Weird collapse, husband-chasing crematorium

"Well, Brother Mingyue? Can I ask you the reason why you want to die? No offense, just out of curiosity. Brother Mingyue endured so much torture and wanted to die, and asked me so many questions about life and death. , Xiao Yun is really curious."

"...It's okay to say it. I have a good friend who chose death even though she was immortal and lived a happy life. I want to know the reason, that's all."

"That's it...it's really puzzling. If you can laugh happily, you won't want to die easily. Since ancient times, princes, generals, and ministers, nine out of ten people have sought immortality. I have never heard of anyone giving up immortality and throwing it away. All those who voluntarily die because of their fame and bonds. Well, I think I have said too much. I will go and say goodbye to the villagers tomorrow, and I will let Brother Mingyue know the reason for voluntary death in the future. "

Xiao Yun patted his barren chest and swore confidently.

Li Mo suddenly felt that the future seemed bright and worth looking forward to, so he couldn't help but smile.

"Okay, I'm looking forward to your answer."

Seeing Li Mo laughing, Xiao Yun couldn't help but smile innocently.

"Yeah! But I won't want to die so easily. Brother Mingyue, you have to wait!"

The kind Li Mo made Xiao Yun bold, unlike the folks in the village who always pressured, despised, or even slandered him.

Li Mo is like a mirror. He will treat Xiao Yun the same way as Xiao Yun treats him, reflecting the same light and the same attitude.

The next day, Xiao Yun said goodbye to his father and the people in his hometown, and traveled around China with Li Mo.

Xiao Yun held the Ruoshui gifted by Li Mo when he first came out of the world. He tried his sword in the world and rarely encountered an opponent. During the years, he traveled all over the ancient continent of China and defeated countless monsters and bandits under the sword.

During the Warring States period, war raged, and the Chu State recruited troops to resist the Song invasion.

By chance, Li Mo and Xiao Yun were involved in this protracted war. As a spectator, Li Mo would not interfere in the human world.

But Xiao Yun was different. She belonged to the Chu Kingdom, had the ability to control water flow, and was granted immortality by Li Mo, so she decided to join the army.

Two hundred years later, Li Er's red clothes and long sword are the objects of fear in neighboring countries.

Xiao Yun gained countless fame and honors, and the kings of Chu State changed several generations, but she was still the general of Chu State, guarding the border.

He was revered as an immortal by the world, but was later strongly rejected by Xiao Yun. Even if the king persuaded him that claiming to be an immortal would benefit the people, Xiao Yun would still call himself a disciple of the immortal.

later.

Some people are very puzzled. Given the troubled times, why are they unwilling to return to their country to enjoy a moment of peace? What good is it to stay in a desolate place? No country nearby dares to invade Chu.

Xiao Yun did not have any straightforward answer to this.

He just stayed at the border for a long time and did his duty to protect his family and country.

I go to Li Mo's wing every night, drink a bowl of blood, and then share my recent insights.

Day after day, year after year.

She is the person in the play, and Li Mo is the spectator outside the play.

As time went by, the smile on Xiao Yun's face gradually disappeared. After experiencing too much and killing too much, she was no longer the passionate, loyal and ambitious person she once was.

Today, Xiao Yun's face is still childish, his skin is white and beautiful, his muscles are ice-cold, and he is always in his prime.

But the eyes can no longer hide the fatigue and weariness.

I have lived for too long and am really tired.

There were even a few times when Xiao Yun exhausted all his energy and was shot through the heart by the enemy. He thought he would be relieved, but he always woke up soon and could not die.

When I woke up, my face was full of disappointment, even despair.

This was the agreement she had made with Li Mo. Unless Xiao Yun voluntarily died, Li Mo would save her from death countless times.

Gradually, Xiao Yun became more and more numb. Even during the bustling New Year, Xiao Yun wandered on the streets like a zombie.

There were endless and loud cheers all around, but there was no one she knew.

All the generals who lived with her died of old age, and she personally attended the funerals of all of them.

