go home
Yin Heng set up a barrier to conceal everyone's presence and turned to leave. Through the soles of his shoes, he could feel the cold blood.
He was too powerless and had no way to deal with it. He could only swing his sword numbly.
When will this world be free from bloodshed? We have been covering up the truth for so many years that even he took it seriously.
"Zhao Yu."
The cyan figure entered his sight, stepping over a sea of corpses and blood. That person peeled off all his disguises, revealing his most vulnerable side.
Yin Heng nearly fainted and was held in Xiao Yuan's arms. Through the bloodstained clothes, they were touching two hearts that were purest.
He was too tired, but he couldn't show it in front of outsiders, he couldn't fall down.
They licked each other's wounds and used their remaining strength to protect the ones they loved.
Countless disciples from various sects were killed or wounded, and their initial advantage had long since vanished. The ghost soldiers drank the monks' blood with relish.
A ray of golden light broke through the clouds, streaked across the sky, and in an instant turned into five colors. It was the only source of light in the world.
A figure could be vaguely seen, and that person came flying on a sword. He was dressed in a red dress that was more beautiful than maple leaves, and his three thousand white hair fluttered in the wind, and his hairpin was casually tied up.
Xiao Lanyu narrowed his eyes slightly, took in the man's face, and murmured, "Ancestor..."
The person who came was none other than the founder of the Chiqing Sect. He had no name, no surname, and no origin, and he named himself "Liaochen", meaning to leave behind the mundane world.
Liaochen practiced the art of immortality, secluded himself for many years, and who knows how many generations have passed. Few people have seen him in person, and only the younger generation of the sect have seen a few of his portraits.
Boom——
Boom——
The ringing of bells echoed in my ears, ripples appeared in the winding sea of blood, and the mountain wind whistled past.
Liaochen was flying in the air with his sword, his figure was tall and straight, and the huge golden chimes were shining brightly.
Influenced by the sound of the bell, the ghost soldiers hugged their heads and bent their bodies, their weapons clanged to the ground, and the ghost energy rushed straight into the sky.
In an instant, mountains crumbled, withered vegetation revived, and ghostly energy gathered, roaring and clamoring like hungry beasts.
That is the product of all kinds of worldly ties and infatuation.
“I don’t want to die!”
“Why?!”
"I want to go home..."
"You will die a miserable death!"
Thousands of desires cannot be fulfilled, turning into curses and unwillingness before death.
The golden Sanskrit script outside the chimes circulated, and the invisible bell sounds took shape. They became long dragons, enveloping the ghostly energy and restraining the remaining ghost soldiers.
"Save all sentient beings, disperse all worldly ties, reincarnate into the next life——"
The long dragon strangled the ghostly energy, turning the ghost soldiers into dust. The thick clouds churned and dispersed, eventually transforming into a gentle rain.
All worldly ties fade away and enter the cycle of reincarnation.
Liaochen landed steadily on the ground. Xiao Lanyu hurried to greet him and bowed respectfully, "I am Xiao Lanyu, paying my respects to the ancestor."
Liaochen nodded slightly, hummed, and said, "Are you one of my disciples?"
"That's right." Xiao Lanyu said.
Although he was an elder, he was the sect leader's personal disciple when he was young. Later, he was appointed as the replacement when the position of elder became vacant.
Lechen didn't react at all. He turned around and left, saying from a distance, "Then I'll leave it to you to take care of the aftermath."
Xiao Lanyu's shoulders relaxed visibly, and he held the tattered fan tightly in his hand. The word "Xiao" engraved on the fan bone was covered by mottled bloodstains.
"Ayun——"
After the fierce battle, Ye Qingci did not breathe a sigh of relief. He was worried about Jiang Yun. He had accidentally lost contact with him before and now he had not seen him.
"Ayun——" He called the man's name tirelessly, his throat moving and his voice slightly deep and hoarse.
My heart was always hanging, like an animal tied up and hanging over hot soup.
The rain had not stopped yet, it was rustling down, soaking away the mess on his face.
Suddenly, he stepped on something hard and slippery in the rain, causing him to stumble.
He steadied himself and took a closer look, only to discover that it was their token of love - a jade pendant.
How come you are here...
Maybe Jiang Yun dropped it accidentally.
Ye Qingci bent down to pick up the jade pendant. Half-dried blood mixed with rainwater, he wiped away the bloodstains. It was engraved with the words "Until death do us part"—they had carved it together when they pledged their love. There was a crack there, perhaps from his stepping on it.
Ever since he picked up the jade pendant, he always felt uneasy, as if something was grabbing him and making him feel depressed.
Ye Qingci continued walking forward with the jade pendant. Less than a cup of tea later, he saw a figure that was very familiar to him.
The man was lying quietly on the ground, covered in blood.
The color of the clothes he was wearing at that time could no longer be seen. All that could be seen was a bright red, and pale hands under the wide robe.
Ye Qingci didn't care about anything else. He rushed over, half-knelt on the dust, and hugged the man in his arms. The smell of rain mixed with soil filled his nostrils.
"Ayun..." His voice kept trembling. His handsome hands, which had never trembled when holding the sword, were now shaking like a sieve.
The hand beneath the wide robe curled slightly. Jiang Yun regained consciousness for a moment, his eyelashes half-closed and his eyelids drooping limply.
Jiang Yun's eyes fell on the person holding him, gentle, affectionate and full of reluctance.
There was hardly any intact skin on his body, and his blood had long been drained. He knew that he was just a spent force.
