when the wind and cloud cry

Chapter 134 The Fish Leaps Over the Abyss ([-])

At this moment, all the imperial guards were wearing black cloth around their left arms, Yuan Feili and Qi Heng were all dressed in black, with white belts on their foreheads to show their filial piety.

The sky was gray, and there was a cold wind blowing faintly.

The street is full of people. The street is so long that you can't see the end to the east and the end to the west.

A group of sharp dragon knights opened the way ahead, and the funeral guards from the Shocking Evil Sword Sect slowly approached.

As soon as the news of Qi Shan's shocking change came out, the people of Daxuan were shocked.

Just a few days ago, the old fairy on Yujian Peak rode through this street with majesty.

Who would have thought that such a generation of Optimus Pillars would die in battle.

Huangfu Feiling, who was wearing a black robe and cloak, also mixed in the crowd, silently looking at his sweetheart, feeling sad for a while.

Yuan Feili seemed to have lost his mind, and just rode the horse forward in a dull manner.

Suddenly, he felt something in his heart, and saw a slender figure flashing across the crowd, which was actually very similar to Huangfu Feiling.

Yuan Fei's heart moved, she shouted "Fei Ling", she flew up and landed behind the woman.

The woman turned her head when she heard his shout: "My lord, are you calling me?"

Yuan Feili's lips trembled.

I saw the woman with a hooked nose and a toad mouth, a pockmarked face and crooked eyes, a smile on her face, revealing a mouthful of small buck teeth: "My lord, what do you want me to do?"

Yuan Feili took a few steps back immediately, collected himself, couldn't help but look around, and finally looked away disappointed.

Seeing this scene in Huangfu Feiling's eyes, she almost burst into tears, hurriedly covered her lips with her hands, and quietly withdrew from the crowd.

She didn't dare to look at the person she loved again, even just for one look.

Walking on the street in the west of the city, Huangfu Feiling wandered alone.

into the woods,

Walk through the abandoned Town God's Temple.

Looking at the roof where she and her beloved had snuggled together, she burst into tears.

In the humid air of the rainy season, everything softened its edges and corners. The pain of this woman's life and separation was a thousand times better than the heartbreaking pain of death.

She gave up her beloved to another woman, returned to this city full of memories, and wanted to open a restaurant of her own in this city, guarding the memories they had, and spend the rest of her life like this. .

However, he will never see the sadness of this woman, because she is the saddest when he is not around.

At this time a few beggars came out, Huangfu Feiling wanted to cover his face with his hood, but it was already too late.

"A few days ago when Miss Fei Ling was here, Brother He Chou was short of silver taels. Oh, now I have to go out to beg again!"

Huangfu Feiling wanted to leave in a hurry, but the beggars didn't recognize her, they passed her by, chatting and laughing while saying her name.

Maybe it won't be long before these beggars will forget that there was once a girl named Fei Ling.

Nothing is eternal, no matter how much you love someone, there will be a day of forgetting.

Forget the face of your beloved, forget her voice, and suddenly think of it, can you still remember a name?
"Brother Li, forget me, gradually forget me!"

"But I, I can't forget you, and I can't live without you..."

In the mist and rain, this woman's voice gradually drifted away.

Even her figure gradually became indistinct.

The still majestic Yujian Peak has a ethereal celestial aura, which is more solemn and solemn than the otherworldly Tuochen.

The sound of mourning tripods sounded long and long, as if the sadness was precipitated, echoing among the mountains for a long time.

There are many names engraved on the comfort monument next to the huge Shen Jianchi, and the vigorous ancient characters on the top are particularly eye-catching——

The founder of Yujian Sect: Bai Huazi!
The second generation head of Yujianmen: Daoist Lingchong!

The tenth generation head of Yujian Sect: Master Tianji!

There are more than 50 new names at the bottom of the comfort monument. They are all the shocking evil guards who died in Qishan Prefecture City this time, 49 of them including Qin Hanyue.

In addition, the names of three other people also appeared here: Yuanfei Qingtian, Xuemo, and Mu Zijin.

It's raining, and the thin rain slowly turns over the mist of the mountain and floats down from the sky gently.

Gentle raindrops hit the sinking sword pool, washing away the rusty and rusty Wuzhujian.

Can anyone hear them screaming for their master?
The sky was gray, a little cold, a little bleak.

More than a thousand frightened imperial guards stood in front of the comfort monument, they were so quietly drenched in the rain, silently paying homage to those passed away colleagues.

Yuan Feili had black veils wrapped around her arms like the other royals, standing here, everyone was in the same mood.

However, he always just stared at the weak figure of the woman in front of him, not knowing what it was like.

Since returning to Yujian Peak, Yuan Feili chooses to deliberately avoid Nangong Xianyun, not knowing how to face the woman she once loved so much.

The mist is shimmering.

The world is long.

Gradually, the voice of bereavement and mourning slowly subsided...

Gradually, the new generation of leaders and leaders left one after another...

Gradually, the imperial guards surrounding Shen Jianchi began to leave...

Gradually, fewer and fewer royals participated in the mourning ceremony...

Gradually, the rain became heavier...

There were only two people left in Shen Jianchi, standing there all the time!
In the blink of an eye, there was a fog between heaven and earth.

Nangong Xianyun stared blankly at the comfort monument in front of her, letting the rain hit her weak body hard, the rain dripped from her hair, and slid down her face.

At this moment of bleak wind and rain, she could hardly keep her eyes open.

Yuan Feili stood beside this sad figure silently, and accompanied the saddest woman in the world to endure the wind and rain.

Nangong Xianyun spoke softly in the violent but quiet wind and rain with a voice like dream language: "My heart is so chaotic. I have nothing in this world, even my relatives. I don't know what to do." What should I do? Tell me what I should do..."

Yuan Feili clenched his fists involuntarily. At this moment, Nangong Xianyun didn't know her own background, and didn't know that the man she was dreaming of was actually her younger brother.

Nangong Xianyun's sobs echoed in her ears, Yuan Feili just stood there, shielding her from the slanting rain.

Although I had countless thoughts in my heart to hug this woman, I still couldn't.

Yes!

What should she do?
what should I do?
In the bleak wind and rain, Yuan Feili looked up at the dark sky, letting the rain fall into his eyes.

oh my god!

Why……

Why do we try our best to survive, but we can only be slaves of fate...

Yuan Feili held it so tightly that her nails pierced deeply into her palm.

I don't know how long it has passed, but when Nangong Xianyun raised his head, the man whom he was haunted by in his dreams walked away without saying a word of comfort.

The heaven and earth were filled with chills, and Nangong Xianyun was gradually softened by the ruthless and cold rain.

In the face of fate, we are nothing but ants!
(End of this chapter)