After the funerals of Cang Zixuan, Ding Yuqin, and Qiao Lingzhu, Mu Lingtian and Luo Xue left Feixing Pavilion. In order to fulfill Cang Zixuan's last wish, Mu Lingtian and Luo Xue headed towards Wutong Village.
The gurgling water flowed towards the desolate distance. Mu Lingtian and Luo Xue rode on their horses and slowly entered the depressed and dilapidated Wutong Village.
Because of the special reasons of Wutong Village, it is not only deserted, but also very few other people pass by here. If a stranger comes in, the villagers will take a second look.
There were only a few crumbling leaves on the dry sycamore tree, and the broad branches spread out like a big umbrella. It was very beautiful. Under the round platform of the sycamore tree, Mu Lingtian and Luo Xue stopped, turned over and dismounted, Looking at the sycamore tree in front of them, the two of them looked a little sad and couldn't help but sigh.
The villagers gathered together and looked at the two people from a distance. It was not until they saw Mu Lingtian and Luo Xue stopping under the sycamore tree that they frowned and slowly came closer while discussing.
Mu Lingtian sighed, came to his senses, stepped onto the round platform, squatted under the sycamore tree, and pulled out Can Shang.
"What are you going to do?" A hunchbacked old man with gray hair, a long beard, and a wooden stick was the head of Wutong Village. His kind face was filled with anger, and he shouted at Mu Lingtian.
The villagers also gathered around with angry faces, and some even raised the wooden sticks in their hands, looking angry and nervous, as if they were ready to attack Mu Lingtian.
Mu Lingtian turned around, stopped, put away his sorrow, jumped off the round platform, glanced at the villagers, bowed to everyone and explained: "Old people, please don't get me wrong, I am Cang Zixuan and Ding Yuqin. My friend, dragged by the two of them, wanted to bury something under the tree."
When Cang Zixuan and Ding Yuqin were mentioned, a kind smile flashed on the angry faces of the old people, and at the same time they began to talk worriedly. The village chief waved to the villagers, signaling them to put down their weapons, and then looked kindly at Mu Lingtian and Luoxue. He smiled and said: "Ah, it turns out that they are friends of the second young master and the third young lady. There was a misunderstanding. There was a misunderstanding. Young Master, please don't mind."
Mu Lingtian smiled lightly and said, "It doesn't matter."
"Last time, the second young master said that he wanted to snatch the third lady back, but it's a pity that we old bones can't help. After so long, there is no news about them. I dare to ask the young master, how are the second young master and the third young lady? ?" the village chief asked worriedly.
"They..." Mu Lingtian frowned and stuttered. He didn't know what to say, let alone whether he should tell the villagers about Cang Zixuan and Ding Yuqin. He glanced at Luoxue hesitantly, and Luoxue frowned. He looked sad and seemed to be hesitant.
"The second young master and the third young lady are both living Bodhisattvas. Good people will be rewarded."
"Yes, God will definitely bless them, and lovers will eventually get married."
"Yes, yes, yes, the second young master must have snatched the third young lady back."
The villagers were talking with hopeful smiles, which made Mu Lingtian even more reluctant to tell the villagers about Cang Zixuan and Ding Yuqin.
The old village chief looked at Mu Lingtian, with a worried look on his smiling face, and asked, "Young hero? Why don't you speak? Could something have happened?"
"This..." Mu Lingtian sighed. Although he wanted to leave a message to the villagers, the fact is the fact, and the villagers will probably know it soon, so Mu Lingtian choked and said: "They... Already gone."
"What? Young Master, Young Master, you mean the Second Young Master and the Third Young Lady? Them?"
"Young hero, what did you say?"
"How can this be?"
The villagers couldn't believe their ears and asked Mu Lingtian noisily.
Mu Lingtian nodded and explained: "Yes, Zixuan and Miss Yuqin... have passed away and are now buried in peace."
"Young hero, you didn't lie to us? How did you know?" the village chief asked anxiously.
"I..." Mu Lingtian paused, sighed, and then said: "I saw them jump off the Star Reaching Tower with my own eyes."
"Here, what is going on? The second young master clearly said that there should be no big problem and told us not to worry. Why, how did it happen like this?" The village chief's eyes turned red instantly, and tears fell like rain. No, Dare to believe what Mu Lingtian said.
Mu Lingtian didn't want to mention this matter, and he didn't want to make the villagers too sad. He hesitated for a moment and simply said: "This... is because there was a misunderstanding in Feixing Pavilion Jade Cuizhuang, which harmed the two of them, so In order to resolve the rift between Feixing Pavilion and Jade Cuizhuang, the two of them jumped off Star Reaching Tower."
After knowing this, the villagers burst into tears and burst into tears.
The village chief wiped his tears and asked sadly: "May I ask, young hero, the second young master and the third young lady, where are they buried?"
"Under the ancient pine trees on the Zhaixing Building." Mu Lingtian looked at the sad villagers and wanted to change the subject, and comforted him: "Feixing Pavilion and Jade Cuizhuang have been renovated. From now on, Wutong Village will no longer have to suffer the consequences. Everyone can live a good life after being bullied by Xianyunju."
This news is indeed good news, but for the villagers at this moment, this news also makes them unhappy. The village chief wiped his blurred eyes again, sighed deeply, came to Mu Lingtian, and asked: "The young hero just said that he was entrusted by the second young master and the third young lady, but I don't know why? But the second young master and the third young lady did not know why." Miss Third, do you have any unfulfilled wishes?"
"They fell in love under the sycamore tree and wanted to bury their love under the sycamore tree." Mu Lingtian sighed and took out a small gray package from his arms.
The village chief looked at the small package in Mu Lingtian's hand and begged: "The second young master and the third young lady have helped us a lot. If you can, please young master give this to us so that we can also help the second young master and the third young lady." If the lady does something, it can be regarded as a little bit of our kindness."
Mu Lingtian looked at the villagers carefully and handed the small package in his hand to the village chief: "That's it, you've got your work done."
The village chief took the small package with both hands, and tears blurred his eyes again. Big teardrops rolled down his palms. The villagers also gathered around. Soon the villagers brought tools and carefully dug on the round platform of the sycamore tree. He dug a deep pit, buried the small parcel, brought incense, and began to pay homage.
Mu Lingtian and Luo Xue stood aside, with endless emotions in their hearts. Luo Xue gently touched the corners of her eyes with her jade fingers and sighed softly: "The road to the underworld is vast, and the souls return under the parasol trees. May Brother Cang and Miss Ding continue their unfinished life in this life in the next life." fate."
"I hope..." Mu Lingtian folded his hands with a sad look on his face, looked at the sky, and let out a long sigh.
