Chapter 165: Lovesickness
In the sixth year, Xia Qingning still cleaned up Chu Xiyin's cemetery alone, pulling weeds and wiping tombstones. The wisteria flower has been nourished by six years of spiritual spring water, and it has become more luxuriant.
He packed everything up, and his spiritual sense once again extended to every corner of the Six Realms, and there was still only silence waiting for him.
Year 7 .
"It's time!" Xia Qingning approached the wisteria, summoned the cold dew casually, cut a cut on his wrist, and let the bright red blood drip on the wisteria root, "My body has been nourished by your blood for many years, and I have your soul power in my body." Nourish it with my blood, and it will surely bring you back as you call me back!" It wasn't until there was a feeling of dizziness that Xia Qingning stopped, and the wound between the fists in his left hand healed automatically. He had a pale face, supported the ground with cold dew, and slowly got up.
This fool didn't know that his Xiyin was in the Sea of Silence at the moment, and the wisteria entangled in the Fusang tree did not die in this world with Chu Xiyin's body that day. It exudes a strong vitality and nourishes the soul within. The soul was trying hard to merge itself into the wisteria tree, and it was trying to refine the wisteria tree bit by bit.
This sea of silence is where the coffins of the immortal gods are parked, the bottom of the demon realm in the depths of the magic well and the forbidden place located in the land of the Yan clan, which is one of the few places with strong energy fields, and no matter how powerful the divine sense is, it cannot explore. If Xia Qingning came back at this moment, he would definitely find that the body of the Bright Moon High Priest was still there, and he would definitely think that her soul had entered the Divine Tree. But this fool simply thought that Chu Xiyin was dead, and the wisteria tree would also be destroyed together, and he missed his Xiyin alive.
After searching for four years, Chu Mingxin and Chu Ming finally found Chu Wujian in the Xuantian Sword Sect. When the disciples of the Shoushan took the brothers of the Chu family into Tingxuelu, the three brothers met again after many years, and they were speechless and burst into tears.
Looking at the three brothers who hugged each other and cried together, Fengyue wet her clothes with tears.
"Mother, who are they?"
"Why are they crying like this?"
What a strange adult!
The two children grew taller, and their immature little faces looked at their mothers, and their faces were full of question marks.
"That's your uncle, Uncle Six!" Fengyue introduced to the children.
The three brothers cried enough, looking at the two and a half children, they suddenly came to their senses, "This is ......" has not seen each other for many years, where do they dare to admit it?
"It's the children of the eighth brother, Chu Yu and Chu Zhen!" Chu Wujian wiped his tears with his sleeve and introduced them.
"Eighth brother's child!" The two were sad and happy, touched the children's heads, and shed tears again, the eighth brother was gone, Xiao Jiu was gone, Chu Mingdao and Chu Mingzhe were gone. They thought they would reunite with their families, but unexpectedly, the family was separated by yin and yang.
In the eighth year, Xia Qingning and several emperors revised the laws of the underworld and formulated a series of punishments. Selecting officials in the underworld and the yang world, he was busy until Chu Xiyin's death sacrifice, and he went to the mortal realm again.
Watering the spiritual spring water for the wisteria, Xia Qingning stroked the fragrant flowers and looked at the grave, "Xiyin, I'm late this year, do you blame me for coming to see you now?"
He brushed the floating soil on the tombstone with his sleeve, and a faint smile on his lips, "This year, several emperors and I have revised the laws of the underworld and formulated new punishments. Don't you hate those scum who bring disaster to the world the most? In the future, even if they can't get the punishment they deserve because of their power, they won't be able to escape the punishment of the underworld when they go to the underworld. β
He stroked the tombstone and asked her, "Is this law good?"
The night is as cold as water, and the silence is terrible.
After saying his own words, Xia Qingning got up and extended his spiritual sense in his body to all parts of the Six Realms, but there was still no news of Chu Xiyin.
Withdrawing his hand, Xia Qingning's eyes turned red, he didn't believe that his Xiyin and his bright moon would never come back. He staggered to the root of the tree, cut his wrist with his fingernails, watched the bright red blood water on the wisteria, felt the loss of blood and water, the loss of spiritual power, he seemed to see the bright moon back then, and she was like him today at that time, but she didn't give up. So, he was resurrected and returned.
"Xiyin, Mingyue, come back!" A tear fell, reflecting Chu Xiyin's bright smiling face and the dignified face of the high priest Mingyue.
Very light, very light footsteps came here, Xia Qingning's wrist was closed, and the wound healed.
"Hades!" a nice voice sounded.
Xia Qingning got up and looked back, and what caught his eye was the calm face of the mad demon.
He came uninvited, sat uninvited. A table of delicious food and a jug of fine wine were summoned. He poured wine, and his mouth was not idle, "I used to think that this seat was worthy of the title of crazy demon, but compared to your Taoist god, this seat is not crazy enough!"
Xia Qingning's eyes darkened, and in an instant, he returned to his breezy appearance, "How do you know?" walked across from him and sat down, took the wine and sniffed it, "Twenty years of aging!"
"There are a few simple ones in the Six Realms, and this seat also grabbed a yin errand and asked. "There is no intention of hypocrisy, and there is no awareness of meddling to be known.
