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Chapter 1023 Origin (13)

After Feng Zu took his leave, a group of his disciples also left one after another. Only two young men with clear eyebrows were left, one of them with the word "B" on his chest and the other with the word "C" on his chest, standing respectfully.

Ye Qingcheng glanced up at them and said, "You guys go out first, I'll call you if there's something." ”

The two teenagers bowed their heads in unison and said, "Yes." ”

He pondered for a while, and said to himself, "I will live here for the rest of my life, and all the thoughts will have nothing to do with me." ”

A deep sense of loneliness could not help but hit his heart, making him feel at a loss.

After a long silence, he said to Zuo Lianteng: "Xiao Ling, spit out the coffin." ”

It quickly swam into a relatively open area, its head swelling and enlarged, and then opened its mouth and spat out a twisted, filthy charred coffin. The coffin had been burned and was no longer filled with bitter cold.

Ye Qingcheng smelled a rancid smell, suddenly covered his chest, his heart ached sharply, and he had an urge to go crazy. He didn't dare to get closer, he couldn't bear to look closely at the corpses in the coffin. Everyone has naïve moments, they always think that their relatives and lovers will always exist vividly, but one day, a close relative suddenly turns into a corpse and decomposes into an appearance he does not recognize, he will cruelly realize that nothing is forever.

This process, called maturation, is quite cruel.

His mind was full of Roselle's overwhelming appearance, and he could also imagine how badly and terrifyingly Roselle's corpse was decomposed in the coffin, and because of this, he didn't look at it.

Once upon a time, in order to save him, Luo Shen was seriously injured by the enemy, and the snake's tail was revealed, she cared so much that she didn't let him see it alive or dead.

Now, she was so badly rotted that he couldn't look at it.

"I've lost her. With a wave of his hand, a silver thunder spirit curtain was condensed, and it flew onto the coffin, covering the coffin, and sealing the corpse inside, so that it would stop rotting.

"Preserve the last of his dignity, she cares most about the appearance in front of me. ”

However, his originally calm heart was surging with fierce sorrow, and what he needed so badly now was wine that his chest hurt so much that it became difficult to breathe.

He stumbled open the door, and the two teenagers were still standing quietly in the doorway.

"What's your name?"

Seeing that Ye Qingcheng's face was pale, the young man was a little flustered, he lowered his head and hurriedly said, "Can the seniors just call me Xiao Yi?"

"Xiao Yi, is there a good Xuanbing here?" Ye Qingcheng asked.

"Yes, in the cellar, I'll go and fetch it for my seniors now. Xiao Yi said.

"Your name is Xiao Bing?" Ye Qingcheng turned his head and asked the other teenager.

"Ugh. The young man hesitated for a moment and said, "It's okay for seniors to call it that." ”

"Didn't Feng Zu say to give me wine? You go and urge it, the more the better, I'm going to get drunk tonight." ”

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Night.

The cool wind blows, the gentle crescent moon sheds silver light, and the sparse stars slant across the sky.

At night, a faint cloud drifted from time to time.

The house is full of empty wine jars, and the smell of wine can directly intoxicate people. Ye Qingcheng got up from the empty wine jar in a drowsy manner, looked around the bleak room, a dark blue and exquisite coffin, which was built, and the bones of Luo Shen inside were wrapped in layers of snow-white silk.

The two teenagers, lying on their backs, were already asleep.

A warm current rushed into his heart, and he picked up the blanket, walked up to them gently, and draped it over them. They were just fourteen or fifteen years old, and when he was their age, he had just embarked on the path of animal trainers.

Then, he picked up the scarlet dragon's claw flower on the table and walked out of the room in the moonlight. The night outside was extremely quiet, and the spiritual mountains were suspended in the sky, and the misty clouds and mist passed by.

The breeze is slightly cool, and the moon is bright and the stars are scarce. He took a deep breath and felt refreshed.

The mountain where he lives is also floating in the sky, and he looks down and there are ordinary dwellings on the ground. Several cities built on the ground were still lit up. Obviously, these disciples and grandchildren of Feng Zu are immortals, and those who live on the earth are mortals.

He smiled slightly, no matter how peaceful this place is, there is still a distinction between noble and lowly. He gently sniffed the dragon claw flower in his hand, there was no taste, but this flower was called Manzhu Sawa in the human world, and it was rumored to be a flower from the underworld. This kind of flower is enchanting and beautiful, noble and fiery, and it is a kind of soul-nourishing flower and plant, which is not rare. The flowers in his house are used to help him recover, not for ornamentation.

