Chapter 499 Wind can bring everything
If you cling too much to the past, you will lose the future you already have.
The green umbrella is covered with snow, and the green clothes are covered with frost.
Mu Liushui stood there for a long time.
From the moment he committed suicide, he became detached from all worldly perceptions.
The cold of snow, the heat of a warm sun, the smell of earth after rain, the fragrance of flowers and plants...
He had lost his perception long ago.
But this time.
Why, I was stunned.
Mu Liushui lowered his eyes and looked at the heavy footprints in the snow, moving forward step by step, and outward step by step.
His gaze slowly raised from the footprints in the snow to the person in the snow.
The wind and snow were raging, and the vision was unclear.
Only that strand of white hair is eye-catching.
The howling wind and snow blew by, and the black hair and white silk fluttered.
The red headband that held the hair had already slipped to the end of the hair, and the messy black hair broke free from its restraint and flew away. The headband wanted to fall off but didn't, and it only entangled the white hair and couldn't get rid of it.
The sky and the earth are the same color, and the person walking in the snow has a strand of white hair on his temples.
Mu Liushui tightened his fingertips, and the hand holding the umbrella handle turned white.
The barrier shook slightly and dissipated with the wind.
The disciples outside who were anxiously searching for them sounded surprised.
"Elder Xuan, the person has been found!"
“Found it!”
"Why is he holding Ren Wangzhu?"
"Wait, Ren Wangzhu seems...hard..."
Zhao Feng was startled and his voice gradually lowered. The two words were stuck in his mouth for a long time.
Dead...
Ren Wangzhu is dead?
"What nonsense are you talking about!"
Meng Zhi ran over without stopping, and before he could even stand firmly, he heard the disciple say that Ren Wangzhu had an erection.
Meng Zhi retorted almost instantly.
Yue Qian had an accident just as Ren Wangzhu died.
Treat human lives as if they were leaves!
Zhao Feng's expression was not his usual playful one. Instead, he looked at Meng Zhi seriously, slowly raised his hand, and pointed at Wangchuan Cliff.
Meng Zhi rolled his eyes slowly, his pupils trembling.
In the wind and snow.
Ye Xingzhou held Ren Wangzhu in his arms and walked out step by step.
A dead person will not cooperate with the person holding him. Even though Ye Xingzhou adjusted it many times, Ren Wangzhu's hands, feet and head were still hanging in the air.
The blood on Ren Wangzhu's body had been cleaned, and when his head tilted back, his neck stretched out.
Under the scarf tied around the neck, a hideous wound could be vaguely seen.
The shape and direction of the wound were not caused by someone else.
Instead, Ren Wangzhu committed suicide.
Ye Xingzhou's expression was as calm as Meng Zhi's three years ago.
When Meng Zhi's eyes fell on the white hair at his temples, his hands and feet went numb and he couldn't even walk steadily for a while.
"leaf……"
Meng Zhi's voice was hoarse and he couldn't utter a complete sentence.
Ye Xingzhou lowered his eyelids and looked at the person lying in his arms as quietly as when he was a child. He closed his eyes and was so quiet.
Ye Xingzhou walked out of the sect.
Meng Zhi followed Ye Xingzhou instinctively.
This is my first time meeting a maple forest, and my last time meeting it. I’ll be buried in this forest too.
The severe coldness of Wangchuan Cliff dissipated, and Ye Xingzhou walked into the autumn leaf-falling ground.
Maple leaves are piled all over the ground, and the red is dazzling to the eyes.
When Ye Xingzhou landed, the leaves made a crisp sound.
Another gust of wind blew, and the maple leaves piled under a tree were blown away, revealing an open space.
Meng Zhi said nothing, walked forward lightly, and started digging the ground.
"Let him in."
Xiao Ping, carrying a heavy coffin, came to the ground covered with red maple leaves.
The first time, he wrapped Ren Wangzhu in a cloth and brought him back to the sect.
In the end, he carried the coffin to bury Ren Wangzhu.
The yellow earth was blown up and the coffin fell.
The earth piles up into a hill, and the tombstones rise.
Ren Wangzhu, an outer disciple of the Yantian Sect, was eighteen years old.
