Rongyu
Yi Ming's head was twisted off, his crimson eyes staring forward, blood still gurgling from the neck. The man stood atop the main wall of Shifang City, overlooking the swirling world.
He threw Yi Ming's head off the wall. When it rolled to the ground, all the ghosts in the area stopped and stared at the head in a daze.
It seemed to be trying to identify its owner.
But they knew very well that even though there was only a head and the face was covered in blood, those eyes would not be mistaken.
That is their Lord Pluto.
They looked up at the man on the wall. The light was dim and they couldn't see his face clearly. They could only see his straight back and the fluttering hem of his robe.
They have always respected the strong. As long as they kill this Hades, he will be the new Hades.
The strong wind was howling like the whisper of a devil.
All the ghosts knelt down at the same time, bowing their heads to the ground, and shouted respectfully, "Greetings, Lord Pluto!"
The crows cried, flapped their wings and flew to the foot of the city, gnawing at the pair of jewel-like eyes, with a mournful and strange sound.
There is a small house in the forest at the foot of the mountain, surrounded by lush trees.
Ye Qingci hadn't slept well in the past few days. He was the one in his dreams, and the dark circles under his eyes were very obvious. He used his spiritual power to keep Jiang Yun's body from decaying, but the body's cold temperature was a constant reminder to him.
Jiang Yun couldn't wake up.
Yin Jingyi had also been out of confinement for the past few days, and had just heard about Jiang Yun's situation, and that Ye Qingci hadn't brought him back. They knew where Ye Qingci was, but no one went looking for him because they knew he needed time to accept it.
Ye Qingci tidied Jiang Yun's clothes, picked him up and opened the door. Everything was as usual, but it stirred ripples in his heart.
They have lived here for four years, and Jiang Yun is still so young that he has not seen all the mountains and rivers with him.
At that time, they danced with swords here and made a vow, but now they can only recall the past.
All the past events are like fleeting glimpses, no longer here.
He didn't know what kind of mood he was in. He tightened his arms around Jiang Yun, raised his feet and started walking, stepping over the dead branches and leaves.
He was going to take Jiang Yun back to Lingcang Peak. He couldn't let him stay here with him for the rest of his life, and he couldn't let his family not even see his body.
He can't be so selfish...
He condensed a spirit butterfly in advance and sent a message to Yin Heng, telling him that he would take Jiang Yun back today. Yin Heng prepared some things in advance, especially an ice coffin, to bury Jiang Yun.
After reaching the mountain, Yin Jingyi and Lin Yu were the first to greet them. They hadn't been able to see Jiang Yun for the last time. Lin Yu's eyes welled up with tears after just one look; she had long considered him her own child.
Lin Yu's fingertips trembled as she caressed his face, her eyes flushed red. "Ah Yun... why are you..."
"It was my fault that I didn't protect him..." Ye Qingci said.
Yin Jingyi took Lin Yu back a little, his expression calm. "How can this be blamed on you? Your fate is already determined. You can only blame yourself for being like ants and unable to defeat God."
Ye Qingci wanted to say something, but Yin Jingyi interrupted him, and the unspoken words were choked in his throat.
"Go in first."
Yin Jingyi led him in and took him to the ice coffin that Yin Heng had prepared in advance.
There is cold smoke curling outside the ice coffin, and the spiritual energy is rich, which can protect his body from rotting.
Ye Qingci gently put him in. The translucent aqua-blue ice coffin made his face look even paler, and his chapped lips were tightly pursed.
Yin Jingyi noticed the dark circles under his eyes and gently patted his shoulder. "Qingci, Ah Yun did this for the greater good. He's a good man, and so are you. If Ah Yun were still alive, he wouldn't want you to be like this. Just take a good rest."
At night.
Ye Qingci leaned against the ice coffin, muttering something to himself, staring at the pale face. He reached out and touched the corner of the man's lips, cutting his fingertips, and blood dripped from his fingertips onto his lips.
Ye Qingci wiped away the drop of blood, the only color on that face. The ferocious red stung his heart, like a needle piercing it, torturing him all the time.
