A gentleman riding a red dust smile

In October of the 43rd year of Xianqing in Chizhou, on Qingyan Mountain in Nanling, on the day when the five young masters and eighteen weak crowns were crowned, corpses lay all over the ground.The Song family was wiped out overnight, and only seven of the eight great families of the immortal clan remained.

On Song Lingshuang's birthday that day, he was beaming with joy, and he performed the crown ceremony and wrote his words.Unexpectedly, when the banquet was in full swing at night, suddenly dozens of men in black broke into the mountain silently as if descending from the sky.Song Lingshuang was helpless in the face of these assassins, and the natal whip of his parents was instantly shattered in the hands of one of them.Although Song Zongzhu and his wife had achieved success in cultivation, they were outnumbered. They could only desperately protect their youngest son and break out of the siege. In the end, they both died under the siege.

Song Lingshuang watched helplessly as his parents, siblings, and clansmen were slaughtered, but he could do nothing but run for his life all the way.It was dawn and then dark, and it was dark and bright again. After running for an unknown amount of time and distance, Song Lingshuang finally collapsed in the grass due to exhaustion.Thinking of dying in this barren mountain, Song Lingshuang, who was dying of blood all over his body, spurted out a mouthful of black blood with sadness and anger, and passed out.

When he woke up again, it turned out to be on Changsun Jue's back.Song Lingshuang is considered tall, but the eldest Sun Jue also grew up like crazy, and he was already within a head of Song Lingshuang when he was only fourteen.But after all, he was still four years behind. He was carrying Song Lingshuang, who was taller and heavier than him, and his steps were a bit difficult.He gritted his teeth and tried to make himself walk steadily, for fear of bumping the injured man on his back.

When Song Lingshuang woke up, every bone in his body was tingling, and he couldn't help but groan.But the physical pain was nothing compared to the pain in his heart.Scenes of blood spattering appeared in front of him, making him feel like a thousand arrows piercing through his heart.

Changsun Jue paused and asked, "Are you awake? How do you feel?"

This was the first time Song Lingshuang heard Changsun Jue's voice in nearly two years.The boy's voice is no longer as clear and immature as it was when he was young, and the deep voice has a reassuring temperature at the beginning.The temperature made Song Lingshuang's grief, which he was desperately holding back, instantly collapse, and tears flowed down uncontrollably.He repeatedly cried on Changsun Jue's back until his hoarse voice turned into sobs, "My father is gone, my mother is gone, big brother, second brother, third sister, fourth sister, all gone! The whip my father gave me is gone... ...my home is gone...I have no home...'

Hot tears drenched Chang Sun Jue's clothes, scalding his heart like a pinprick in the cooling autumn night.He bit his lips tightly and said in a low voice, "Song Ye, don't be afraid, I will take you home."

Step by step, Changsun Jue carried Song Lingshuang back to Luhuadang without sleep for three days and three nights.

Song Lingshuang lost consciousness on Changsun Jue's back after crying, and when she regained consciousness, Changsun Jue had already returned to Hantianyuan.According to Mrs. Shuang, when Song Lingshuang arrived at Luhuadang, he had already stepped into the gate of hell with one foot.The eldest grandson suzerain personally used spiritual power to continue his life, and invited his close friend and great alchemist Chang Yuan, known as the ghost doctor, overnight, to pull him back to the human world.After that, Song Lingshuang's high fever persisted, and she was in a coma for ten days, and finally woke up.

Mrs. Shuang sat on the bedside, holding Song Lingshuang's hand with tears in her eyes, "My good boy, I've finally made it through. Don't worry about Qingyan Mountain. Your eldest granduncle has already sent someone to take care of the funeral. From now on, you will stay in the Don’t worry about this Luhuadang, as long as Jue’er has a mouthful of rice, you will have a mouthful of rice. No, even if there is no Jue’er’s, there must be yours! You first relax and take good care of your wounds, do you hear me?”

