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"Don't forget, do you really want to take me to see your master?" Jiang Zhuyue started to feel shy when he had already reached the foot of Jueming Mountain.

"Why not? Don't you want to?" Mo Wang looked at Jiang Zhuyue and asked.

"No..." Jiang Zhuyue pursed her lips, with a rare look of anxiety on her face, "I'm worried that your master doesn't like me..."

"No." Mo Wang couldn't help but smile, he pinched Jiang Zhuyue's face with his hand, and comforted him with a smile, "Master won't care about this, he'll just say 'hmm' at most, you don't need to worry."

"But..." Jiang Zhuyue was still a little uneasy.

"Even if Master really objected, I will still insist on being with you." Mo Wang knew what Jiang Zhuyue was worried about, and quietly stretched out his hand to hold Jiang Zhuyue's hand, "Yueyue, don't worry."

Jiang Zhuyue held Mo Wang's hand back, with a sweet smile on his face.

Mo Wang held Jiang Zhuyue's hand like this, and the two went up to Jueming Mountain together, and came to the bamboo house of Jueming Tianshi.

"Master, the apprentice is back!" It had been two years since he last came to Jueming Mountain, Mo Wang was very excited and his voice trembled slightly.

I haven't seen my master for two years.

Although Qifengqu was still not found, the righteous people had already given up their plans to find Qifengqu—at least from the obvious point of view.

Mo Wang and Jiang Zhuyue fell in love with each other for a long time, and the two fell in love with each other. The leader Jiang of the Guiyi Sect had already approved their relationship, and now they only need to nod their head, and the two can choose an auspicious day to get married.

"Squeak—" With a sound, the door of the bamboo house was pushed open.

A man in a black and white Taoist robe came out, his face was expressionless, and his eyes were expressionless.

"Master...Holy Son?" Mo Wang looked at the man in front of him in surprise, "Why are you here? Still wearing Master's clothes?"

The person in front of him seemed to be Zhu Yun'an, the holy son of the Glazed Light Temple.However, the Glazed Light Temple announced two years ago that the Holy Son had gone mad and died when he was practicing martial arts, so this person in front of him... what's going on?

"Come in and say." Wen Qiche's voice was also cold and indifferent, he only left three words, then turned and returned to the bamboo house.

Mo Wang and Jiang Zhuyue looked at each other, and they followed Wen Qiche into the bamboo house holding hands.

The furnishings of the bamboo house are still the same as before, but...

"Son, where is my master?" Mo Wang pulled Jiang Zhuyue to sit down on the low seat, and asked again.

"He's dead." Wen Qiche said calmly, "Also, I'm no longer the Holy Son."

"What did you say?!" Mo Wang opened his eyes wide in disbelief, "You said Master is dead? How is this possible!"

Jiang Zhuyue pulled La Mowang to calm his impatience a little. Then, she looked at Wen Qiche and asked, "Brother Zhu, what happened? Can you tell us?"

"Call me Wen Qiche..." Wen Qiche sighed and said, "Mo Zhaoyuan died two years ago, on the day we went up the mountain..."

"How could it be?" Mo Wang didn't wait for Wen Qiche to finish speaking before interrupting him, "Master's martial arts are invincible in the world, how could he die?"

"It's because of his eyes." Under the wide robe, Wen Qiche clenched his hands slightly, but his face was still calm, "Do you remember that sentence he said? 'When they turn completely blue, it will be the time of my death'?"

"That's even more impossible!" Mo Wang retorted, "When we left at noon, Master's eyes were only slightly blue. How could they turn completely blue within half a day?"

"..." Wen Qiche closed his eyes, and suppressed the heart-pounding pain that spread across his left chest for a moment, "Actually, his death is also related to me." He said. "After I separated from you, I returned to Jueming Mountain again, and came to the bamboo house..."

"You want to say that you killed Master?" Mo Wang's tone was very calm, but anyone could tell that this was what he was trying to suppress—no one else, just look at his slightly red eye sockets Understood.

"It can be considered..." Wen Qiche nodded and said, "Mo Zhaoyuan died because of me."

Mo Wang couldn't help standing up: "I want to fight you!"

"Don't forget!" Jiang Zhuyue tore off Mowang, and said to Wen Qiche, "Zhu...Brother Wen, please tell us the whole thing! Will you?"

A trace of emotion flashed across Wen Qiche's face quickly, it was something Mo Wang and Jiang Zhuyue couldn't understand.

"Good," he said.

"At that time, I felt that Jue Ming Tianshi Mo Zhaoyuan and Xuandu son Zhao Wenyuan were the same person..." Wen Qiche said softly.

He talked roughly, everything he could say, without reservation at all - except for the matter of Qi Fengqu, there were also some personal emotional entanglements.

The last letter Mo Zhaoyuan left in the bamboo house, the note hidden in the Yaoqin reads like this——

Qi Che, if you want, you can live here!The matter of Qifengqu, you know and I know, will not fall into the ears of a third person.If you want, you can choose a kind person to give it to you after the turmoil subsides in your later years——Mo Zhaoyuan's last writing.

Mo Zhaoyuan seemed to have long thought that he would die.

She seemed to have thought that Wen Qiche would be by his side when he died.

In other words, he already knew that this note would be seen by Wen Qiche.

When Wen Qiche thought of it occasionally, he would also guess whether Mo Zhaoyuan had figured out his own life and death long ago.

Did he already know when and why he would die?

If that's the case, why would he still...

How about agreeing when Wen Qiche asked him to count his own life and death?

Wen Qiche recalled the scene that day, and felt that Mo Zhaoyuan's silence after he made this request seemed to explain everything.

Although he knew his fate, he didn't want to refuse, and he still had no hesitation.

