The whole division is begging for my forgiveness

This is Xifeng Mountain, yes, but in the village at the foot of the mountain, there is no family surnamed Luo.

Where did Luo Suxuan pop out from?

Is Xifeng Mountain really Luo Suxuan's hometown?

Xiaojing is unknown.

To this day, he has no way to find out whether Luo Suxuan lied to him at the beginning.

Even Xiaojing couldn't find Yue Wuchen to prove it.

Because... Yue Wuchen also died.

He blew himself up and died.

He died tragically in front of Xiaojing.

Blood flowed profusely from his body, as if a red carpet had been laid on the steps.

It was so intense that Xiaojing would never forget it for the rest of his life.

"Little brother, I advise you to go back wherever you came from. This Xifeng Mountain is not clean!" An old man with a gray beard, holding a torch in his hand, persuaded earnestly, "Young people leave here. I went out to make a living, and now there are only us elderly people left in the village, if you don't want to be haunted by evil spirits, you should leave quickly."

After hearing this, Xiao Jing said, "I have come all the way from afar, and I will not leave no matter what before the matter is settled."

After a pause, he said again: "Don't worry, I know a little bit of Taoism, and I don't pay attention to evil spirits when I'm idle. I'll go up the mountain now and don't disturb everyone."

After saying that, Xiaojing raised his eyes and glanced at Xifeng Mountain not far away. Seeing the towering mountain and the desolation around him, he was afraid that the mountain road would be rough and difficult for a horse-drawn carriage to go up.

I had no choice but to get out of the carriage, and Xiaojing was about to open the curtain.

From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the flames on the left and right, and suddenly, he remembered that the people around him were ordinary people.

I'm afraid it's taboo to see the coffin for no reason.

I also don't want to disturb Luo Suxuan because of these irrelevant people.

Xiao Jing said: "I won't set fire to the mountain, you can rest assured, please stay away for now, I'm going to take my friend out of the carriage."

The surrounding villagers looked at each other in blank dismay, indeed they were quite taboo to see the coffin.

Seeing that the young man couldn't be persuaded, he let him go.

Before leaving, a kind villager handed a torch to Xiaojing and said, "Young man, please take this. People can't be resurrected after death, so let's mourn."

Xiaojing didn't refuse either, and thanked him after receiving the torch.

He never liked to owe favors to anyone.

He also believes that the most difficult thing to repay in this world is the debt of favor.

Even if it is a stranger who meets by chance, Xiaojing doesn't want to take advantage of others.

Then he took out some broken silver coins from his waist, and Xiao Jing said, "Take this."

The villager waved his hands again and again, and hurriedly said: "I don't want money, I don't want money!"

"Take it, or I won't be able to feel at ease."

Xiaojing forced the money over, and the villagers gradually dispersed.

The sky is also getting darker.

Holding the torch in one hand, Xiao Jing lifted the curtain of the car, and dragged out the extremely heavy coffin with only one hand.

Put it firmly on the ground.

He repeated the same trick, and tied the hemp rope tied to the coffin around his waist.

Xiaojing tied a knot, afraid that the coffin would be separated from him halfway.

After tying it up, he held the torch and slowly walked up Xifeng Mountain.

Sure enough, as he expected, the mountain road is rough and difficult to walk, not to mention that horses cannot climb up the mountain, even if it is a living person, it would be difficult to climb the mountain.

There are dense thorn vines everywhere, and there are many vermilion berries on them.

In addition, there are dense forest leaves, and a gust of mountain wind blows, startling the sleeping birds in the forest, fluttering their wings, and rushing to the sky one after another.

On the contrary, I didn't meet the evil spirits that the people were talking about, and I didn't hear any strange voices.

Xiao Jing dragged the heavy coffin, and walked steadily with every step. As he walked, he murmured in a low voice: "Luo Suxuan, go home, I'll take you home."

This Xifeng Mountain is really desolate, it doesn't look like anyone has lived at all.

Xiao Jing even had some doubts about the authenticity of Russell's mysterious words.

It's impossible, Luo Suxuan jumped out of the cracks in the rocks, right?

Xiaojing found a piece of land at night, and felt that Fengshui was not bad, so he put down the coffin.