Song Lingshuang heard it, but didn't have the energy to respond.He didn't even have the energy to say thank you.He opened his eyes, looked at the ceiling, and thought of his father who had been holding a bamboo pole since he was a child and said he would break his legs, and his mother who was pulling his father behind him to make him run quickly, and tears flowed down the corners of his eyes drip.

He thought, why is it him?Any one of his elder brothers and sisters who survived was better than him.If he hadn't acted coquettishly to his eldest brother and said that he would hold the grandest weak crown ceremony, the second brother was still traveling abroad, the fourth sister would have stayed at her in-law's house well, and his little nephew in the belly of the third sister would not have had time to come to this world in the future ...

How could it be him!

Mrs. Shuang watched bitterly, but didn't know how to comfort her, so she could only stroke Song Lingshuang's head.

Song Lingshuang lay on the bed depressed, neither crying nor making noise, neither drinking nor eating, as if there was nothing in this world worthy of his nostalgia.Seeing that the child was about to die, Changsun Huan went to Song Lingshuang's bedside and talked to him all night.Changsun Huan told him about the deeds of Song Sovereign and Mrs. Song when they went out to experience Chizhou when they were young, how his father and mother met and knew each other and how they had them later, and how his father died at a young age after the old Sovereign Song passed away. Support the entire Song family.

"Ye'er, your mother had a difficult delivery that year, and you almost lost both mother and child. It was not easy for you to come to this world, and now you are the only one left in the Song family. Do you really have the heart to let your parents burn their efforts?

"I know you think it's your fault, so you called everyone back to Qingyan Mountain to celebrate your birthday. But you don't know, your father knows it all. He told me that you want to call your relatives and disciples who are away from home. No matter how far away, I will come back to celebrate your birthday. It’s because all these years, when everyone goes out to kill monsters, they always get together less and leave more. You want to take advantage of your birthday to let everyone go home and have a reunion. He was so proud when he said it , Said that the youngest in his family is also sensible.

"Think again about how your parents saved you from the sea of ​​blood. What are they for? You think about it carefully." After speaking, he sighed, got up and left in the slightly bright morning light.

Song Lingshuang actually knew in his heart that he could be depressed and cry, but crying was the most useless thing in this world.Even if he shed all tears, his relatives would never come back.So he can be sad, but he can't be sad for a lifetime.

Since he survived, there is no reason to die by himself.He was the only one left in the Song family, even if the sky collapsed, he would not be able to collapse.If he is alive, the Song family is alive, and it is possible to find the culprit and send him to hell to comfort the dead!

After Changsun Huan left, Song Lingshuang lay motionless on the bed for a day and a night with eyes open and tears streaming down his face.The next night, the tears in the corners of his eyes dried up, and he fell into a deep sleep.In the early morning of the third day, he dragged his battered body out of bed.

He staggered to the front of Changsun Huan and Madam Shuang, knelt down with a plop, and kowtowed, "Thank you, Sect Master Changsun and Madam, for saving their lives!"

The two quickly helped him up, feeling distressed and relieved.Changsun Huan put his hand on his shoulder and said earnestly, "From now on, you are the disciple of my Minghe Changsun family. My eldest Sun Huan will teach you everything he has learned all his life!"

Song Lingshuang kowtowed again, "Ling Shuang pays homage to Master, Mistress."

Madam Shuang had tears in her eyes, "Tell me, what's your name?"

After more than a month, Changsun Jue returned to Minghe.At this time, Song Lingshuang could finally get out of bed completely. Although he often had nightmares at night, he was much more energetic than before.

Seeing Changsun Jue coming back, Song Lingshuang dragged his still-unhealed left leg and gave him a smile.Changsun Jue was taken aback for a moment, and pulled his lips reluctantly.

Song Lingshuang sighed, and said teasingly, "It's such an ugly smile. Why do you have such a bad face when you say you? Those who don't know think it's you who came back from the gate of hell."

Changsun Jue turned cold again, "I want you to take care of it!"

Song Lingshuang curled her lips and asked, "Why are you back? Hantianyuan doesn't have holidays."

Changsun Jue said, "I dropped out of school."