He eventually became a mortal away from the secular world, but he insisted on leaving such a person behind to survive.
The next day, Yin Heng hung white silk outside the hall early in the morning. After he finished his work, he went in and saw Ye Qingci. He had slept leaning against the ice coffin like that last night.
Yin Heng tiptoed over to him, still able to see his slightly damp eyelashes. Yin Heng was planning to let him sleep a little longer, when Xiao Yuan came in, intending to ask Ye Qingci to get up and sleep somewhere else.
Yin Heng placed his index finger in front of his lips, signaling not to disturb him. Xiao Yuan nudged him with his elbow, then turned to pat Ye Qingci, "Why are you sleeping here? It's still early, go back to your room and get some more sleep."
Ye Qingci was woken up by Xiao Yuan. He shook his head and said, "No need."
After an hour, the funeral was not grand, but a few incense sticks were burned for him, and some people came to pay their respects to him.
Zhang Huailan also came. Ye Qingci looked depressed, and only when he saw her did he show some emotion.
They didn't expect that their last meeting would be the last and only time.
Ye Qingci was like a child, letting Zhang Huailan hold him, just like when he was little. He shed silent tears, soaking her clothes.
Zhang Huailan pinched her sleeve and wiped it for him.
Xiao Yuan was wearing plain clothes and pinning up his hair with a snow-white wooden hairpin, which was a relic of his mother.
Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of a person out of the corner of my eye. It was Xiao Lanyu.
He had no relatives or friends with Jiang Yun, so he naturally didn't come to mourn for him. He came to look for Xiao Yuan. Originally, he just wanted to see her from a distance, but he still went to burn some incense.
As he turned around, he glanced at Xiao Yuan. His eyebrows and eyes were so similar. Then he looked closely and saw the white wooden hairpin, and was stunned for a moment.
Xiao Lanyu approached him.
"Can I have a look at the hairpin on your head?" he asked.
Xiao Yuan didn't answer, but simply took the wooden hairpin off her head and handed it to him. Xiao Lanyu took the hairpin and gently stroked the hairpin with his fingertips. The top was carved into a cirrus shape.
The hairpin is worn out and looks like it has been there for many years.
How can there be such similar people in the world...
Xiao Lanyu returned the hairpin to Xiao Yuan and asked him, "Where did you get this wooden hairpin?"
"This is my mother's legacy."
Mother?
"What's your mother's name?" Xiao Lanyu asked again.
Xiao Yuan hesitated for a moment, "I have nothing to say. When she was alive, when others asked her, she just said 'Rong Yu'."
There was once a person sitting among the flowers, bright as flowing light.
"Brother, look, it's fallen flowers! A line of poetry suddenly came to my mind. The petals dance gracefully in the falling flowers, flowing gracefully in the wind and sun. What do you think?"
Rong Yu...
Duan Yu'an, is that you?
"No wonder, I was wondering why some people looked so similar, yeah."
"There's no need to talk about the past. My old friend is gone, so I'm sorry I can't keep him company." Xiao Yuan said, then turned and left.
They all knew the relationship between the two, but no one wanted to break the window paper.
Seeing the things of an old friend again made me feel a little confused.
That was more than 20 years ago, when they were still young.
"Brother, hurry up, we are going down the mountain!" The young Duan Yu'an shouted from afar, with a smile as beautiful as a flower spreading across his cheeks.
Xiao Lanyu was the sect master's personal disciple, a typical favored child of heaven. All those unruly female cultivators loved to pester him and were infatuated with him. So Xiao Lanyu's face always seemed to have the words "keep away from idle people" written on it.
This little junior sister is quite a troublesome person. No matter how hard the big ice blocks try, she can't freeze her.
The junior fellow standing next to Xiao Lanyu bumped into his shoulder and tilted his head to tease him, "Hey, senior brother, is the junior sister also obsessed with your beauty?"
