Chapter 539 Ink Flower
Looking at the box in Lu Xiaoliu's hand, Xu Ming freed one hand, picked up the box and put it into the storage bag.
"I remember that."
It was just four simple words, but Xu Ming's tone was very serious.
Xu Ming did not go to be polite to Lu Xiaoliu this time, and even if he wanted to be polite, he should not be polite to Lu Xiaoliu, but to Mr. Xiao.
But now, how can I be polite to Mr. Xiao?
After accepting the box, I not only accepted Mr. Xiao's final blessing for myself, but also Mr. Xiao's expectations for myself.
Although Xu Ming didn't know what was in the box, but according to what Mr. Lu said.
When your life is in danger, when you are at your wits' end, open this box, and you will surely be able to survive, which will undoubtedly give you a second life.
After seeing Xu Ming accept it, Lu Xiaoliu just smiled gently, put his hands behind his back, and looked at the moonlight in the sky:
“I have already done what Mo Chi asked me to do, and Mo Chi has left.
My mother also passed away two years ago.
In this Central Plains, I have nothing to worry about.
Actually, I originally wanted to come to Wu Kingdom to help Mo Chi and help him sort out his affairs after his death.
But after this time, I now know clearly in my heart that the reason I want to stay is because I am still escaping.
The things I have always been afraid to face, the people I have always avoided, will eventually have to be done and faced.
Otherwise, Mo Chi's spirit in heaven would definitely laugh at me."
Lu Xiaoliu looked at Xu Ming: "It won't be long before I go to the Western Regions to take care of my own affairs. You seemed to have told me before that you were going to the Western Regions, right? Do you want to go with me?"
After thinking about it, Xu Ming nodded and said, "It would be great if Mr. Lu could come with me, but I don't know if Mr. Lu can wait for me for about half a month to a month. I still have some things to deal with in Wu Country."
"Of course." Lu Xiaoliu nodded. "I will be in the Imperial City these days. If you want to leave, you can find me at Qingming Inn."
"yes."
"I'm leaving."
Lu Xiaoliu turned and left, walking out of the cemetery.
"Mr. Lu, aren't you going to light a stick of incense?" Xu Ming said behind Lu Xiaoliu.
Lu Xiaoliu waved his hand, and a voice came from behind him: "No, that guy specifically told me not to burn incense for him, saying that he was too embarrassed and the person was dead, but he is still afraid that others will say he is embarrassed."
As Lu Xiaoliu's voice dissipated in the cemetery, Lu Xiaoliu had disappeared without a trace.
Xu Ming did not carry Xu Pangda to Xiao Mochi's tomb.
The main reason was that Xu Ming was worried about disturbing Miss Nan.
Miss Nan and Mr. Xiao must have a very deep relationship, and they must have a lot to say to each other.
If I just walked over like this, it would be too inhumane, and might even make the other person feel a little embarrassed.
Let's wait until tomorrow morning. When it gets light tomorrow morning, Miss Nan will probably leave.
Xu Ming put Xu Pangda on the grass and sat next to him.
Xu Ming raised his head and looked at the moonlight, not knowing what he was thinking about.
I don’t know how much time had passed until a ray of light from the east broke through the veil of darkness, like extremely long needles of light piercing the ground.
At this moment, the cemetery is suspended in the crack between day and night, and the eastern horizon has already turned a crab-shell blue.
Twelve pairs of stone statues stood silently on both sides of the sacred road. The frost on the tablets of civil officials began to melt, but the folds of the military generals' armor still contained thick shadows.
The cold mist seeped out from the cracks in the paving bricks and snaked across the rising dragon relief in the center of the shrine.
A new day has arrived, and in this cemetery, Xu Ming can gently feel the extremely powerful destiny of the mountains and rivers of the Wu Kingdom today.
The carved dragon scales, which had been eroded by wind for three hundred years, glowed with the luster of mother-of-pearl in the mist, but the patterns of the fire beads under the claws were still shrouded in chaos.
The hip roof of the pavilion on the west side pierced through the mist, and the incomplete glazed gargoyles were dripping with overnight rain, which made a hollow echo on the inverted bronze goblet ear tiles.
The stele of merit carried by the Bixi in the southeast corner was covered with moss, and the pearl in the mouth of the Panlong on the stele was half pecked away by a woodpecker.
At this moment, the indigo morning light accumulated in the broken grooves, like solidified ancient bloodstains.
Beside Xu Ming, Xu Pangda slowly opened his eyes.
The moment he opened his eyes, he was suddenly startled and sat up quickly without even having time to wipe the saliva from the corner of his mouth.
"Fifth brother, I, I fell asleep?" Xu Pangda felt his heart was full of sin and guilt. How could he fall asleep while he was keeping vigil for his master?
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But soon, Xu Pangda found something wrong.
How did I end up sleeping on the grass?
Even if I want to sleep, shouldn't I sleep in front of my husband's tombstone?
Xu Ming smiled and shook his head: "Don't be nervous, Third Brother. This is not your fault. It's just that two of Mr. Xiao's friends came to visit you last night, so you just got some sleep."
Xu Pangda: “.”
"Brother San, please sit down for a moment. Mr.'s friend is probably still talking to you. Let's wait a while before going over." Xu Ming said calmly.
"Um"
Xu Pangda nodded, sat next to Xu Ming, and watched the sun rise slowly from the east together.
In the cemetery, the honeysuckle vines growing out of the cracks on the back of the tombstone trembled in the air current, and the hanging berries fell into the pool of water from time to time, awakening the sleeping cloud shadows at the bottom of the pool.
At the gap in the remaining mausoleum wall, a century-old cypress has dug its roots into the cracks between the bricks, and the light spots filtered by the tree canopy weave a flowing brocade pattern on the broken wall.
Under a collapsed column base stone, the plum blossom paw prints left by the fox last night were slowly fading in the morning dew.
When the first golden thread climbed up the remaining brackets of the Ming Building, the pupils of all the auspicious stone beasts suddenly glowed with amber light.
"It's dawn."
Looking at everything in the cemetery, Xu Pangda couldn't help but say.
"Yes, it's daybreak."
Xu Ming nodded and looked towards the distant sky.
The huge golden dragon of mountains and rivers shuttled between the clouds, and entwined around it were patches of ink clouds of literary luck.
When Xu Ming and Xu Pangda came to Mr. Xiao's tombstone again, there was only the ink-colored flower in front of the tombstone.
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[There is still a transition period of one or two chapters at the end. After this transition period, we will enter the Western Regions chapter. Then this book should have half of its content. Let's finish it.] (End of this chapter)