By this time, the two teenagers had woken up, and they walked out of the room quietly, with embarrassment on their faces.

"Senior, we were drunk with alcohol and accidentally fell asleep—" said a teenager, scratching his head.

"It's fine. Ye Qingcheng said with a smile. Then, he pointed to a majestic floating mountain in front of him and said, "Is that mountain us?"

"Yes, the ten spiritual mountains around are all seniors. Xiao Yi said with admiration: "Only the direct disciples of Master Zu can obtain a spiritual mountain. The seniors got eleven at once, which shows what a distinguished guest you are. ”

"The predecessor is the benefactor of the Great Star Domain, and he is the biggest hero after the Divine War, of course, he must be treated well. The boy said.

"Prepare a few axes, and from tomorrow we will finish cutting down the trees on the mountain. Ye Qingcheng said.

The two teenagers looked at him in surprise, confused.

"Xiao Yi, tomorrow you go and collect the seeds of the dragon claw flower, how many you will collect, I will plant that mountain full of dragon claw flowers. His ears couldn't help but echo her words: At that time, the earth was black, and the purple clouds drifted in the sky, and beautiful flowers were spreading all over the ground, bright red and red. At that time, I was a little girl......

"Seniors want to build a flower hall?" Xiao Yi asked in surprise.

"It's not. Ye Qingcheng looked up at the crescent moon above his head and said, "Build a tomb for her." ”

She is so distressing that she can't change reality, she can only use fantasy to beautify the cruelty of reality. She stubbornly recalls the corpses of hundreds of millions of nested snakes as a sea of flowers, just to render the most important encounter in her life, and to cover up the humility in her heart.

Now, everything is over, and he has become a real idler. The only important thing is to build a flower sea tomb for her.

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Three years later.

There was goose feather snow dancing on the sky, and Ye Qingcheng was awakened by a rapid sound of slamming the door. He casually put on a nightgown, then took a cloth belt and tied a piece of loose silver hair into braids. He was sleepy-eyed, and his beard was long, and he looked very lazy and sloppy.

In the past few years, he has not cultivated except cutting trees and planting flowers, but his cultivation has still reached the realm of demigods. The spiritual power here is too strong, even if he doesn't practice hard, his cultivation will grow slowly.

However, he has no enemies, and he can only prolong his life if he wants to cultivate. Therefore, being strong did not appeal to him at all.

"It's late autumn, why is it snowing?" Ye Qingcheng pushed open the door and muttered vaguely.

However, the moment the door opened, he was stunned.

On the majestic spiritual mountain in front of you, it was like a fire, and the mountain was bright red! Thousands of dragon claw flowers bloomed overnight!

It's beautiful, it's spectacular!

For a moment, tears blurred his eyes, and he choked up: "You go and prepare scissors and razors, I want to bathe and change clothes, she chose to be buried today." ”

It is an anomaly for dragon claw flowers to bloom in the snow. In Ye Qingcheng's view, this is Luo Shen's choice in the dark.

The snow was flying all over the sky, the dragon claw flowers were in full bloom all over the mountain, and Ye Qingcheng carried the Xuanbing coffin alone and stepped into the sea of flowers. He wore short silver hair, shaved off every beard, and wore a very neat and majestic dark red brocade. As if he was back in his youth, his appearance has not changed much, he is still tough and reliable. However, his eyes were deep, like a clear and tranquil ancient well.

He carried the Xuanbing coffin in one hand, his thunder sword in the other, and carried several jars of wine, walking among the snow and flowers.

The fiery red dragon claw flowers and the white snow form a very beautiful picture.

Near the top of the mountain, he planted a snow maple tree, which was only the thickness of a bowl, three years old, and very young. Next to the tree there is a good place to bury, and the grave pit has been dug.

He was excited along the way, but the moment he bent down to put down the coffin, the weight that he felt had been pressing on his body disappeared, and he burst into tears.

When a person dies, it is not that he does not have breath and a heartbeat, but that another person admits from the bottom of his heart that he has lost her forever.

In a few moments, a tomb appeared in a sea of flowers, and there was not a word engraved on the white stone tombstone. Ye Qingcheng sat in front of the tomb, leaning on the young snow maple tree, and didn't know what epitaph to engrave for her. He opened the seal of the wine jar, picked up the wine jar, drank one jar of wine, and then went to open the second jar of seal.