After writing this line, Ye Xingzhou picked up the pen and wrote another line.
No one present could understand this line of words.
〈Clouds fall to earth, ending our bond, as light as maple leaves returning to eternal sleep.〉
Ye Xingzhou touched the tombstone lightly with his fingertips, looked at the pile of new soil, and slowly stood up.
He asked, "Where is Senior Sister Yue buried?"
Meng Zhi pursed her lips, "... Gongya."
Ye Xingzhou said again, "Take me to see it."
"good."
Although he said he was leading, Ye Xingzhou had actually already stepped forward.
Meng Zhi's hands were suspended in the air, not knowing where to touch.
He wanted to comfort Ye Xingzhou the way Ye Xingzhou had comforted him before, but now it seemed that nothing he said would be of any use.
Meng Zhi's fingertips trembled slightly as she grabbed the hairband that had slipped off the end of her hair.
He lowered his eyes for a moment, looking at the hairband in his hand. There was a noticeable white hair on the red hairband.
This white hair is particularly glaring, making my heart tighten and hurt.
Ye Xingzhou did not mention a single word about Ren Wangzhu's suicide.
No one knows why Ren Wangzhu committed suicide at such a young age. Only Ye Xingzhou knows the truth.
Meng Zhi didn't ask, but looked back at the new grave, then looked at Uncle Xiao who was sitting beside the grave, then turned around and quickly caught up with Ye Xingzhou.
"Ye Xingzhou."
"I'll go with you."
In the end, Meng Zhi’s way of comforting people is to accompany them.
Meng Zhi glanced sideways, his eyes swept across the strand of white hair, and he pursed his lips.
When he spoke, he tried to keep his voice level.
"Xiang Xiuyuan, Mei You..."
"Everyone is here."
Meng Zhi wanted Ye Xingzhou to know that they were all there.
Ye Xingzhou nodded and continued forward.
Until I reached Gongya, I saw a group of people with serious expressions in front of me.
Ye Xingzhou stood behind the crowd and saw the new grave clearly.
There is a bell tied to the tombstone.
Yue Qianpan and Feng Xiniang originally named Yue Qian Qian, just wanting her to be safe.
The hill was too heavy, so he just carried Qian Pan on his back, and the rest of the long-cherished wish for peace was given to Yue Qian.
Yue Qian also likes to say peace, but in the end, she is the only one who is not safe.
The depressing atmosphere was broken by Mei You's voice.
"I wish to join the Yantian Sect and join you all—"
"Kill the demon cultivators, eliminate the indestructible ones, and protect the peace."
Mei You spoke loudly, his heroic eyebrows raised, revealing determination.
A hurried sound of footsteps came from afar.
Zhao Feng looked back at something while running towards this direction and shouted at the top of his voice.
"Everyone, I'm sorry for the hasty intrusion, but the sadness must stop first!"
"The Sword Tomb at Wangchuan Cliff is rioting!"
"And, and—"
Zhao Feng's words were taken over by another voice.
"Time standing still is affecting the Yantian Sect!"
Fang Rong regained consciousness and walked over quickly, his face anxious.
"Hurry up! Hurry up!"
"This time, time has stopped because Heaven has released an immortal force. Anyone affected will be parasitized!"
"Yantian Sect is the only one here that has not been assimilated!"
"Hurry up!!! Suppress the formation!!!"
Fang Rong's last two words broke his voice.
The group quickly rushed to the barrier protecting Yantian Sect, and everyone gathered there.
Everyone was injecting spiritual energy to strengthen the barrier and block the impact of time standing still.
Outside the barrier, there are stationary birds and animals, and leaves falling in the air. No matter whether they are alive or dead, they are all being formatted by data bit by bit.
Ye Xingzhou was about to inject spiritual power, but Fang Rong held his hand.
Fang Rong lowered his gaze and uttered only one word.
"wind."
The wind can bring everything.
It brings the rain of spring, the coolness of summer, the falling leaves of autumn, and the wind and snow of winter to fight against the stillness.
It is the four seasons of the flow of time and the beginning of the operation of rules.
It is also Ye Xingzhou's natal sword.
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