Put the torch on the ground, and then start clearing the weeds.

After tidying up a clean land, Xiaojing began to dig the soil.

In fact, Xiaojing didn't have any convenient tools in his hand.

In addition to a long whip, there is also a rusty blade.

This is Luo Suxuan's long sword. With Luo Suxuan's death, even the sword of life was sealed by itself and became rusty.

Xiaojing raised his hand and turned it over, and transformed the sword out, slowly stroking the rust on the sword, and said in a low voice: "Unexpectedly, one day I will use Luo Suxuan's life sword to dig soil and graves."

He said softly towards the coffin: "Luo Suxuan, you probably didn't expect that after you died, I bought your coffin with your money, and I used your life sword to dig out your grave bit by bit. of."

Naturally, Luo Suxuan didn't expect, he couldn't even imagine that he would fall in love with Xiao Jing, and was even willing to give everything for Xiao Jing.

Xiaojing began to dig the grave.

It is not very convenient to dig the soil with a sword blade, but fortunately it has only rained not long ago, and the land is still slightly damp.

But even so, Xiaojing still dug for a whole night.

He didn't dare to dig too deep, for fear that the snakes, rats and ants in the ground would eat up the coffin, and he didn't dare to dig too shallow, for fear that a few rains would wash out the coffin.

After digging until the sky was slightly bright, Xiaojing jumped up from the deep pit with a light leap.

He stabbed the mud-stained sword blade to the ground casually.

Xiaojing looked to the east, and the incomparably gorgeous morning glow gradually surged.

Xiaguang sparsely fell between his brows and eyes, and Xiaojing's expression seemed indescribably lonely.

After a long time, he pushed open the coffin and looked at the corpse lying inside.

"Luo Suxuan, I'm already home. I'll see you off a thousand miles away, and we must say goodbye at last. You and I are separated by life and death. It's not good for me to always have a dead body by my side."

Xiao Jing was afraid that his hands would be too dirty and would stain Luo Suxuan's face, so he deliberately wiped it clean with a handkerchief before he dared to raise his hand to touch that cold and pale cheek.

"Luo Suxuan, this is my life now, and I don't want to be burdened by the past."

Warm fingertips slowly touched Luo Suxuan's eyes, which were wrapped with a piece of white silk.

"I should goug out Lin Mobai's eyes and avenge you."

Xiao Jing said in a low voice: "I should avenge you."

But he didn't do anything to Lin Mobai.

Because Xiaojing knew that death was a kind of relief for Lin Mobai.

Xiao Jing refused to let Lin Mobai be relieved, but wanted to make him restless, restless, and live in regret and pain all his life without relief.

Let Lin Mobai see with his own eyes how well Chang Xuan, who he despised so much at the beginning, is doing well.

"Luo Suxuan, I will bury you right now. You can rest in peace. Don't worry, I promised you that I will keep the festival for you for three years...During these three years, I will not step out of Xifeng Mountain at will. I will accompany you You three years..."

It's just to repay the love|debt owed to Luo Suxuan, and not let his sincerity go to waste.

Xiaojing used his fingers to outline Luo Suxuan's facial features, from eyes, nose, to mouth, groping little by little, staring deeply at Luo Suxuan's face.

It was as if he wanted to engrave Luo Suxuan's appearance in his mind.

Remembering is often a hundred times more painful than forgetting.

Sometimes time can't make people let go, but it makes the pain ferment like wine, which becomes stronger day by day, making people extremely tormented.

After a while, Xiao Jing whispered again: "I heard before that there is a pill in the cultivation world that can make people forget their past. After three years, I will go to find this pill..."

"I want to forget you, completely forget you."

"People's eyes are looking forward, and I will not stop at the same place for anyone."

"The world is very good. I want to go out for a walk by myself and see more of the outside world."

Xiao Jing murmured to himself in a low voice, took one last look at Luo Suxuan, and closed the coffin.

He forced himself to let Luo Suxuan be buried no matter what this time.

Let Russell rest in peace.

Xiao Jing was silent, and pushed the coffin containing the corpse into the dug deep pit.

