Even if they were disdainful, jealous, or curious, everyone still stared intently at Yue Heng's handwriting, wanting to see what kind of peerless articles he could create!

"Ask the world, what is love, and the direct religion promises life and death?" Yue Heng sighed lightly, and after writing this sentence, he stopped and regretted.

Only this first sentence made Huo Zhiyun burst into tears on the spot, shocked inexplicably, and couldn't cry!

One of the wild geese died and the other party was martyred on the spot, this kind of thing made her feel incredible, and her spirit was strongly impacted, so she thought of herself, she obviously loved someone, but the other party refused to accept her, she was obviously a princess who was held in the palm of her hand by thousands of people, but on the road of feelings, even a pair of geese were not as good, who could understand her loneliness?

The strong contrast made her finally burst out, heartbroken and wanted to escape from it all.

Huozhiyun cried, her heart was in a mess, and only one voice was constantly hypnotizing her: "This is the poem written by my son-in-law, and the poem written by my son-in-law to me, this is the true love of the world, the true love of life and death......"

The other three men just thought that the writing was okay, and Huo Zhiqing even thought viciously: "Name it Touch the Fish, all the dead fish in this lake will be given to you!"

Yue Heng continued to write: "...... There are double flyers in the south and the north, and the old wings have been cold and hot several times. Happy and fun, parting bitter, there are even more crazy children. You should have words, thousands of miles of stratus clouds, thousands of mountains and twilight snow, only the shadow to whom. ”

Huozhiyun cried even harder, how many years have the geese been amphibious and flying, dependent on each other, and have never had the strength to separate them. Even if there is a brief parting in the middle. Their feelings will grow deeper and deeper. Just like the infatuated men and women in the world, the tenderness is like water when reunited, and the parting moment is unforgettable.

But now that the lover has passed away, he is lonely and alone, without a lover to spend together, who else can he snuggle with? There is no point in living, it is better to leave this indifferent world together, and there is also a companion on the Huangquan Road.

Finish writing on the top. Huo Zhiyun's eyes were covered with tears, and he could barely see anything, and the crying made the listener even more sad, and he almost cried.

Yue Heng was also very emotional, at this time and this scene, without his deliberate preparation, he entered the "immersive" and "heart path", of course, this poem was achieved overnight.

There was a slight pause, waiting for the fire cloud to wipe away the tears, and waiting for the resonant light to slowly calm down. Yue Heng deepened his breathing and tried to write out the next rhyme calmly.

"The top of Kunshan. Bihu Wonderland Vine House, Black Mist Treasure Land Pure Land. The soul is a little more groaning, and the mountain ghosts are crying in the wind. The sky is also jealous, and the warblers and swallows are all loess. Through the ages, in order to stay for the people, he sang and drank wildly, and visited Yanqiu. ”

After writing the whole word, Yue Heng's expression was solemn, and he threw his pen at Bihu.

I saw that the wolf's brush turned into a golden light, circled the lake, and made a desolate cry similar to the song of geese, causing thousands of surviving waterfowl to cry, and the geese cried like weeping, as if singing an elegy for farewell.

Eventually, the brush shot into a high platform by the lake, blasting through a large area of earth under the giant tree, and then slowly rising to become a burial mound.

Yue Heng put away the original manuscript of "Touching the Fish-Yanqiu Ci", this piece of paper strangely had no resonance, and let Yue Heng roll it up, fold it, and put it in his arms.

Then he walked up to the carcasses of the two geese, respectfully picked them up, walked resolutely to the pit of dirt that had just been blown up by the brush, buried them solemnly, and finally burned the poems in his bosom to ashes with a flame and scattered them on the small grave.

Huo Zhiyun had been following him all the time, watching Yue Heng do all this with almost pious eyes, without saying a word, respectfully.

"It's kind of that...... How do you say it?hehe...... "Cao Tongpu didn't know why Yue Heng did this, but when he saw the fire clouds following Yue Heng like a little girl, almost respecting Yue Heng with devotion and worship, he no longer had any opinions.

"It's too exaggerated! Pretend! Is it necessary to bury this pair of geese?" Huo Zhiqing didn't follow, just sat in the vine house and watched Yue Heng's every move, and let out a disdainful snort from his nose.

"Burning Qing, you are wrong again, even if he is pretending, he must finish this set, because this is completing the poetry, and only by beginning and ending can he resonate with Fuxi Xingchen to the greatest extent!"

Of course, there was still a sentence that Huo Shi Feng hadn't said, and he knew that Huo Zhiqing would be even more angry after saying it, that is, Yue Heng did this on purpose, and a large part of the reason was for Huo Zhiyun.

After Yue Heng finished the memorial service, he bowed, scattered the incense and candles around the tomb, took a few steps back to give up the front position, and left it to the fire and clouds to worship.

He looked at Huo Yun's face closely, the tears on this face had not been completely wiped away, but it seemed that she was pitiful, and his heart softened suddenly.

Writing this poem "Touching the Fish-Yanqiu Ci", on the one hand, it happened to coincide, the artistic conception was just right, and it was the best to persuade the fire and clouds.

On the other hand, he is a demonstration against Huo Zhiqing, that is, to show Huo Zhiqing, he can write resonant essays at any time, he can comfort his sister in front of everyone, he can easily control his sister's emotions, make the girl fascinated, affected by his emotions, and have the intention of deliberately-for-tat.

In the end, Huo Zhiyun's performance impressed him, it turned out that she was such a sentimental person, who dared to love and hate, although she was deep in the demon beast race, but the humanity in her blood had the upper hand, and the human touch on her body was far more than the fire and fire, and there was a special feeling that strongly attracted him.

Blindly evading and retreating is not a good strategy, playing with and using the other party's feelings is not in line with his conscience, Yue Heng decided to give them a chance, how far the two can go depends on the depth of fate.

Expressing his feelings by writing words is the most romantic thing Yue Heng can do.

"The sky is also jealous, I don't believe it, the warbler swallows are all loess", the sincere emotions of the wild goose can make the heavens jealous, of course, it can't be buried casually like the warbler, so Yue Heng buried it into a mound, which is exactly what Huo Zhiyun thought, so the two came together to complete this matter together, and the hearts of the two were one step closer.

After setting up a goose hill for others to mourn and sing, Yue Heng raised his hand and gently wiped away the tears on Huozhiyun's cheeks.

This was the first time he showed intimacy, but it made Huo Zhiyun feel uncomfortable, for fear of being seen by the stake wind and Huo Zhiqing, so he quietly hid.

But where would Yue Heng let her dodge?

His body blocked his view, no one could see his small movements, and after he wiped away the crystal tears of Huo Zhiyun, his fingers stopped, and he gently stroked her cheek for a while, feeling a slight tremor from Huo Zhiyun's skin. (To be continued......)