The cool breeze brought about another autumn.
The scenery on the Green Phoenix Peak was still the same. The dense forest was still filled with chirping birds and cicadas, full of vitality. However, the pine trees in front of the wooden house had become a foot thicker. The cracks on the bark were mottled, recording the vicissitudes of the past hundred years.
An old man stood by the cliff with his hands behind his back. His white hair was as white as snow, but his figure was still as tall and handsome as ever. A bunch of golden silk was hanging from his waist, fluttering gently in the breeze.
He had been standing there for an unknown period of time. With the mountain breeze blowing on his face and the clouds rolling in the sky, he looked at the horizon. A group of white cranes flew past, as if they had become one with the world.
Behind him," Meng Li " stood leisurely, staring at the person by the cliff. All of a sudden, her body swayed and turned into countless white fireflies that scattered in all directions.
The sound of light footsteps slowly approached. His heart trembled slightly, but he did not turn around.
"…You're here."
Liu Mengli's skirt fluttered, and she was as beautiful as ever. She said softly,""Ziying…How have you been all these years?”
"…It doesn't matter if it's good or bad. Life is just a big dream. Only the Heavenly Dao is eternal, repeating itself and never changing…"
Ziying smiled indifferently. He didn't know how much joy, bitterness, desolation, and relief were contained in these plain but profound words.
You…They've been waiting for you for a long time. They must have a lot to talk about. I'll go back to the Sword Tomb first…" He sighed softly and looked into the distance."Xiao Kui, let's go."
A purple shadow floated over from afar. The demonic sword flew to the edge of the cliff. He took a step forward and stood on the sword. With a sudden sound, he shot into the clouds and disappeared into the distance. From the beginning to the end, he didn't even look back.
Meng Li watched him fly away in a daze. She turned around and walked towards the two graves in front of the wooden house.
The Wangshu Sword was stabbed into the ground next to a dusty tomb. The two colorful butterflies flew around the sword as if they were playing. When they saw Meng Li walking over, they quickly flew to the side, still circling together, inseparable.
Beside the sword stood a stone tablet, on which were clearly carved seven words:
The tomb of my beloved wife, Han Lingsha
The words carved on the stone tablet were slightly crooked, and the strokes were a little simple. However, each stroke was extremely heavy. Below the last stroke of the " Tomb " word, a red mark flowed down like a bloody mark.
The other tomb was right next to it, but there was nothing in front of it. Its existence seemed to be for companionship.
Meng Li walked to Lingsha's grave and squatted down slowly. She gently stroked the Wangshu Sword. Tears fell from her eyes, dripping onto the sword and then onto the soil in front of the grave.
Suddenly, a cheerful babbling sound came from the tree in front of her. Meng Li raised her head and saw Courage flying in front of her happily, spinning in the air, smiling and nodding at her. She didn't say anything and just looked at it lovingly, her eyes full of envy.
How could this little thing understand human emotions? How could he understand the pain in her heart?
But wasn't not understanding itself the greatest happiness?
Suddenly, the door opened behind her. She wiped her tears and turned around slowly.
Yun Tianhe closed his eyes and pushed the door open. He walked in front of Meng Li and suddenly sniffed, sensing the fragrance in the air that no one else had. A smile appeared on his face, facing her, he was still.
Liu Mengli looked at the man whom she had missed for countless years. Her eyes were blurry, but she couldn't help but smile.
The sorrow of the world and the vast passage of time seemed to flash past in this smile.
I'm so proud that I don't know how to worry. I'm willing to go to the twelfth floor of Yujing.
He waved his sword to break the clouds to welcome the falling stars, raised his wine and sang loudly to attract the phoenix to swim.
A thousand years of emptiness is nothing but a dream, a period of sincere love is not willing to rest.
Waking up from a dream to see the drizzle in the world, the mountains and rivers are still as gentle as before.
The pair of butterflies flew in front of Meng Li for a long time, then suddenly circled around each other and flew away. Courage cried out in joy and flapped his wings, chasing after the butterflies.
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