Then the winter sun rises as usual.
He didn't know how long he had been asleep, but feeling the cold touch on his palm prints, Qingyun slowly woke up again.
The tears in the corners of his eyes have dried, the sky is cloudless under the red sun, the temperature is gradually getting warmer, and the night has exchanged its own world with the day, but what is left to him is full of sadness and boundless death.
Qingyun slowly put down Yan Liangshan's hand, then dragged heavy steps and walked out of the village numbly. His father's body was still outside. He couldn't let his father die in the wilderness like this.
When he got closer to his father, he discovered that the sword he used to clean was broken beside him. He had not noticed it because he was so excited just now.
Unfortunately, the sword had already been broken into several sections, with only a few feet of length above the hilt still remaining. At the hilt of the sword, the bright red sword spike looked particularly bright in the sunlight.
Just when he was about to pick up the broken sword and touch the hilt with his fingertips, suddenly, a familiar voice resounded in Qingyun's mind, causing his dried tears to pour out of his eyes like a flood again. .
"Yun'er, when you hear this, I believe that dad is no longer alive. Well, dad can't talk too much to you. There is no other way. Many things have happened, and dad doesn't know how to explain it to you. But I want you to know that you will always be the most precious treasure in my and your mother's life. Even if we are no longer here, my and my mother's love for you will always be with you."
As he spoke, Yi Qing seemed to become choked with sobs, and his voice continued:
"Put away the amber pendant around your neck. Now Daddy tells you that the real name of this pendant is Qilin Teeth. It is a first-rate treasure in the world, and it is also a good medicine that can cure your physical diseases. The reason why Daddy won't let you take it I came out to show others because there are countless kind-hearted people in this world, but this world is also full of intrigues. People's hearts are sinister, and it takes more than one or two days of getting along to understand them. I hope you remember dad's words, and they are only used to treat colds. Take it out alone when you need it, and put it away at other times.”
"Finally, Dad has no time for Yun'er. If you don't accumulate small steps, you won't be able to reach a thousand miles. If you don't accumulate small streams, you won't be able to build a river. People will never grow without going through trials. So you must live strong without Dad. Daddy believes that you can step out of your own world, but you must not avenge daddy. This is not just for your safety. Daddy doesn’t want you to grow up with hatred. Maybe one day you will learn the truth and you will have you. It's your own choice, but if you are really desperate, you must remember to go to the Immortal Sword Sect and find their leader Yi Chen. That is dad's senior brother and your senior uncle, but you must not treat anyone else except him. Anyone outside of the family will say that you are my son, Yi Qing, to avoid suspicion, but you can rest assured that your uncle will not harm you. You only need to tell him that you are here to exchange for the sword from back then, and he will take care of himself when the time comes. Will know who you are.”
At the end of the story, Yi Qing's voice gradually began to fade into Qingyun's mind. Yi Qing seemed to have a thousand words, but unfortunately even parting was so short.
"Xiao Yun'er, don't be afraid, your father and mother will always love you, always..."
At the end of his words, it was as if a ball of spiritual light suddenly exploded in Qingyun's mind, scattered into a sea of stars, and finally gradually disappeared. Yi Qing's last voice also disappeared without a trace along with his tears.
It wasn't until Yi Qing's parting voice was silent for a long time that Qingyun's eyes slowly regained their clarity. He understood that that was probably his father's last voice.
Refocusing his eyes dejectedly, Qingyun found that his hand was still tightly holding his father's broken sword. The blood embedded deep in his flesh was so similar to the bright red of the sword's spike, but he didn't feel any pain at all.
Looking closely with sadness, he saw an elegant word "green" engraved on the bottom of the body of the Broken Sword. Recalling his father's last words before his death, why did he let himself talk to Uncle Yichen about getting the sword back? Woolen cloth?
But now is not the time to think so much. The words Yi Qing conveyed to his mind seemed to have magic power, giving Qingyun some motivation to persevere.
From now on, he has no one to rely on anymore. No matter whether he accepts the fact that his father is gone or not, he must live well after all and cannot let down the love of his father and mother for him.
Ever since, Qingyun slowly sat down and began to think about what he should do next.
It's a pity that after thinking about it, he found that besides being confused, he still only felt confused. He didn't know where to go. Considering his age, he was only a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old.
Gradually, tears rolled in Qingyun's eyes again.
"No, I can't cry, I want to live well, I want to find sister Nanzhi, and I want revenge! I want to find the murderer who killed my father and everyone in Liangren Village, and I want to cut them into pieces. part!!!"
