After more than a month of turmoil, the crisis in Luanfu has finally passed, and the entire Pingqiu City has returned to its former tranquility, and the bustling street market is as lively as before, with the shouts of vendors endlessly, and people have heartfelt smiles on their faces.

The grain closure order of Pingqiu Valley was lifted, and only the large forest area that was cut down by the Demon Sect before was not allowed to outsiders to enter for the time being, because there were still many institutions left by the Demon Sect, and it would be life-threatening to break in rashly.

After the fire, the reconstruction of Luan Mansion was also carried out smoothly with the help of the City Lord's Mansion. Jing Wuyan and the servants were busy, and Hexian Weng led a group of doctors to treat the guards who were wounded in the battle, and Mrs. Luan finished reading the account books sent from the account room, and walked up to the promenade in the garden accompanied by several maids.

Looking at the autumn chrysanthemums in the garden, Mrs. Luan said sadly: "I haven't been here to see it for a few days, and this garden has become desolate. ”

A maid hurriedly apologized and said, "Madame's anger is gone, and the slave and maid will go and ask someone to take care of it." ”

"I don't blame you, everyone was worried a few days ago, how can you care about them. Mrs. Luan said calmly, "However, this flowering period is almost here, so it's better to ask someone to take care of it." ”

Walking through the corridor, Mrs. Luan unconsciously walked to the door of Luan Yeqiu's room, she stopped in front of the door for a while, but never entered the door, just looked at it from a distance.

"Madame," called the maid, "Madame, but Miss Miss again?"

Mrs. Luan did not speak.

The maid said again: "This afternoon, there is news from the west, saying that the young lady has returned to Yinglong Hall safely, so don't worry about the lady." ”

Mrs. Luan seemed to be slightly relaxed, but there was a trace of dissatisfaction in her words: "This girl, when she wants to leave, she doesn't even say hello, and the older she gets, the more ignorant she becomes." ”

Although Mrs. Luan said this, there was no reproachful expression on her face.

Since the Iron Clothes Gang burned Luan's Mansion in the early morning of that day, Luan Yeqiu has disappeared, and Mrs. Luan was originally going to send someone from the mansion to find it, but Yun Luochen told her that Luan Yeqiu had a new mission and was urgently recalled by the sect.

Mrs. Luan didn't say anything, but she knew very well in her heart that even if she was urgently called by Longtang, with her daughter's temperament, she would come to say hello no matter what before leaving, and there was only one reason for saying goodbye, that is, she couldn't say goodbye to her in person.

"Is she sick? Or is she injured? If she doesn't come to see me, is she afraid that I will worry about her?" These days, Mrs. Luan is worried about her daughter all the time.

At this moment, she finally heard the news that Luan Yeqiu was safe, and her anxious heart finally let go.

"By the way, what about the envoy Yun Gongzi sent by Ying Longtang? He said goodbye to me in the afternoon, is he already gone?" Mrs. Luan asked again.

"I shouldn't have left yet, but I'm still saluting. The maid replied, "But he had just gone out, saying that he was going to bid farewell to a friend." ”

"Oh......" Mrs. Luan groaned, mentioning Yun Luochen, a faint smile appeared in her eyes, "This young man is very good, this time the Luan family can survive the crisis, thanks to his help, that time Qiu'er was in danger in Pingqiu Valley, if it weren't for him, Qiu'er would have died, we have to thank people." ”

The maid smiled and said: "Madam, you have given him a lot of things before and after, and the last time you sent me to give him the silkworm clothes, he said that it was too valuable, and he refused to ask for it." ”

Mrs. Luan said strangely: "It's too expensive? This day silkworm clothes are rare elsewhere, but they are not very expensive things in the country of Ousi, and there are more than a dozen of them in the house." ”

The maid said: "Yes, I also told him so, but he didn't believe it, he said that there are legends outside that the silkworm clothes are invulnerable, invulnerable, and are the treasure of the great wilderness, I told him that this is all spread by people outside, and the silkworm clothes are light and tenacious, but they are not as exaggerated as they are rumored outside, but he just doesn't believe it." ”

Mrs. Luan said helplessly: "In this case, this time you give him one more piece, and the other one is said to be brought to Qiu'er." ”

"But doesn't the young lady have one on her?"

