Chapter 258: Wanjia Bailing, send one person off
Unfortunately, it was Ye Xingzhou who died.
My tears have dried up and not even a drop can flow.
The body was in a daze, but the mind was extremely clear.
He didn't feel any pain at all.
There was no proper reaction to the sad news.
His heart suddenly became extremely calm.
Even calmer than when Ye Xingzhou was alive.
Meng Zhi stood up and responded normally to the concerns of everyone around him.
At that time he thought he must be an ungrateful person.
Although he has no blood relationship with Meng Qianhan, he inherited Meng Qianhan's coldness.
There was no pain that should come with the death of a close friend, not even tears.
Meng Zhi locked himself in the room.
Three days.
He recalled every moment he spent with Ye Xingzhou over and over again.
Every word of conversation and every detail is remembered clearly.
There was always a smile on Ye Xingzhou's lips when he spoke, and Ye Xingzhou always liked to wink at him.
There is a mole on the base of Ye Xingzhou's left hand. Ye Xingzhou's left hand...
There are tooth marks.
Meng Zhi had discovered it a long time ago.
But Meng Zhi, who was usually rebellious, didn't dare to ask at that time.
Tooth marks.
It could obviously be repaired with a repair pill, but Ye Xingzhou kept it.
Ye Xingzhou must have treated the person who left the tooth marks differently.
Meng Zhi felt timid for the first time.
He didn't want to expose it, nor did he dare to expose it, let alone face it.
So, he suppressed his emotions and chose to play dumb.
My emotions were clearly fluctuating at that time, and my heart was as clear as a mirror, but it was bitter and bitter.
But now Meng Zhi has forgotten the emotional fluctuations in her memory.
Whether happy or sad.
He was like an indifferent bystander.
Watch his memory strip.
But I can't feel any sadness.
The body doesn't want to move.
But his brain gave him instructions.
He remembers, Meng Zhi remembers.
Ye Xingzhou said this in a joking tone.
"When I really die, remember to hang a thousand-mile white silk on me."
On the fourth day, Meng Zhi left the Meng family.
Elder Xuan, Uncle Master Xiao, Yan Nanbei, Xiang Xiuyuan, Yue Qian... and a group of Yantian Sect cultivators were here.
Ren Wangzhu was too young, and no one kept the bad news from him.
The people from Yantian Sect were stationed at the Meng family and blocked all those who came to the Meng family to seek revenge in the past three days.
They all asked Meng Zhi to mourn patiently and not be too sad.
However, Meng Zhi did not feel sad.
Meng Zhi just nodded woodenly but soberly, and purchased the best quality white silk from all the funeral shops in Nanmu Kingdom.
Relatives died one after another.
The Meng family only had Meng Zhi left, and the place was in a mess.
The white silk was not taken off and hung again.
Drizzle, warm and moist.
All things grow from the ground, willows sprout new branches, and peaches bloom pink flowers.
There is not a bit of coolness, but the person is full of holes.
Meng Zhi held the white silk in both hands, raised it above his head, and bent his knees.
Knock with every step.
Knock with every step.
The mud on the road soaked my trouser legs, sleeves, and forehead...
There are too many places to count.
Only the white silk in his hand was holy and clean, without a trace of dirt.
Follow Mengjia and walk to Nanmulin.
Exactly a thousand miles.
For cultivators, it is just a matter of a teleportation array.
But, if you have to knock on the door with one step, it will take you a year to finish.
After hanging the new silk, the old silk broke again.
Repairing and replacing, this road is too difficult to walk.
It will never end in a lifetime.
Just like the mud on the road, it can never be swept away.
In the previous eighteen years, Meng Zhi, who had never bowed his head, finally knelt again and again on the muddy road.
He thought.
If there is a next life, I don't want to meet him again.
Like Meng Qianhan, he is a heartless person.
A very good person like Ye Xingzhou should not be treated badly by him.
Meng Zhi bent his knees again and hit his forehead hard on the ground, splashing a few drops of mud and water.
When he raised his head, the drizzle obscured his vision. He tied the white silk to the branch.
The machine repeats the same action.
In everyone's eyes, his back was straight.
His figure became increasingly thinner and frailer.
Only Meng Zhi didn't know how dull he was at the moment.
It was as if all his energy had been drained away, but he himself hadn't noticed anything was wrong.
Some people were touched by this scene, and ripples appeared in their hearts.
Meng Zhi, you are only eighteen.
The family is broken, relatives have passed away, and now a close friend has passed away as well.
Ordinary people may not be able to handle this situation calmly.
And Meng Zhi, with his thin spine, supported the last sky of the Meng family.
The sarcastic voices have dissipated a lot.
An umbrella was held overhead.
She was wearing a red dress and had a plain silk scarf tied around her neck. Her eyes and brows were heroic and calm.
"When it rains, you should open an umbrella."
Mei You said this.
Meng Zhi's eyes remained calm as he nodded woodenly.
Continue the action.
Mei You followed quietly with an umbrella.
That day, Nanmulin's formation fluctuated violently, affecting the nearby West City, and strange phenomena appeared in the sky.
Mei You took time off to deal with the matter, and this was the news he learned.
It was so unexpected that such a vibrant person passed away suddenly and quietly.
When Ye Xingzhou rushed to save her that day despite the pressure from the monster, Mei You should have come to see him off.
Mei You held an umbrella and followed silently.
At the end of the day, it was almost dusk and we finally left the city.
I don't know when the rain stopped.
Mei You put away the umbrella.
Meng Zhi continued his mechanical movements as the dusk fell.
There was a bloody hole on his forehead.
Blood slid down and a drop fell into his eye.
The scene before me was stained red.
From dawn to night, and from night to dawn.
Mei You escorted them all the way, holding a red tassel spear.
If there are enemies coming to seek revenge, I will shoot down the red plum blossoms with one shot and block a thousand waves with one strike.
Meng Qianhan has made too many enemies.
As soon as one person is blocked, another two come. As long as Meng Zhi is killed, all the property of the Meng family will be divided up.
"Thanks."
Meng Zhi thanked him softly and continued to hang the white silk.
My knees started to ache and my lips started to dry out.
After a day and a night, I could hardly stand.
Just as the sky brightens.
Suddenly, a few figures appeared in front of us, rushing over in a hurry, covered in wet air.
The footsteps were chaotic and intertwined, the heavy and steady sound of years of work.
The people who came were wearing straw raincoats, some were holding umbrellas, and their feet were covered in mud.
The one in front is a fat aunt.
The direction we came from was West City.
"You kid, you really don't take your body seriously!"
The fat aunt pulled Meng Zhi up forcefully as if she were a chicken, and took out two still warm pancakes from the basket on her wrist.
Looking at the mud all over Meng Zhi's body, she wiped the blood off Meng Zhi's face bit by bit with a handkerchief without any disgust.
"Don't say that I'm taking advantage of you. I don't care about you at your age. I only care about my daughter-in-law."
"Hurry up and clean it up, and go eat some sesame cakes."
The aunt snatched the white silk from Meng Zhi's hand and stuffed two pancakes into his hand.
"We, the people of West City, were saved by you kids."
"Now that you are in trouble, I will not kick you when you are down."
"Xiao Ye is a kind-hearted child, and everyone cherishes him. He deserves a share of the white silk hanging."
"We, the people of Xicheng, are three feet tall and can hold up half the sky. We can finish it in one day by walking and tying it. Let's all send Xiaoye off together."
Feet that are used to walking on mountain roads will not feel tired, bringing with them the moisture and warmth of the mountains.
White silks are hung from thousands of homes, stretching for thousands of miles.
See one person off.
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