"I stand in this world to dance for you, and then I will dance in the sky for you." Murong Feng stopped and recited the two sentences on the stone wall softly, speaking slowly and in a calm tone. At this moment, the corners of his eyes were already a little moist, forcing him to
He closed his eyes, shook his head, and sighed unintentionally, but it contained infinite regret and deep yearning.
Seeing this, Luo Feng walked forward and gently put a slender hand on Murong Feng's shoulder. He patted her and didn't say anything. He just stood next to her silently. Perhaps, the warmth on his palm could...
Warm the wounded heart.
Luofeng saw tears lingering in the corners of Murong Feng's eyes, and felt very sad. After all, it was because of his impulsiveness that he missed the best moment to escape. He would never be able to escape this responsibility for his sister-in-law's death. Thinking of this
Here, at the beginning, the gentle and beautiful smile of the sister-in-law and the humorous words of the second brother kept breaking my heart, and I actually felt a little dry in the corners of my eyes.
"I didn't. Your brother is fine. There is no resurrection. The past is in the past. Why should you care?"
Murong Feng suppressed her emotions and smiled, but that smile suddenly made Murong Feng's already weathered face look dozens of years older.
People cannot be resurrected after death. Since it has passed, why should we care? However, we can say that we don’t need to care in our mouths, but in our hearts, can we really not care?
Murong Feng put his hands behind his back and looked at the two poems on the stone wall. He stayed still for a long time, letting the fallen leaves fall on him and letting the breeze blow his long hair...
Luofeng retreated quietly. According to his usual habit, every time he and his eldest brother come here, the eldest brother will stay in front of the stone wall for one night.
In the sky, the falling blood-colored maple leaves cover up the ink-colored sadness, making it feel desolate and desolate.
It's night, in the dark sky, there is a bright moon like a jade plate hanging, and the bright moonlight illuminates the whole world. At this moment, in the maple forest, because of the two holy emperors and kings, Luo Feng and Murong Feng.
With the arrival of the strong man, a steady stream of spiritual energy from heaven and earth emanated from the two of them. Although the purity of the spiritual energy could not be compared with that of the heaven, it could be considered as abundant spiritual energy in this secular world.
Today, it is late autumn. Due to the attraction of spiritual energy, the fireflies that should have disappeared long ago have come out of their holes again, dotting the long night sky. The entire maple forest is like midsummer, with countless elves singing and dancing in the sky, coupled with the moonlight
Against the pale red of the maple leaves, all things in the world are vividly represented. The gorgeous night scene of fireflies and red maples literally decorates this maple forest into a fairyland.
But at this moment, under the maple forest, a lovesickness that spans thousands of years is unfolding... a love that spans life and death...
"I am ignorant and do not know the things of my youth, until the fireflies dance and fall asleep, the iris flowers bloom, and I am left alone, leaving only infatuated hearts and tears..."
"Xue'er, I came to see you again. I wonder how you are doing in another world..."
Murong Feng looked at the fireflies in the sky, with tears in his eyes. He gently touched the stone tablet with his hands, as if touching a lover he had not seen for many years. It was so peaceful, so quiet, and so natural.
"Xue'er, I miss you so much..."
"Do you miss me?..."
Murong Feng pursed her dry lips, but the small dimples on her cheeks were inadvertently revealed under the moonlight, as if a young man with a happy day was thinking hard about his secret lover in front of flowers and under the moonlight. I remember that in the past, Xueer always
I especially like to see myself smiling, because when I smile, these two dimples, printed on my usually calm face, always look extra delicate and make people laugh.
Thinking of this, Murong Feng's dull face inadvertently showed a hint of laughter, because he knew that Xue'er liked to see him smile.
At this moment, the pair of sword eyebrows on his forehead were not as sharp as usual, but were stretched out flatly. The eyes that were originally vicissitudes of life were now full of tenderness and dependence. How could Murong Feng look like him at this moment?
The first-generation Heavenly Lord, Saint Qingfeng, is simply a newborn child who needs his mother to give him a warm embrace.
For three thousand years, Murong Feng has endured all the pressures. He needs to constantly cultivate and improve himself, deal with the outside world, deal with complicated interpersonal relationships, and deal with the ever-changing political and military affairs. Each of these things makes him mentally exhausted, and he stays up all night.
Sleepless, deep in my heart, there is still the lover who can never be forgotten, and the regret that can never be let go.
Murong Feng is so tired. Now, he can reach the level of Heavenly Lord. It is not easy for him to reach such a high position. This high position that cultivators dream of is not easy. Perhaps if time could be turned back, Murong Feng would rather give up such a high position than lose it.
My own Xueer and second brother...
Today I ascend the throne as the emperor, and I will rule the world without you... I am also lonely... I would like to exchange half of my country for you to never give up in this world...
But now, even if I spend all my money, can I get it?
Murong Feng's eyes, which had been staring at the stone tablet for a long time, finally closed slightly at this moment. The scene of the battle three thousand years ago gradually appeared in front of his eyes, and Xueer's words before his death slowly echoed in his ears.
"Don't hesitate all your life because of me... Remember there was once... Xue'er... There was once Xue'er... who loved you... With you by your side, Xue'er... I am content... If there is an afterlife,
Xue'er... I'm willing to fly in the sky for you again..."
