At this time, the night was already deep, and the four of them drank without using their true power. The laughing monk and Li Wuxin were already drunk and fell asleep. Only Leng Yuxuan and Xiao Qiuhan were left, occasionally raising glasses and drinking together to the moon.
"Sometimes I actually envy them. They can drink happily without worries. Brother Li is obsessed with swordsmanship, and Brother Xiao is free from the mortal world. Compared with you and me, he has a lot less worries." Leng Yuxuan glanced at him and was already asleep. The smiling monk and Li Wuxin had a hint of sadness in their words.
"Back then, I had a woman I loved very much, but I could only watch her die in my arms. I also made a big fuss in the underworld, and even fought to the death with Hades. However, her three souls and seven souls had long since dissipated. In the six realms, even if the supreme master of the six realms takes action, it will be useless. My cultivation level is now close to the pinnacle of the mortal world. If I face a true immortal in the immortal world, I will not be afraid at all, but I can never change that moment back then. In fact, I would rather be like an ordinary person, living an ordinary life than men farming and women weaving."
"You love her very much. Some people and some things, once you miss it, you can never look back. Since she still has a soul left, maybe she should not die. I will definitely try my best to help you find the five-color sacred stone, so that She wakes up." Leng Yuxuan looked at Xiao Qiuhan with a trace of determination in his eyes. Maybe he didn't want his tragic past to happen again to this younger generation.
"Well, I know that I will never miss her again this time. Thank you, uncle, I love her very much. I will not let Feier become a regret in my life. I will definitely let her wake up."
"Tell me your story."
"I remember the first time I met Fei'er, it was on the bank of the West Lake in Hangzhou. It was early spring, the West Lake was sparkling, the broken bridge was covered with snow, and we played the piano and flute in harmony. I will never forget it in my life." There was a trace of tenderness and reminiscence in Xiao Qiuhan's eyes. It's as if bits and pieces of the past are right in front of you.
Memories of the past come flooding back. I vaguely remember that it was the early spring three years ago. By the West Lake, the white embankment was covered with snow, and the piano and flute were singing in harmony. I can't shake this feeling. We met for the first time in the broken bridge with residual snow, and we played the piano and flute to find a close friend. I first met Xihu Xianyin, and I miss her dearly in this life.
As winter passes and spring comes, everything revives, but the snow on the banks of the West Lake has not yet melted. Back then, Xiao Qiuhan was still a little green, and he traveled around the world with his master Yun Mengchen. Pay no attention to the injustice, see the wonders of the human world, and taste the various forms of the world. At this time, he has not yet understood the peak realm of swordsmanship with a sword in his heart, and his cultivation is not as deep as it is now. But among the younger generation in the human world at that time, there were few rivals.
Ten years ago, the world was the era of Leng Yuxuan and Yun Mengchen. The two were respected by the world as the Sword God and the Sword Immortal. There were also poems praising the world: "The two swords of the gods are proud of the human world. Yuxuan Mengchen is the top of the human world." Since Leng Yuxuan entered the Kunlun Fairyland, only Yun Mengchen has been respected in the huge human world. .
But among the so-called six realms of beings, gods and demons are at the top, and the human realm is at the bottom. Even the strength of the three realms of demon, underworld, and immortality is unmatched by the human realm. Therefore, this so-called top master in the human world is actually just a drop in the ocean when looking at the six realms.
Yun Mengchen traveled across the human world. Not only was he outstanding in swordsmanship, he was also good at playing the flute. His understanding of music theory was also unparalleled. Rumor has it that he entered martial arts from music, so his swordsmanship was ethereal and unrestrained. After he became famous, he was called the Sword Immortal by the world. Xiao Qiuhan has followed Yun Mengchen for more than seven or eight years. Over the years, he has not only inherited Yun Mengchen's unparalleled swordsmanship, but also inherited Yun Mengchen's mantle on the music path.
Yun Mengchen was also very satisfied with Xiao Qiuhan as his apprentice. Not only did he teach him all his skills, but he also gave him his favorite purple jade flute. Xiao Qiuhan also lived up to his expectations. His talents in swordsmanship and music made Yun Mengchen even more amazed. He had the potential to outperform others.
Today, the master and the apprentice came to the bank of West Lake in Hangzhou. Every Qingming Festival in early spring, Yun Mengchen would always come to the West Lake to pay homage to an old friend. He will never forget that they met at the West Lake, and what she loved most during her lifetime was the waves of the West Lake.
After she died in depression, Yun Mengchen buried her beside the West Lake. In this way, she can always look at the scenery of West Lake. He could not make her comfortable and happy while alive, but he hoped that after death, she could always laugh.
On the bank of the West Lake, there is a tombstone. Next to the tombstone, there are mountains of lavender. She loved lavender the most during her lifetime, and after her death, Yun Mengchen planted a sea of flowers for her. The sea of flowers is all over the mountains and fields, all composed of lavender, surrounding the tombstone. Being surrounded by lavender and accompanied by the beautiful scenery of the West Lake, I think the owner of the tombstone will be very happy.
The signature on the tombstone was engraved with the power of someone's supreme finger. The five words "Yun Mengxue's Tomb" were written on it, and the signature was written by Yun Mengchen.
"Axue, I'm here to see you." Yun Mengchen muttered to himself as he looked at the tombstone, with a trace of tears in his eyes. I saw him sitting next to the tombstone, caressing the tombstone, and kept telling something. Sometimes he laughed, sometimes he shed tears. At this time, who still knew that he was Yun Mengchen, the handsome swordsman of the world? People who didn't know thought he was just a helpless ordinary person.
When Xiao Qiuhan saw this, he also smiled helplessly. The master had always been high-spirited, but only when he saw this tombstone did he show such true feelings. He has been coming with his master to worship the people in the tomb for many years, but his master has never mentioned who is buried in the tomb. If the master didn't tell him, he would naturally not ask, so as not to bring up the sad past of the master. But presumably, Yun Mengxue in the tomb must have been Master's confidante during her lifetime.
At this time, it was inconvenient for him to disturb the master, so he left alone to enjoy the beautiful scenery of the West Lake. Although it is early spring, the snow has not completely melted yet. The West Lake is covered with snow, and the white embankment stretches across the snow-covered willows and frosted peaches. Not far from Baidi, there is a stone bridge. The white snow on the stone bridge shines brightly, and the gray-brown bridge surface forms a contrast. From a distance, it looks broken but not broken. This is what the world calls the broken bridge. Xiao Qiuhan stood at the head of the bridge and looked around. He had a panoramic view of distant mountains and near water. It was a beautiful sight in the world.
The broken bridge is covered with snow, like a silver ribbon, flying by the West Lake. However, the side of the broken bridge is full of cherry blossom trees. The cherry blossoms are in full bloom and decorated with snow. Looking at it, it looks like a silver ocean of cherry blossoms, which has a unique artistic conception. Xiao Qiuhan is wearing a white robe, with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, a jade flute on his waist, and a long sword in his hand. With the broken bridge and the cherry blossoms on the snowy lakeside, he looks like the handsome man in the poem and painting.
There are many people visiting the West Lake, and there are countless painted boats on the lake. I saw that the boat was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, the top was painted with yellow paint, and the boat pillars were carved with beams and phoenixes. When it got closer, I realized that even the colorful lanterns were decorated with lifelike characters. The talented men and beautiful women in the boat recited poems and composed poems, enjoying the magnificent scenery of the West Lake together, and felt so at ease.
