.

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