Chapter 332 First Release "I found you."...
The area is surrounded by layers of green mountains and the Yuan River.
Now that spring has arrived, the magnolia tree in front of the Song Family Mausoleum is in full bloom, with thousands of branches and countless flowers, which is both gorgeous and sad.
But unlike the bright and sunny outside, the deeper you go into the tomb, the darker and more lifeless it becomes. Only the flickering candlelight retains a hint of life.
"Sorry." Tai Hao leaned back, with the back of his head touching something cold, which was even colder than the cold pool water in Fulian Cave.
——That is Song Linsheng’s coffin.
He looked up at the dark ceiling of the tomb, imagining what it would be like to lie there alone. "I took possession of you..."
Tai Hao, who has always been handsome and dignified, with eyebrows like distant mountains and eyes like frost and snow, now sits on the ground without any manners, allowing the dust in the room to climb onto his brocade robe with lotus pattern.
The whole person was in a state of decadence and desolation, just like a withered snow lotus.
Perhaps he had been unconscious for too long, so he had forgotten that speaking to an empty coffin was like a drop of water falling into a lake or a drop of stone falling into a mountain or a river. How could there be an echo?
After parting at Gouwu Mountain, Xiaoyu took Mingkun to Chengyun Mountain. Fengdu chased Taimu back to the ghost city of Youdu. Even Zangling changed his route to Jiangyang in search of Wen Yanzi...
He was the only one who kept thinking about it, but always felt that he had nowhere to go.
"I'm sorry to bother you." Tai Hao seemed to chuckle softly, but then he began to sob again. "Song Linsheng."
Those three short words seemed to have exhausted all his strength. Even after he finished speaking, Tai Hao was still unable to come back to his senses.
He belatedly raised his sleeve to touch the outer wall of the coffin, looking at the room full of burial objects, and the dust stirred up by his movement flew before his eyes.
A feeling of helplessness came over him like a wave, soaking him and making him feel suffocated.
If the owner of this tomb is Song Linsheng, then who is he?
"He's a coward, a despicable person." Thinking that he actually started to answer his own questions, Tai Hao couldn't help but sneer, "He's the one who caused your soul to be torn apart."
The coffin behind him was silent. Dead things cannot speak, but as a living person, he also had many things to say.
Tai Hao covered his face with his hands, thinking that closing his eyes would stop him from crying, but his twitching Adam's apple and slightly hunched shoulders betrayed him.
It was just a wisp of soul that was forced to stay, but it was enough to support Song Linsheng in this tomb without sunlight for more than three hundred years.
Although he possessed three complete souls and seven spirits, he almost collapsed in just a few days.
As powerful as a god, yet as tiny as a mortal, what is the difference between them?
"The person she is looking for is... you..." Tai Hao said in a trembling voice.
In the empty tomb, he didn't know whether he was talking to Song Linsheng, who had long been lost in the long river of time, or to himself, who had existed forever but whose face was a little blurry.
How could he claim to be Song Linsheng? He was just deceiving himself.
In the past, at Duanyunbian, he was no match for Zizhan, and now in Jiangyang Prefecture, he is no match for Song Linsheng.
It turned out that from the beginning to the end, he had never really walked up to Xiaoyu.
Tai Hao slowly closed his eyes, sneered, and dust and ashes flew towards him, making the loneliness and misery surrounding him so thick that it could not be dispelled.
"Who are you looking for?" Wen Yu, who had arrived out of nowhere, suddenly spoke up in the silence of the room. "Yuan Que?"
Like a sharp blade cutting through brocade, the sound of tearing silk arose, breaking the silence in the tomb. The wind that rushed in from the gap made the stagnant air surge again.
Tai Hao suddenly opened his eyes and turned to look in the direction of the voice without hesitation. Seeing that the person coming was Xiaoyu, his pupils suddenly constricted and his whole body stiffened as if he was nailed to the spot and couldn't move.
No matter how dead the lake in my heart is, seeing Xiaoyu again will cause ripples again and again.
"No." In a panic, Tai Hao took a long time to find his voice, "Xiaoyu..."
He didn't know how much Xiaoyu remembered about the past, but he understood that she cared very much about others comparing her with Yuan Que.
Afraid that she would misunderstand, and even more afraid that she would be sad, Tai Hao subconsciously wanted to explain something, but he didn't know where to start.
After all, countless things have happened in the past thousands of years.
Was it from Chengyun Peak, or Houchun Mountain? Zhuoying Palace, or... Fulian Cave?
The tomb was dim and the candlelight was not glaring, but Wen Yu felt a sense of blockage in her eyes, making it difficult for her to see clearly.
It was clearly just a few steps away. Wen Yu watched him hurriedly stand up, but she felt that the two of them were so far apart that they had walked for tens of thousands of years and still could not walk hand in hand.
"Song Linsheng." Through the mist, Wen Yu smiled as if she had won a battle. "I found you."
It was as if the stars for tens of millions of years were shaking together, and disbelief spread from Taihao's eyes. He didn't care that he was covered in dust, and ran towards Wen Yu, but suddenly stopped when he was about to meet her face to face.
In an instant, everything was quiet and time stopped, just like a person who was immersed in an illusion and didn't want to wake up. Taihao was also afraid that Xiaoyu in front of him was just a dream of his.
Because beautiful dreams are easily shattered.
Tai Hao's eyebrows twitched slightly, and he opened his mouth several times but couldn't say a word. Tears were clearly still on his face, but he couldn't help but smile.
She called him Song Linsheng, she said...
"What did you say? Xiaoyu." Taihao's pleading tone was almost humble, which he had never said before when facing others.
On the high platform, Taihao has been an emperor admired by countless people for tens of millions of years, but in front of Xiaoyu, he doesn't even have time to be himself.