"What?" Song Lingshuang's eyes widened, "What does it mean to drop out of school? Does master and wife know?"

Seeing Changsun Jue stunned for a moment, Song Lingshuang explained, "Are you surprised? Are you surprised? From now on, I will be your big brother, hahaha!"

Changsun Jue turned his eyes away and refused to comment.

"Tell me why you dropped out of school?" Song Lingshuang naturally wouldn't simply let him go.

"There's nothing to learn, so I quit."

Changsun Jue said it as if nothing had happened, which made Song Lingshuang angry and funny.In the end, he waved his hand helplessly, "Forget it, it's really nothing for our A Jue to learn anyway, so if you quit, just quit." Then he looked at the other party seriously and warned, "You have to live well." Explain to Master and Mistress, seeing how pale you are, you probably won't be able to hold on kneeling in the ancestral hall for one night!"

On the same day, Changsun Jue personally proved that he not only survived one night, but also survived a day and a second night.

Sovereign Grandson and Mrs. Shuang were naturally angry.Dropping out of school without permission is not only a matter of Changsun Jue alone, but also affects the face of the entire Changsun family.This is how the eldest grandson disciples who enter the Hantian Academy will deal with themselves in the future?

During the period, Song Lingshuang secretly went to the ancestral hall to visit twice. Seeing how the elder Sun Jue knelt there with a haggard expression but meticulously, she complained in her heart, "What is this fool doing kneeling so seriously?"

After kneeling in the ancestral hall for two days, Changsun Jue entered the bedroom without saying a word.In the middle of the night, Song Lingshuang knew that Changsun Jue had come back from kneeling after being punished, so he ran to his door and knocked a few times, "A Jue, are you back? Does your knee hurt? I'm here to bring you medicine!"

"It doesn't hurt. I'm going to sleep." Changsun Jue said.

"Look at you, you are indeed too fragile. If I were to kneel for three days and three nights, I would still be able to climb over the wall and go out for a night tour! Do you want to press for your husband?" Song Lingshuang said proudly, and regretted it after speaking up.I used to say "husband" and "sister-in-law" before, so I didn't pay attention to the bald mouth for a while.How can this be, the last time I ignored him for nearly two years, how long will it take this time.

No, a cold sentence came from the room, "Get lost!"

Song Lingshuang made a false alarm, and thought: "It's okay, it's okay!" As he said that, he rolled away.

In the first few days when he came back, Changsun Jue hardly ever went out of the room except for eating. Song Lingshuang believed that Changsun Jue had strong self-esteem and was not punished to kneel in the ancestral hall when he grew up. Naturally, he was depressed this time.From time to time, he ran outside Changsun Jue's door to comfort him, "What's the matter? Kneeling is not kneeling? You'll get used to this kind of thing if you do it too often!" Answer a few words.So he didn't think too much about it, thinking that it would be better after a while.

It has been three months since Song Lingshuang came to Luhuadang.He had recovered from his injuries, and after thinking about it, he still went to speak to Changsun Huan on this day.

"Master, I... want to go back to Qingyan Mountain." He lowered his head so that no one could see his expression.

Since Song Lingshuang worshiped Changsun, Qingyan Mountain was like a thorn in everyone's heart, no one dared to mention it.Changsun Huan looked at the apprentice in front of him, thinking that he had to face it by himself after all, since he was ready, why would he stop him?He was silent for a moment, and said: "Okay. I will go with you."

At this time Changsun Jue suddenly came in from outside the house, looked at his father and said, "I'll go too."

Changsun Huan did not object.The three of them set off the next day.

After all, Changsun Huan was an overhaul of the Eight Realms, and half a day later, the three of them arrived at the foot of Qingyan Mountain.

Song Lingshuang was dressed in black, looking at the familiar mountain road, with a solemn expression, seemingly calm, but a closer look revealed that his eyes were actually bloodshot.

Changsun Jue looked at his black back in a daze.

