Sealing Sword

Gu Yufang has been waiting here for 13 years.

It is said that people are the easiest to think wildly when they die, even if they are careless like her.When she was almost unable to hold on, there were only two people in Gu Jianfang's mind, one was Duan Qing who was holding her, and the other was Gu Xiao who had disappeared at that time.

She couldn't bear to be clear about it, and she couldn't be more worried about Gu Xiao.

The cub I raised knows that, and Gu Yufang knows that Gu Xiao's temper can follow her, but he hasn't experienced so many ups and downs, and he still can't see through the joys and sorrows.

She thought she still had a lot of time to teach him, but in the end, there was an unexpected situation, and life and death were in front of her eyes in a blink of an eye, and she had no time to say a thousand words, so she was about to leave with regret.

People in the world can't help themselves, Gu Yufang once thought that she would die unexpectedly one day, but no matter what kind of ending she imagined, Gu Xiao should not be implicated in this bloody blood.

The most difficult cage in the world to escape is not made of cast iron, but a prison made of self-imposed prison, because with the shackles in your heart, you will not be free even if you go to the ends of the world.

Gu Xiao may never recover from this setback, or go to extremes, either becoming a useless person, or becoming a lunatic like He Lianyu.

If so, she will not be able to rest in peace even if her soul falls into the nine secluded worlds.

Therefore, her last entrustment on her deathbed was to ask Duanqing to bring back the little apprentice who was in the middle of nowhere, saying that the master did not blame him and it was not his fault.

She wanted Gu Xiao to sprinkle the first soil for her with her own hands. Since then, her former life has been buried in rotten soil.

Gu Yufang waited for 13 years, and finally waited for the wanderer to return home and be buried in the soil... for peace.

The place where she was buried was under the unbloomed plum tree in the Huashuang courtyard.

Duanqing opened the ice coffin, Ye Fusheng took out the frozen body with his own hands, and walked from the darkness back to the light step by step.

He walked slowly, his vision was blurred by tears, his throat was choked, and his teeth were clenched tightly, but the hand holding her was firm, like a rock, motionless.

Duanqing took him all the way to the yard, and then he reached out to take Gu Yaofang, quietly watching Ye Fusheng bent down, and picked up the shovel placed under the tree to dig the soil.

He moved very slowly, from noon to dusk, Ye Fusheng didn't say a word, tears and sweat fell into the soil together, and finally dug a big hole.

Until then, Duanqing said: "Enough."

Ye Fusheng's body trembled, he put down the shovel, turned around slowly, his gaze slowly moved down from Duanqing's face, and finally fixed on the smile on Gu Jufang's lips.

He barely caught his breath and punched his chest hard.

The female disciples of the Taishang Palace helped to tidy up Gu Jufang's body when it was put into the coffin, but now that she has left the ice coffin in the cold pool and stayed outside for another afternoon, the condensed frost on her body has melted, showing The pale and withered characteristic of the dead.Duanqing took off his outer robe, wrapped her carefully, and finally covered her head and face, before putting her into the pit with his own hands.

The burial, which couldn't be simpler, has been delayed for 13 years. Duanqing always feels that she has been wronged and owed her. Even though he has become a living dead with a calm heart, there are still fine and continuous pains from all limbs and bones.

He fumbled in his sleeve pocket with his hand, and took out a wooden box, which contained an old ebony hairpin with two small peach blossoms carved on the hairpin head.

Duanqing put the wooden box beside Gu Yufang, then got up, and said to Ye Fusheng: "Cover the soil... If you have anything to say, just take advantage of it now."

Ye Fusheng knelt down, instead of using a shovel, he picked up the soil with his own hands, and sprinkled it on Gu Yufang's body trembling.

He twitched the corner of his mouth, and said in a hoarse voice: "Master, the villain left without saying goodbye for 13 years, and today I'm here to see you off..."

Duanqing stood behind him with a blank expression on his face and unmoving eyes.

"It's my fault for letting your old man sleep in such a cold place all these years. You came back too late... Don't be lazy at night, come here and scold me in a dream, just hit me a few times." Ye Fusheng used He wiped his face with his dirty hands, "I said goodbye to Weeping Blood Cave back then, but when I went back to Feiyun Peak, I didn't see you and Mrs. Mistress... I just wandered around, but there was no home anywhere.

