Fu Canglu

Chapter 613 Mother

The fire is burning.

Someone is crying.

The fire in the first year of the Spring and Autumn Dao Dynasty burned the entire grass field, dead bones, coke, grass clippings, twisted in the fire, and the ensuing heavy rain extinguished the fire.

In the depths of the memory, Lian Yi, who was supposed to have fallen to death, had lost all strength in her limbs.

Yi Xiao lay on the ground in a daze.

He closed his eyes, his lips were scorched and his mouth was dry, and he felt that all the strength in his body was drained.

With ten fingers, he didn't even have the strength to move, and he fell sickly on the burnt black grass. Countless grass clippings passed by with the wind, taking away the temperature of his body, and the wet and sticky blood flooded his body. earlobe.

So cold
The lotus clothes absorbed the blood and became heavy.

"boom."

"boom."

"boom"

The sound of the heart beating became smaller and smaller.

Yi Xiao tried to squeeze the palm of her hand, but found that it became difficult to squeeze the palm, not only because of fatigue, but because both arms were shrunk in the sleeves of Lianyi, and the big sleeves that drew water fell down wetly, and the whole body fell down. The whole arm is wrapped.

这 是
Is the lotus clothes getting bigger?

No. I have become smaller.

Yi Xiao was a little dazed, he slowly raised one hand, and watched the heavy lotus sleeve slowly fall, revealing a white and immature forearm, the lotus-like palm of the little boy in front of him followed his Consciousness, gently stretched the five fingers, and gently closed them again, the gurgling rain flowed down the palm, spreading branches and leaves on the arms.

Is this me?
Yi Xiao was at a loss, there was a soft cry in his ear, like a sob.

Listen carefully and find that it is not the same.

It was like a soft, melodious, indescribable sound bursting out from his throat.

Sobs are filled with sadness and pain.

There was indeed a slight sadness in this voice, but this sadness contained another kind of emotion, which seemed to be reassuring, more like joy.

It was a soft whistle.

The rain hit the ground, dripping, dripping, whistling with a mournful sound, gently hitting the water waves, splashing ripples.

Someone took ten gentle fingers and gently scratched Yi Xiao's scalp, and gently grabbed a few strands of long hair, as if scratching an itch, wrapped the black hair around the fingertips, and gently touched the scalp, Pressed.

It's like the soul is being gently touched.

The soul of the little highness was restless at first, but in the depths of the soul sea that was about to collapse, it slowly regained its calm at this moment.

The woman gently put her hands through the lotus-clothed youth's armpits, lifted him up, and leaned against her lap.

It was a face that could not be described in words.

The wildfire burned, the heavy rain was heavy, her hair was wet, the corners of her lips were smiling, she was sitting on the scorched and damp haystack, her white clothes were stained with some gray stains.

She is laughing.

The teenager is crying.

On that handsome young face, the tears had already been scattered.

Murong stretched out a hand, gently wiped the boy's cheeks with five fingers, wiped his tears tirelessly, and said softly, "You, why are you crying?"

His choked-up voice became more difficult, and he buried his head abruptly, wrapped his hands around the waist of the woman in white, feeling the faint warmth in the heavy rain, and never wanted to let go.

Murong lowered his eyebrows, patted the boy's back lightly, and said softly: "Don't cry, don't cry, mother will accompany you."

The heavy rain roared, and the thunder suddenly appeared.

Someone was hoarse from crying.

In the end, the young man who rested his head on the shoulder of the woman in white, carefully pulled a corner of the white robe, for fear that the whole woman would be shattered along with the dream as she had dreamed countless times.

He whispered softly in his sleep.

"mother"

Murong let out a very soft voice.

There was a long pause.

She said softly again, "I'm here."

The lotus-clothed boy sniffed, laughed through his tears, and murmured, "The voice is really nice."

Murong smiled lowly, she stretched out a hand to gently pat the back of the boy's head, and kissed him gently on the side of the ear.

Yi Xiao suddenly said, "Mother, is this a dream?"

Murong just smiled and didn't answer.

Yi Xiao asked nervously: "If it's a dream, can you let me stay longer, I want to stay with my mother for a while longer."

"Okay." The woman in white hugged Yi Xiao tighter, her breath was long and weak, and sounded weak, but her voice was still nice: "I also want to see my son more, he is really beautiful .”

Murong smiled again.

She said softly: "But time is not allowed, mother wants to show you something."

Sitting on Murong's lap, the little Highness in lotus clothes was a little dazed, but was gently picked up by the woman in white and held her hand. After Murong stood up, two phantoms, one dragon and one snake, emerged, undulating majestically from the sky and the earth, heavy rain blocked out.

The tip of her eyebrows was slightly raised, sword aura and murderous aura coexisted, she looked around, but without exerting much force, the invisible aura gently swayed away.

Raindrops stagnate slowly.

His Highness was a little dazed. He had seen such a scene before, whether it was the Maharaja or the first generation, it seemed that they had touched the realm of being able to manipulate time.

