There is a stone table in the bamboo house. There is a man sitting next to the stone table. The man has his back to everyone, his black hair is flying, and he is wearing a blue brocade robe. The brocade robe is very retro in style, with a vertical collar and exquisite embroidery on it.
The pattern and the cuffs are even decorated with peach-colored petals, adding a touch of elegance and peace to this cool blue outfit.
Almost as soon as she saw the man's blue clothes and the sad face of the high priest, Rong Xiyue knew that the man must be Rong Chimo.
Perhaps, they are her ancestors.
However, at this time, the man's figure was gradually fading, his blue robe gradually turned into light blue, and even the stone bench he was sitting on began to fade, as if, when the wind blew,
Just scattered.
The high priest stood at the door, under the peach blossom tree, and the pink petals fell on her white clothes. She looked extremely beautiful. She looked at the man inside who seemed to be about to disappear at any time, but she bit her lower lip and did not dare to move forward.
Walk.
Rong Xiyue looked at the man intently, thought for a moment, and asked everyone to wait for her where she was. And she took out the soul-absorbing bag that guarded countless souls from the space ring and moved towards the blue-clothed man.
The man walked away.
When Qingliu heard the noise, he turned to look at Rong Xiyue, and turned his head again. However, when Rong Xiyue walked to the door and intended to go inside, he stretched out his hand to stop her, but remained silent.
However, the repeatedly changing demeanor and gloomy look when she was wearing the black robe was gone. At this time, she was just a girl who was strongly in love with her sweetheart.
Rong Xiyue fell here and saw a person lying in the vegetable garden.
The strong and upright General Gu was lying on the ground, his lips were discolored, and his originally wheat-colored skin was now pale. It was unclear whether he was unconscious or dead.
Rong Xiyue took out the soul-absorbing bag and waved it in front of Qingliu. Her dull eyes were bright for a moment, but they were extinguished in an instant, and she glanced at Rong Xiyue coldly.
There was no hope in those eyes, and they were all gloomy, just like the gloom after all the previous efforts have been wasted, and the whole life has been subverted.
"If you don't die, he won't live."
Rong Xiyue only wanted to know what this ancestor who was exactly the same as her had to do with her. If her father also came to the Pagoda Gate back then, he must have known about the existence of this man. Did his father also know some secrets?
Did he get an opportunity and escape?
Before I even entered, I heard a dry, waveless voice ringing softly in my ears.
She had been obsessed with him for so many years, and finally at this moment, she couldn't bear it and collapsed. It was his choice to give up. He didn't know how many times it was, but he gave away the soul-absorbing bags. Then,
This means that rebirth is like a dream, and tens of millions of years of persistence will immediately come to naught. In this world, except for herself, the high priest who is proficient in witchcraft and Gu, and Princess Qingliu, this is the outcome.
It turns into bubbles and dissipates between heaven and earth.
But now, it is impossible for Rong Xiyue to die, so the man cannot survive, not to mention that he himself gave up the chance of resurrection.
At this point, Qingliu felt heavy in her heart. She could never stop what he decided.
Is there anything in the world that is more tear-jerking than deep love?
Rong Xiyue looked at the high priest,
Princess Qingliu from thousands of years ago looked at the man in blue who was gradually becoming transparent with an expressionless expression, and couldn't help but feel a little moved.
Who would have thought that they, who were fighting each other just now, would now be standing peacefully in front of the man's bamboo house.
Even though Rong Xiyue was already on guard in her heart, she didn't want to be the first to break this tranquility and sadness.
She raised her head and looked at the man in blue again. However, at this moment, the man in blue with his back to them suddenly turned his head, his face was gentle and elegant, as if after years of training, his
There is no cold, arrogant and noble face in the fantasy scene. He has a faint smile and is dressed in blue robe. He is really a handsome young man.
After he got up, he looked at Rong Xiyue with a kind smile.
For so many years, his soul has been sitting on that stone bench, as if he would never forgive her for her mistakes back then. His back was always turned to her, and he never turned around to look at her.
The high priest took a breath and looked at Brother Chi Mo who suddenly stood up and turned to look in their direction.
After so many years, he finally no longer turned his back to her, although it was not because of himself that he turned around.
Rong Xiyue watched the man in blue robes, who was getting lighter and lighter, walking towards her. His brows and eyes were so warm that they could be watered. For some reason, there was a firmness in his phoenix eyes that were very similar to Rong Xiyue's.
He looked at Rong Xiyue as if he were looking at his most proud descendant. The light of his inspection was full of affection. He had something to say, but he couldn't say it because he was in a soul body.
The man felt a little unhappy.
However, he completely ignored the woman in white next to Rong Xiyue, and the calm look on Qingliu's face was finally broken.