At the funeral, in addition to the relatives of the deceased, most of the people in the hall were a group of elderly people in their sixties.Only Xiao Yun was still young and looked out of place sitting among the sixty-year-olds.

The comrades walked from staggering to hunched to the tomb, but Xiao Yun walked as fast as before and talked contentedly.

Every hoarse and dull "General!" made Xiao Yun feel as if he was in a trance.

The old village is still there, Xiao Yun became the general of the Chu State, and the people in the village also prospered and received rewards. At that time, Xiao Yun was unable to escape because of the war, and his hometown was far away, so it would take him more than half a month to get there. Couldn't go back.

A hundred years later, when Xiao Yun returned to his hometown in triumph, everything had changed.

Xiao Yun tried to look for familiar faces, but there were none. He didn't recognize anyone.

Even the villagers who once looked hateful and slandered her died one by one.

Finally, Xiao Yun returned to his home.

She reached out and gently touched the vermilion door, and the red paint on it had begun to disappear.The door god's strokes have become blurry, and the high hanging eaves are crawling with unknown spiders, with cobwebs all over them.

When the breeze blows, the sky is full of dust.

The hand knocking on the door stopped in mid-air, and for a moment he didn't know whether to move forward or back.

Pictures of leaving come one after another...

After Xiao Yun ordered his unfamiliar subordinates to garrison the border, he returned to the royal capital and met the king of Chu for whom he had devoted his whole life.

Sitting on the throne was an old man.

Xiao Yun didn't know him, not at all.

After listening in the court for a long time, she learned that the king she served had been dead for a long time and was now the fourth generation.

At this point, all relatives and friends related to Xiao Yun have passed away.

I spent the first half of my life running around and missed a lot of things.When I look back, I realize that many things are irreparable.

From that day on, Xiao Yun was in a daze all day long, training his soldiers mechanically, drinking blood, and then falling into a daze.

Until one day, hundreds of years after the troubled times were settled, Xiao Yun went crazy and mobilized the whole country to find traces of the immortal named Chi Yuan.

Finally, she found out where Immortal Red Yuan was - thousands of miles to the east, Taixu Mountain.

That night, Xiao Yun took off his armor and put on the same clothes that Li Mo wore when he left his hometown hundreds of years ago.

That night, Xiao Yun looked in the mirror and combed his dark hair. The shiny black hair was like fine black brocade, soft and smooth, a characteristic unique to young women.

The dawn is shining brightly, and the curtains are being opened.Fu Fengui is many, but Shi Zhulian is slow.The soft servant girl's back and forehead hang down, and her hairpins are gathered together.The green eyebrows are blurred by green, and the face is lightly red.Comb your hair with a small comb and apply round dimples in front of your face.What I hate the most is when the flowers are falling, I am alone and covered with makeup.

Bright rouge makes the lips red.

As a general who kills people like crazy, this is too fancy; as a wandering knight, this is too artificial.

But Xiao Yun carefully applied his makeup bit by bit. His pupils were dilated and his eyes were dull, like a puppet without a soul. He stiffly manipulated his hands to apply makeup on himself.

The face is white and flawless, the skin is delicate and smooth, the eyebrows are long and soft, and the lips are red and moist...

After putting on makeup, Xiao Yun pushed open the wooden door of the guest room where Li Mo was staying and walked straight in.

Li Mo sat by the window, shrouded in moonlight, his eyes closed, as quiet as a painting.

"Brother Mingyue...does the promise you promised me back then still count now..."

Xiao Yun's voice was low, completely without his original high-spirited, lively and playful demeanor.

Hearing these words, Li Mo only felt that she was very tired.

"Ah."

Li Mo responded softly and slowly opened his eyes.

What you see is a beautiful girl, like a married woman, with gorgeous make-up and charming appearance.

But he knew that Xiao Yun was definitely not here for mundane things, and his empty eyes had made it clear.

Li Mo had forgotten how much time had passed.

500 years, this number seems to have been verified by Danzhu Cangxuan.

Depending on the individual, maybe this is longer, but not much more.