Murong seemed to know what Yi Xiao was thinking, and said softly: "I am far from reaching this level, here is your soul sea and when I bestowed you with the dragon and snake form, I left behind a human soul."

She paused slightly, took a deep look at the little highness, and said: "A person has three souls, and my heavenly soul should be imprisoned in the territory of Yingyue Xiaomo."

After Yi Xiao heard the five words "Yingyue Little Demon Realm", she raised her head suddenly, and her mind was like a thunderbolt from the clear sky, and a scene of pictures flashed by, deeply engraved in her pupils.

It is the green frost on the head of Luoyang City, and the snowstorm in front of Tiansu Tower.

That wisp of remnant soul.

In the palm of the city lord of Fengxue Yincheng, there is also a soul of Murong.

Is it the soul of heaven?
Murong touched Yi Xiao's head, and said softly: "Do you know when a person is truly dead?"

"It's not real death when the heart stops beating."

"When you got the purple box, entered this coffin, and opened the last door, your heart stopped beating."

The woman in white said softly: "If I'm not mistaken, there will be many people in Lanling City attending your funeral, including that idiot, your elder brother, and many people you care about, as well as those who care about you. "

"From the perspective of those outside the coffin, you are already dead."

"But real death is not like this."

"The real death is when your heart stops beating, and people turn into a handful of ashes. Your funeral is long past. Your friends and lovers are all gone with the wind. The tombstones rot and crumble until the carvings on them No one can read the handwriting.”

"In this world, no one will remember you anymore."

"All traces of being here are dead, and you are truly dead."

Murong said softly: "Is there anyone you care about?"

Yi Xiao, who was standing on the wild grass, was in a daze, not knowing what to say.

He didn't notice that after the woman in white stood up, the phantom of the dragon and snake occupied the entire sky silently and chillingly, invisibly bearing the pressure from the outside world. Every drop of rain that hit the ground fell in midair Was strangled by sword energy, then evaporated.

Until the entire rain curtain turned into nothingness.

Yi Xiao just quietly thought about Murong's words.

Do you have anyone you care about?

People who care.

Yi Xiao looked at her mother, and wanted to say that of course there were, and there were many, such as Lao Duan, Lao Miao, and Hong Yier who accompanied her on the journey north.
Those people are all close friends who are worthy of pride. Even if they really die one day, they will remember their names and work hard to live for themselves.

However, it is not the turn of this day.

Yi Xiao pursed her lips, but stopped talking.

Many people who cared about me, who I cared about, have already left.

And will not be coming back.

"Life is like this, not everyone is lucky enough to 'do it all over again'."

Murong said softly: "Let's do it and cherish it."

The woman in white knelt down, pressed her forehead to her forehead, and said with a gentle smile, "Even if you have nothing, you still have me."

Murong closed his eyes, and countless vitality moved accordingly.

The human soul she left behind suddenly revealed its murderous aura, the dragon and snake roared, raised its spine, and propped up the sky, slightly propping up the memory of the first year of the Spring and Autumn Dao, and the entire deep sea of ​​souls, and the land sank , the sea is churning.

Yi Xiao covered his forehead in pain, Murong raised his eyebrows when he stood up again, hugged Yi Xiao into his arms, and said softly: "Don't be afraid, mother is here."

Between heaven and earth, there are countless dotted lines.

Each one is the simplest and most primitive rule, pulling this sea of ​​souls.

She looked down at the little Highness who was trembling in pain in her arms, and said with a gentle smile, "Is there someone waiting for you outside?"

Yi Xiao didn't know how to answer, he shook his head in pain.

But there are scenes after scenes in my mind, accompanied by the tearing of the sea of ​​souls, constantly emerging
In Lanling City, dressed in plain clothes with a pale face.

In Laoshe Teahouse, Mr. Qi Shu, who lives in depression and refuses to write.

Under the Darong Temple, monk Qingshi mourned deeply and closed his door all day long.

And
On the snowy plains of the Western Regions, Wei Lingshan kept searching for clues and refused to leave.

There are still many people waiting for themselves.

Those people are the reason for living and the motivation for living.

The pitch-black coffin accompanied Jian Zongming for a circle in the gate of ghosts, avoiding the scourge of the world, but after leaving the gate of ghosts, countless causes and effects, rules, still followed to come here.

Those who get the aura of the sky will be favored by the heaven and the earth.

If the aspect of heaven is deprived, does this person still have the qualifications to live?
This matter, God will take care of.

Murong also has to take care of this matter.

The woman in white raised her eyebrows and looked towards the sky.

"Lanling City will hold your funeral, but Holy Island will not."

Murong smiled and said: "Because Shengdao knows very well that with me around, you will not die."

There was a sword riot outside the coffin, screaming.

In the first year of the Spring and Autumn Period, a strong wind rose.

The cause and effect of the heavens.

Down with a sword.

The woman looked up at the sky very seriously, and said slowly: "Sword, come!"

(End of this chapter)