Chapter 145: A generation of strange souls return to heaven
Du Sheng suddenly shed tears from his eyes, mixed with a trace of blood, but there was a smile at the corner of his mouth, and said: "Silly boy, my adoptive father has died, others can't see it, you are born with strange eyes, can't you see it?
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Linghu Heng had always refused to believe that Du Sheng, the divine fortune teller in his eyes, had lost all his vitality and was hanging on with only one breath left, as if he would pass away at any time. Linghu Heng was filled with sadness in his heart, but he pretended to smile.
Said: "No, foster father, you believe me, you will be fine!" After saying that, Linghu Heng opened his special pupils, and a strong red light shone on the fortune teller Du Sheng.
This is the special effect of Linghu Heng's natural eyes! But although Du Sheng felt a warm current wrapping around him, his vitality still did not recover at all, but continued to flow away as before. Du Sheng sighed and said: "Don't waste your energy.
, Heng'er, your adoptive father is about to leave. You have to live well by yourself, not only for yourself, but also for your parents, and your adoptive father. No matter what, you have to live!"
Linghu Heng choked and said: "Father..."
The divine fortune teller Du Sheng's face turned red, he grabbed Linghu Heng's hand tightly and said, "Promise to your adoptive father!"
Linghu Heng nodded quickly and said: "Heng'er promised his adoptive father..."
The divine fortune teller Du Sheng then slowly showed a smile and murmured: "Taoist, I have already joined the gull when I was born, so I can ride on the clouds and control my energy. Why should I be a little bit troubled? I can't think of a boat that is lost in the current. I will teach you how to hit three thousand people with water."
Inside, there is smoke floating on the twelfth floor. Pines roar into the night with blue waves, and the mountains are green waves floating in the sky. At first, it was not Confucius who set his mind, and he was like a Liang monk who crossed the reed plan. In Lufu, poles were inserted into the empty wood,
Wuyi stopped to stand on the rock head. They competed like Taiyi Zhenren leaves, and went to swing Xumi in the autumn. In the past, the grandson of heaven lost his chance stone, and I suspected that Bowang was a morning glory. But there was no change in the world, and the family was filled with worries.
He is playing a holeless flute, and only makes straight needle hooks to people. Now the water of nature contains the lonely moon, and I will leave the Zen River to retrence. The deceased has never returned, who can ask the Marquis of Yang for me..." The voice
It gradually becomes weaker and eventually becomes inaudible.
The sky finally got dark, night was approaching soon, twilight was rising, the afterglow of the setting sun could no longer reach the earth, and finally put away the last slanting light. A strange man, the fortune teller, faced the blue sky, lying in the haystack, with a smile on his face
, silent and motionless. For a long time, the hand that he held tightly to Linghu Heng fell weakly into the haystack. It has been a long time.
Linghu Heng screamed in pain, like a wolf howling or an owl's cry, which frightened the tired birds returning to their nests around them and fluttered their wings and flew away elsewhere. Linghu Heng fell on Du Sheng, the fortune teller, and was already sobbing so hard that he couldn't stop crying.
Voice changes...
Linglong, who had already walked far away, heard Linghu Heng's miserable cry and knew that Du Sheng had returned to the west on a crane. She felt melancholy in her heart. She turned around with a small bottle of water, only to see that Linghu Heng had passed out.
Linglong was so frightened that the porcelain vase fell to the ground. Fortunately, it was an immortal treasure that blessed the formation inside, so it didn't accidentally fall. Linglong helped Linghu Heng up and pinched the others. She didn't know how long it took before Linghu Heng turned around slowly.
He woke up and said in a hoarse voice: "Let me go, I want to see my adoptive father!"
Linglong originally held Linghu Heng in her arms, with the grandeur on her chest rubbing against Linghu Heng. But Linghu Heng's heart seemed to have died now. How could he still think of any charming thoughts? After breaking away from Linglong's arms, he stumbled.
He picked up the body of the fortune teller Du Sheng and walked toward the setting sun with shallow steps. In his memory, he will never forget that in the direction of the setting sun, there was his and his adoptive father's home...
Linglong knew that Linghu Heng was feeling sad now, so she didn't dare to persuade him. She just followed Linghu Heng silently, looking at his desolate back, feeling a burst of unknown sadness in her heart.
The two sad people walked step by step for who knows how long before they arrived at the border of Liangzhou Prefecture. Linghu Heng, who had not eaten or drank for three days, could no longer hold on and fell down with a "bang" sound.
On the ground, no one is awake.
Linglong quickly picked up Linghu Heng and poured some hot soup she bought not long ago into his mouth. After a long time, Linghu Heng woke up, but stubbornly picked up Du Sheng's body and walked forward step by step.
Linglong gritted her silver teeth tightly, with tears in her beautiful eyes, but she had to let Linghu Heng go forward because she knew that the death of the divine fortune teller Du Sheng was a huge blow to Linghu Heng. But how did she understand Linghu Heng?
Heng's mood? The divine fortune teller Du Sheng can be said to be Linghu Heng's only relative in this world. Now that his only relative has passed away, how do you ask Linghu Heng to deal with himself? The only way is to escape, keep escaping!
