I play games in Xianxia world

Chapter 430
When all the dust is over.

Shen Ming could only sigh, and walked back to Chang'an City with a somewhat lonely figure.

Looking back at the world, it has already been fragmented.

turned into dust.

In this battle, many souls were destroyed, and many mountains and rivers were shattered. However, everything is a foregone conclusion.

Shen Ming returned to the Peach Blossom Forest.

He built tombstones on the Daxueping with his own hands.

Then carefully carved the words on the stele, starting from, Shen's one hundred and eight heavenly gangsters, and began to carve one by one.

Shen Ming is like an old man with a dying candle, sitting lonely in the milky white space between the sky and the earth, occasionally Hongchan would look across the snow and sigh in vain.

Lin Tianping.

Empress Tianlan.

Xu Fengshan, Liu An, Liu Ping... tombstones stand up one after another.

The broken thoughts in Shen Ming's mouth slipped down together with the tears.

Half a year later, a tomb was erected on the snowy plain next to the peach blossom forest.

When every day falls.

Shen Ming would always hold a jug of wine and sit in front of the grave and drink the West Wind alone.

"When I was walking between the sky and the earth, the sun was scorching hot, and the moon was shining in the sky, someone asked me, is the sky between the sky and the earth bright enough?"

"At that time, I shook my head, what is Liang?"

"When I was walking on the rivers and lakes, the rivers were surging and the water was rolling. He asked me again if the water in the rivers was enough to quench my thirst. I answered, not enough!"

Shen Ming drank the gut-piercing liquor in one gulp.

"Man, there is never enough time."

"Think about wanton life, carefree and happy."

"I have seen thousands of people, traveled all over the world, tasted the five grains, and left a sentence in the end. I only envy mandarin ducks and not immortals."

"As everyone knows, at that time, the young man raised his glass and drank heavily, and what he was carrying on his shoulders, what he was thinking about in his mind was nothing but grass growing and Yingfei and Yangliu Yiyi. Who would have thought that it would be like this now."

"After the scenery, the prosperity comes to an end."

"If it weren't for you, I might have died a long time ago, but you have paid for my current life. How dare I not cherish it."

"thank you all."

Shen Ming spilled the wine in his hand on the snow.

The bright moon was in the sky, and there were rows of footprints left on the snow.

Shen Ming completely lived in seclusion in the peach blossom forest, retreating for a whole hundred years, not entering the world, not leaving the wooden house for half a step.

Winter to spring.

Wang Dian took care of himself and built a tomb for himself in the snow plain. After all, he was not a cultivator. He relied on tea to prolong his life. His life till now was already at the limit. He was already at the age when he knew his destiny. Naturally, Xiao's time is running out, so let Zhao Guang and the others grieve for him.

It's better to go to the ground first.

At the moment when Wang Dian was lying in the tomb.

Shen Ming also opened his eyes.

Just whispered such a soft, illusory words.

"A good beginning is easy, but a good end is difficult. Under this big snowy plain, there are a few bones..." After speaking, he closed his eyes once.

Life and death have long been looked down upon, and looked away.

Among the hundreds of tombstones lined up on the Daxueping, there was not even a complete corpse before Wang Dian lay down.

Some tombs.

even.

It is an empty tomb.

No corpse was left behind.

Zhao Guang trembles on crutches every day and climbs over the mountains and ridges to reach the peach blossom forest. He still fights with Erha like that. Even though his head is gray, he still refuses to accept old age.

He has managed Chang'an's financial power for more than 120 years, and he guards those golden mountains, and he feels at ease every day.

But for 120 years, Zhao Guang did not touch a penny.

Every day I come to Peach Blossom Forest and drink such a pot of Dao tea.

Then, go to visit the third prince's grave.

He wanted to live for two more years, otherwise, who would sweep the third prince's tomb after he left.

In fact, Zhao Guang booked a seat for himself early on.

Right next to the Third Prince.

Wait until the day when you are old and frail and die.

Just lie down.

Today, all the big and small matters in Chang'an City are on the shoulders of Huang Liang alone. Huang Liang, who wanted to find a wife a hundred years ago, is still a loner until today, but he is not in a hurry.

after all.

He is a fairy.

He has long years to squander.

It's just that after seeing these, after life and death.

Huang Liang was a little tired.

Those who work with it are now getting old one by one.

Can't help but smile wryly.

Longevity may not be good either.

In today's Chang'an, people have changed from generation to generation, and those familiar faces are gone.

However, no one disturbs the order of Chang'an, because this is their home.

Hard-won warmth.

The pride of being born in Chang'an.

Lin Tao opened a private school in Chang'an City.

Or, call it a school.

The design blueprint, handed over to him by Shen Ming himself, is a teaching building with a full twelve floors.

Recruit the best faculty.

First class here.

That is, how to be an upright and kind person.

The justice that Lin Tao held in his heart also vented at this moment.

He knows that there is evil in this world and it cannot be eradicated.

The only thing he can do is to spread goodwill in the world. He can't change the world, but he can, to change, everyone who stands in front of him.

The sound of books is loud, and the sound of piano is curling up.

The affairs of the world are nothing more than mediocrity.

This leisurely and comfortable life is particularly clear under this blue sky.

No killing.

There is only peace.

The holy land of Chang'an.

He really did what Shen Ming said at the beginning.

Not for the common master of the world.

I just want to become a pure land in the world.

Extraordinary and refined, ignoring world affairs.

One poem after another floats from Chang'an to the world. In this harmonious and prosperous Chang'an, there are more and more scholars, but there has never been a great Confucian, let alone a Confucian saint.

Just like what Lin Tao said to the void back then.

"In the future, those Confucian scholars may read more books in a year than our Confucian saints have read in a lifetime, but at that time, they can't really be called scholars, at most, they can only be regarded as book-readers. "

Shen Ming has not been out for a hundred years.

There are a lot of gossip in the world.

Some people say that Shen Ming has left this world and stood on a higher level.

Some people said that Shen Ming had died of old age.

Some people also said that Shen Ming entered the underworld and never returned.

There are different opinions.

Above the rivers and lakes, there is a young man in white who has wandered the rivers and lakes for hundreds of years, knowing the affairs of the world, and wandering every inch of the world in search of something.

"It's a beautiful day, but what a day... After 120 years, I have finally seen the whole world."

"But why can't I find him?"

"We all know each other's fate, so why bother to struggle... The mortal matter is like a fleeting cloud. In the countless time in the underworld, it has passed by in a hurry. I have seen too many people and seen too many things, but there is no one. seen us each other."

"Samsara Disk, where are you? If I can't find you, I'll be ashamed to go back and meet my business."

Bai Xiaosheng sighed slightly, picked up the burden, and could only move on.

(End of this chapter)