radicalducati Chapter 118
Chapter 118
The pig emperor carried the headless corpse of the man and disappeared into the depths of the wind and snow.
The martial artist of the Outer Refining Peak Fourth Grade Realm is a rare tonic for any rising being.
Cang Xue withdrew his gaze, took a shovel from the wooden cart, and walked into the pine forest, that is, the ancestral tomb of Xu Lianzhi, the prefect of Qixia.
The pine trees are evergreen, while the fresh snow is white.
Even though he had been mentally prepared, Cang Xue was still numb by the shock.
What caught the girl’s eyes was a densely packed slight bulging grave that stretched endlessly.
It’s like a crowd.
Cang Xue slightly estimated, as little as 3,780, and as much as more than 4,000.
These poor children did not even have a tombstone engraved with their names and dates of death.
They, they, huddled in the depths of the silent loess.
No one knows them, no one cares about them, and the living are called ‘dead’ for them and for them.
It’s like this snowfall. If you look closely at the snow, you will be surprised to see that snow is not the same as snow.
Like more than 4,000 children under the loess.
When they are alive, children are not the same. Some are lively, some are well-behaved, some are shy, and some are intelligent.
After death, the children are called ‘dead’, ‘corpses’, ‘bones’.
Such as…… Snowflakes fall in the snow and the water disappears into the water.
Disappeared without a trace.
Cang Xue came to a grave and shoveled the soil with a shovel.
About two quarters of an hour later.
The snow was covered with loess, and a cypress coffin appeared in the burial pit.
With a bang, the long sword was unsheathed.
Cang Xue inserted the red-blooded blade as thin as a cicada’s wing into the gap and pried out several coffin nails about three inches long.
Immediately, the lid of the coffin was lifted.
Inside the coffin was a little girl about six or seven years old.
The small body was stiff as iron, the small face was blue-gray, and two cold, empty big eyes looked at the snow.
The inner wall of the coffin lid, every part of the coffin, is covered with nail scratching marks.
Inside the shocking marks, there was crimson blood, torn flesh, and even broken nails.
At the age of six or seven, he was sealed in a coffin and buried alive, and it was impossible to imagine how desperate and frightened such a young child should be before he died.
Every child is afraid of the dark~
Cang Xue suddenly wants to give the little girl a gift.
But what is good to send?”
“Just send the first snow of the eleventh year of Voling.” Cang
Xue grabbed a handful of fresh snow and stuffed it into the girl’s little hand.
Then leaned down and kissed the girl’s forehead gently.
It’s like kissing yourself eight years ago.
……
It took another quarter of an hour to bury the coffin with loess.
Cang Xue carried a shovel and came to the ancestral grave of the Xu family.
More than 4,000 children are like stars, guarding the Xu family’s ancestral tomb.
The girl’s peach blossom eyes, quietly staring at the third son of Xu Lianzhi, the prefect of Qixia, Xu Qingyin’s tombstone.
Half an hour later.
The girl was in front, and the old man pulled a black coffin in the back.
One person and one horse join the official road from the path.
After more than a hundred years of walking, the majestic silhouette of the city wall of Qixia Fu was hidden in the wind and snow.
Cang Xue’s footsteps suddenly froze.
In the forest more than ten steps away, an old man dressed in a purple-gold Daoist robe and carrying a sword suddenly walked out.
The old man’s vicissitudes of eyes crossed the snow and looked behind the girl.
“Two, Lang Lang Qiankun, why hide and hide~” The
footsteps came from far and near.
The white-clothed and white-haired snow maiden and the pig emperor who ate half of her forearm walked behind Cang Xue and protected the girl in front of her.
“Oh, it turned out to be two beasts~” The
old man smiled slightly.
“Can you observe his cultivation realm?”
asked Xueniang.
“Click~”
The pig emperor took a bite fiercely, and the blood and bones chewed into his throat.
The tone was indifferent: “A thousand years later, I have several southern candles behind.”
“Little grit, not as good as me.” ”
Snow Maiden:”…”
The
old man pointed in the direction of Qixia Mansion, “You hurry up and enter the city, many people are waiting.”
“As for you two snakes. The
old man looked at Xueniang and then at the pig emperor, “Just stay here and talk with my old man.” The
old man inadvertently emitted qi, causing the cold wind around his body to stir into a snow tornado.
Between the collisions of countless snowflakes, there was a sound of clashing gold and iron.
Cang Xue’s two lacquer pupils couldn’t help but shrink.
……
The twenty-second of the month.
Qixia Mansion, Jade Toad Street Teahouse.
There are many figures, but there is no noise.
Swordsman, swordsman.
Teenagers, girls, men, and old people all looked at the snow falling from the sky outside the teahouse, and they were stunned.
The twenty-third day of the Ming Er lunar month is a small year in traditional customs.
As soon as the little year passes, the Chinese New Year’s Eve is not far away.
“I have been going down the mountain for more than three months, and I hope to return with fresh pork with new clothes and fresh pork before the Chinese New Year’s Eve New Year’s Festival.
“Since taking Chang Geng as an apprentice, I have never been separated from him for so long.
The old man Gu Shucheng said with a kind eyebrow: “I can even imagine Chinese New Year’s Eve day.”
Chang Geng stood in front of the Taoist Temple as always, with big watery eyes, staring at the road down the mountain.
“I will come out of the depths of the wind and snow when Chang Gung is most lost.
Chang Gung would rush into my arms as always, crying and laughing. The
old man made a hug motion.
“No matter how much sin or suffering you suffer outside.
“The moment you hold Chang Gung, all the suffering will disappear.
The swordsman Qin Feng whispered, “I also hope to rush home before the Chinese New Year’s Eve Festival.”
“I think at that time, the door of the courtyard at home had already been pasted with a festive door god and spring coupling.
“I’ll grin like a child and give my family Xiuning a bear hug.” The
swordsman was startled.
The old man: “The first day of junior high school, go back to Qingyang Guan with grandpa, you and me, and Chang Geng, the three of us have a good meal of dumplings.” Man
: “The first day of junior high school, go home with your eldest brother, your sister-in-law’s cooking skills, this dead old man is not worthy of carrying shoes.” ”
The eldest brother is worried about Qingyang Guan’s dumplings, and this old man’s feet are a taste.
Chuyi shook his head: “Thank you Grandpa Shu and Brother Qin for their kindness, I also want to go home.”
The old man: “Chuyi, you don’t have a home, and the woman who can make dumplings for you is dead.”
Chuyi: “It doesn’t matter if I eat dumplings or not, I want to see the woman who makes dumplings for me.” ”
The atmosphere was a bit sad.
The man hurriedly changed the topic and said, “Chuyi, do you know that young girl cultivated to the realm?” Chuyi
replied: “That Wei Guo Wuge, called Zhang Kang, told me that it should most likely be the Outer Refining Fifth Grade Realm. The
old man asked: “What about you? Six or five products~
” Chuyi: “Five products.”
After a pause, he added: “Five-rank sword cultivation.” ”
Man:” Seventeen or eighteen-year-old five-rank sword cultivator, it’s hard to imagine how powerful your master is~
” Chuyi: “Sixteen, sixteen years old.” The
man was stunned.
The old man smacked his tongue.
Chuyi: “Grandpa Gu, Brother Qin, when we leave, I will invite you to a big meal.”
“When the wine is slightly drunk, the first day of the first year will be to listen to the story of the master.
The old man smiled, “The story of Tianren is absolutely wonderful.” The
man’s eyes brightened, “I can’t wait.” ”
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PS: I confess, I am guilty, I cannot resist temptation, I am not human.