Song Lingshuang grew up with her grandson Jue since she was a child.Changsun Jue likes to wear white shirts, and Song Lingshuang follows suit.It's just that Changsun Jue has always been as white as the ice and snow of the extreme north, but Song Lingshuang always wants to add some color to this plainness.The way he adds color is to wear a variety of belts.It doesn't matter if it is colorful, at the most exaggerated time, he even brought a pair studded with jade!

Among the disciples of the same age, some secretly laughed at him for being flamboyant and feminine.Hearing this, Song Lingshuang seemed to be angry, and intensified, using everything to the extreme. Once, someone even mixed gold leaf into brocade to weave a golden belt, trying to blind some people's eyes.Later, when Song Lingshuang went to Hantian Academy to study, Mrs. Song really couldn't see it, so she gave him a red cloth belt with dark patterns.I don't know what Mrs. Song said to him, but Song Lingshuang liked it very much. Since then, the white dress and red belt have not been changed again.

But since that night in Qingyan Mountain, Song Lingshuang has not worn white clothes again.The white clothes have changed into green clothes, but the red belt my mother gave me has not been replaced.He obviously didn't like black since he was a child, saying that he was lifeless, but now he only wears black clothes.Others may not know why, but Changsun Jue can probably guess.When he found Song Lingshuang on the border of Nanling, Song Lingshuang was covered in blood, both his own and others'.His white clothes were deeply and shallowly stained with blood, and his original color could no longer be seen.If it is black, it is not easy to see even if it is stained with blood.

Song Lingshuang couldn't see the worried look on Sun Jue's face behind him. He stared at the stone path up the mountain for a long time before taking a step.

The stone path is not spacious, and the leaves on both sides have begun to wither and turn yellow.

Song Lingshuang used to go up the mountain, always absent-minded, either sneaked out from home to play and hurried down the mountain, or got into trouble outside and sneaked up the mountain to avoid the eyeliner of his parents, never carefully looked at the scenery in the mountain.And the last time he went down the mountain, he was running for his life, let alone paying attention to what was on the road.

This time, he walked very slowly.Only then did he discover that there were so many types of trees on both sides of the stone path. Every thirty stone steps there would be a stone platform with lamps, and every two hundred stone steps there would be a stone bench on the ground.

The members of the Changsun family were neat and tidy, no trace of blood could be seen on the stone path or the trees and bushes on both sides.The branches and stone barriers that were broken due to the fighting have also returned to their original state, as if that night never existed.

But Song Lingshuang could still smell a trace of blood from the smell of leaves and soil.

He has never felt that Qingyan Mountain is so high and these stone steps are so difficult to climb. If someone pats him on the back at this time, he will find that his clothes are soaked.

Someone grabbed his wrist suddenly.Song Lingshuang looked up along the outstretched arm and saw Changsun Jue.Changsun Jue's deep voice sounded in his ears, "Don't be afraid."

Only then did Song Lingshuang realize that his hands were subconsciously clenched into fists, trembling slightly.As if a warm current flowed from his wrist to his heart, Song Lingshuang smiled at Changsun Jue, "What am I afraid of?" He spread his palms, wiped away the sweat from his palms secretly, and started walking again.

Changsun Huan watched from behind without saying anything.

It took less than half an hour to go up the mountain before, but this time it took more than double.Song Lingshuang finally found out today that there are a total of 640 stone steps in Qingyan Mountain.

He stood in front of the gate of the compound on Qingyan Mountain, as if in a lifetime.

Changsun Huan stepped forward, "Come with me to see your parents."

Song Lingshuang was startled, and quickly followed.

Enter the front door, pass through the schoolyard, walk through the front yard, cross the stone bridge to the left, and then pass the promenade, pass the front hall, study room, bedroom hall, and back garden.A few months ago, there were elders scolding and juniors fighting in these places, but now they are empty.

Song Lingshuang followed Changsun Huan to the back mountain.There are tombs of Song's children.

Song Lingshuang knelt and kowtowed in front of the tombstones of his parents, brothers and sisters.

Changsun Huan walked over and stretched out his hand in front of Song Lingshuang. In his palm were two thin jades the size of fingernails.

Song Lingshuang choked for a moment, "This is..."

