That Demon Lord doesn't want to live

Yelan pushed the wheels and walked very fast. When he was about to reach the entrance of the village, he ran into a group of imperial guards. The group of people were riding horses, wrapped in armor, with a machete hanging from their waists. It was a carriage hung with silk and satin, Ye Lan looked at it and muttered in her heart: I don't know whose wife or lady chose this weather to go out for an outing.

Yelan pushed the wheel to the side to give way, and when the team officer left, Yelan pushed the wheelchair and ran, his little radish should be waiting impatiently.

There was some wind at the entrance of the village, and Yelan was blinded by the blowing. There was a smell of fireworks in the air. He rubbed his eyes and looked up, only to see a thick black smoke coiled over the village.Ye Lan froze, threw the wheelchair in her hand and ran towards the hut.

It was windy today, even though everyone in the village came to fight with buckets, the fire still burned bigger and bigger.

When he ran back to the hut, there was already a sea of ​​flames, Ye Lanhong was about to rush in, but Uncle Han grabbed him.Ye Lan pulled his sleeve and her eyes turned red anxiously, "Uncle Han, Uncle Han, let me go, my brother is still inside."

The fire had already begun to spread towards them. Uncle Han sighed heavily, and ran to the side with Ye Lan in his arms. Ye Lan kicked her legs and cried hoarsely, "Let me go, I'm going to find my brother." , he's still inside, he's still waiting for me."

The fire had long been out of control, and the little doll was probably gone. How could Uncle Han let Ye Lan die in vain again, and he just took him away.

The hut shook a few times in the sea of ​​flames, and everyone exclaimed.

Uncle Han held Ye Lan tightly in his arms, covered his eyes with one hand, and the hut collapsed with a bang, Ye Lan froze for a moment, tears streaming down his face.

The fire burned from noon to Shen time, and a forest near the hut was burned to ashes.Ye Lan stood in a daze among the ruins, and after a while, went madly to dig through the burnt wood that was still emitting sparks. The temperature of the burnt wood was extremely high, and when it touched his hands, blisters came out. Ye Lan turned over without knowing the pain, and the blisters immediately turned into blood.Uncle Han looked sad and stretched out his hand to grab him, Ye Lan pushed his hand away, turned around and went to turn over the burnt ashes.

In the afternoon, there was a drizzle in the sky, which wiped out the sparks on the scorched wood. Yelan knelt in a place of scorched earth, shaking her scarred hands, and wrapped the small puddle of gray ashes into it bit by bit. The hem of his clothes was wet from the drizzle, and many of the ashes were stuck in the scorched soil. Ye Lan picked up the small piece of scorched soil with his hands.

Uncle Han wiped the corners of his eyes, and put the porcelain jar he brought from home in front of Ye Lan.Yelan paused, sniffed his nose and thanked him, then stretched out his arms to wipe away the tears from his eyes. His brother's ashes hadn't been picked up yet, so he couldn't cry, they would be washed away.

Two people died one after another in the village, and they were still a family of grandparents. Everyone shook their heads and sighed a few times and dispersed.Ye Lan hugged the porcelain pot tightly in her arms, and walked up the mountain step by step. Uncle Han followed behind him worriedly.

Yelan pulled the corner of her lips and smiled stiffly to promise Uncle Han that he would go down the mountain after burying the little radish's head. Uncle Han sighed, patted him on the shoulder and walked back home.

Ye Lan walked in a muddle along the way, and when he reached old man Liang's tomb, he paused for a moment and then knelt down straight. Ye Lan held the porcelain pot in front of his chest and half bent down, with his head resting on the tombstone, he called out in a low voice: Grandpa Liang.Then tears flowed down, guilt and self-blame made his internal organs ache, obviously at that time he said he would take good care of the little guy, but now he is told to die alone; obviously he said he would always be by his side , but left him alone in the hut; he also clearly said that he must be raised well, but now he is a handful of ashes. He is only five years old, so young, and the fire is so big. How much it hurts.

Ye Lan just wept on Old Man Liang's tombstone so silently, until the drizzle receded, he dug a small hole with a branch next to Old Man Liang's grave and put the porcelain jar wrapped in his coat into it. Holding the soil and burying them one by one, he finally patted the bulging small grave with his hands neatly, and then dragged a piece of wood half a person's height and used a dagger to level it one by one.

The knife was very sharp, and his finger was scratched as soon as he cut it down, and the blood dripped onto the wood. Ye Lan wiped it clean with his sleeve, and he sharpened it all night, but he didn't make a mark. one word.

Ye Lan stared blankly at the empty tombstone in his arms, feeling desolate in his heart, he didn't know what the name of the little luotou was, and his little guy didn't even have time to tell him his name, so he disappeared.

It rained at night, and thick fog rose in the mountains before dawn."Click" A dead branch was trampled off, someone stopped in front of Ye Lan, Ye Lan moved his stiff neck, blinked his sore eyes and looked over, the blue-white wide-sleeved robe was in a muddy forest It was so clean and dazzling, the man came through the morning mist, but he didn't even touch the mist, his body was covered with a thin layer of halo, his temples were gray, and he stood there without saying a word, like a fairy who had left the world .

The man looked at Ye Lan for a while, then squatted down in front of him, and pointed to the empty wooden board in his arms, "What is this?"

Ye Lan licked her lips, and replied hoarsely, "My brother's, the tombstone."

He turned his head and looked at the large and small earthen tombs, and said slowly, "Do you want to help?" He took out a white jade pen from his sleeve.