Then he pushed the soil with his hands, handfuls of dirt, handfuls of dirt, and buried Luo Suxuan with his own hands.

Originally, Xiaojing wanted to get a stone tablet, but he was almost penniless, so he might not be able to afford a stone tablet.

I had no choice but to split the trees and make a tombstone for Luo Suxuan with my own hands.

He bit his finger, used his finger as a pen, and used his blood as ink to carve seven large characters stroke by stroke on the tombstone:

The tomb of the lover Russell Xuan.

After finishing writing, Xiaojing stuck the tombstone in front of the grave.

Sitting casually by the grave, Xiaojing wanted to drink again.

But there was no drink at hand, and he leaned against the grave alone.

Xiaojing stayed with him from the morning when the sun came out until late at night, and then the next morning.

Not a word was said.

Just sitting alone by the grave.

Xiao Jing suddenly remembered that he had also found Lin Jing's lonely grave on the back mountain of Wuji Taoist Sect.

At the beginning, I didn't know who stood up for Lin Jing, but now Xiao Jing can finally figure it out.

If it weren't for Yue Wuchen, no one would dare to set up a grave for Lin Jing in the back mountain of Wuji Taoist Sect.

I don't know if Yue Wuchen guarding Lin Jing's tomb alone at that time was as lost and lonely as Xiaojing is now.

Suddenly there was a strange sound from a distance, which brought Xiao Jing back to his senses.

"Any evil spirit that disturbs Luo Suxuan's rest will be damned."

Xiaojing whispered, grabbed the long sword on the ground, and took it back again.

Afterwards, he searched for the source of the sound.

But on a cliff, some clues were found.

There was a black stain on the ground, dried but not hard to recognize, it was blood.

And on the top of the tree near the cliff, there is actually a piece of clothing hanging, the material is still floral, it should be a woman's dress.

The weird voice came from under the cliff.

Xiaojing raised his hand and grabbed the cloth, thinking about the strange things that happened in Xifeng Mountain in the tea shed by the roadside, the old woodcutter went crazy, and the young girl Cuicui disappeared.

Could it be that Cui Cui stumbled and fell off the cliff?

Otherwise, how could this cloth hang on the treetops growing on the cliff?

Xiaojing stood on the edge of the cliff, looking down at the bottom of the cliff.

The clouds underneath were so heavily covered that it was impossible to see clearly at a glance what was under the cliff.

Suddenly, Xiaojing jumped up and down from the top of the mountain lightly.

The cold wind whizzed by his ears, blowing his hair and the snow-white hairband intertwined and flying, and the mourning clothes on his body were fluttering and fluttering with the wind.

But after a while, Xiao Jing's feet stepped on the ground.

Looking around for a week, it looks like a cave with a hollow in the middle, surrounded by thick green vines, densely woven into spider web-like patterns.

Xiaojing stroked the non-existent dust on his sleeves expressionlessly, and then walked slowly into the cave.

He raised his hand to push away the vines blocking the way, and the deeper he walked, the voice gradually became clearer.

"Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow

The one calling for help was a woman, apparently only thirteen or fourteen years old, wearing a floral skirt, squatting in a corner with her knees hugged.

Xiaojing's feet were silent, and he stood in front of the woman without anyone noticing. Seeing this, he frowned and asked in a low voice: "Cui Cui?"

"Ah? Who called me?!"

Cui Cui raised her head suddenly, revealing a pair of red teary eyes. The moment she saw Xiao Jing, she was so frightened that she shrank into the corner, crying, "I must be dead, Bai Wuchang came to seduce the soul." I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die yet! Someone save me!”

"I'm not Bai Wuchang, and I'm not here to seduce your soul." Xiaojing's face was expressionless, but thinking that the other party was just a little girl who met by chance and had no grievances, she couldn't bear to be sarcastic, so she tried her best to say, "This is yours. clothes?"

"It's my clothes. When I fell off the cliff, the clothes were scratched by the branches... Well, thank you!"

Cui Cui thanked her, and after taking the clothes, she clasped her hands together and rubbed them back and forth, begging: "Please do me a favor, please do me a favor, don't seduce my soul, I still have elderly parents at home, wait for me." Let me go back to serve."

"I'm not white impermanence."