Changsun Huan nodded and said, "It's the ender of your parents." Anyone who has formed alchemy can get the ender by burning their bones with spiritual power after death.It carries the last seen moments and thoughts of the deceased.Song Lingshuang was still in a coma when Changsun Huan ordered people to take care of Song's aftermath, and his life and death were uncertain.In addition, the bodies of Song Zongzhu and his wife were too horrible to look at at that time, so Changsun Huan didn't wait for him to wake up, and took out the end shadow to personally bury his friend and his wife. The whole story was told to Song Lingshuang one by one after he woke up.

Song Lingshuang lowered her head, unable to see her expression clearly, and took a long while to take the ender image in Changsun Huan's hand.

"I want to visit the ancestral hall." Song Lingshuang said.

Changsun Huan nodded, and accompanied him to the gate of the ancestral hall with Changsun Jue, but did not go in.

Song Lingshuang walked into the ancestral hall alone.He couldn't remember how many times he had knelt here, and he could memorize the positions of the suzerain and mistress spirit cards of all dynasties upside down.But today, there are two more at the front, and the names he is most familiar with are written on them.

Song Lingshuang stood in front of the parents' ranking, tightly holding Ender in his hand, his nails digging into his palm, as if he was about to bleed.He suddenly knelt down, tears fell drop by drop, and fell to the ground, wet into one piece.From childhood to adulthood, Song Lingshuang has been punished to kneel here countless times, but she never shed tears.No one punished him today, but he couldn't stop crying.

Song Lingshuang finished crying, wiped away her tears, and kowtowed three more times to the queue in front of her.I swore secretly in my heart, "Father, mother, I am still alive. I will become stronger, and I will pay back you and Song Shi!"

He stood up and walked out of the ancestral hall, only to find that his master was no longer there, only Changsun Jue was waiting for him.That person looked a little worried and cautious, as if he was helping him out when he was a child.Song Lingshuang suddenly wanted to laugh, so he laughed inappropriately.

Changsun Jue was provoked by his laughter and looked over. Seeing Song Lingshuang standing at the entrance of the ancestral hall with red eyes and laughing, he was even more worried for a while.Wouldn't it be because he was too hit and his brain was broken?So he hurried over, "Are you okay?"

Song Lingshuang shook his head while waving his hands, "It's okay, it's okay. A Jue, you really haven't changed at all." This made Sun Jue confused.Song Lingshuang went crazy, straightened up, with a smile on her lips, and said to Changsun Jue, "Let's go home."

Changsun Jue was taken aback for a moment, lowered his eyes, concealed the changing expression in his eyes, and nodded.

The two returned to the front door, where Changsun Huan was waiting.

"Do you want to take away your parents' tablet?" Changsun Huan asked.

Song Lingshuang said, "Just put it here."

Changsun Huan nodded and took the two of them down the mountain.When the three arrived at the foot of the mountain, Changsun Huan cast a formation between his fingers, and Qingyan Mountain disappeared in an instant.Changsun Huan said to Song Lingshuang: "The empty mountain provokes idlers. I will seal the mountain first. When you come back from revitalizing the Song family, you can unseal it."

Song Lingshuang nodded, but Changsun Jue said, "His formation skills are so bad, I'm afraid he won't be able to get in."

Song Lingshuang grinned and said, "What are you afraid of? Isn't there you?"

Changsun Jue blurted out, "Get lost!"

Changsun Huan: "Jue'er, watch your words!"

Song Lingshuang snickered.Changsun Jue didn't dare to resist his father, turned around in anger and walked forward alone.Changsun Huan sighed, shook his head, and followed.

Looking at the backs of the two, Song Lingshuang felt warm in his heart, and said, "Things are different, but not everyone is the same." He turned to the empty place where there was a big mountain, bowed deeply, and said silently in his heart, "wait me back."

The author has something to say:

There seems to be different opinions on whether female tablets can be entered into the ancestral hall. In some dynasties and places, mistresses were allowed to enter the ancestral hall.The setting of this article is possible, don't get entangled.