"Silly girl, give him two, and he will accept it if he knows that you didn't lie to him before. ”

"Oooh. The maid nodded, tilted her head to look at Mrs. Luan and said, "Madam, you seem to be quite interested in this Yun Gongzi, do you want to recruit him as a son-in-law?"

Mrs. Luan smiled, "Qiu'er, this wild girl is not small, she knows how to fight and kill every day, and I, as a mother, always have to worry more about her." Then he instructed the maid, "Later, when the young man Yun comes back, go to my room and bring out the red brocade to him." ”

"Huh?" the maid was stunned, "Ma'am, that's not your ......"

"I know. Mrs. Luan interrupted her and said, "It's not for him, it's for him to help me bring it to Qiu'er." ”

"But, madam, this ancestral hosta of the Ye family should be handed over to Miss by yourself when she gets married. ”

Mrs. Luan sighed and said: "Qiu'er responded to Longtang this time, and I don't know when I will be able to go home, I asked this Yun Gongzi to hand over this hosta to her with her own hands, I hope she can understand my intentions." ”

The fairy lake is like a scroll of drawing paper, the distant mountains and clouds outline the elegant outline in the lake, silent in the light and shadow under the late autumn sun, until a lonely boat floats from a distance, cutting the reflection of the mountains and clouds, so that the white and cyan fragments ripple in the sparkling waves.

There were four people sitting on the boat, an old man with a swarthy face, and three young men, one of whom was holding a blue wooden box in his arms, one holding an artemisia tree, and the last of them was sitting there with a large sword on his back, and was rubbing medicine on the wound on his forehead.

The four of them looked sad and silent.

After a while, the black-faced old man said to the young man who was holding artemisia, "Okay, Lu Fang, let's stop here." ”

The boat slowly stopped in the middle of the lake.

The old man said to the young man holding the wooden box, "Yuan Tai, give the box to the helper." ”

Yuan Tai's expression was almost crying, but he still trembled and handed the wooden box to Yun Luochen.

"Gang leader, this is the old gang leader's suicide note, after he died, let me scatter his ashes in the middle of the fairy lake, I think, or let you send the old gang leader on the last journey. ”

Yun Luochen picked up the cyan wooden box and slowly walked to the bow of the boat, but he was reluctant to open the wooden box.

"Lao Liu, I want to ask you a question. He looked back at the black-faced old man and said.

Lao Liu walked up to Yun Luochen and said softly, "Please ask." ”

Yun Luochen looked down at this simple wooden box and asked: "Luan's predecessor's heroic soul has passed away, why is he still unwilling to recognize his ancestors and return to his ancestors? Does he really have no feelings for the Luan family? A powerful figure like him, after his death, he has no tombstone or tombstone, but he just lives in such a small box, drowning in mud and sand, thinking of this, I always feel depressed in my heart. ”

Lao Liu shook his head and sighed: "If the old gang leader really doesn't care about the Luan family, he won't secretly shelter the Luan family for so many years, it is precisely because he cares in his heart and doesn't want to bring trouble to the family, so he would rather be a nobody before and after death." ”

"Moreover, the old gang leader has been wandering in the rivers and lakes all his life, and after he is gone, he can still rise and fall with the waves freely as he did when he was alive, which is also the wish of the old gang leader. ”

Yun Luochen was thoughtful, but he wanted to open the box several times, but finally gave up, he shook his head sadly, "I can't bear it." ”

"Only when you treat the mortal enemy who doesn't share the same sky, will you 'burn the body and raise ashes', and now that Luan's predecessor's body has been cremated, I can't do anything, but you want me to scatter his ashes into the lake, I really find it a little difficult to accept. ”

Lao Liu patted the shoulder of the man who was afraid of the clouds and dust, and said slowly: "Those are just the prejudices of secular people, why should you mind?"

