The rain keeps falling, washing the world, and the wind keeps blowing, sweeping the world.
After the rain and wind, Taoyuan seemed to have returned to peace. The Shura Cave was restored by Xun Kuang, Xun Ge, and Zhongqiu and Zuo Zhan who arrived later. The Seven Star Pavilion was restored to its original position, and the damaged houses and tiles were restored everywhere. Also being patched.
Everything is going on in an orderly manner, but everyone knows very well that this is far from over.
That night, too many things were lost in Taoyuan. The memory of the Pure Heart of the Medical Sect was stolen, the god snake disappeared inexplicably, the administrator of the Seven Star Pavilion, the Jade Immortal, died, and the Kaitian Baojian with unknown function was lost.
All of this was too heavy, and Xun Kuang was a little breathless. After twelve years of comfort, it turned out that Taoyuan was still a very fragile place.
On the night of the fateful calamity, what was supposed to happen finally happened. Jiudao, Jingmen, and Zhufeng pursued Jin Chan with all their strength. Unexpectedly, they encountered hundreds of huge monsters when they reached the border between the Yan Kingdom and the Rong people in the north. Black Centipede, the three of them fought against the centipede swarm all day and night, but the Golden Toad had already disappeared.
Everyone returned in defeat, their bodies covered in blood and their expressions full of exhaustion.
Liu Yun returned to the boxing sect at noon. When he came back, he was holding a round braid in his hand. His expression was very lonely. No one knew what he had gone through, and Liu Yun didn't remember much. In his mind, he only remembered one sentence, which was the last sentence Ruoshui said to him before leaving.
"Next time we meet, don't show mercy."
Xun Kuang was sitting alone in the Confucian Hall, and his eyes had already recovered. He was sitting in a square inch, observing the Taoyuan Pure Land that stretched for hundreds of miles. Suddenly he felt that this huge pure land seemed to be only in a square inch. That’s all.
A gust of wind blew through the hall, making Xun Kuang feel a little cold, and outside the Confucian Hall, suddenly a demonic wind sprang up. The wind blew across the pure land and went straight to Tao'an.
Tao'an has always been the most harmonious and peaceful among the three areas of Taoyuan. When talking about Tao'an, you have to mention Tao'an Hotel, and when talking about Tao'an Hotel, you have to mention Changfu.
Changfu, who is this person? If you ask such a question in Tao'an, you will definitely be laughed at. After laughing, those simple Tao'an villagers will tell you with a smile, Mr. Chang, he is the village chief of our Tao'an and also the Tao'an Hotel. The old shopkeeper.
If you ask this question in the Pure Land, you will definitely be despised. After the contempt, those polite Confucian disciples will slowly tell you that Master Changfu was once the chief enchantment master of my Pure Land. His attainments in formations are the best in the world. Even the barrier outside our pure land was set up by him and the masters of the Yuling Palace. You don't know about such great achievements?
If you ask this question in Taoshan, the woodcutter hunters in Taoshan will cover your mouth and whisper to you:
"Shh! Don't disturb my hunting. Go west to Tao'an and you will know."
Now, it is dinner time. There are still as many guests in Tao'an Hotel as before. The villagers of Tao'an do not seem to be affected by what happened last night. They are still eating and drinking. The long-term comfort has cultivated their happy-go-lucky lifestyle. No matter how chaotic the world is, it has nothing to do with me. When I am alive, I should enjoy myself in the moment.
Changfu was lying on the rocking chair in the room on the second floor, listening to the noise downstairs. His hearing was always very good. He liked to hide in this small room and listen to the warmth and warmth of the passers-by, and then watch with cold eyes.
At this moment, he was shaking the cattail leaf fan in his left hand and holding the teapot in his right hand, looking very relaxed and at ease.
Light smoke drifted from the incense burner nearby and brushed against his old face. Changfu's face was very distinctive. He had a mustache for many years, his cheeks were thin, his eyes were very small, and he had bags under his eyes. It's very heavy, and at first glance, it looks very wretched.
But such an old man with an extremely wretched appearance has two stunning daughters.
Changjun Tao and Chang Xiantao have been stunningly beautiful since they were born, and they have become even more highly regarded when they grow up.
