Yun Sheng Depths

The new emperor succeeded to the throne and ordered a re-investigation of the old case of Meng Xiang. The grievances of the Meng family were finally washed away.

After Meng Xingzhou broke through the royal city, Lu Jia left the barracks with a diction.

He and Meng Xingzhou bid farewell at Meng Xiang's grave.

The once high-spirited young man was holding an urn.

In front of him is a jar of wine that has been opened.

Float in the sea, and immediately go to Kunlun.It seems that the story of King Qianliqin can no longer be connected with the rapidly aging man in front of him.

Ten years of blood that could not be cooled by drinking ice was buried in the desert, that distant northwest Lincheng, where he had the best memories, but also the most painful memories. Under this icy city of Ye, lay the person he loved the most.

Lu Jia watched him slump and decline, just like the peach branch that left the tree, but this branch was even more unfortunate. The wind, snow and scorching sun took away all his nutrients and would not regenerate.

Looking at Lu Jia and Huai Qin who came hand in hand, Meng Xingzhou raised a glass of wine, "Brother, come talk with me, just the two of us."

Huai Qin squeezed his hand and disappeared in place.

Lu Jia saw him holding the glass of wine, as if looking at someone, "Are you okay?"

Meng Xingzhou lowered his head, "Not good. I miss my father and sister, and I also miss Qin Yan."

A tear fell into the wine glass, and there were ripples.

"He wouldn't have died if it wasn't for me."

"It was I who killed him. My hatred, why should others share it for me. Qin Yan bled to death from his seven orifices in order to get Gu for me. I couldn't even see him for the last time."

"There are only a few ashes, but I still have a lot to say to him, but he can't hear it."

Lu Jia felt depressed when he thought of the still stubborn child covered in blood.

"Brother, how difficult it is to be alive."

Lu Jia raised his head abruptly, Meng Xingzhou's face was full of tears, and blood overflowed from the corner of his lips.

Meng Xingzhou put his head in Lu Jia's arms, and said softly, "Brother, I don't want to live anymore. My family feud has been avenged, and my mission is over. I should go down to accompany him."

Tears welled up in Lu Jia's eyes, and he just wiped away the black blood that was constantly overflowing from the corner of his lips, "Why, why are you so stupid?"

"The antidote, the antidote. I'll go find Huaiqin. He has a solution."

Meng Xingzhou looked at Lu Jia steadily, "No need, brother. I just don't want to live. You don't know, he is very timid. If I don't pick him up, he might hide somewhere and dare not leave. The errand is also looking for If not, how can he reincarnate, I have to go with him."

"We agreed to go to Jiangnan and open a medical clinic."

"Brother, you and Huaiqin will come to see us, right?"

The light in Meng Xingzhou's eyes gradually dimmed, leaving only a murmur, "Xiao Yan."

Lu Jia hugged the gradually icy body in his arms.

"Yes, it will."

The sound of the end of the mission sounded in my head.

"Congratulations, Mr. Lu, for successfully completing the task."

"What he hates is himself, right?"

"Yes."

"When am I leaving?"

"When it's time to leave, I will leave."

"it is good."

The heart is like a dead tree, and the body is like an untied boat.If death was his destination, it would be considered a good death.

Huai Qin appeared behind him, touched Lu Jia's slightly trembling shoulders, and gently wiped away the tears on his face, "Let's go."

Meng Xingzhou was no longer in Lu Jia's arms, only the plain clothes were stained with blood.

Huai Qin waved his hand, and the little bit of blood disappeared without a trace.

Huai Qin held his hand and walked up Xiaozhong Mountain, "They will meet."

Out of the city, it rained heavily.

Huai Qin gave birth to a bamboo bone umbrella out of thin air, which was exactly the same as Lu Jia's original umbrella.

The umbrella that dropped him on the small heavy mountain.

In a blink of an eye, so many years have passed.

It was raining heavily, and he looked up, and what he saw was Huaiqin's hair blowing in the wind, and the dark yellow oil-paper umbrella above his head, and the gray-blue sky in the distance.

The sounds of fighting and the wind seemed to have gone away, only Huai Qin's pair of cold, extremely deep eyes remained.There was a little Lu Jia reflected in it.

The rain curtain was like a curtain, and the water droplets were intertwined and sprinkled down one after another. He stood in the rain, stood quietly, facing the direction of Yecheng, without saying a word.

A plain robe, looking up at Lu Jia in Huaiqin.

Lu Jia lowered her head, her ears turned slightly red.

Huaiqin's smile deepened.

"Meng Yunsheng, follow me back to Xiaochongshan."

"it is good."

The mountain wind that was still blowing raindrops in all directions had stopped at some point, and the rain was fine and gentle.Under a small oil-paper umbrella, the sheltered space is somewhat warm.

In fact, it is cold everywhere, even Huai Qin's body is always cold, but in this vast sea of ​​rain, in this world, Lu Jia feels the warmth that he has never had before, as if there is only each other left.

They depend on each other, and that's fine.

That little apprehension disappeared.

So, they walked slowly all the way, and when they arrived at Xiaochong Mountain, the little monk was still the same little monk, but the abbot had traveled all over the world.

They went back to the back mountain courtyard again.

The system no longer appeared, and Lu Jia knew that he would only appear when he left.

Lu Jia and Huai Qin lived in Xiaozhongshan for five years.