"Brother Chi Mo, Qing Liu is wrong. I was wrong. Brother Chi Mo, look at me. Qing Liu is wrong. Qing Liu doesn't ask for forgiveness for what happened back then. I just ask that Brother Chi Mo can look at me again.
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The high priest's voice was full of sorrow, and he wanted to cry, but found that his tears had dried up, and the dry voice seemed to come from deep in his throat.
The man still didn't look at her, but looked at Rong Xiyue carefully, as if he wanted to remember it in his heart.
"Brother Chi Mo!"
The high priest's hand was holding on to the door, and his nails were broken, but she seemed not to notice it, and her white hair was flying in the wind, as if she was possessed by a demon.
The man's figure also became lighter and lighter, almost transparent.
At this time, he glanced at the high priest, his eyes moved slightly, and perhaps, the almost transparent face was also a little moved.
Then, he sighed. Although they couldn't hear the sound, Rong Xiyue and the high priest could clearly see the man sighing.
The high priest couldn't bear it anymore, and the tears he had held back for many years burst into tears, and the heart-rending sound resounded throughout this place like a hazy white mist.
Before she could finish crying and say anything, the man in blue looked at Rong Xiyue as if relieved. His warm smile moved people's faces. The next second, the almost transparent figure transformed into
A ball of white light flashed into the soul-absorbing bag he had given her before.
Intolerant of rejection and unresponsive.
By the time the high priest reacted, Rong Chi Mo had already gotten into the soul-sucking bag.
"No---!"
She let out a scream and was about to snatch the soul-absorbing bag from Rong Xiyue's hand.
However, as soon as her fingertips touched the bag, it was violently thrown away.
It seems to be a man's silent struggle.
The high priest lay on the ground, covering his face and crying,
"Brother Chi Mo, I shouldn't have done that thing back then. If, if I hadn't done it, I wouldn't be what I am today, and I wouldn't let your Rong family, Rong family..."
Before she finished speaking, she continued to cry and cry, as if she was crazy.
Rong family?
"What did you do? What happened to the Rong family?"
Rong Xiyue held the brocade bag tightly in her hand. She didn't know whether it was a psychological effect or it was real. After Rong Chimo's soul entered the brocade bag, the feeling of holding the brocade bag in her hand became warm.
The high priest saw that the soul-absorbing bag in Rong Xiyue's hand had ejected him. After being stunned for a moment, he slowly gathered his body on the ground and locked it in a white ball.
When the dream of obsession is shattered, there will be endless sadness. After the sadness, it will be death.
"What did you do? What did the Rong family do..." As if she could predict what the high priest was about to do, Rong Xiyue stepped forward and paused in the middle of her words.
I saw the high priest, after slowly gathering up his body, starting to burn from the soles of his feet. Black flames, like the color of voodoo, quickly enveloped her whole body in the firelight.
When white hair comes into contact with fire, it instantly turns to gray.
Rong Xiyue watched helplessly as the high priest spontaneously ignited and turned into ashes and smoke, disappearing into the air, leaving nothing behind.
She always thought she would have a big fight with the high priest in the end, but little did she know that the fierce battle scene was not as intense as she imagined, but it was a shock to her soul.
Rong Chimo chose to get into the soul-sucking bag and gave up the chance of rebirth that Qingliu had prepared for him for countless years.
When Rong Chimo gave up completely, Qingliu chose to spontaneously combust, completely disappearing into the world.
When the high priest's ashes were blown away by the last gust of wind,
Everything in front of them suddenly changed. The bamboo house, the two peach trees, and the misty landscapes all disappeared. What came into view was a passage that was neither wide nor narrow. They were standing in the passage at this time.
central.
It's as if it has been here from the beginning.
"Your Excellency Yuerong, where is this? We..."
There was a hint of crying in Baili Ziyu's voice. He saw the high priest spontaneously burning in front of them. Is it possible that the high priest could still do good and domineering after death? Could it be that he had not finished walking here just now?
There was a moment of silence among everyone, and the next second, the two little ginseng dolls were the first to speak. They jumped up from the cabinet and circled around everyone happily, very happy.
"I thought I had been in the Pagoda Gate since I was born, cluck, cluck, the Pagoda Gate collapsed like this!" "Collapsed!"
Two little ginsengs are jumping around.
Rong Xiyue frowned, and there was some dissatisfaction in her eyes because the high priest wanted to die, but he didn't answer his words before he died.
Qingliu obviously lived in the era of the ancestor of the Rong family. What did she do and what would happen to the Rong family?
She shook her head and ignored it for the time being. The ancestor was so far away from her, and the Rong family was taken care of by her grandfather, brother, and uncles, so she didn't need to worry about it herself.