After walking like this for another day, everyone around him looked at Linghu Heng like a fool, but Linghu Heng didn't care at all and continued to walk forward in his own way. Finally, under a desolate mountain range, two or three people
Linghu Heng stopped in front of a simple wooden house, because this is where he lived from birth to the age of five, and where he lived with Du Sheng...
After seeing the destination, Linghu Heng became excited and said, "Father, have you seen it? We are going home!" After that, he was so excited that he couldn't lift it up in one breath and passed out...
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Linglong hurriedly ran up, took out the soup that was warmed by her body temperature and poured it into Linghu Heng's mouth, not caring that the soup spilled on her clothes. Linghu Heng fell asleep and did not wake up until night.
As soon as he woke up, Linghu Heng rushed to pick up Du Sheng's body and burst into tears. At that time, Du Sheng's body had been four or five days old. If it had been a hot day, it would have been rotten. Fortunately, it was already winter.
, the weather is cold, so the body can be preserved longer. But even so, Du Sheng's body has been severely dehydrated, shriveled up, and no longer looks like a human being. Linglong advised: "Master Linghu, please forgive me! Your foster father's spirit is in heaven.
I don’t want you to be like this either.”
Linghu Heng stared at her blankly, where was there any trace of his former charm? Linglong knew that this was such a blow to him that he couldn't bear it at all. Linglong continued: "Your adoptive father has already passed away..."
Linghu Heng suddenly roared: "You are talking nonsense! My adoptive father will never leave me!" Then he fell to the ground and murmured: "You are talking nonsense, you are talking nonsense, you are talking nonsense..." But he also knew that,
Du Sheng is really immortal...
Linglong was stunned by his roar, and immediately knew that Linghu Heng was suffering from pain in his heart but could not vent it, which was why he was like this. After realizing this, he said softly: "If I don't let my foster father be buried in peace, I'm afraid
He will also be uneasy underground..."
Hot tears suddenly rolled out of Linghu Heng's eyes, and he hugged Linglong's graceful figure and began to cry bitterly. Like a kind mother, Linglong caressed Linghu Heng's head, feeling a surge of emotion in her heart.
Melancholy. She could only meet Du Sheng once, but she could understand the feelings between Du Sheng and Linghu Heng. She felt desolate when she thought that she didn't even have a foster father, but Xiao Li, the only one who raised her, indulged his son to ruin her.
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After crying for a long time, Linghu Heng cheered up, dug a big hole with the "Wufeng" sword, and put Du Sheng's body in it, but he still couldn't bear to spill the soil next to it. Because he knew that this handful of soil would
If it were sprinkled, he would really not be able to see his adoptive father. Thinking of Du Sheng's voice and smile in the past, Linghu Heng felt extremely sad and felt like he was about to die.
Linghu Heng looked at Du Sheng unblinkingly, and knelt beside the pit. For a long time, he still refused to spread the soil on Du Sheng. At this moment, Linglong had already cut a piece of bluestone into a stone tablet, but he had not yet
Inscription. Linghu Heng glanced at her and said, "Thank you so much, Miss Linglong..." He cried for five days, and his tears had already dried up. His voice was hoarse, and the sonorous words were extremely unpleasant to hear.
Linglong brought the stone tablet and said quietly: "Master Linghu, please forgive me and accept the change. There is no resurrection after death, and your adoptive father doesn't want you to go on like this..."
Linghu Heng thought of Du Sheng's last words and felt sad. He nodded and said, "I understand. Thank you, Miss Linglong..."
Seeing that he was still a girl, Linglong knew that he still had no place for her in her heart. She felt depressed, but she forced a smile and said: "The food will be ready soon. Remember to come over to eat..." After that, Linglong didn't want Linghu to
Heng saw the tears that were about to fall, turned around and ran away...
Linghu Heng glanced at Du Sheng blankly for the last time, and finally with a cruel heart, he pushed out with both palms, pushing the surrounding soil into the pit, covering Du Sheng's body. Then with a loud roar, he jumped up,
He erected a stone tablet weighing a hundred kilograms next to the pit, pulled out the "Wufeng" fairy sword, waved the fairy sword "swish, swish, swish", and carved a dozen words with ease and ease. When he looked carefully, it was "Godly Father"
The tomb of his son Du Sheng", and below there is a line of small words "Unfilial son Linghu Hengli"...
After Linghu Heng finished carving the words, he seemed to have exhausted all his strength, fell to the ground, and cried bitterly...
Linglong was in the wooden house, looking through the window at Linghu Heng who was lying on the ground crying, and felt pity in her heart. She felt sad when she thought about her life experience...
Not long after, Qi Taiyi came to Gongsun Wei's study. Gongsun Wei looked at Qi Taiyi solemnly. Although Qi Taiyi had reached the stage of becoming a god, he felt uneasy in front of Gongsun Wei and sweat appeared on his forehead.
Gongsun Wei looked at Qi Taiyi for a long time and then said: "Protector Qi, please take your disciples to the Ancient Sword Sect. I believe you are a smart person and already understand the specific situation."
Qi Taiyi naturally knew what Gongsun Wei was thinking and did not dare to neglect, saying: "I obey my orders!" (To be continued)