Over the past few hundred years, Li Mo has witnessed an aspiring knight transform into a heroic general, and now a walking corpse with a heart as broken as a tree and a will to die.

Li Mo didn't know the reason for this, but he might be able to get the answer from Xiao Yun today.

Get...the answer to why Danzhu burned to ashes in front of his eyes.

Why give up immortality?

Why choose death?

What is the meaning?

What is the reason?

"Brother Mingyue, thank you for your company over the years."

"I have arranged for my men to draw a picture of the trip to Taixu Mountain, as well as the transportation and luggage required for the journey."

"In the past few hundred years, Brother Mingyue talked about your companion with me. She, the Red Kite Immortal, is active in Taixu Mountain. After my death, Brother Mingyue will be able to find his companions, so that he will not be alone... "

Xiao Yun sat next to Li Mo, intertwining his slender white fingers, slowly closing his eyes, his red lips moving slightly.

"Xiao Yun has not dared to forget Brother Mingyue's kindness and promise. Now, it is time to repay."

Xiao Yun took out a piece of oily yellow letter paper from his arms, which seemed to be dated.

"The answers Brother Mingyue wants are all in the letter. Xiao Yun spent decades constantly revising and adding to it. It was written decades ago. Everything he thought about is in the letter. I think he will not let Brother Mingyue disappointment."

Xiao Yun handed the letter to Li Mo's hand and showed a relieved smile. The smile was as bright as a flower, but it was a fleeting flower.

"To be honest with Brother Mingyue, Xiao Yun should have died hundreds of years ago. He just couldn't bear that Brother Mingyue would be alone after my death, so he lived for several hundred more years to look for the traces of Immortal Red Kite."

"Now that Immortal Red Kite's whereabouts are known, Xiao Yun can die without any thoughts..."

Suddenly, Xiao Yun turned around and faced Li Mo, boldly reaching out and touching Li Mo's cheek.

There was a trace of insignificant warmth and complex emotions in the dead eyes.

There is ambiguity and compassion.

Although she could die, Li Mo would have to endure the pain of immortality forever.

Because Xiao Yun has experienced it, he can understand how tortured it is.

She knew that Li Mo occasionally had confused memories, mistaking the past for the present, and even couldn't tell who was who.

On average, he would mistake himself for a girl named Danzhu at least three times a day.

There were so many names of strangers coming out of his mouth that he could hardly tell who was who. He even forgot what he looked like, kind, violent, sunny, dark... He had forgotten all about it, leaving only indifference and indifference. numbness.

Only when you are with others can you reflect the light of others.

When he dies, where should he go?

The immortal monster will eventually become unrecognizable in the long river of time, completely forgetting even its original appearance, and becoming a complex of countless complicated and disordered memories.

"Have you decided? Once the choice is made, it is irreversible. If you die, you are really dead." Li Mo asked.

"Well, I've already decided."

"Brother Mingyue, this is the Ruoshui you gave me. Could you please use it to send Xiao Yun on his last journey?"

"it is good."

Li Mo took the Ruoshui Sword handed over by Xiao Yun and stabbed it into Xiao Yun's heart without hesitation.

Warm blood slid down the sword body into Li Mo's hands, and splashed blood beads dotted Li Mo's cold face.

The blood was obviously warm, but Li Mo felt a chill, so cold that his hands couldn't stop trembling.

"You are……?"

"...Brother Mingyue, my name is...Xiao...Yun..."

Before Xiao Yun died, the last emotion revealed in his eyes was - thick compassion.

She saw the overlapping figures reflected in Li Mo's eyes.

She laughed, sadly.

On a midsummer night, cicadas chirp continuously, and the noisy chirping of insects plays a silent movement of the night.

Xiao Yun's face was ashen, and his body quickly became cold, and he fell to the floor which was as cold as hers.

Li Mo didn't know why, but he burned Xiao Yun's body to ashes and scattered it into the nearby ocean.

Back in the room, Li Mo was silent for a long time.

It wasn't until a ray of blue-yellow skylight rose from the horizon and spread into the house that Li Mo came back to his senses.