Ye Lan shook her head and hugged the tombstone tightly in her arms, crying silently, "I don't know his name, he hasn't had time to tell me yet."

The man paused and reached out to wipe away the tears from Yelan's eyes, and said softly, "Then do you want to ask him?"

Yelan was taken aback for a moment, and then a look of light flashed in his eyes, and he reached out and grabbed the man's sleeve, "Can you, save him?" His hands were covered in blood, and when he grabbed it, the man's sleeve was stained. Layers of blood.

He held Ye Lan's hand, and gently wiped off the blood stains on his palm with his sleeve, "I can't." The light in Ye Lan's eyes went out, and the white light flickered between the man's fingers, and wiped the scar on Ye Lan's palm Go, and squeezed his palm again, "But I heard that there is a Wangchuan River in the underworld, and after crossing the Wangchuan River, you can see a city of past lives. It is said that after death, the soul of a person will live in the city of past lives Twenty years to wait for reincarnation, if you have enough ability, you can go to that city to find the person you want to find."

The light in Ye Lan's eyes lit up again, and she held his arm tightly, "Really, don't lie to me."

The man said softly, "I'm not lying to you." He didn't look like he was in his thirties, but he had a naturally serious face, with high eyebrows and thin lips, his words and deeds could convey a sense of steadfastness and reliability.

Ye Lan burst out laughing, nodded heavily, "I'll go find him." After speaking, he got up from the ground, and set the empty tombstone in front of Xiao Xue Min's grave.

Seeing that Yelan was angry, a smile appeared on that person's face, "I am Lord Yuheng of the Xianmen of Shangqingmen, and from today onwards, I will be your master."

Ye Lan knelt down in front of him and kowtowed three times respectfully, "Disciple Ye Lan pays homage to Master."

Lord Yuheng pulled him up from the ground, raised his hand to wipe off the dirt on his forehead, "You have always used Fu characters in your generation, even though you took Fu characters earlier at your age, since you are Lord Yuheng's apprentice, It doesn't really matter whether it's early or late, how about taking small characters to Fuyuan for you today as a teacher."

Ye Lan nodded, "Thank you, Master."

Looking at Ye Lan, Jun Yuheng suddenly felt a sense of satisfaction in his heart. He rubbed Ye Lan's head and said slowly, "Let's go."

"En." Ye Lan responded, kowtowed to old man Liang again, got up and hugged the nameless tombstone, and then followed Mr. Yuheng down the mountain.

Yelan stayed on the mountain all night, feeling a little dizzy, accidentally stepped on a puddle and fell forward.Yuheng-Jun grabbed him quickly with quick eyes and hands, and then held his hand all the way without letting go.

Weng Zhixu looked at the backs of the big and the small and murmured to himself, "This is the sword master of the first of the seven famous swords, the sword of the evil, the head of the Shangqing, and the half-step flying fairy--Jun Yuheng, it really is!" He is so handsome and worthy of his reputation." After speaking, he looked at Xue Min and asked hesitantly, "Hey, I heard that your brother is looking for you to cultivate immortality, how does it feel, is it touched?"

Xue Minshua summoned the Mercy Sword and slashed at it.

Weng Zhixu narrowly dodged it sideways, annoyed, "I said, there is something wrong with you, and you can't do it after you've said it, why are you... windy." Before he finished speaking, Weng Zhixu gradually silenced, very sensible Shut up.

At this moment, Xue Min's eyes were red, and his whole body was filled with inexplicable sadness.He put away the sword of mercy, turned around and walked to Old Man Liang's grave, knelt down and kowtowed three times with his forehead touching the ground, then knelt down and moved to the unnamed stele and shouted in a hoarse voice: Brother .

Weng Zhixu's eyes became hot, he coughed, and asked, "Then what, didn't you die, where did the ashes come from?" Then he asked suspiciously, "How did you escape?"

Xue Min answered two words in a low voice: rabbit.After speaking, he fell silent again.Weng Zhixu still wanted to ask, but suddenly thought of the sword just now, and turned the topic in a very sensible way, "Everyone is going away, let's go too."

Xue Min stood up from the ground, looked at Xiao Yelan's back and followed slowly.It turned out that on that day, the two of them were so close, in a carriage, in two directions, when they separated, it was life, but when they saw each other, it was death.

There is a zhang-wide Wujin River in Liujin City, just after nightfall, the lights and shadows are already flickering on the Wujin River, the shadows of people are vivid, and the sound of silk and bamboo can be heard endlessly.

There is a two-storey painting boat parked by the pier. The painting boat is uniquely built. A string of Zhanfeng bells are hung on each of the four flying corners on the top of the boat. It looks like a palace from a distance. There are two vertical plaques on which are engraved with the words "The wind moves the flowers into the building, and the kite sings in a high-pitched way to ease the sorrow at night." A wealthy businessman held a box of pearls and blocked the door in a mighty manner, threatening to charter a boat to tour the lake.

It is said that more than ten years ago, Liujin City was still a deserted city, with a population of less than fifty households, and all of them were wounded soldiers and old people who had retired from the battlefield. They barely made ends meet by relying on government relief, and the Wujin River was just a sewage ditch. One year, there was heavy rain in the city for seven consecutive days, and the river surged, broke down the city wall and brought out all the sludge in the river. After the rain, an old man who picked up waste actually fished out a handful of gold sand grains from the river. In just a few years since then, Liujin City has become famous and became a famous gold consumer cave.