rogue saint

He Sheng glanced at Uncle Liu indifferently, then shook his head, expressing that it was all right.Judging by his appearance, there is nothing wrong with him except his clothes (which are tattered).Of course, there was something on his mind.As for what he was thinking, in fact, others could guess it.

Is it grief?Is it sad?Is it remorse?Is it self-blame?Basically there are, anyway, the mood is very complicated.

"Alas, Liu Yuan is dead, so let your condolences pass!" Uncle Liu sighed deeply.He knew Liu Yuan was kind to He Sheng, and he could understand He Sheng's mood at the moment.

But he was also very sad that people could not be resurrected after death.

He Sheng was silent, and after a long while, he sang: "How much joy is there in life, and how much hate is in death! Woohoo!" The sadness is beyond words.Listening to He Sheng's sad singing and thinking of the tragic death of the people around him, everyone couldn't help feeling sad.Life is so fragile!Many people even regret why they did not learn martial arts. It is really luck that they can survive now, and they may not have such good luck in the future.

Suddenly, a group of poems flashed in He Sheng's mind,

Where there is life, there must be death, and early death is not fatal.

Yesterday evening, we were both human beings, but today we are in Guilu.

What is the reason for the dispersion of soul energy?Dry shape to send empty wood.

Jiaoer asks her father to cry, and a good friend caresses me to cry.

Gains and losses are no longer known, right and wrong can be felt?

After thousands of years, who knows glory and disgrace.

In the past there was no wine, but now there is a clear sky.

When can you taste the floating ants in spring mash?

The food table is full of me, and the old relatives are crying next to me.

If you want to speak, your mouth will be silent, and if you want to see, your eyes will be dull.

I used to sleep in the high hall, but now I live in the barren grass village.

There is no sleep in the barren grass, and the extreme vision is boundless.

Once you go out, you will return to Ye Weiyang.

There are no weeds, and the poplars are also small.

Yan Shuang sent me out to the outer suburbs in mid-September.

There is no one living on all sides, and the high tomb is in the middle.

The horse is roaring in the sky, and the wind is self-depressing.

Once the secluded room has been closed, it will not return for a thousand years.

There will be no dynasty for thousands of years, and Xianda is helpless.

They have always given each other away, each returning their home.

Relatives or Yu Bei, others have also sang.

What is the way to die, the body is the same as the mountain.

This is Tao Yuanming's "Spoken Elegy Ci", the most famous of which is the third one.Wu Lai had read it before, but he didn't expect to remember it now.

When He Sheng sang it, it was naturally impressive.Ruyan's eyes suddenly lit up, and they began to accompany He Sheng.Everyone in Ruyan gives accompaniment, which has never happened before.

In this world, there are naturally special dirges and dirges, but everyone in Ruyan finds that He Sheng's singing is unique, and she is very interested.Under the embellishment of a master of music like her, this song has become very perfect.This made everyone like Ruyan more fond of He Sheng.Unexpectedly, He Sheng could compose poems impromptu, so before he lost his memory, he should not be an ordinary person.

Because of the dead, there was blood on the boat, and many people vomited wildly.Although the surrounding area was still pitch black at this time, it was time to sleep, but no one felt sleepy. Firstly, it was because of fear, and secondly, because of nausea. How could they be in the mood to sleep again?

He Sheng sat and sang all night next to Liu Yuan's corpse.And others started to clean up the messy boat.

At dawn the next day, when the boat docked, everyone carried the dead bodies ashore for cremation. As for the minced meat of the men in black, they were cleaned up and thrown into the river to feed the fish.