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All the generals who had fought alongside her through thick and thin died of old age, and she personally attended the funerals of all of them.

At the funeral, besides the deceased's relatives, most of the people in the hall were elderly people in their sixties. Only Xiao Yun remained young, and he looked out of place sitting among the elderly people in their sixties.

His comrades walked towards the grave with unsteady steps and hunched over, while Xiao Yun walked briskly and talked happily as usual.

Every hoarse and dull "General!" made Xiao Yun feel dazed, as if he was in another world.

The old village still exists. Xiao Yun became a great general of the State of Chu, and the people in the village also became prosperous and received rewards. At that time, Xiao Yun was busy with the war, and his hometown was far away, so it took him more than half a month to go back and forth, and he was unable to return.

A hundred years later, when Xiao Yun returned home in glory and triumph, his hometown had already changed and nothing had happened.

Xiao Yun tried to find a familiar face, but no, no, he didn't recognize anyone.

Even the villagers who once hated her and slandered her have passed away one by one.

Finally, Xiao Yun returned to his home.

She reached out and gently touched the vermilion gate. The red paint was beginning to fade. The door god's paintings had become blurred. The high eaves were covered with unknown spiders, and their webs were everywhere.

When the breeze blows, a cloud of dust comes towards us.

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

The scenes of leaving came flooding back...

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

Sitting on the throne was an old man who looked very frail.

Xiao Yun didn’t know him, he didn’t know him at all.

After listening for a long time in the court, 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 have been busy in the first half of my life and missed many things. When I look back, I find that many things are irreversible.

From that day on, Xiao Yun spent his days in a daze, mechanically training soldiers, drinking blood, and then daydreaming.

Until one day, hundreds of years after the chaotic world was settled, Xiao Yun went crazy and mobilized the entire country to search for the trace of an immortal named Chi Yuan.

Finally, she found out where the Red Kite Immortal was - Taixu Mountain, a thousand miles to the east.

That night, Xiao Yun took off his armor and changed into clothes similar to the ones Li Mo wore when he left his hometown hundreds of years ago.

That night, Xiao Yun combed her dark hair in front of the mirror. Her shiny black hair was like fine black brocade, soft and smooth, a feature unique to young women.

The morning sun shines through the cracks, and I draw the curtains to prepare my makeup. I apply powder in abundance, rouge applied with care. My soft hair hangs down my forehead, my tufts of hair gathered by my hairpins. Green hues etch a slender brow, a light blush brushes my delicate face. I comb my hair in a small pattern, applying dimples to my cheeks. I hate it most when the flowers fall, and I am left alone with my makeup.

Bright rouge paints her lips red.

As a general who kills countless people, this is too fancy; as a wandering knight, this is too contrived.

But Xiao Yun applied her makeup carefully, bit by bit, with dilated pupils and lifeless eyes, like a puppet without a soul, stiffly manipulating her hands to put on the makeup for herself.

Her face was flawless white jade, her skin was delicate and smooth, her eyebrows were long and soft, and her lips were bright red and moist...

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

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

"Brother Mingyue...does the promise you made to me still count?"

Xiao Yun's voice was low, completely lacking his former high-spirited, lively and playful demeanor.

Hearing this, Li Mo just felt that she was very tired.

"Ah."

Li Mo responded softly and slowly opened his eyes.

What caught my eye was a beautiful girl, like a woman getting married, with gorgeous makeup and charming appearance.

But he knew that Xiao Yun was definitely not here for mundane matters; his empty eyes made that clear.

Li Mo had forgotten exactly how much time had passed.

Five hundred years, this number seems to be verified on Danzhu Cangxuan.

Depending on the individual, it may be longer, but not by much.

Over the past few hundred years, Li Mo has witnessed a chivalrous knight become a heroic female general, and then to a walking corpse with a withered heart and a determination to die.

Li Mo didn't know the reason, but maybe he could get the answer from Xiao Yun today.

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

Why give up immortality?

Why choose death?

What is the meaning?

What is the reason?

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

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

"Over the past few hundred years, the companion that Brother Mingyue talked to me about, the Red Kite Immortal, has been active in Taixu Mountain. After my death, Brother Mingyue will finally be able to find his own companion and won't be alone..."

Xiao Yun sat next to Li Mo, interlaced her slender white fingers, slowly closed her eyes, and her rosy lips moved slightly.

"Xiao Yun has never forgotten the kindness and promise made to Big Brother Mingyue. Now, it's time to repay him."

Xiao Yun took out a piece of yellowed letter from his arms, which seemed to be quite old.

"The answers that Big Brother Mingyue wants are all in the letter. Xiao Yun spent decades revising and supplementing it, and finally wrote it decades ago. All his thoughts and ideas are in the letter. I'm sure Big Brother Mingyue won't be disappointed."

Xiao Yun handed the letter to Li Mo with a relieved smile. His smile was as beautiful as a flower, but it was a pity that it was a fleeting ephemeral flower.