"The old gang leader has been a prodigal all his life, and the world has vented his anger by 'burning corpses and scattering ashes', but he regards this as a ritual to set the soul free, and we may never understand him, but at least we should respect his last wishes. ”

As he spoke, he took the wooden box from Yun Luochen's hand, lifted the lid, and threw the wooden box into the lake.

Yun Luochen stared at the dust drifting in the wind, and suddenly understood that the way a person left the world could also be so chic.

Lao Liu took out a jar of wine and a few rough mud bowls from the boat, the wine jars and mud bowls were engraved with traces of time, he called Lu Fang and Yuan Tai to the front, poured five bowls of wine, and said: "One bowl for one person, see off the old gang leader." ”

After speaking, he picked up a bowl by himself and muttered: "Old gang leader, this is your favorite Liuxia wine in your life, Lao Liu respects you!" After speaking, he raised his head and drank it all.

"Respect the boss!" Lu Fang and Yuan Tai both drank the wine in their bowls, their eyes filled with tears.

"Liuxia ......" Yun Luochen picked up the bowl, looked at the pale red and transparent wine in the bowl, and looked up at the brilliant sunset on the horizon, and seemed to understand the meaning of the name.

On the bow of the boat, Lao Liu picked up the last bowl of wine and spilled it into the lake, and the red wine fell into the blue lake, as if fainting another sunset in the water.

Ethereal singing could be heard in the distance.

Everyone looked at the gradually fading sunset, and vaguely saw another leaf boat swaying in the sunset, and a woman stroking the piano and singing on the bow of the boat:

"The clouds are scattering flowers, and the immortals are drunk. ”

The autumn festival is coming to an end, and there are no flying flowers to scatter in the clouds, but the fairy couples in the sky have overturned the Liuxia wine, and let this piece of jade liquid elixir be sprinkled all over the sky, it seems that whether it is in the sky or on earth, the world cannot always be perfect.

Yun Luochen sighed and said softly, "Let's go back." ”

Lao Liu nodded, and said to Lu Fang and Yuan Tai: "We should also go back to southern Xinjiang." ”

Lu Fang held up the long artemisia, but Yuan Tai kept staring at the direction where Lao Liu threw down the wooden box before, and the gust of wind blew the girl's smart singing.

He finally remembered that this was also the poem of the first genius of the Southern Chu Kingdom back then.

And the man who wrote this poem stood alone on the top of the highest mountain in the Pingqiu Valley, his whole face wrapped in a hideous skull mask, his hollow eye sockets like a dark abyss, he stood quietly, his black robes hunting in the whistling mountain wind.

Suddenly, a bloody arrow rushed up from the bottom of the mountain, and he raised his arm slightly, and the arrow flew into his cuff with a "whoosh".

At the foot of the mountain lay a dozen topless blue-gray corpses, all of them covered in scaly wounds, some were sword wounds, some were knife wounds, and one of the entire right arm was broken, which looked like burns, but their fatal wounds were exactly the same, all of them were completely pierced through the throat by sharp weapons from front to back.

"The Iron Cloaks, they don't exist anymore. Ghost Face said to himself, "It's a pity that this 'transformation into a soldier' technique has been lost since then." ”

He turned in the other direction and lowered his head, as if looking down at something down the mountain.

"Fortunately, the teleportation circle is still intact, and this result should be acceptable to the chief rudder. ”

At the foot of the mountain, one after another of the severed stumps, the sections have been trimmed very flat, these stumps seem to be nothing special at the bottom of the mountain, but if you look down from the top of the mountain, you will find that the original position of these stumps is arranged in a series of complete and strange patterns, and the area occupied by this huge pattern can almost fill a lake, although no one knows what these patterns represent, but everyone who sees them is afraid to marvel at this wonderful and magnificent masterpiece.

Ghost Face slowly walked down the mountain, and the felled forest below the mountain gradually hid its face in the vast night.