Six Ways of Fumo

Chapter 1288 Sword Tomb
Ji Xiaoxiao was surprised and delighted, and moved in her heart, and said:
"According to the mind, there will be energy transmitted. This... is probably the same as the fire phoenix giving you the power of fairy spirits to help you maintain your heart veins, right?"

"I didn't expect this, could it be... I also have such abilities?" Ding Ermiao was in a daze.

As he spoke, he had already arrived at the hidden exit.

Ding Ermiao first took the guzheng and went out to check it out, then turned back and pulled Ji Xiaoxiao up.

The sun was bright outside, shining warmly on me, and it was mid-afternoon.Ding Ermiao looked around at the green mountains, feeling as if he was in another world.

"Er Miao, let's go back?" Ji Xiaoxiao took Ding Er Miao's hand.

"No hurry, wait..." Ding Ermiao looked around, pointed to a depression surrounded by peaks, and said, "This is a good place. It can be a tomb for my sword."

"Sword Tomb?" Ji Xiaoxiao was silent for a moment and said, "It's time to build a tomb for Guo Zhanbi, but it's a pity that there is nothing here to worship."

Ding Ermiao nodded and said: "It doesn't matter, Xiaoxiao, just call Wan Shugao and ask them to bring some wine. Everything else is waived."

Ji Xiaoxiao agreed, quickly took out the phone and dialed Li Qingdong.

Li Qingdong and Wu Zhanzhan were overjoyed to learn that Ding Ermiao had been released from quarantine.As soon as I heard that wine was going to be delivered, I was naturally stunned again.Later, Ji Xiaoxiao briefly talked about how thousands of people were cut into pieces, and Li Qingdong couldn't help but be speechless for a while.

After hanging up the phone, Ji Xiaoxiao and Ding Ermiao walked side by side to the depression ahead.

This depression is relatively low-lying and is not considered a geomantic treasure, but there are still conditions for hiding wind and gathering energy.Moreover, it is very quiet here and there are no tourists, which is more suitable for the coolness of Guozhanbi.

Ding Ermiao put down the guzheng, put down his backpack and umbrella, and then stood silently for a long time, without saying a word, neither happy nor sad on his face.

"Er Miao, what are you thinking about?" Ji Xiaoxiao asked softly.

"I'm thinking about setting up a tomb for myself here to accompany Guo Zhanbi... and Nanmen brothers. They all died for me, and I can't let them stay here alone." Ding Ermiao said.

Ji Xiaoxiao was startled and said: "Er Miao, don't think too hard, think of me!"

She thought Ding Ermiao was going to commit suicide, so she was naturally surprised.

"No..., what I mean is to make a tomb for myself here. After a hundred years, the ashes will be placed here." Ding Ermiao smiled faintly and said: "I am a member of the Taoist sect. After my death, I will be buried in Maoshan can be regarded as the fallen leaves returning to their roots.”

"But, isn't this too unlucky? Are you still so young?" Ji Xiaoxiao frowned.

"It's not unlucky to buy a coffin for a hundred years old." Ding Ermiao didn't care, and said: "It was the same with the royal children in the past. Once they landed, they would confirm the cemetery. I am a grassroots person, and I have no taboos. "

"Okay, if that's the case, then this tomb belongs to both of us, and it counts as mine." Ji Xiaoxiao said.

Ding Ermiao smiled and said, "Of course."

After experiencing so much life and death, separation and joy, Ding Ermiao naturally understood Ji Xiaoxiao's thoughts.

Ji Xiaoxiao then turned from worry to happiness, holding Ding Ermiao's hand and standing side by side.

In the middle of the afternoon, Wan Shugao, Wu Zhanzhan and Li Qingdong rushed over together.At this time, Ding Ermiao had used the corpse whip to make three holes in the concave ground.

The three pits stand side by side, regardless of priority.

Without much greeting, Li Qingdong pointed to the hole in the ground and asked, "Uncle, what are you doing?"

"Bury Ten Thousand People Zhan and Nanmen Wuhuang, as well as myself." Ding Ermiao explained his plan.

Wu Zhanzhan and Li Qingdong looked at each other without stopping.

Ding Ermiao opened his backpack, took out the jade fan pendant given to him by Nanmen Wuyan, wrapped it in clean talisman paper, and placed it in the pit on the left.Then, he chopped the broken ten thousand pieces into pieces and put them into the pit on the right.

After thinking about it, Ding Ermiao put the umbrella in again.

Although this umbrella has the function of sheltering from the wind and rain, its more purpose is to cover up the killing of thousands of people, and it is used as a scabbard.After all, it is a modern society, running around with a sword on your back is too ostentatious.Although it is awkward to carry an umbrella with you, it is better than carrying a sword directly.

But now that the sword is gone, what do you need the scabbard for?
After putting away the sword and fan pendant, Ding Ermiao turned around and asked Wan Shugao for a self-defense dagger. Then he cut off a strand of hair from his forehead, took off a shirt, and threw them into the pit in the middle. .

Ji Xiaoxiao also learned from Ding Ermiao and followed suit.But what Ji Xiaoxiao threw in was a handkerchief and a strand of blue silk.

Ding Ermiao nodded, suddenly swung the corpse whip, and used the whip rope to collect the surrounding broken soil, and piled it up to look like three tombs, but there were no tombstones.

"Xiaoxiao, please let Guo Zhanbi and Nanmen be safe and play a piece of guzheng." Ding Ermiao stood in silence for a long time and said.

Ji Xiaoxiao opened the piano case, set up the guzheng with Wan Shugao's help, sat on the floor, and asked, "What is good to play?"

"Three instruments of high mountains and flowing water, and a bottle of Qingfeng Mingyue wine. ... Just high mountains and flowing water." Ding Ermiao said.

"Okay." Ji Xiaoxiao took a deep breath, composed herself, waved her hands and played the piano.

Amidst the tinkling sound of the piano, Ding Ermiao took the liquor from Wan Shugao's hand and toasted three times in front of the three tombs.

Then Ding Ermiao also sat next to Ji Xiaoxiao, pouring and drinking in front of the three tombs.

Wu Zhanzhan, Li Qingdong and others stood aside and looked at Ding Ermiao silently.

The setting sun in the western sky looks like blood, and there are dots of jackdaws in the distance...

The music was melodious and his thoughts were long. Ding Ermiao couldn't help but feel dazed when he thought of his acquaintance with Nanmen Wuwu and Guo Zhanbi.

Nanmen Wuyan and himself met unexpectedly, and gradually became irreversible.Who would have thought that he would be in a state of despair at the gate of hell?

I thought that if I was reborn with a sword attached to the wall, I would be able to last forever and be with thousands of people forever, but unexpectedly, it was only a short year before and after!
After a long time, Ji Xiaoxiao's song ended.

When the lingering sound finally dissipated, Ding Ermiao threw away the empty wine bottle in his hand and stood up slowly.But he had no intention of leaving, and still looked at the three graves.

"Uncle Master, it's getting dark, shall we go back?" Li Qingdong stepped forward and said.

Wan Shugao also came up to persuade them, saying: "That's right, Brother Ermiao, they are gone and they can't be resurrected. You... just be sorry and accept the change."

"You're fine. Are you fine now? Are you reborn? Can you be reborn?!"

Ding Ermiao suddenly raised his head and roared so loudly that it shook the sky, causing the crows in the sky to chirp and flee in all directions.

Wu Zhanzhan and Li Qingdong both looked sad.

"Er Miao..." Ji Xiaoxiao stepped forward and found two tears falling from the corners of Ding Er Miao's eyes.

(End of this chapter)