Wen Qiche didn't know what Mo Zhaoyuan didn't want to reject, whether it was the fate he had met long ago, or his own request.

Wen Qiche didn't want to delve into this either.

He didn't even want to think about whether Mo Zhaoyuan knew all this long ago.

Since Mo Zhaoyuan left a message, he just did it.

For the past two years, Wen Qiche lived in the bamboo house where Mo Zhaoyuan lived all his life, wearing Mo Zhaoyuan's black and white Taoist robe, playing Mo Zhaoyuan's piano, and playing the Qifeng song that Mo Zhaoyuan once played.

It seems that in this way, I can get closer to that man.

"...That's how things are." After Wen Qiche finished speaking, he made the following summary, "So, Mo Zhaoyuan died because of me. If I hadn't made that request, Mo Zhaoyuan would not have died at all. will die."

"..." After listening to Wen Qiche's words, Mo Wang completely calmed down.

"Master's death should have nothing to do with you." He analyzed rationally, "Master has calculated why and when this dynasty will perish, and even calculated the changes of the next seven dynasties. That's it. Master's eyes are only It's a little bluish," he said. "So, if it's just about your life and death, it won't make Master... blind all of a sudden."

"He said that because he wanted to count my life and death." Wen Qiche smiled faintly, "If it wasn't for that, he wouldn't have seen those at all."

Of course, Wen Qiche also understood that what made Mo Zhaoyuan's eyes instantly turn ice blue must not be his own life and death.

Maybe he saw something else when he counted his life and death.

No matter why he saw those things, all in all, it was those things that brought Mo Zhaoyuan to his death.

Mo Zhaoyuan never told him.

"But no matter what..." Jiang Zhuyue's eyes were red, she was not familiar with Jueming Tianshi, but she was very close to Young Master Xuandu, "It's not your fault."

"Mo Zhaoyuan asked me to give you the Luohe map." Wen Qiche just smiled palely, got up and took out the Luohe map from the hanging cabinet, put it on the wooden table, and pushed it towards Mo Wang. "He also asked me to tell you, don't come to Jueming Mountain again."

"Why?" Mo Wang stretched out his hand to caress the picture of the Luohe River, feeling very complicated.The map of the Luo River is the most important thing for Master Jue Ming. He originally thought that the master would pass the map of the Luo River to him one day after several decades, but he didn't want... This map of the Luo River was made by Wen It was handed over by Qi Che.By the time he got the Luohe map, the master was no longer in this world.

"He only said one sentence 'Death...is not a good meaning', but he didn't say the rest." Wen Qiche replied.

"Then..." Jiang Zhuyue bit her lip, blinked her big eyes full of tears and said to Wen Qiche, "Brother Wen, can you tell us where is Brother Zhao's tomb?"

Speaking of this, Wen Qiche was silent again.

I forgot to mention before, Mo Zhaoyuan's dying request.

"There is no grave." He said softly.

"What?!" Jiang Zhuyue exclaimed in surprise, and Mo Wang raised his head abruptly, shifting his gaze from the Luohe map to Wen Qiche.

"Before he died, let me do one thing for him." Wen Qiche showed a faint smile, but his eyes were a little wet, "He said, 'After I die, remember to burn my body to ashes, and then Let the mountain wind on Mount Jueming blow away the ashes...', therefore, there is no tomb..."

Apart from this bamboo house, apart from this Jueming Mountain, Mo Zhaoyuan left nothing behind.

Even on Qingming Festival or his death day every year, Wen Qiche can only see things and think about others in the bamboo house.

After I die, remember to burn my body to ashes, and then let the wind on Mount Jueming blow away the ashes...

So, he left nothing behind, as if he had never been in this world.

How cruel.

Wen Qiche closed his eyes, and a tear quietly flowed down from his eyes, across his cheeks, down his neck, and finally sank into the neckline of his Taoist robe.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the room became dignified and awkward.

No one spoke.

......

"Brother Wen," Mo Wang finally said, "What is the relationship between you and Master?"

"..." Wen Qiche suddenly opened his eyes when he heard the words, "What do you mean?"

"Yueyue and I are in love with each other, and I have already met Jiang Jiaozhu at the Guiyi Sect before," Mo Wang said, "Jiang Jiaozhu also agreed. Originally, I went up the mountain this time to tell Master about it, but I didn't want to.. ...."

Jiang Zhuyue is already 15 years old this year, and she is no longer the little girl Mo Zhaoyuan—no, to be precise, Zhao Wenyuan, son of Xuandu—she was talking about. She nodded reservedly, looked at Wen Qiche seriously, and asked : "Brother Wen, do you... agree with us?"

Wen Qiche couldn't help showing a slightly self-deprecating smile.

Even Mo Wang and Jiang Zhuyue could see it.

Why didn't Mo Zhaoyuan understand his feelings for him back then?

Wait until he breaks through, and then say something like "The way of yin and yang is the truth, I never thought you would think about it in that way".

But......

Before he died, he told him, "In this world, the person I love the most is you."

Wen Qiche really couldn't figure it out.

He didn't understand why Mo Zhaoyuan repeated so much.

To be honest, he didn't understand what kind of love Mo Zhaoyuan said at the end of "love".

But it doesn't matter, in this world, Mo Zhaoyuan's favorite person is Wen Qiche, this is enough.

"Yes," Wen Qiche nodded to Mo Wang and Jiang Zhuyue, and said, "bless you."

Mo Zhaoyuan, did you already know that Mo Wang would be with Jiang Zhuyue?

Otherwise, why did you ask "Miss Jiang is very concerned about it?" that day?

Wen Qiche watched the two leave the bamboo house, and finally couldn't even see their backs.

On Jueming Mountain, he was the only one left.