Two funerals
Xu Shulou said she wanted to walk the next section of the journey by herself.
Although Bai Roushuang was reluctant, she also understood that there are always some roads in life that have to be walked alone.
She bid farewell to Xu Shulou in the best scenery of summer.
Bai Roushuang had no idea where her senior sister had gone. She only knew that when Xu Shulou returned to Mingyue Peak for retreat, he seemed to be in a very peaceful state.
This retreat lasted for a very long time. In the blink of an eye, dozens of years had passed in the mortal world. A new emperor succeeded to the throne, and Bai Roushuang had grown into a cultivator who was capable of standing on her own. She made a name for herself in the cultivation world, "Purple Lightning and Clear Frost". When people mentioned her, they often praised her as a chivalrous woman, and some even called her "Fairy Qingshuang". Every time Bai Roushuang heard this, she inexplicably wanted to laugh.
She always felt that she was still the little junior sister who followed closely behind her senior sister.
The situation in the world of cultivation is changing rapidly. Xuanwu Tower and Hehuan Sect have emerged as new forces. After the news of Luo Hongtang's death spread, it's not that no one in the world of cultivation has thought about Hehuan Sect - a sect that relies on dual cultivation always seems to be softer and easier to bully in everyone's eyes. But the new leader Luo Fusheng's style is unexpectedly tough and bloody. He will respond to all invaders with blood. In addition, with the great help of Xuanwu Tower, Hehuan Sect wrote a chapter called "Bloody March" in the history of the world of cultivation.
The Xuanwu and Hehuan sects eventually became the top ten sects in the cultivation world. However, the Lingxiao sect was left far behind due to the internal conflicts over the sect leader. A few years ago, an elder left the sect and founded his own sect with his own disciples. More and more people could not stay there, and even many disciples defected to other sects.
Later, Bai Roushuang met Lu Beichen again. He was surprisingly receptive to this kind of thing. Facing her inquiry, he just shook his head and smiled bitterly, "I don't have any other plans. I will just work hard at cultivation. One day I will be able to revive the sect."
Bai Roushuang was surprised, but also realized that everyone might be growing up quietly in a corner where no one pays attention.
When Xu Shulou finally came out of seclusion, he no longer paid attention to all the troubles in the cultivation world.
After sending a letter to her fellow junior fellow students, she went straight to the human world.
In the month of March, Xu Shulou is visiting the graves.
Lord Su's tomb is located in a good location outside the capital. It is well-regulated and not far from the imperial mausoleum, which shows how honored he was during his lifetime.
Even the inscription was written for him personally by the emperor of Xiao State.
The tombstone was a little older than she had imagined, and it must have been there for about ten years. Xu Shulou carefully read the life story engraved on the side and found out that more than thirty years ago, Lord Su, who was then Chief Censor, went to the front line to control the flood in the south of the Yangtze River. He accidentally fell into the water and became ill. As he got older, his body became weaker and weaker, and he died not long after he was appointed prime minister.
When the servants in the mansion found him, he was hunched over the desk in the study and had just finished reviewing a document.
He even died in office.
His life was simply engraved on the stele, without any mention of his brief encounters with a woman in his life.
Xu Shulou placed a branch of apricot blossom in full bloom in front of the tomb and said: "I wonder if I will be lucky enough to meet you in your next life."
After leaving the capital, Xu Shulou received a letter from his second apprentice brother. The letter contained only a few words: "Wuyou is about to pass away."
So she hurried to Sheng Mansion in Yunzhou City.
Sheng Wuyou is already gray-haired, and he lies on the bed with a very kind and calm face, the kind of peaceful feeling that only an old man who has lived a peaceful life can have.
She finally lived up to her parents' expectations when they named her, a life without worries and cares.
The scar left by the episode between Feng Jiuyou and Qi Wutong had long been healed by abundant love in the following decades of her life.
Song Ping sat quietly beside her, holding one of her hands.
Xu Shulou knew at a glance that they must have already said goodbye.
Sheng Wuyou's eyes were already a little cloudy, but when he saw Xu Shulou, they brightened up again: "Miss Xu?"
"It's me," Xu Shulou held her hand, "Long time no see."
"I still remember that you came to say goodbye before you went into seclusion," Sheng Wuyou laughed, "So many years have passed in the blink of an eye."
When she smiled, deep wrinkles appeared around her eyes and at the corners of her mouth, but her eyes still vaguely retained some of the sweet smile she had in the past.
"I said I would come to see you after I got out of quarantine, luckily I made it in time."
"Don't feel sad for me," Sheng Wuyou tried to open his eyes wide and looked at everyone in front of him, "I didn't make the wrong choice back then. My life is worth it and I have no regrets in my life."
"I understand." Xu Shulou leaned over and kissed Sheng Wuyou on the forehead.
———
Sheng Wuyou was buried in the Sheng family cemetery, next to his father and mother.
Song Ping stood quietly in front of the tombstone, his appearance had not changed at all, just the same as it was back then.
Xu Shulou took out a small golden hairpin from the Qiankun bracelet. This was made by Sheng Wuyou for her when she was hit by Chen Zhuang's magic weapon and became the size of a palm. There were also many small clothes and quilts, all safely placed in a corner of the Qiankun bracelet.
She has kept it until today and placed it in front of Sheng Wuyou's tomb.
"How are you?"
Song Ping nodded silently.
Xu Shulou stood up and gave him a hug. Song Ping didn't say anything, but hugged her very tightly.
———
They returned to Mingyue Peak.
Song Ping rarely spoke and often practiced swordplay alone in silence.
The others looked at him worriedly from a distance.
Sometimes Feng Yi would play a tune on the flute, and the others would listen quietly.
"I feel like Second Brother is going to practice the Way of Mercy."
"Third Senior Brother," Bai Roushuang asked, "What exactly is the ruthless way?"
Feng Yi put down the flute in his hand and answered her softly: "The Tao is ruthless but also affectionate."
“…”
As these words came out, the sky suddenly became cloudy and darkened at an extremely fast speed. Thick inky clouds squeezed in the air, and there was no trace of sunlight.
Everyone was a cultivator, so they naturally understood the reason for this scene and looked at Xu Shulou.
"Senior Sister, you are about to survive the thunder tribulation!"
Xu Shulou looked down at his fingertips: "Yes."
From a certain perspective, the thunder tribulation is actually quite considerate. Once the signs appear, it will not strike immediately, but will give the cultivator who is undergoing the tribulation some time to prepare.
Everyone immediately got busy, and someone shouted, "Go call the headmaster! He likes to protect people everywhere. He will be very disappointed if you can't catch up!"
“…”
"The magic weapon to resist the thunder tribulation, hurry up!"
"Alright, alright, the shield is up!" someone reminded, "It's in the northeast corner. Sister, if you can't make it, hide in it in time! Don't try to be brave. If you can't make it this time, we can just come back next time."
“…”
Someone else shouted, "Where are the things you prepared?"
"Here, here!"
In the chaos, someone took a big red robe and put it on Xu Shulou, and put a ribbon with a big red flower on it on her, saying, "Dress more festively, it will increase your chances of surviving the tribulation!"
"..."Xu Shulou stood there, with a big red flower on his chest and some colorful strips of cloth draped over his body, like a festive lion head in a lion dance performance.
The vein on Bai Roushuang's forehead twitched, and all the sadness and worry were blocked in her throat.
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