Speaking of this, Qingyun really gritted his teeth, and the creaking fist once again opened the wound on his palm. A seed of hatred was taking root in his heart. At this time, he simply ignored the words of Yi Qing and Yan Liangshan. I forgot about it.
However, hatred is Qingyun's greatest hope for survival at this time. He wants revenge, even if he spends everything!
So, he used the broken sword to support his weak body, stood up, and then took out the unicorn tooth from his chest and held it in his hand, feeling that the amber pendant seemed to contain his father's last body temperature.
Finally, he solemnly put the Qilin teeth back into his underwear and slowly walked towards Liangren Village. Qingyun first came to the home of his good friend Tiezhu.
Tiezhu's mother was lying at the door, her face invisible, but her whole body was covered with blood and one of her arms was missing. She seemed to have been dead for a long time.
Arriving at Tie Zhu's room, Qingyun found that there was a huge dent in Tie Zhu's chest, as if his heart had been broken by a palm, but his face was relatively peaceful, without much pain. It's like leaving in a dream.
Qingyun seemed to be smiling after taking a closer look. He touched Tie Zhu's dark face and said lonely:
"Brother Tiezhu, goodbye."
Finally, he found a piece of patched clothing on the bedside of the iron pillar and put it on, but it was a little too wide, loose and leaky.
After being dressed, Qingyun carefully moved the bodies of Tiezhu and his mother to the center of the village. Then he followed the same method and gathered all the bodies of everyone in the village together.
Since there were so many broken limbs, he couldn't tell who belonged to whom, so he could only do what Yan Liangshan said and cremate everyone collectively without even a tombstone.
By the time everyone's bodies were found and moved, and enough firewood was prepared, it was already dark.
Standing in front of the mountains of corpses, Qingyun felt an inexplicable familiarity, as if those body temperatures were still warming his lonely self in the winter.
However, the only thing that greeted Liangren Village next was the unfamiliar words "wipe to ashes."
He could not light the fire for a long time.
"Goodbye, everyone!"
After a while, Qingyun was filled with reluctance, parting, and those swirling words that he wanted to say before but had not said yet, those happy ones, those sad ones, and even those memories that he didn't want to remember.
Put down your hands and burn them to the ground.
The bright red firelight reflected the setting sun, and he threw the clothes that were wrapped around the iron pillar into the flames because he was afraid that the blood would stain his father's shirt red.
Then, Qingyun put away the broken sword and fragments, carried his father's body on his back, and staggered towards the cabin on the mountainside.
It was only now that he was facing the whole world alone that he realized that his father's body was also very light. Why had he never noticed it in the past?
In addition to knowing the names of my father and mother, what else do I know? But now, even if I have thousands of words to say, I have no chance to speak!
He had walked this mountain road countless times since he was a child. Many times it felt very long, just like when he was going down the mountain. But this time he discovered that this mountain road seemed to be so short for some reason, so short that it seemed like he could complete it in just one breath.
Until I got home, the new moon was already hanging high again.
Under the moonlight, Qingyun dug a new cave next to his mother's tomb, then put his father's body inside until it was buried and filled.
He has no memory of how his mother's grave was erected, but the memory of burying his father's grave with his own hands is something he will remember forever. My mother's tombstone simply had the words "Yun Mulan" written on it, and it was not even carved.
Qingyun didn't know how to write on his father's tombstone, and he couldn't find a stone that could be used as a tombstone. Fortunately, Yi Qing might have already felt that he wanted to sleep in the same cave as Yun Mulan, and there was enough space on the tombstone.
He had no choice but to add the word "Yiqing" next to his mother's name, and then erected the tombstone between the two graves.
"Father, mother, Yun'er knows that you don't want me to take revenge for my own good, but the hatred for killing my father is irreconcilable! And look, the fire at the foot of the mountain is dazzling! But it is a flame burning with human life! They They are also victims! They have the right to know the truth of the matter! Someone always needs to avenge them! So, please forgive the child for being unfilial!"
After saying that, Qingyun kowtowed heavily in front of the tomb. The heavy kowtow seemed so out of place in the silent night. In this destined to be a sleepless night, the voices and smiles of his parents always appeared in front of Qingyun's eyes.
He held back the tears that burst out of his eyes, and blood slowly oozed out from his lips that were bitten tightly by his teeth, but he never let a single tear fall, because he knew that no one in this world could make him cry again.
At this time, the fire in Liangren Village was still burning silently. Although the fire could still be seen on the mountainside, the fire had weakened. Qingyun estimated that the flames would probably be extinguished by morning.