"You don't have a lot of courage, you know who I am, and you dare to arrest my person to interrogate!" Xia Qingning glanced at the mad demon, the powerful divine power overwhelmingly pressed down on the mad demon, and the mad demon felt difficult to breathe, even the hand holding the cup was trembling, and his face became more and more pale. Out of his understanding of Xia Qingning, the mad demon was not afraid of death. He knew that this god was very affectionate and would not kill him.
The two of them were in a stalemate like this for a while, and when they saw the wine in the wine glass spilled on their white fingers, the mad demon couldn't hold it anymore, "I'm afraid it's too late for the god of the underworld to kill people, or simply kill this seat first, and then go to the demon realm to kill the demon emperor's family, or destroy those clans in the heavenly realm." β
In this situation, in this situation, in this place, this is the only one who can joke with him! Xia Qingning retracted his aura, took a sip of wine from his wine glass, and looked at this mad demon Xu Fei with interest. The mad demon suddenly felt that his whole body was relieved, and he was not afraid of his scrutiny, so he poured the wine in the cup into his mouth with a big grin.
"No need!" The hard-won peace of the Six Realms can't be broken here, and besides, he's not a murderer.
"I'm really not as good as you!" The madman laughed for a while, no wonder she chose Xia Qingning, he was completely relieved today.
Xia Qingning was very strange and asked him: "Why do you compare with me? You are also the pride of the sky! You can survive under the nose of the demon world, and the demon emperor who has been repeatedly attacked is dumb and eats coptis." Who in the world would dare to compare?"
It turned out that he was such a glorious image in Xia Qingning's mind?! The mad demon was flattered for a while.
"The god of the underworld doesn't know that you have been the idol and insurmountable chasm between me and many brothers since you were a child. The mad demon suddenly felt that his jealousy of Xia Qingning was simply too naΓ―ve. Can man compare with God?
"Oh?" Xia Qingning was interested.
"Master, uncle, uncle, and elders all praise you for your excellent understanding and solid exercises. What difficult talismans, difficult swordsmanship, and exercises are not a problem in front of you, and they are excellent seedlings for cultivating immortals. He sighed, smiling rather than smiling, "We senior brothers can't wait to spend 12 hours a day practicing the exercises." β
When Xia Qingning heard this, he understood why when he met this Kaiyuan sect's junior disciple before, he was always lukewarm to himself, and he shook his face at every turn to show himself. If you were yourself, maybe you wouldn't like such a "benchmark figure" in the world of cultivating immortals!
It's all said, and the madman feels the joy in his heart. Xia Qingning was not so resistant to the mad demon anymore. One god and one demon pushed the cup and changed the lamp, and soon there were a few more empty wine jugs on the ground. The mad demon roared into the sky, "Master...... Did you see that you let your apprentice compare himself to God? No matter how you compare with your apprentice, you lose! The apprentice tried his best...... But I was convinced!"
Seeing that the mad demon returned to his original appearance, Xia Qingning smiled with relief, his face was dyed camel color, his eyes were as bright as the stars in the sky, and as far as he could see, there was Chu Xiyin's shadow, and the person also lay directly on the table.
The mad demon pointed at the drunk Xia Qingning and laughed, "Don't say it, drink, this seat will definitely win you." While speaking, he wanted to get up and leave here, but he fell directly to the ground drunk.
In the ninth year, Chu Ming and Chu Mingxin returned to the original site of the Chu family, the brothers did not want to live in the sect, they hoped to inherit the legacy of their ancestors and carry forward the Chu family.
Looking at the home that had already collapsed and was full of barren grass, Chu Ming and Chu Mingxin had sour noses for a while, and Chu Mingxin directly burst into tears, "Big brother, is this our house?"
"It's going to be fine!" Chu Ming patted his younger brother on the shoulder and comforted him, "We're back!"
Since then, they have invited a large number of craftsmen to start the project of rebuilding the Chu family.
Xia Qingning brought the news to Chu Xiyin, "Xiyin, your two elder brothers have come out of the Langyuan Wonderland, and they are rebuilding the Chu family. This was also your dream, how are you going to come back, let's go home and see together!"
He sat quietly under the wisteria flowers, smelling the fragrant fragrance of the flowers, and his eyes were full of loneliness.
In the tenth year, the Chu family restored most of its appearance. Pavilions and pavilions complement each other, the grass is green, and the flowers and trees are clustered. On the day of the Qingming Festival, Chu Wujian and they took Chu Yu and Chu Zhen back to the Chu family to worship their ancestors.
The rebuilt ancestral hall of the Chu family is very large and solemn. They engraved the names of their ancestors on the spiritual tablets, row by row, neatly and cleanly. Among them, the most front spirit positions were all left at a young age, including Chu Mingdao, Chu Mingzhe, Chu Wuchen, and Chu Xiyin.
Feng Yue took the two children to kneel behind Chu Wujian, Chu Ming, and Chu Mingxin, respectfully put on the incense, and kowtowed.
Xia Qingning came quietly and left quietly. Seeing that the life of this family was gradually on the right track, the corners of his lips unconsciously rose slightly, and he quickly disappeared in place, and when he reappeared, he went to Chu Xiyin's tomb again.
While watering the wisteria flowers, he gossiped with Chu Xiyin, "Xiyin, I have been to see the Chu family for you, they are all very good, and your little nephews and nieces have also grown up." β
Blood poured down his white wrist, and he didn't seem to feel pain, only sweetness. "Isn't it nice to say that you have me in your blood and you in my blood?"