Chapter 16: Volume II, Chapter 3: The Recipe of Fate (2)

The black-clothed young man named Wen Haojie breathed a sigh of relief, and with a turn of his hand, he put the big knife on his back, and shouted to the sky: "Ning'er, it's okay." Come out. I saw a fluctuation in the air around him, and a girl in black was beside him.

Wen Haojie said to the girl: "Go and see, Zilin's injury." Ning'er nodded, and ran towards the girl in white.

Shaoqing saw all this from the side, and stood beside a few people, but no matter what he did, several people seemed to not see his existence at all, which couldn't help but make him puzzled, but he simply didn't care about it.

He also followed the black-clothed girl named Ning'er and walked to the white-clothed sword fairy couple at the beginning.

The other Shaoqing couldn't cry at this time, and held his wife, the girl named Zilin, in his arms.

Ning Er walked to his side, waved his empty hand, and a silver light hit Zi Lin's body, but he saw that Zi Lin only opened her eyes a little trembling, Ning Er frowned, sighed, and then said to that Shaoqing: "I'm sorry...... Brother Shaoqing, Sister Zilin, she was too seriously injured. Ning'er is afraid...... I'm afraid I can't go back......"

"What? What did you say? Don't do this, no matter how much you beg you to cure Zilin, can you? Shaoqing called out to Ning'er with some hysteria.

But Ning Er could only shake her head helplessly.

"Less...... Shaoqing ...... "Zilin, who was seriously injured, suddenly spoke at this time,

"Zilin? Are you feeling better? I knew you would be fine, and if you supported me, it would be yours. Shaoqing couldn't help but say with joy on his face when he saw Zilin speak.

"Shaoqing, Lin'er knows. Lin'er is dying, you don't have to force Sister Ning'er. Haven't we immortal cultivators been able to look down on life and death for a long time? Shaoqing, promise me that after I leave, you will live a good life by yourself. Forgive Lin'er...... Can't stay with you anymore......"

"Nope! Zilin, don't say that, if you hold on, there will definitely be a way to save you. And have you forgotten? You said that no matter how long you have in the future, you and I will be together and see the endless scenery of the world together, have you forgotten...... Please...... Don't go ......" Shaoqing said that his voice was already choked and difficult to hear, obviously extremely sad.

But a gentle smile appeared on Zilin's pale face at this time, and she smiled and said, "Stupid...... I haven't forgotten it. Shaoqing, don't be afraid. Lin'er has not left you, Lin'er will always be by your side to guard you, ......forever ...... not change" Zi Lin's voice became weaker and weaker, as if every time she said a word, the power of life was lost in her body, and finally after the last word came out, Zi Lin's eyes closed forever......

"No...... Zilin! Don't ......" That Shaoqing hugged Zilin's body, tears raining down...... Next to Shaoqing himself, he didn't know why, although he had never met this girl, and he couldn't even see his face clearly, but he still felt that his heart hurt like never before.

The heat and dampness in the corners of his eyes, the kind of fluid that had not been there since he had been an adult, also snaked down his cheeks at this time.................. The sunset is like blood, dyeing the sky red, the blood-red beauty, the beauty is frightening, a cliff in Kunlun Mountain, a new grave has been erected.

Eight words are clearly engraved on the stele: the tomb of his beloved wife Murong Zilin. The font is slightly skewed, and the penmanship is a little out of order, but it is all a stroke by stroke, extremely heavy, and it is obvious that the person who engraved the lettering is very serious.

Behind the word "tomb", a red mark snaked down, like a blood stain. There is another monument next to it, but there is no word and no grave, and its existence seems to be just for companionship...... In front of the tomb was the sword of the young man in white, and the owner of the sword was quietly half-squatting beside the tomb, tears falling down on the sword, and then sliding into the dirt in front of the tomb......