"Do you remember Chu Yao? It's that little chubby guy who likes to hug your legs and pretend to be pitiful. When he brought me back to Tianjing, I accepted him as an apprentice. I thought I could pass on the Jinghong Dao, but it turned out I didn't expect people's hearts to play tricks more than God's will... I tried to find out the details of Burial Soul Palace and reassembled Lve Ying, only to discover an even more embarrassing truth." Covered with dirt, Ye, who has been used to hiding everything in his stomach for many years Fusheng, at this moment, seemed to be flooded open the floodgates, chattering about old things that hadn't been mentioned for years, "We are in the same vein, we have been calculated by people since the ancestors, those people, don't take human life as a priority." The thing is, there is only a broken chair in my eyes, I just think about how to climb up, I don't care how much bone and blood I stepped on..."

He was talking to Gu Huafang, and he was also explaining the past 13 years to Duanqing. The white-haired priest listened quietly, his figure motionless like an old tree.

"Ten years ago, I killed the person who colluded with He Lianyu and plotted against you, but I also failed Chu Yao and turned the good-looking little grandson into a commoner and fell into the world. I am sorry for him, but I don't regret revenge, just After all, I still owe it..." Ye Fusheng sniffed, "In the past ten years, I have been your least favorite imperial lackey, and I have done many things that I don't like, but fortunately... I have lived up to the righteousness of the people. If you don't violate the precepts of the master, you still have the face to kneel in front of you today and chatter."

Layers of thin soil have already covered the body, and Ye Fusheng is still spreading the soil, as if he wants to bury the past that has been hidden in his heart for more than ten years.

"This autumn, the Jinghanguan war is urgent. I thought I was going to kowtow to you to apologize, but I was rescued by someone, and I met the grown-up Ah Yao, and now I am reunited with you and my wife...God, In the end, I still took good care of me once, it’s not a loss.”

Eyes were blood red, hot tears flowed down his dirty face, Ye Fusheng finally sprinkled the last handful of soil, leaned over and kowtowed three times.

In fact, he still has a lot to say, but now he feels that it is enough.

Those unfinished words rolled in my chest a few times, and finally condensed into a short sentence: "The teacher has gone well all the way, and the disciple kowtowed and sent him off."

Only then did Duan Qing move.

Wei Liang's palm condensed a little internal force and cut on the back of Ye Fusheng's neck, the man was the last to kowtow, and he also fell limp, being caught by Duan Qing who squatted down.

Great joy and great sorrow hurt the heart, not to mention Ye Fusheng's current situation, it is unreasonable for him to say a funeral, now enough is enough.

Daoist Duanqing is not good at comforting people, so let him sleep well with a sense of relief.

He carried the comatose person on his back. In fact, Ye Fusheng was about the same height as him now, but Duanqing still carried the back very steadily, just like when he carried Gu Xiao, who was still a child, back home when he was in Feiyun Peak. Same.

For some reason, Duanqing stayed in the Taishang Palace for 13 years, and his understanding of Ye Fusheng's affairs during these years was really limited.I put those words into my ears just now, and traced a line diagram in my heart, even if Ye Fusheng concealed the narrow escape and the dilemma, the twists and turns are still shocking.

With Ye Fusheng on his back, the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on his white hair, as if it made the unmelted mountain snow a little warmer.

Duanqing looked at the new tomb without a stele under the plum blossom tree for a long time, then said calmly: "He is back, these years have been difficult, don't be angry, I will look after him from now on."

After a pause, he moved the corners of his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to smile, but unfortunately his whole face seemed to have become rigid, and he could only maintain the picturesque look, but couldn't smile.

There was a faint sigh in his eyes, and he said softly: "You can rest assured."

After saying these four words, Duanqing walked to the bedroom with Ye Fusheng on his back. The setting sun dragged his shadow on the ground for a long time, as if he was still nostalgic for the grave behind him. Unfortunately, with the change of light and shadow, In the end, it was Yin and Yang who went the other way and went back.

Duanqing didn't look back, and Ye Fusheng who was resting on his shoulder naturally didn't either.

There is an old saying in the world, "Don't look back after life and death", because once you look at it in a blink of an eye, there will always be constant worries, making those who leave uneasy and those who stay uneasy.

Duanqing felt that Gu Yufang had waited long enough for the past 13 years, and she shouldn't be allowed to stumble along the road to Huangquan.

It didn't matter to him that he never looked back, although he didn't see her in his eyes, but he remembered her in his heart, there was no place in the world without her.

And Ye Fusheng buried Gu Huafang with his own hands, as if he also buried his 13 years of ignorance or sobriety, and from then on he waved his hand to say goodbye to his old dreams and live the life he should have.

Death is not necessarily easy, and the living are never satisfied.

You should borrow three points of warmth from Changyang, and laugh with your old friends to see the evening sunshine.