"To be honest with you, Brother Mingyue, Xiao Yun should have died hundreds of years ago. I just couldn't bear to see you alone after my death, so I lived on for a few more hundred years to find the Red Kite Immortal."

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

Suddenly, Xiao Yun turned around and faced Li Mo, boldly reaching out his hand to touch Li Mo's cheek.

In the dead eyes, there was a hint of insignificant warmth and complex emotions.

There is ambiguity and also compassion.

She could die, but Li Mo would have to endure the pain of immortality forever.

Because Xiao Yun had experienced it, he could understand how torturous it was.

She knew that Li Mo would occasionally have memory problems, mistaking the past for the present, and even unable to 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 strange names that came out of his mouth that he could hardly tell who was who. He even forgot what he looked like, kind, violent, sunny, dark... He was left with only indifference and numbness.

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

Where will he go when he dies?

An immortal monster will eventually become unrecognizable in the long river of time, and will even completely forget its original appearance, becoming a complex of countless redundant and chaotic memories.

"Have you made up your mind? Once you make the choice, it's irreversible. If you die, you're really dead." Li Mo asked.

"Well, I've made up my mind."

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

"it is good."

Li Mo took the Ruoshui sword from Xiao Yun and stabbed it into Xiao Yun's heart without hesitation.

Warm blood slid down the sword into Li Mo's hands, and splattered blood beads dotted Li Mo's indifferent face.

Although his blood was warm, Li Mo felt a chill, so cold that his hands could not stop shaking.

"You are……?"

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

Before Xiao Yun died, the last emotion revealed in his eyes was a deep compassion.

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

She laughed, with a touch of sadness.

On a midsummer night, the cicadas chirp incessantly, and the noisy insect sounds play a melody in the quiet of the late night.

Xiao Yun's face turned ashen, her body quickly grew cold, and she fell to the floor, which was as cold as her.

For some unknown reason, Li Mo 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.

Li Mo didn't come back to his senses until a ray of green and yellow light rose from the horizon and spread into the house.

He opened the yellowed envelope, on which was the answer Xiao Yun had left for him—

"Seeing your letter is like seeing you in person. Reading this letter brings joy to your face. I wish you a good autumn and a peaceful winter."

"Xiao Yun seeks death, fearing that his endless lifespan will disorient him. He remembers the hustle and bustle of the past few hundred years with crystal clarity: his loved ones are all gone, the soldiers he led through life and death are now dead, and the kings he served have come and gone. He has long lost the reason to live."

"Xiao Yun no longer had the heart to admire the splendor of the mountains and rivers. He had become as numb and indifferent as the people in this mortal world whom he had once been puzzled by, puzzled about, loathed, and despised."

"When the turmoil in my heart subsides, I no longer have any interest in anything. I just want to die and be with my family."

"However, you have no way back home, and I cannot bear to leave you. So I linger for a hundred years, seeking the Immortal Red Kite."

"Now that I have found it, I will leave you and return the way I came."

"May your life always be filled with happiness, but there are no friends here in this vast land."

"————Xiao Yun, stay."

Chapter 49 Long time no see

The content of the letter was very brief, and it was a distillation of all of Xiao Yun's thoughts over the past few hundred years.

Perhaps... there is still some concealed expression of feelings in this, but it has completely responded to the answer to the agreement made between Li Mo and Xiao Yun.

Ten times the normal lifespan, this is the limit for ordinary people.

The closer one gets to this limit, the more extreme one's emotions become, teetering on the edge of extreme negativity and extreme madness.

After drinking his blood, ordinary people can also gain immortality, but the price is that all memories for the rest of their lives will remain clear, every minute, every second, every moment will be carved into the mind like a knife.

Countless drops of water gather together and eventually become the vast ocean that fills the sea.

And my original appearance will eventually be changed by these massive memories, with countless memories overlapping and intertwined.

In the end, I couldn't even tell who I was.

Human growth requires unforgettable memories after experience. Those who live forever because of him are growing all the time. Even trivial matters will be clearly remembered, repeating over and over again, and becoming more and more numb.

In the end, I could no longer empathize with anyone or anything in the world, and I felt that everything was empty.

Either destroy yourself through negativity or destroy others through madness.

The pain and suffering that others see are just artificial whining in their eyes.

At this point, many people could not accept themselves becoming like this, at least Xiao Yun could not accept it.

If it continues like this, it will become an even more terrifying existence, which cannot be changed by human will.

This is the cruel truth of immortality.

Nothing can be obtained without a price, whether it is body, life or strength.

"It seems like they all want to do something before they die."

Li Moku sat on the bed, leaning his back against the wall, gently closing his eyes, trying to find the fragments he needed in the chaotic and redundant turbulence of memories.

It's hard, it's hard.

He seemed to have become an alien immortal species and was still sensitive to the passage of time.

My human emotions were dead silent.

However, when recalling Xiao Yun's death, the stagnant emotions were stirred up.

When Li Mo saw Xiao Yun being killed by himself, he was not sad, and he didn't even shed a tear.