The last time Ye Xiaochuan saw Yuan Yang was seven or eight hours ago. At that time, he, Zhu Changshui and other Cangyun Sect disciples were hiding behind the crowd and letting go of their swords. Unexpectedly, in just a few hours, they would be separated forever.
In a small dilapidated earth house, there were seven or eight corpses covered with white cloth, and Yuanyang Zhen was one of them. The weather in the desert was too hot, and the corpses would get maggots and rot if they were left for another two days, so they would have to wait for a while.
Burn these corpses and take the ashes back.
Zhao Wuji, Chang Xiaoman, and Xiao Wu were all next to Yuan Yangzhen's body. Xiao Wu was helping Yuan Yangzhen tidy up his clothes, Chang Xiaoman was putting makeup on Yuanyang Zhen, and Zhao Wuji stood aside with a sad face.
Like an elm tree, it says nothing.
Yuanyang is really the youngest disciple of Taoist Chiyan. He is a bit naughty, but his popularity in Cangyun Sect is still good.
Zhao Wuji was the saddest at the moment. Yuanyang Zhen could almost be said to have been brought up by him. He was less than ten years old when he first entered the mountain. He taught him the Tao of Yin Yang, Qian Kun and the Universe all day long, taught him how to practice swords, and also taught him how to read and write. Now
Yuanyang was really dead, and even the seven-foot tall man couldn't help but shed tears.
When everyone saw Ye Xiaochuan coming in, they didn't say anything. Ye Xiaochuan didn't speak either. He slowly walked up to Yuan Yangzhen and looked at Yuan Yangzhen's somewhat red cheeks that had been painted with rouge by Chang Xiaoman. Ye Xiaochuan
His body shook a bit.
Zhao Wuji knew that Ye Xiaochuan had a very good relationship with his junior brother, and when Yuanyang Zhen's body would be cremated, he motioned for everyone to go out first and let Ye Xiaochuan see his junior brother off at the end.
After everyone walked out, Ye Xiaochuan took out a large jar of wine from the Qiankun bag, sat down next to Yuan Yangzhen, took a sip from the wine jar, and poured some on the sand next to Yuan Yangzhen.
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In his mind, images of growing up with Yuan Yang Zhen kept popping up. He had known Yuan Yang Zhen since he was very young. Among a group of dude brothers, only Yuan Yang Zhen was the same age as him. The two of them were wearing crotchless pants together.
grown up.
We fooled around together, cheated and kidnapped together, stole together, drank together, gambled together, and even molested female disciples together.
At the age of twenty-six, only twenty-six years old, a living life left him forever.
Outside the earthen house, Xiao Wu, the third disciple of Taoist Chiyan, said: "Senior brother, it's getting late. Let's send our junior brother on his way quickly. This is not Cangyun. The Demon Sect's monsters are nearby. If we fight again, it will be too late.
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Zhao Wuji said seriously: "Junior brother and Xiaochuan grew up together and are the best friends. Just wait a little longer."
The earthen house was exposed on all sides, with gaps everywhere. When everyone saw Ye Xiaochuan, he didn't say anything, he just sat next to Yuan Yangzhen and drank one mouthful at a time.
While drinking, Ye Xiaochuan suddenly burst into tears, his voice was sad and heartbreaking.
When everyone outside the house heard Ye Xiaochuan sobbing, they couldn't help but look inside. They saw Ye Xiaochuan holding a big wine jar in his arms with tears streaming down his face. He looked up to the sky and cried sadly. This was really sad and there was absolutely no fraud.
Zhu Changshui squatted outside the house holding his head, also bursting into tears.
He was the one who deserved to die, it was Yuan Yangzhen who pushed him away at the critical moment and blocked the incoming Ghost Head Sword.
Ye Xiaochuan's cry was very sad. The disciples of Cangyun Sect and other righteous sects who were passing by could not help but feel sad in their hearts when they heard his cry.
After crying for almost half an hour, Ye Xiaochuan wiped his tears and walked out of the house. It was already getting dark, and there were many Cangyun Sect disciples outside the house.
Seeing Ye Xiaochuan coming out, many people were in awe. They no longer looked at Cangyun Mouse with the same playful look as before.
Not many of the disciples of Zhengdao who died in battle were brought out. Cangyun Sect lost more than 400 people in battle, but only less than thirty corpses were brought out.
Cremation is different from ordinary people burning with dry firewood. Find a large flat stone slab and put the body on it. The body will be burned into a pile of white ash soon after being activated by the real fire of Samadhi. Then, the ashes are packed in a small jar and continue to be burned.
one person.
Ye Xiaochuan did not watch the scene where his good brother was reduced to ashes. He was drinking alone on the sand dunes outside Tucheng.
At first, he didn't have such a big hatred. No matter how many people died in Zhengdao, as long as he didn't kill his acquaintances, it would be fine. Now that his good brother is dead, he really hates Xuantian Sect. He thinks it is Xuantian Sect's Qiankunzi, so he
His good brother died in the desert. If this old guy didn't summon the righteous people to fight against the demon sect, nothing would happen.
This was the second time in so many years that he had suffered from grief and pain. The first time was when Situ Feng died ten years ago, and he could not recover for several days.
Although he is naughty, he is a person who attaches great importance to friendship. He is very afraid of death, but if it is for his friends, he will not care about his own life.
For example, he rescued Baili Yuan and went deep into the temple. For example, when he saw Yun Qiyou walking into the Zhulong Passage, he followed in even though he knew it was very dangerous.
One jar followed another, and soon there were several empty jars at his feet.
People with worries will always get drunk quickly after drinking. Ye Xiaochuan's alcohol consumption has skyrocketed in the past few years, but this is definitely not the time for him to drink. Soon his whole body starts to stagger.
Just as he was about to drink more, a white hand stretched out from beside him and snatched the wine jar away from him.
Yun Qiyou casually threw the half-jar of wine aside and said calmly: "You can't drink anymore."
Ye Xiaochuan's eyes were a little blurry. He sat on the yellow sand and looked at the beautiful fairy in white clothes in front of him. Under the moonlight, she was really beautiful, but Ye Xiaochuan didn't have any sympathy for her at the moment.
He said: "Go away, you don't have to worry about my affairs!"
Yun Qiyou did not walk away, but slowly sat next to Ye Xiaochuan, took out his water bag and stuffed it into Ye Xiaochuan, saying: "You have drunk a lot of wine since the afternoon, keep drinking.
It will hurt your body, drink some water to relieve yourself."
Ye Xiaochuan wanted to throw away the water bag, but suddenly felt that his mouth was really dry, so he opened the stopper and raised his head to drink.
Yun Qiyou said: "I know the pain in your heart."
Ye Xiaochuan curled his lips and said with a smile: "I'm not bitter, why should I be bitter? Yuanyang is really a scum, a scum. I'm not sad at all when a scum dies."
Yun Qiyou didn't speak, because she saw two tears slowly sliding down Ye Xiaochuan's smiling and flushed cheeks. The tears dripped down Ye Xiaochuan's chin and onto his clothes. At this time, Yun Qiyou
Only then did I realize that Ye Xiaochuan's shirt was already wet, whether from wine or tears.
Seeing Ye Xiaochuan's painful appearance, she felt extremely sad.
It seemed that for the first time in her life, she stretched out her hand and took this sad man into her arms.
She said softly: "Everything will be fine, believe me, everything will be fine. Situ Feng passed away ten years ago, didn't you survive it? When the sun rises tomorrow, all the worries will disappear, you