Huaiqin absorbed more and more aura, but he didn't like magic tricks more and more.Lu Jia likes to take a nap in the shade, so he made a swing by himself; the fruits and vegetables that Lu Jia likes to eat gradually took over the empty courtyard, and even the few peach trees were transported from Lincheng to Xiaochongshan.

Lu Jia looked at Huai Qin who was planting peach trees in the corner of the courtyard, "Did you bring those peach trees back?"

Huaiqin nodded, "I said that if you want to let him bloom, you have to voluntarily bloom. If you don't bring it back, he won't."

Lu Jia knew that he meant something, so he stopped talking to him.

When he heard the system beep, he was lying in the sunset while Huaiqin picked watermelons and splashed them in the well water.

The shadows of the trees are mottled, and the indescribable tenderness is like a picture scroll that has faded away from the prosperity. The endless years are quiet and beautiful, and the fleeting years are stable.

Lu Jia got up, walked behind Huaiqin, hugged his waist, and said, "Huaiqin, let's go to Puji Temple, okay?"

Huai Qin took his hand and said, "Okay."

After Master Mingxin passed away, the young monk became the abbot.

The little monk who was once ignorant, dressed in cassock, with lowered eyebrows, knelt there.

Like a real Buddha.

Lu Jia burned three sticks of incense, and looked up at the Bodhisattva who was saving all sentient beings.

Everything was silent, except for the little monk's voice of chanting sutras.

"Mr. Lu, my condolences."

"I should have known."

He couldn't help it, and he had to pay the price for his greed.

Standing behind him, Huai Qin also looked up at the Buddha statue, but his expression was still calm.

He doesn't believe in Buddhism.

Lu Jia knelt down and kowtowed, Huai Qin helped him up.

The little abbot who was kneeling in front of the Buddha statue looked up at Lu Jia, "Benefactor Meng has something on his mind, and I need to ask the Buddha for instructions."

Lu Jia smiled, and said to the Bodhisattva whose eyes were slightly closed in the smog: "I don't have anything to trouble the Bodhisattva, but Huaiqin is favored by Xiao Chongshan to come and take a look."

"If you say your wish, I wish the Bodhisattva good health and all the best."

After speaking, he went out.

"Huaiqin, why are the peach blossoms in the yard still unwilling to bloom?"

Huaiqin took his hand and looked at a thin cloud in the sky, "If you want to see it, I'll let him drive."

"It doesn't want to let it open?"

"as long as you like it."

"Okay."

Lu Jia shook his hand, "Today I want to accompany you to see peach blossoms."

That afternoon, the peach blossoms outside the house were in full bloom, and the breeze blew by, rolling up a rain of flowers all over the sky.

Lu Jia lay in Huai Qin's arms, looking up at the bright peach blossoms on the branches.Those flimsy peach blossoms fell on his face, leaving a little floral fragrance, which was gently brushed away by Huai Qin.

Huai Qin brushed off the petals for him with one hand, and rubbed two spots on the back of Lu Jia's neck with the other.I don't know what method Huaiqin used, but the two small scars grew into two cinnabar moles filled with blood beads.

Lu Jia took his hand and pulled it around his waist.Kissing the corner of his lips, twisting a tuft of his hair with her fingers and wrapping it in her hands, she said, "Hold me in."

In the evening, the flowers in the house are also in full bloom.

Lu Jia stroked Huai Qin's gluttonous eyebrows, stretched his arms and kissed his eyes, just this action caused a pain in his lower back, but he only looked at Huai Qin's sleeping face, and then sighed deeply for a long time Take a breath.

This day finally came, Lu Jia thought, he spent most of the time in this world on this small mountain, he thought it could be longer.

Huai Qin was too lonely, and so was he.

They embraced each other and passed through the cold winter.

Another boring summer.

Nothing could have been more fortunate.

His life was consumed at a rapid rate, and he rested his head on Huaiqin's shoulder.Fingers curled up, grasping Huaiqin's little finger tightly, veins protruding from the back of his bony hand, a line of tears seeped into Huaiqin's shoulder:

"Huaiqin, goodbye."

When Huai Qin woke up, it was already three days later.He lay on the bed for a while, and when he realized something, he looked down.

The person in his arms held his little finger tightly, and usually looked at him lazily with his eyes closed and his head resting on his shoulder, which was an extremely dependent gesture.

The other hand was beside his mouth, and he reached out to touch it, his mouth was full of blood.

With trembling hands, Huai Qin stroked his cheek, but there was no trace of warmth.

The little monk is chanting scriptures in the Buddhist hall.

Suddenly there was a helpless cry from the back mountain.

The crying lasted for a long time, and the air was filled with black air that was too thick to dissolve.

The copper bells at the four corners of the Buddhist hall rang suddenly, and the snakes, insects, mice, birds and animals in the deep mountains and old forests fled in fright.

The little monk is still knocking on the wooden fish.In the word love, there is nothing others can do except for self-help.

The white snow has turned into a snake shape, and a white bone is wrapped around it.

There are many bones, only a piece of red thread is wrapped around the knuckles.

The giant snake closed its eyes and fell into a deep sleep.Two lines of blood and tears meandered down.

The blood and tears fell to the ground and turned into fire, one person and one snake burned into ashes, dissipating between the heaven and the earth.

The animals in the mountains, the birds and the green cicadas began to look for food again, as if nothing had happened.

It's just that in this mountain courtyard, people won't wake up, and snakes won't wake up again.

The bells of the ancient temple rang, and the four-cornered copper bells wailed.