Long Xiaoshan's throat was a little sore. Looking at Xia Houwei who was crying like rain, he didn't know how to comfort her.
He walked behind Xia Houwei and put a hand on her shoulder.
Xia Houwei raised his head, and in his blurred tearful eyes, he seemed to see that familiar figure standing in front of him, smiling at her.
"Brother Xiang." Xia Houwei suddenly hugged Long Xiaoshan's waist.
Long Xiaoshan was stunned for a moment, but he soon understood that Xia Houwei must have mistaken him for Long Xiang out of sadness. Xia Houwei had mistakenly identified him before in the palace.
Are he and Long Xiang really similar?
He didn't say anything and patted Xia Houwei's back gently.
After a long time, Xia Houwei finally calmed down.
"Thank you." Xia Houwei wiped the tears from her eyes. In fact, she knew subconsciously that she had recognized the wrong person, but she was willing to have it even if it was an illusory dream.
It was time to wake up from the dream, and she was very grateful that Long Xiaoshan did not expose her, making her really feel as if she and Long Xiang had met again.
"This is my honor." Long Xiaoshan said calmly.
Xia Houwei stared at Long Xiaoshan's young and handsome face with gentle eyes: "You are really similar to him, not only in appearance, temperament, and personality, but also the same pride and excellence, and the two of you are the same.
They all took first place in Qianlong Battle.
Do you know? When you entered Jing'an just now, you were exactly the same as when Brother Xiang came in, so pleasing to women..."
Xia Houwei stretched out a hand, put it on Long Xiaoshan's face, and caressed it gently. Then, she turned around and opened the grave bag with one palm.
"Princess." Long Xiaoshan was a little surprised.
Xia Houwei used magic power to brush away the dust. Under the tomb, there was no one, only a box.
The place where his bones are buried is just a tomb built because I miss him. Now all this has passed. This is what Brother Xiang left behind, and I will give it to you."
"Give it to me?" Long Xiaoshan said in shock, "I'm afraid this is inappropriate."
Strictly speaking, he and Xia Houwei only met twice, and this was the only time they really got to know each other.
Xia Houwei shook his head: "If Brother Xiang were here, he would also agree to give these things to you instead of giving them to Long Yin. Although Yin'er is my son, you are a more suitable person. Take it. If one day,
These things can help you rise to the top, and that will make me feel that Brother Xiang is still alive."
"Okay, then I'll be more respectful than obey." Long Xiaoshan took the box.
A smile appeared on Xia Houwei's face. It was the first time Long Xiaoshan saw her smile. It was beautiful.
Xia Houwei turned around, stuffed the tombstone into the soil, buried it completely, and filled up the land. She stood silently for a moment and said softly: "Brother Xiang, goodbye."
Xia Houwei left the bamboo forest.
We walked all the way back to an ancient lobby in Jing'an.
In the lobby, there was an old master's wife, sitting quietly on a futon, like a sculpture.
Xia Houwei knelt down in front of her and put her head on the ground: "Master, I request you to be tonsured."
The master did not speak, but a voice sounded out of thin air.
"Jingchen, have you made your decision?"
"Yes, my disciple has settled his thoughts and has no worries anymore."
After a moment of silence, the voice said faintly: "Shan."
Xia Houwei got up and sat on the futon.
She took off her hairpin, and her three thousand black hair fell down.
Master Tai opened her eyes. Her skin was already old and full of wrinkles, but her eyes seemed to penetrate the world, as clear and transparent as a baby's.
The master stood up and walked to Xia Houwei.
Put his hand on the top of her head.
A hollow voice sounded...
Because the three fruits of concentration are unknown,
The floating shadow of prosperity has become empty.
Falling into the mortal dream for no reason,
Get rid of three thousand troubles,
Cut off three thousand worries.
Feel free and carefree.
Occasionally, the dust and mist rises from the rosette,
The leaves in front of Changsao nunnery are like ripples.
…
The teacher's hand gently stroked her, and with every word she spoke, Xia Houwei's black hair fell down. As soon as the words fell, all of Xia Houwei's hair was shaved off.
Long Xiaoshan looked at all this and was shocked in his heart.
No wonder Xia Houwei leveled Long Xiang's grave, took out the things in his grave, and gave them to herself. It turned out that she wanted to completely forget everything in the past and escape into Buddhism.
After shaving.
Xia Houwei stood up, turned around, and saluted Long Xiaoshan: "Donor Long, please go down the mountain."
"princess."
Xia Houwei clasped her hands together, her eyes calm: "Amitabha, from now on there will be no princess in this world, only Jingchen."
Long Xiaoshan had mixed feelings in his heart.
Although I feel that such an outcome would be quite sad for Xia Houwei, perhaps letting go is the best outcome.
He silently bowed to Xia Houwei, turned around and left Jing'an.
Long Xiaoshan returned to the palace.
He exhaled.
Xia Houwei's situation reminded him of the group of women he had on earth.
When he left the earth, he said he would return within a year no matter where he found Xiaofu. Now, it has been a year since he left the earth, but he has broken the promise.
The spaceship was lost and there was no news about Xiao Fu.
Now, he can't find his way back to Earth.
If time passes, those women will also think that they are dead, and will there be accidents on the earth? By then, the outcome of his women may not be any better than Xia Houwei.
It's not his style to sit back and wait for death, he must find a way.
No matter whether he can find a way back to Earth or not, he will try hard. Now he has some capital and is no longer the weakling who was bullied at will.
Long Xiaoshan got rid of those distracting thoughts and took out the box Xia Houwei gave him.
He laid out a formation.
Then, slowly open the box.
There were several jade slips in the box, as well as a broken spear with blood stains on it.
Although the spear has been broken, it still emits powerful magic waves.
"Could it be Long Xiang's natal magic weapon?"
Long Xiaoshan wanted to imitate Long Yin, and he was very familiar with everything about Long Xiang. He knew that Long Xiang also used guns, and Long Yin inherited him.
He picked up a jade slip and penetrated it with his spiritual consciousness.
Wow.
A large amount of spear art information appeared in the mind, Nirvana Spear Art.
Long Xiang's self-created marksmanship trick has three levels in total. The name of the gun is Nirvana, which means rebirth from the ashes. It means that in battle, after falling into a desperate situation, the power of each level of marksmanship becomes stronger than the last level. It continues to achieve Nirvana and exerts a strength far beyond its own.
, this is also the spear skill that Long Xiang relied on to become famous in the empire.
Long Xiaoshan picked up the second jade slip, which recorded Long Xiang's improved "Nine Heavens Dragon Jue". He pointed out in the jade slip that there were several flaws in "Nine Heavens Dragon Jue" that could easily cause problems.
Suddenly, Long Xiaoshan's eyes shrank, revealing a sharp edge.
What are the flaws of "Nine Heavenly Dragon Secrets"?
He felt the technique he was practicing, and his face suddenly darkened.