Xiao Lanyu glanced at him when he heard this, and his junior brother immediately shut up. He warned him, "Who allowed you to be suspicious of others? Have you finished your training today?"
The junior fellow left in embarrassment, and Xiao Lanyu walked towards Duan Yu'an.
Duan Yu'an accepted the assignment. It was the first time for the junior sister to go down the mountain, so the elder asked Xiao Lanyu to go with her to take care of her.
Duan Yu'an's favorite hairpin in the past was the white wooden hairpin. Unlike other women, she did not like flashy hairpins, but preferred simple and elegant ones.
"Brother, you are so slow. Tell me what fun places there are at the foot of the mountain. I would like to stay a few more days."
Duan Yu'an was always interested in the things down the mountain. Xiao Lanyu just sat silently beside her, listening to her talk.
Xiao Lanyu was still quite caring towards her, but the facts proved that what his junior brother said was right, Duan Yu'an was indeed in love with him.
And they are ostentatious and unrestrained, without any concealment.
She tried different ways to please him every day and gave him all kinds of random things.
One day, she begged Xiao Lanyu to take her down the mountain. They went to the foot of the most luxuriant ancient tree. Thousands of crimson silk threads hung from its branches, fluttering in the wind, stretching as far as the distant mountains.
She just ignored it and said, "Brother, I want to be with you, not as a senior brother or sister."
That night, her eyes sparkled with a glittering brilliance, a seriousness she had never seen before.
Xiao Lanyu just left after saying "It's unreasonable".
Duan Yu'an stood under the tree for a long time. She wrote something on the crimson silk and hung it up.
Maybe he is looking for marriage.
After that, Xiao Lanyu distanced himself from her, but she remained the same. Even if she banged her head against this wall and bled, she would not turn back.
Later, Duan Yu'an probably lost his mind and found "□□" from somewhere.
It is the most corrosive love potion in the world, colorless and tasteless.
She put it in the tea and gave it to him.
When Xiao Lanyu was confused and infatuated, he didn't even recognize who was in front of him and begged her to help him.
The two of them spent a wild night together, lingering in bed.
Duan Yu'an got what she wanted, but was this really what she wanted?
Wasn't it his heart that she wanted? When did it become this kind of desire...
The bedding was thrown aside in a mess, the clothes were scattered on the floor, and the broken teacups had not been picked up yet.
The next day, Xiao Lanyu woke up and saw this scene. He was so angry that he couldn't help but get angry. He said to Duan Yu'an, "Duan Yu'an, you are crazy about men, right? You can sleep with others so easily? And in such a despicable way."
This was the first time he had ever said such vicious words.
Duan Yu'an sat on the couch in a daze for a long time. After the lovemaking, he felt endless loss and a condemnation that went straight to his soul.
She knew it was her own fault, she had lost her mind and had lost her original heart.
This was the only wrong thing she had ever done in her life.
That was all her delusion.
So no matter how she was treated, she had no complaints.
Xiao Lanyu reported the matter to the sect leader, and as expected, she was expelled from the Chiqing Sect and would never be able to return.
She carried her small bag and embarked on a journey of no return.
When she was packing her things, she suddenly realized that she had lived here for so many years but had never owned anything for a long time.
After Duan Yu'an left, Xiao Lanyu returned to his original life. No one mentioned that incident again, and everyone buried it deep in their hearts.
They never saw each other again until Duan Yu'an died.
In fact, Xiao Lanyu went down the mountain a long time later and went to the ancient tree where she was dragged to. The crimson silk thread written by Duan Yu'an was still there; she had left a trace of her consciousness, making it easy to find.
Xiao Lanyu took off the crimson silk. It had faded and the words written on it were blurry and barely recognizable.
What she wrote was: I hope my senior brother Xiao Lanyu will be safe and have no regrets in this life.
The handwriting is elegant, and every stroke is filled with endless true feelings, and there is no regret in writing.
She didn't ask for a good marriage for herself, she just asked for him to live a healthy life.
Her obsession finally dissipated along with her foolish past and turned into a pile of ashes.
No regrets in this life.
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