Phoenix Mountain in Kyoto, in front of Xia Baiyou’s grave.
The lonely little dirt bag is overgrown with weeds and has no tombstone.
Every September and December, Lingxi will take time to come and pay homage.
One is the death anniversary of Xia Baiyou, and the other is the day when she became a direct disciple of Kunlun.
Since joining Kyoto five years ago, no matter how busy she is, Lingxi has never missed these two important days.
Every time I come here, I bring two grapefruits.
It was what Master Baiyou meant, and it was what Master Xinglan specifically told me.
At this moment, she was squatting in front of the grave holding burning incense and whispering something.
Not far away, Pei Chuan was weeding with gentle movements.
Tang Jingyue's eyes were moist and her face looked dazed.
She remembered, always remembered, that on this day many years ago, she had a little junior sister.
The master led her up the mountain and introduced her to the senior brothers and sisters above.
She saluted each and every one of them, and she was cute and sweet.
She was obviously the little princess of the Xia family in Kyoto who was well-dressed and well-fed, but she put herself down and endured the hardship, serving tea and water for them on Kunlun Mountain.
Well, this bad idea came from Junior Brother Xinglan.
It is said that whoever joins the school last will be responsible for doing odd jobs for three years.
Because of this, Xia Baiyou, who grew up in fine clothes and fine food, worked as a "menial disciple" in Kunlun for three years.
While practicing, I also "saddle the front and the back" for these senior brothers and sisters.
To be precise, Su Xinglan was the only one who bullied Xia Baiyou from beginning to end.
Starting from the senior brother Ji Xuanqing, to the second senior brother Du Qirui, and then to Tang Jingyue, no one was willing to bully the kind-hearted little junior sister.
Only Su Xinglan, who was so wilt and bad, ordered Xia Baiyou to do this and that all day long.
Make the bed, dry the quilt, brush the shoes, and make tea.
It was promised for three years, but I don’t know when it became a habit.
She took care of his daily life in every possible way.
Uncharacteristically, he obeyed her words.
Perhaps it was the fateful connection that bound the two of them tightly together.
He likes her.
She likes him too.
Without Qu Changan's plan ten years ago, how could this pair of golden boys and girls, who should have been so happy, end up separated from each other forever?
Tang Jingyue was filled with resentment and hated God for being unfair.
But she knew that there was no fairness in this world.
Under the way of heaven, no one can escape the fate of death.
It's nothing more than morning and evening.
"Go back, it seems like it's going to rain."
After the incense burned out, Lingxi slowly stood up.
Right in front of the tomb, Qu Changan's body was poured with copper water by Su Xinglan, and he will always kneel in front of Xia Baiyou's grave.
That crazy man, whose mind was controlled by his inner demon, forgot his past and everyone.
Just remember to bring the culprit's body back from Miao territory, just to give your beloved woman a complete explanation.
"Boom."
Winter thunder rolled under the dark clouds, and six figures appeared one after another on the mountain path.
Dao Huo'er, who was sitting on the rock peeling candy, focused his eyes and said calmly: "The Taoist."
Tang Jingyue said nervously: "How many people are there?"
The little girl's cultivation of the seventeenth level of martial arts immediately exploded, and she stood in front of Lingxi at an extremely fast speed and said: "Six old immortals."
"Boom."
A dull sound came at the foot of the mountain, and the Phoenix Mountains shook.
Before Lingxi could ask questions, a dark, dark wood crutch fell from the sky.
At the same time, Blind Tong arrived.
The remaining five people followed closely behind, their breaths cold.