"I will dance in the sky for Junqing again... Xue'er... don't worry, I have been waiting for three thousand years. Even if I wait another three thousand years or thirty thousand years, I am willing! I will dance in the sky for Junqing again. This wish,
It will definitely come true..."
Murong Feng had tears in his eyes and was crying in his heart. At this moment, absolutely no one could understand how he could endure these three thousand years of unforgettable affection and three thousand years of deep lovesickness every day.
Once upon a time, when I touched the corner of my eyes, the warm current felt painful...
Now, over the fingertips, the passing scarlet words are sad...
Time passed by quietly, and it was late autumn. Unknowingly, it was already early in the morning, and a chill quietly swept through the forest. A slowly forming light mist shrouded the entire maple forest in haze. The sky to the east,
It's already a little bright, the fireflies have already left one after another, and the full moon hanging in the sky is gradually fading away from its graceful figure. The whole world is hazy, everything is silent, there is only silence, only silence...
As the sun rises, a clear ray of light shines through the maple forest, bringing a glimmer of life to this silent world. Murong Feng slowly opened his sleepy eyes, and suddenly found that the ground around him was wet, but he did not know that it was due to dew.
Wet, or wet with tears.
Murong Feng gently touched the boulder he was leaning on, stood up slowly, bowed deeply to it, then stared at it for a while, and finally turned his reluctant gaze to Luo Feng opposite him.
Luofeng fell into meditation under a maple tree nearby. Murong Feng did not disturb him. He just jumped up and arrived in front of a small slope. This is the tomb of his second brother, although there is only one monument...
If you look closely, you will see that there are some life stories of the second brother written on it, some of the second brother’s favorite jokes, and the sentence: Brothers for life, brothers for life! These were also written by Murong Feng himself, and now I can read them.
Looking at the tombstone that was already covered with moss, time passed by in a hurry, and before I knew it, it was another five years.
Murong Feng leaned down and wiped off the dust on the stone monument with his own hands, pulled out the weeds under the monument, and penetrated with another magic power to remove the specks of moss. Then he stared blankly at the stone monument and fell into deep thought.
After a long time, he finally said: "Second brother, you should take good care of yourself when you are away from home. Find a wife as soon as possible. We are still waiting to drink your wedding wine. Haha, third brother and I are both very good. Now we are all married."
The pinnacle of the world exists, and the revenge between you and Xueer has been avenged long ago. You can live a good life with peace of mind and spend more time with your sister-in-law. She is very indecisive, haha~"
At that time, a breeze blew between heaven and earth, and several leaves of several huge maple trees in front of the second brother's tomb were also blown off.
"Second brother? I know you are watching, and I know you are still there. Just wait and wait. One day, I will definitely bring you back from that world!!"
Murong Feng stood laughing wildly. He was really happy at this moment. Although he understood that there would be no chance of reincarnation if the soul was destroyed, otherwise it would not be easy for him to get to Jiuqu Netherworld with his methods, but he was still very happy. Maybe,
This is a kind of sustenance.
On the other side, Luo Feng, who had fallen into trance, had long been awakened by Murong Feng's actions. Now that he heard his elder brother's uninhibited lies, he closed his eyes tightly. After all, he was walking in the ruthless way of swordsmanship. If he only touched his heart because of his feelings, then
He will never reach a higher realm and will remain at the level of the Holy Emperor for the rest of his life.
Since you have chosen the ruthless path, you must learn to be a ruthless person. Since you have chosen the path of cultivating immortality and becoming a saint, you must stick to it. Otherwise, how can you be worthy of yourself, your eldest brother, and your dead second brother and sister-in-law?
!
Murong Feng slowly stood up, turned around, and saw in the distance, Luofeng's eyes were closed tightly, and his face was bitter. The golden sunlight was shining in the maple forest, shining through the little maple leaves, and shining on Luofeng's white face, forming a shadow.
There are small light spots one after another, and the skin in the light areas is fair and rosy, which is in sharp contrast with the dark shadows.
Murong Feng laughed, jumped up, and arrived in front of Luofeng with a whoosh. Luofeng also felt a "murderous aura" coming towards him. He suddenly opened his eyes, only to see his elder brother staring at him with a confused look on his face.
Seeing it for myself, I suddenly got goosebumps all over my body, and then I heard a lewd cry: "Oh my, third brother, you are white again, you are indeed the number one pretty girl in the world, hehe."
Luo Feng's face was covered with black lines. The emotions he was still struggling with just now were instantly eliminated by his eldest brother's words. What's also strange is that, for some reason, since he went to heaven, his eldest brother has always liked to use his "little pretty face"
"Speaking of things, sometimes I can't help but take a mirror and take a picture, but I am not that white... This is a bit confusing...
Finally, our big brother Luo Feng couldn't help but yelled: "You're the one who's a pretty boy, your whole family is a pretty boy!!" Luo Feng flicked his sleeves, activated his cultivation, and stood up from the ground like a zombie.
He glanced at Murong Feng coldly, and secretly made a middle finger gesture.
Murong Feng laughed heartily on one side, while on the other side, he continued to wink, with the same lewd look on his face.
To be honest, I really have to admire Luo Feng. If anyone in the court dared to talk to Tianzun like this and add the gesture of raising the middle finger, they would probably have been on the God-Slaying Platform and their souls would have been destroyed...