"Then... are you black impermanence?"

But it's not black, such a dress in linen and filial piety, and his face is pale, it's not black and white, it should be a ghost in the underworld.

Cuicui begged: "Please do me a favor, even if you let me go home and see my parents again, I've been missing for so long, they must be going crazy."

It's not that she's going crazy, but she's already crazy, Xiaojing thought to herself, but she didn't say it out, she just stretched out her hand, Cui Cui let out a fright, and quickly dodged with her head in her hands.

"Look, I have a shadow," Xiao Jing whispered, "You can also touch my hand, it's warm, and...it's daytime now."

Cui Cui: "..." Oh, yes, it's impossible for a ghost messenger to come out to seduce souls during the day!

Boldly, she slowly raised her hand, and then quickly tapped the back of Xiaojing's hand with the tip of her index finger, it was really warm.

The other party is just dressed like Bai Wuchang in the underworld!It's actually a living person!

"It turned out to be a living person. It scared me to death. I thought I was dead." Cui Cui heaved a sigh of relief, patted her chest, tears fell down, and bit her lips and said, "My lord, you were also killed Was it chased by wild boars and fell off a cliff?"

Xiaojing: "..." He didn't see any wild boars along the way.

It turned out that the rumors in the mouths of the people were all false. She was taken away by evil spirits and became a wife. It was just that she was chased by wild boars while cutting firewood on the mountain, and she stumbled and fell off the cliff in panic.

No wonder the old woodcutter shouted "Cui Cui, run".

Run a little slower, and the wild boar will catch up.

It can be seen from this that if rumors are spread with one mouth and rumors are spread by word of mouth, how true can they be?

As the saying goes, the benevolent see benevolence, and the wise see wisdom.

Fortunately, Xiaojing never believed it at first.

"Fell off such a high cliff, how did you survive?" Xiao Jing asked in a low voice.

Just now he jumped off the cliff himself, so he naturally knows how high and deep the cliff is.

Not to mention a mortal girl in her teens, even a Taoist cultivator would be smashed to pieces.

But Xiaojing Cuicui was not injured, but she was not in a good spirit, but after being trapped here for more than a month, no matter who she was, her complexion would not be very good.

"I... I don't know. I was too scared at the time. I slipped and fell down accidentally. The wind was blowing, and I was so scared that I didn't even dare to open my eyes... Later, later, I felt It was a force that supported me from underneath, and when I woke up, I lay on the ground with nothing wrong with me."

Cui Cui tried her best to recall the scene of falling off the cliff at that time, worried that she would be misunderstood as a monster, she hurriedly said: "I am a human, I am really not a monster! If it weren't for that kind of strength that supported me, I...I will definitely He fell to his death on the spot."

Seeing her panic and panic, Xiao Jing said, "You don't have to be afraid, I can tell at a glance whether you are human or not."

"You... are you a cultivator?"

"Well, I just know a little bit of Taoism, don't be afraid, I will take you out of here." After a pause, Xiaojing asked again, "Did you encounter any strange things here?"

"No, it's too deep here, and I can't get out. In order to survive, I picked the small fruits on the vines and ate them. I thought I would never get out in my life." Cui Cui whispered, suddenly remembered What, she suddenly took out something from her bosom, "Does this count?"

Xiaojing took it and saw that it was a half-burnt yellow talisman, and the spell on it was also blurred, but Xiaojing still managed to recognize it, it was a wind spell.

It can be seen that the energy supporting Cui Cui at that time came from this spell.

"When I woke up, I found this thing sticking to my clothes. I don't know where it came from, and I've never seen it before." Cui Cui explained.

"Besides this, are there any other discoveries?" Xiaojing asked thoughtfully while pinching the yellow talisman.

"No, I'm the only one here. I'm too scared, so...so I don't dare to walk around." Cui Cui replied.

In this way, Xiaojing nodded and did not continue to ask.

He could tell that this wind curse must have been drawn by a Taoist monk, and the runes on it didn't look like cinnabar, but rather like blood.

The drawing is very sloppy, presumably the casting of the spell was hasty, but fortunately, the painting is done in one go, and the strokes are correct.

Could it be that besides Cui Cui, is there anyone else here?

