"More people will know about the legends of the past in the future." He thought of this and blurted out, "What the seniors protect is not just one person's world, let alone the ending of history. Even now, we still need you, senior."
"Cheer up. Ximen Hidden Sword."
Suddenly, Ju Buzheng walked out from the other side of the statue.
"He said so much, you should listen to a few words." Although he was about to show his usual generous smile, he suddenly remembered the current occasion, so he held it back.
Lang Chenyan's eyes turned to him again. After looking at it for a few seconds, he shifted his gaze back to Fu Yunge.
Fu Yunge didn't speak anymore, he had already said everything he could say. Seeing his senior turn his attention to himself again, he gave his senior a positive nod in return.
Staring at the young man in front of him, his expression was extremely determined. The unquenched fire dyed everyone's cheeks red, and they all looked so warm, completely different from the distant snowy desert.
It turns out that what I have is no longer the faded memory of the past.
He suddenly realized it as if he was waking up from a big dream. Now, with the help of this young man, he has walked out of the snowy desert and returned to the world.
But this place has never been his former world. Buried back then, he is now a visitor, leaving his mark on this land again.
If he keeps staring at yesterday in loneliness, how can he connect with the present world. Wanting to possess yesterday while also wanting to bear the burden of today is such greed. It can be said to be too heavy.
Fu Yunge saw his eyes gradually changing and met Ju Buzheng's gaze quietly. The two nodded slightly and continued to stand silently, like the two arms supporting him when he came out.
Lang Chenyan's face looked blank for a moment, and then he had an epiphany. But in the end, his confusion gradually faded away, and his former look gradually returned to his dead eyes.
On the horizon, the low night sky and clouds and moon gradually rise to the small pavilion on the opposite mountain through the flames.
The fire in the old temple gradually became smaller, and Ju Buzheng comforted everyone and went back to rest. Fu Yunge and Lang Chenyan moved the statue out of Yuannan Shuiguo and found a clearing in the forest.
The brilliance flows down through the gaps in the leaves, and the low chirping of cicadas can be heard from time to time in the forest.
With Lang Chenyan's help, Fu Yunge saved a lot of effort in moving the stone statue. He moved all the way here without even breaking a sweat.
Lang Chenyan walked quietly and didn't put the stone statue down until here.
Surrounded by trees, it is very cool. Contrary to the sweltering heat just now, it is very comfortable here.
Lang Chenyan looked at this small piece of open space, the soil was still a little moist. He looked around and finally nodded with satisfaction.
Fu Yunge probably guessed what he was going to do. I saw the rusty knife suddenly materialize in his palm, he narrowed his eyes and focused, and at the same time, he exerted his strength and swung it towards the ground under his feet.
The ground was injured and trembled, and the leaves fell. Fu Yunge took a few steps back to avoid being knocked down by his sudden move.
The sword energy circled in an arc on the ground, and the tree roots and rocks underneath made a cracking sound. Finally, he pulled out the knife, and the excavated circle of soil scattered around.
The surrounding trees were obviously severely shaken, and all the cicadas were silent. Many panicked birds woke up from their sleep, fluttered their wings and flew into the distance.
Shockingly, after this move, a big pit appeared in front of Lang Chenyan.
Fu Yunge leaned forward from behind and brushed off the broken leaves from the branches above his head.
The pit is neither very deep nor very big, but it is enough to bury the idol in it. Thinking of this, he turned his head and looked at the stone statue standing next to Lang Chenyan and sighed.
The shadow of the leaves casts a veil over the statue, making it look mysterious and soft.
This was Lang Chenyan's last hope for the old temple.
Lang Chenyan turned around and stared at the statue carefully and affectionately. It seems that I am still a little reluctant to say goodbye for the last time.
"The old temple has passed away. You can sleep here peacefully."
Lang Chenyan murmured to the statue, his rough hands carefully stroking the texture on the stone statue with concentration and pity.
Finally, he raised his hand, and the stone statue was lifted out of thin air by his true energy. After another move, it smoothly entered the big pit.
Not wanting to look at it anymore, Lang Chenyan looked at Fu Yunge beside him: "You can help me bury it. I'm tired."
Fu Yunge nodded, it was just a matter of effort. They really couldn't delay here any longer. Yu Zichai probably had an inference about Lang Chenyan, and both of them were poisoned by the evil sword, so they had to be dealt with as soon as possible.
Watching Lang Chenyan's back gradually disappear between the cover of the woods, and finally he could no longer be seen clearly.
He must have realized it, although his back was still extremely heavy. But Fu Yunge is not worried about him. He knows that the senior will rely on himself to come out step by step in the future.
The wind in the forest blew gently, stimulating the spirit of Fu Yunge. He then came to his senses and began to carry out the work at hand.
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The next day, the two said goodbye to everyone in Yanglan and continued on the road that was urgent.
You had to take a boat outside Shuiguo. The two of them still remembered the direction in which Yu Zichai escaped last night, so they took a boat upstream early in the morning.
The boatmen here are all good sailors, and they move freely through the waves up and down like a barracuda. The color of the mist passed quickly on both sides of the boat canopy, and the reflections of the carp in the river were particularly eye-catching in the mist.
The two had breakfast in the boat. According to the boatman, yesterday's battle at Pianhuawu was already widely known. Jiuche Xiaoying's power in this area has collapsed, which is really a great thing for the people.