He stretched out his hand tremblingly, but his fingertips suddenly curled up when they were about to touch Wen Yu.
——I am afraid that the poem will be interrupted and cannot be continued, and I am afraid that the good dream will be hard to keep.
If this was truly an imaginary spectacle, he would be willing to sleep here forever and never wake up again.
At the end, Taihao's voice was almost filled with tears. "I can't hear you clearly. Can you say it again?"
Like flowers in the fog and the moon in the water, it is both close at hand and far away in the horizon.
Even Wen Yu himself couldn't count how much time had passed between him and him. It was not the hundred years at the Rebirth Inn, nor the one year at Jiangyang Mansion.
"I'll tell you." She grasped the cold hands without hesitation, trying to make the person in front of her feel her presence. "Song Linsheng, I found you."
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"I found you--" Wen Yu rolled up his sleeves, lifted the robe in front of him, squatted down, and then gently stirred the water with his hands.
The leaves are green, the lotus is red, and the fragrance is floating in the air. The lotus flowers in Fulian Cave, which have been growing for who knows how many years, are blooming together in the snow.
Winter is not over yet, but spring is here. It is hard to say whether it is the way of nature or a miracle from heaven.
Wen Yu's eyes flickered, and her gaze fell on the half-open double-petal lotus in the middle. "It's quite beautiful."
Unlike the other flowers, this double-petaled lotus has more luxuriant leaves, layered like a blooming skirt, and it is the only bright color among the red flowers in the pond.
It's like a drop of powder falling into pure white satin, staining the tips of its petals with a very subtle color.
In a trance, Wen Yu thought she saw it blushing.
It seemed to have gained intelligence and could understand what Wen Yu said. After realizing that she had no ill intentions and was even praising her, it suddenly blossomed completely.
Although it grows in the mud, it is not stained by dust.
The double-petaled lotus stood gracefully, swaying in the wind in the water, sending a clear and fragrant aroma to Wen Yu's nose.
——It was different from anything she had heard or seen in heaven or on earth, or in the world.
Wen Yu couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. When she reacted, she couldn't help but think in her heart that it was just an ordinary half green stick with a red flower. Even if the color was special, how could it make people panic?
Realizing her own loss of composure, she quickly turned her head and glanced around.
There were snowflakes outside, but the Fulian Cave was filled with spring water. This abnormality made her uneasy. Not good, not good.
Recently, she was observing the celestial phenomena at night on Chengyun Mountain, and she saw that the Star Palace was moving violently. A stream of spiritual energy nurtured by heaven and earth was descending into the world, but she didn't know where it fell.
She had searched the three realms and six paths for it, but unexpectedly she found it in the Fulian Cave where there was no one in sight.
"My name is Wen Yu, and I'm Yuan Que, the Divine Lord of Chengyun Mountain." Wen Yu coughed lightly and began to introduce himself. "You, practice diligently. How about ascending to the Ninth Heaven and becoming my neighbor someday?"
She remembered that the Zhuoying Palace seemed to be empty.
The double-petaled lotus swayed gracefully, reporting the fragrance that filled the pond to Wen Yu, but did not answer.
It must have awakened its intelligence, but had not yet learned to speak. Wen Yu's mind moved, and a little green light appeared on his fingertips -
Why not give it a helping hand?
But just as he was about to touch the double-petaled lotus with white and pink petals, Wen Yu suddenly clenched his palm into a fist and put his hand back into his sleeve.
Could it be that she is seeing things?
At that moment just now, I always felt that this double-petaled lotus was about to change its shape, and it was really inappropriate to touch its... body casually.
Wen Yu pressed his hand against his chest, feeling the thunderous and tsunami-like vibrations beneath his skin, not knowing what he was so nervous about.
It's just a lotus, a trunk, no body...
"Next time we meet." She hurriedly stood up and rushed out of the Lotus Cave without looking back. "Answer my questions."
There is still a long way to go.
It just so happened that she had learned how to make kites in the human world a few days ago, so she sent a few over for him to play with.
Otherwise, wouldn't he be suffocated to death staying alone in this Fulian Cave?
——This is their first meeting.
Even though it has been more than ten thousand years, I can still feel the palpitations I felt at that time.
Wen Yu raised her sleeve and touched her chest. The vibration inside was like the flapping of wings of millions of butterflies, and the endless storm it stirred up made her breathless.
No wonder in Jiangyang Mansion, Song Linsheng said that he was reincarnated in a thousand-year-old lotus, and it was very easy for him to make lotus leaves grow.
It was clearly their first meeting, but he was the only one who remembered it. When he said this, what was Song Linsheng thinking?
How many extraordinary days and nights have he spent behind those ordinary tones of his voice?
Wen Yu held Song Linsheng's cold hand with one hand, and stroked his jade-like face with the other. Watching the crystal drops falling from his eyes like beads, she couldn't help but think -
The tears of her lover are the smallest river in the world, and how should she face the crying of the river.
"Xiaoyu." Taihao shook her hand gently with trembling fingertips.
He was afraid that if he exerted even a little force, the person in front of him would disappear like he had done countless times in his dreams.
It was not until he felt the warmth of her palm that Tai Hao truly believed that what he saw was not an illusion. "Thank you... for finding me..."
The dusty memories came to light and rushed towards Taihao, or Song Linsheng.
But at that time, neither Taihao nor Song Linsheng was his name.
When they first met, he was just a mute lotus in the Fulian Cave, and he met Wen Yu when he was about to bloom.
She asked him to answer the question of whether he wanted to go to the Ninth Heaven and be their neighbor when they met next time.
So from then on, he waited day and night for their second time alone—
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