But why did he save half of the people, and then disappeared.

Cuicui, a little girl, has been trapped here for more than a month, and she is already very reluctant.

If Xiaojing came later, I'm afraid Cuicui would die here.

"Don't be afraid, with me here, nothing will happen. Miss Cui Cui, can you still stand up and walk? I'm going over there to see... If you can't go, just stay here and wait for me..."

When Cui Cui heard this, it won't work!

It was not easy to meet a living person. Although the young man in front of him looked expressionless and dressed in sackcloth, Cui Cui just felt that he was not a bad person.

Immediately stood up suddenly, pulled Xiaojing's sleeve, Cui Cui begged: "I can go by myself! Please take me, young master, I don't want to stay here alone...I...I'm afraid, I want to go back Home, I miss my parents..."

As she spoke, Cui Cui's tears fell down again.

Xiao Jingping was most afraid of others crying in front of him, especially women, and immediately said: "Don't cry, follow if you want, but you have to follow closely, don't get separated from me, I will take you Get out of here and take you home."

After hearing this, Cui Cui hurriedly thanked Xiaojing ecstatically, and seeing that she had scratched Xiaojing's sleeves, she blushed again and faltered and apologized.

Xiaojing gave a "hmm" and said coldly: "It's okay."

Then he turned around and walked deep into the cave.

Cui Cui was afraid that she would get lost again, so she quickly followed her step by step.

The further you go in, the colder and darker it becomes.

After all, Cui Cui is a daughter's house, so she sneezed loudly immediately, shivering from the cold, folded her arms and began to rub, whispering: "It's so cold, so cold, why is it so cold in here?"

Xiao Jing is a cultivator, and has a certain tolerance for cold and heat. After hearing this, he said: "Go out and wait for it to be cold."

Cui Cui quickly closed her mouth, and immediately fell silent.She felt that the young master in front of her had a cold personality, and she didn't dare to pull his clothes anymore, so she could only follow behind obediently.

After walking in for a long time, the cave suddenly opened up.

No wonder it's so cold, it's icy and snowy inside, and there's a solid layer of ice under your feet, and when you step on it, you can still hear the clicking sound.

Cui Cui was too cold to speak, and every step was very difficult.

Unexpectedly, Xiaojing stamped his feet, and almost bumped his head into his arms.Cui Cui raised her head in confusion, her little face was red and purple from the cold, her lips were chapped and bloody.

"It's too cold here, don't go in. Don't worry, I won't leave you alone, this, you take it."

Xiaojing put his magic weapon long whip into Cuicui's hand, and said in a low voice: "This thing can keep you safe and sound, so you can stay here and wait for me. If the cold is too unbearable, get out first .”

Cui Cui didn't dare to continue to follow, it was too cold here.Quickly nodded, holding the long whip, said in the mouth: "Okay, then I will wait here for the young master, the young master must come back to me!"

Xiaojing agreed, and continued to go deeper, and he didn't know how long he walked before finally stopping.

The surrounding area has been completely covered by ice and snow, and it is bitingly cold.

He saw a black figure, kneeling in the ice and snow, his neck, waist, and limbs were tightly bound by dark and heavy chains.

A long sword pierced through the chest.

There are also dense spells plastered around it.

Even under the feet are complicated spells, it seems that they should be trapped here.

Xiao Jing stared at him, only to see that this black figure was tall and tall, wearing black light armor, his hair was disheveled at the moment, and most of his face was covered by a pitch-black mask, so he couldn't see his original appearance clearly.

I don't know how long I have been imprisoned here.

Xiaojing's eyes were fixed on the long sword on Heiying's chest, and a strange emotion came from the bottom of his heart.

He pursed his lips hard, and clenched his fingers into his sleeves.

I just feel that everything here is strange and familiar.

It seemed that he had been here a long time ago.

But who is the man in black clothes who is bound by iron chains and kneeling in the ice and snow?

Why...why suddenly there was an inexplicable throbbing in my heart.

Xiaojing didn't know what this emotion meant, and suddenly heard a buzzing sound.

The long sword that penetrated the body of the man in black trembled violently.

It was as if he had been summoned by some kind.