But now, only one of the two daughters is left. Changfu took a sip of bitter tea and looked at the ceiling with half-squinted eyes. His eyes were originally very small, but now they looked even smaller with half-squinted eyes. If you don't look carefully, it looks more like it's closed.
There was only a slit left in his eyes gradually, and he seemed to be asleep.
He seemed to be dead.
In fact, there is no difference between an eagle having its wings removed and a tiger having its claws removed, and being dead.
He was really about to fall asleep, and some pictures began to appear in his mind. He was about to have nightmares again.
"squeak--"
The door was slowly pushed open.
"You are finally here. If you don't come, I will fall asleep."
Changfu's voice was sharp and unclear.
"Can you sleep?"
The voice was like a loud bell, but it was a little sloppy. It was obvious that the speaker was very tired. Such a voice could only come from one person in Taoyuan, and that person was Xun Kuang, the owner of Jingdi Village.
"If you have been sleeping for a long time, you will naturally get used to it."
Changfu squinted at the tall, tall but very old enemy in front of him, his expression suddenly became very sad, and he murmured:
"she……"
After all, he still didn't say anything. Changfu closed his eyes and his expression was twisted, looking very painful.
Xun Kuang sighed and said:
"This is exactly why I came to you today. Come with me to bury her tonight."
After hearing this, Changfu's eyes suddenly widened. He looked at Xun Kuang in front of him in disbelief and said in shock:
"You, let me go?"
Xun Kuang closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly opened his eyes again. His eyes glanced at Changfu's old and wretched face, full of sadness.
"We are both too old, and I can no longer hate you. Now I just want to know, have you ever regretted your behavior back then?"
Changfu didn't even think about this question. He sat up instantly and said immediately:
"Regret, I have regretted it all the time in the past twelve years. I have not had a good night's sleep in these twelve years, but if I had to choose again, I would still do it.
I'm different from you, I can give up anything for her, including principles. "
When Changfu said this, his eyes were filled with light, and the light seemed to make him energetic.
Xun Kuang looked at him, clenching his fists tighter and tighter. If Yuxian hadn't left, he would have punched the old man in front of him on the face.
But every word Changfu said was like countless sharp knives, piercing Xun Kuang's heart one by one. It hurt.
Why can't I give up my principles for her?
"Tonight, come to the back mountain to see her one last time."
The back mountain is the most desolate among the many peaks in Rushan. The mountain is overgrown with grass and jagged rocks. At night, it is very eerie and strange.
There had never been anyone on this mountain, but I don't know when a tomb appeared on the mountain. This tomb was discovered by chance, and the person's bones were eventually buried here.
Time passed by in a hurry, and the back mountain gradually became the customary cemetery in Taoyuan.
Changfu stood in front of a grave, his hands clasped behind his back and his figure a little stooped.
There is no difference between this tomb and other tombs. He does not know the owner of this tomb. He just watches quietly, waits quietly, and then quietly thinks about his life. Thinking of the high-spirited Xun Kuang back then, and of her who was the most beautiful among the seven kingdoms, the night got darker and cooler, and before I knew it, it was midnight.
Xun Kuang appeared in front of Changfu. He looked at Changfu, his black and white hair, his wrinkled face, and his rickety figure, and said:
"You're on time."
Changfu didn't speak. In fact, he had been standing here for three full hours.
There were four people standing behind Xun Kuang. The four people were all dressed up. It was obvious at a glance that they were Xun Kuang's secret guards. There was a coffin between the four people. It was obvious that they had carried it here.
The coffin has no characteristics, and it doesn't need to have any characteristics. Things like coffins are just decorations. After a person dies, no matter how many decorations there are, what's the use?
Xun Kuang said to the four secret guards:
"You go ahead and let us be alone for a while."
The four of them bowed their hands and left quickly.
Changfu approached the coffin and pushed open the coffin board impatiently. The coffin was empty except for a white fox lying in the middle. This was not unusual. What was strange was that the fox actually had nine tails.
The fox was already dead. Changfu looked at the dead fox and suddenly cried. The cry was sharp, miserable, and extremely sad, as if all hope had been wiped out, and there would be no chance of rebirth.
When Xun Kuang heard this, his heart was about to be torn into pieces.
For a long time, Changfu cried all his tears, choked with sobs, and said word by word:
"She is still so beautiful..."
She was still so beautiful, but I couldn't hold on.