The coffin was by his side, holding the illusion that she could still be resurrected. But when the coffin was buried in the ground, he cruelly realized that this time he really had to lose her forever. Grief was like a flood that burst its banks, rushing and drowning him.

After a long time, the jars of wine were empty, and he was very drunk. On Roselle's grave, the snow has covered it with a thin layer. At this moment, the snow-white left scale vine swam up to him, tilted his head, and looked at him sadly.

He reached out and stroked it over its head.

For a moment, it was as if he had gone back to when he was fourteen or fifteen years old.

A vigorous teenager, standing in a sea of fiery flowers, stroked a white snake and exclaimed, "It's so beautiful!"

The torrent of memories is turbulent and rushing: the West Sea is her most heroic time, and she has been guarding them like an empress from heaven. When Ye Qingcheng saw her naked body, the shock made him unforgettable, he was aroused for the first time the most primitive desire, although he certainly restrained himself, but the countless days and nights that followed, he was reminiscing repeatedly. He didn't feel filthy because of this, but he became more and more concerned about her.

Later, he did the most guilty thing in his life. On Suigetsu Island, he chased Miyagawa Xue, but she was lonely in a pavilion alone. He didn't realize until now what a cruel thing it was. However, later in the dragon clan, where did she get the courage to love him like a moth to a fire?

When the dragons were trapped, they were close to each other and died for life.

In his heart, she once surpassed Miyagawa Yuki, but after being rescued, he didn't dare to admit it and lost her again. More than a decade later, they meet again, and her love remains the same. However, she learned to be obedient, not to fight, not to cry or make trouble, but also not to give up, she chose the most distressing way and waited quietly.

He thought he would be loved by another woman forever.

In the end, on the night of his wedding, as it is snowing all over the sky now, he lost the most painful love of his life!

From beginning to end, she did not do anything evil, but in the end she died in an empty dream, without any relatives or friends present, and died tragically alone in the snowy night. She came alone, and finally walked alone, and only kept an illusory bright color in her life, that is, love.

Ye Qingcheng was so grief-stricken that he could barely control himself.

He hugged Xiaoling, as if hugging her, and remembered her last words: If you resurrect me, what will you do to me?

"If I were given another chance, I would be like a father who loves his daughter and will not let you suffer a little grievance;

If I were given another chance, I would be like a brother who loves his sister, and will not let you be hurt in the slightest;

If you give me another chance, I will be like a shadow, and I will never leave you;

If I am given another chance, I will be like a loyal lover, holding you tightly and no longer making you feel a trace of loneliness......"

The snow was still falling endlessly, and the sea of dragon's claw flowers bloomed in silence.

He knelt in the snow, hugged the left scale vine, and wailed.

In the midst of his vows and sorrows, Xiao Ling's one eye closed, and a tear slipped from the corner of his eye. At the same time, the sarcoma on its forehead kept wriggling, as if something was about to burst......

In front of the Wind God Temple, the cotton ball-like Wind Ancestor, standing in front of the Wind God Temple, overlooking the snow scene of Lingshan Mountain in the distance.

"Ten thousand trees withered, but snow fell, and all things were born. Feng Zu sighed.

At this moment, an extremely fast, transparent energy layer swept in from a distance, and it swept silently, at an extremely fast speed, the spiritual mountains on the heavenly dome.

"Master, what is that?" exclaimed a group of little old men behind him.

In an instant, on the spiritual mountains, all the withered dead trees pulled out new shoots. When the circle of energy swept past them, it was like a spring breeze blowing, with an indescribable tenderness.

"Click!!"

Suddenly, a silver lightning bolt exploded in the sky, and Ye Qingcheng instantly fell to the square. He looked unusually nervous, carrying a mysterious three-foot-long white cocoon in his left hand and a shriveled snakeskin in his right hand.

His face still had tears on his face, but he had completely sobered up.

"Feng Zu, why did Xiao Ling suddenly wither?" Ye Qingcheng raised the shriveled white snake skin in his right hand, and then asked in a hurry, "Also, why does this white cocoon grow on its head?"

Feng Zu stared at the white cocoon, and his eyes were about to pop out. His very old body was trembling incessantly, and it became more and more violent. In the end, he didn't say a word, his legs were weak, and he knelt down in front of Ye Qingcheng's feet.