Long Xiaoshan's throat was a little sore. Looking at Xiahou Wei who was crying like rain, he didn't know how to comfort her.
He walked behind Xiahou Wei and stretched out a hand on her shoulder.
Xiahou Wei raised her head, and in her blurry tears, she seemed to see the familiar figure standing in front of him and smiling at her.
"Brother Xiang." Xiahou Wei suddenly hugged Long Xiaoshan's waist.
Long Xiaoshan was stunned, but he immediately realized that Xiahou Wei should have been sad and treated him as Long Xiang. Xiahou Wei had also mistakenly recognized him in the royal palace.
Is he really similar to Long Xiang?
He didn't say anything, but gently patted Xiahou Wei on the back.
After a long time, Xiahou Wei finally calmed down.
"Thank you." Xiahou Wei wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes. In fact, she subconsciously knew that she had recognized the wrong person, but even if it was an illusory dream, she was willing to do it once.
Now that Meng is about to wake up, she is very grateful to Long Xiaoshan for not exposing her, making her really feel as if she had met Long Xiang again.
"This is my honor." Long Xiaoshan said calmly.
Xiahou Wei stared at Long Xiaoshan's young and handsome face with gentle eyes: "You really look like him, not only in terms of appearance, temperament, and personality, they are as proud as Yiya, but also outstanding as you two
They all won the first place in the Battle of Qianlong.
Do you know? You just entered Jing'an, exactly the same as Brother Xiang came in back then, so pleased women..."
Xiahou Wei stretched out a hand, placed it on Long Xiaoshan's face, gently stroked it, and then she turned around and slashed the grave with her palm.
"Princess." Long Xiaoshan was a little surprised.
Xiahou Wei used his magic power to brush away the dust. There was no one under the grave, only one box. Xiahou Wei picked up the black man and said, "Brother Xiang fell in the forbidden area, and his corpse was gone, so this is not
His bone-burying land is just because I miss him, a Zuka built. Now all this has passed. This is something that Brother Xiang left behind. I will give it to you."
"Give it to me?" Long Xiaoshan said in surprise: "I'm afraid this is inappropriate."
Strictly speaking, he and Xiahou Wei only met twice, and this time they really met.
Xiahou Wei shook her head: "If Brother Xiang is here, he will agree to give you these things instead of Long Yin. Although Yin'er is my son, you are a more suitable person. Take it. If it is one day,
These things can help you get straight up, and that will make me feel that Brother Xiang is still alive."
"Okay, then I'd rather obey my destiny than respect." Long Xiaoshan took the box.
Xiahou Wei smiled on her face. It was the first time Long Xiaoshan saw her smiling. It was very beautiful.
Xiahou Wei turned around, stuffed the tombstone into the soil, buried it completely, and filled the land. She stood silently for a moment and said softly: "Brother Xiang, goodbye."
Xiahou Wei left the bamboo forest.
I walked back to an ancient lobby in Jing'an.
In the lobby, there was an old master sitting quietly on a futon, like a sculpture.
Xiahou Wei knelt down in front of her and put her head on the ground: "Master, my disciple requested a slaughter."
The master did not speak, but a voice rang out of thin air.
"Jingchen, have you made a decision?"
"Yes, the disciple has already had all his worries and no longer has any worries."
After a moment of silence, the voice said quietly: "Good."
Xiahou Wei got up and sat on the cushion.
She untied her hairpin and three thousand black hairs fell.
The master opened his eyes. Her skin was already old and covered with wrinkles, but her eyes seemed to penetrate the world, clear and transparent, as bright as a baby.
The master stood up and walked to Xiahou Wei.
He reached out and placed his hand on top of her head.
An empty voice sounded...
Because the three fruits of concentration are unknown,
The prosperity and shadow are ashamed of emptiness.
Falling into the world dream for no reason,
But three thousand worries,
Cut out all three thousand worries.
You will be free without any worries.
I occasionally brush the dust at the rose seat and the mist rises.
Ye Ruoyi in front of Changsai's temple.
...
The master's hand gently stroked, and every sound sounded, Xiahou Wei's black hair slid down. After the words fell, Xiahou Wei's hair had been cut off.
Long Xiaoshan was shocked when he saw everything in front of him.
No wonder Xiahou Wei flattened Long Xiang's tomb, took out the things from his tomb, and gave them to herself. It turned out that she wanted to completely forget everything she had in the past and escape into a monk.
After the ordaining.
Xiahou Wei stood up, turned around, and bowed to Long Xiaoshan: "Donor Long, go down the mountain."
"princess."
Xiahou Wei clasped her hands together and her eyes were calm: "Amitabha, from now on, there will be no princess in this world, only Jingchen."
Long Xiaoshan's heart was mixed with all kinds of feelings.
Although I feel that such a result is a pity for Xiahou Wei, perhaps letting go is the best result.
He silently bowed to Xiahou Wei, turned around and left Jing'an.
Long Xiaoshan returned to the palace.
He let out a breath.
Xiahou Wei's situation reminded him of the group of women he was on earth.
When he left the earth, he said that he would definitely go back no matter if he found Xiaofu within a year. Now, he has been out for a year, but he has broken the appointment.
The spacecraft was lost, and Xiaofu had no news.
Now, he can't find his way back to Earth.
If it took a long time, would those women think they were dead? Will there be any accidents on Earth? At that time, his woman may not be much better than Xiahou Wei.
It is not his style to sit and wait for death, he must find a way.
No matter whether he can find a way back to the earth or not, he has to try hard. Now he has some capital and is no longer the weak man who was bullied casually.
Long Xiaoshan removed those distracting thoughts and took out the box that Xiahou Wei gave him.
He set up a formation.
Then, slowly open the box.
There were a few jade slips in the box, and a broken spear, stained with blood.
Although the spear has been cut off, it still emits powerful magic weapon fluctuations.
"Is it Long Xiang's natal magic weapon?"
Long Xiaoshan wanted to imitate Long Yin and was very familiar with everything about Long Xiang. He knew that Long Xiang also used a gun, and Long Yin inherited him.
He picked up a jade slip and stabbed it in his spiritual sense.
Crash.
A large amount of gun technique information appears in the divine mind, Nirvana spear technique.
Long Xiang's own gun technique has three levels, the gun name is Nirvana, which means rebirth in the ashes. It means that during the battle, after falling into a desperate situation, the gun technique is more powerful than the other, and continues to rebirth, exerting its strength far beyond one.
, This is also the gun skill that Long Xiang relied on for his fame in the empire.
Long Xiaoshan picked up the second jade slip, which recorded the "Nine Heavens True Dragon Skills" improved by Long Xiang. In the jade slip, he proposed that there are several flaws in the "Nine Heavens True Dragon Skills" and it is easy to cause problems.
Suddenly, Long Xiaoshan's eyes shrank and a sharp light appeared.
The flaws of "Nine Heavens True Dragon Art"?
He felt the technique he had practiced, and his face suddenly darkened.