"Ayun...Are you in pain? I'll take you away." He touched his cheek soothingly and picked him up.
He didn't know when the corners of his eyes were wet, and Jiang Yun wanted to wipe away the tears. But his hands were covered in blood, and the more he wiped, the dirtier they became. He was at a loss as to how to wipe the blood off his hands.
But no matter how he wiped it, it wouldn't get clean.
Why can't I wipe it off...
He smiled helplessly and said in a hoarse voice: "Qingci, don't cry..."
How can I not feel heartbroken when I see my loved one crying? The pain from the wounds on my body is not even half as much as the heartache.
Ye Qingci carried him back, and the originally calm puddle was splashed with dirty water by his hasty step, making a loud noise.
He said, "Ayun, don't talk. I'll take you home."
go home...
"Qingci, I also want to go home with you, but I feel a little powerless."
It turns out that when she was in the Ghost Realm, she said that if the red thread is broken, the fate is also broken, and it was true...
And none of them cared at that time.
Jiang Yun said to himself: "I know you have a photographic memory and are very talented since you were a child, but now I am a little annoyed by your good memory."
I'm afraid you won't forget me, I'm afraid you won't forget today.
"I'm sorry... I just wish you good health and happiness for the rest of your life. Please don't think about me all the time, okay? I also want you to see the world that I have never seen for me." You will not have me for the rest of your life, so I will turn into the rain of lovesickness and melt in the wind to wipe away the dust on your shoulders.
Ye Qingci's tears fell down, every drop fell on Jiang Yun's cheek, but every drop also fell on his heart, like pulling with a blunt knife, bleeding.
Jiang Yun sighed softly, but still helped him wipe away his tears. He heard his almost pleading voice: "Don't say it... Don't say it, Ah Yun. Let's go home..."
But, home is where you are.
His only regret in this life was that he did not have a grand wedding with him and did not announce to the world that he was his Taoist partner and his lover.
They drank a cup of wedding wine and made a lifelong vow in a home that belonged only to them.
Jiang Yun held his face in his hands, and with the remaining strength, he kissed his beloved in the drizzle.
The slightly salty tears flowed along the lips and between the teeth, and love and reluctance were all melted in this kiss.
He still remembered the laughter and chatter of the past clearly, every smile was vivid in his mind, too many to let go. Jiang Yun didn't want to think about it anymore, he was afraid that if he thought about it any further, he would be even more reluctant to leave.
Their lips parted, and he put his arms around Ye Qingci's neck and buried his head in the crook of his neck.
Stay away from the world.
At least he was by his side until his death.
Ye Qingci felt his heartbeat gradually calming down, hugged him and cursed silently.
God can torture him however he wants, but why must he take away his lover?
Why...
Why?!
"Ayun... people always return to their roots after death, but I just want to take you back to our home."
The home that belongs only to them.
He rested his chin on the top of his head, his eyes red as he moved his body back.
He didn't know how long he had been walking until he saw Yin Heng and Xiao Yuan.
When they saw Ye Qingci coming back with Jiang Yun in his arms, they were stunned for a moment, and later realized that Jiang Yun was dead.
Xiao Yuan hadn't been with Jiang Yun for long, but she felt uncomfortable. Yin Heng, who had grown up with Jiang Yun and had been his older brother for decades, was grief-stricken.
He could never have imagined that this time, he would lose the little tail that had followed him since he was a child, the little junior brother who he could never get rid of no matter how hard he tried.
There was no light in Ye Qingci's eyes. He just said, "I'll take him back." Then he left.
Xiao Yuan glanced at Yin Heng, his eyes reddened. He gently held Yin Heng's hand, and the warmth from his fingertips spread to his chest.
His eyes were moist, but the tears did not fall in the end. He forced himself to lead his people back to the Cang Jing Sect and asked the elders to take care of the aftermath.
Ye Qingci did not bring Jiang Yun back, so Yin Heng and Xiao Yuan naturally did not see them. When they returned to the room, they saw the small wooden box on the table, which contained the hairpin that Jiang Yun gave to Xiao Yuan.
It was one of his few remaining possessions.
Seeing things reminds me of people.
Yin Heng hugged the small wooden box and sobbed. He had been holding it in until now, but now, behind the scenes, he let out all his emotions like a child.
Outside the window, birds are chirping as they return to their nests, but the person who left has not returned yet.
Jiang Yun likes Endless Summer the most because it symbolizes family reunion and eternal love.
How to reunite.
Xiao Yuan was lost in thought as he stared at the small box. When he came to his senses, he had already hugged Yin Heng from behind. He whispered, "Keep it safe."
Ye Qingci took Jiang Yun's body back to their small bamboo house. He wiped Jiang Yun's body and changed him into clean clothes.
Unhealed wounds covered his body. Perhaps he felt that they were too glaring, so he covered up those hideous wounds as if to deceive himself.
At first glance it looked like he was just asleep.
He clasped Jiang Yun's fingers, squeezed between their fingers, hugged Jiang Yun, and murmured to himself: "Ah Yun, look. I mean what I said. I'm taking you home. Open your eyes and look, okay?"
He begged the person in his arms to respond to him, but he knew in his heart.
No.
There will be no response.
Ye Qingci sighed helplessly, "Forget it, if you are tired, just take a nap. I will call you when you have rested well. You have to wake up." Wake up and open your eyes to look at me...
He had promised that after this trip he would accompany him back to see his master.
Unfortunately, fate did not allow him to have his wish.
Since then, I have lost sight of my old friend across thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.
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