The female disciples who had bad intentions towards me started fighting among themselves

Those of his fellow tribesmen who were once much more talented than the Black Fox died one after another in front of his eyes.

In the end, this responsibility fell on Xuanhu, an ordinary cultivator from the Sky Fox clan.

It has been more than several decades.

He originally thought that he would spend his life in mediocrity, and that the weathered ancient book would rot in his ancestral land. However, he did not expect that in the last moments of his life, he would still do something that did not deserve the title of "Guardian".

He was happy with his ending.

......

Yun Ling'er walked among the corpses.

What meets the eye is a scene like purgatory.

Originally, the Sky Fox tribe was rare, and due to the gods' massive hunting, only a few thousand Sky Foxes hid in their ancestral land.

However, after what had just happened, only one in ten Sky Fox tribe members survived.

Moreover, they were all old, young and women - those young and strong Sky Fox guards had thrown themselves into the battlefield at the beginning of the war, and none of them were spared.

Yun Ling'er saw the scene where blood flowed like a river.

The guard who once smiled and stroked her head fell in a pool of blood, and the weapon in his hand broke into countless pieces.

The teacher of the private school no longer had his usual elegant demeanor. He held the sword and slashed at the enemy like a madman. However, he was no longer able to breathe. His body stood stiffly in front of the school, with paper rolls scattered like leaves around him.

He held the hilt of the sword tightly in his hand, and endless pages of the book rose up with the breeze and soared to the sky behind him.

The big goose that had been chasing Yun Ling'er was now biting the ear of a god, with a huge hole pierced in its body.

Yun Ling'er watched the scene after scene in front of her in a daze, and the glimmer of light in her eyes gradually went out.

At this moment, as if she had grown up in an instant, she pursed her lips and bit them until deep blood marks appeared.

Jing Yan didn't say anything, just stayed by her side quietly without disturbing her.

He just accompanied Yun Ling'er for a stroll in the ancestral land.

Because he knew that she would face endless loneliness in the years to come.

The scriptures do not change history, but history develops as it does now.

His appearance is just an established fact in history.

"Blame me."

Yun Ling'er said in a low voice, her voice filled with tears, and she was trying hard not to cry out loud.

Jing Yan didn't say anything, because he knew that all the comfort at this moment would be useless. All he could do was to stay by her side, by Yun Su's side, in this short period of time.

That was all he could do.

Yun Ling'er walked silently like this. Occasionally, the surviving tribesmen would notice her, but no one spoke to disturb this goddess who was walking in sorrow and once lived at the top of the ancestral tree.

She just kept moving forward, covering every inch of her ancestral land.

With every step she took, the confusion and loneliness in her eyes increased, and the endless darkness swallowed up the glimmer of light in her heart.

She walked and walked until she came to the branches of the ancestral tree.

Yun Jing'er noticed her and wanted to call out her name, but when she opened her mouth, the sound stopped in her throat and did not come out.

Jing'er just felt that Ling'er was so strange at this moment. Her back seemed to carry tens of millions of years of loneliness, like a child struggling in endless mud. No matter how she struggled, the final result was to be gradually swallowed up by the endless quagmire of time.

Yun Jing'er's premonitions are always accurate.

Yun Ling'er walked and walked until she came to the shaking ancient bell.

She saw Elder Xuanhu lying under the ancient bell, and her tears could no longer be held back and flowed from her eyes.

She had witnessed this scene in her memory fragments, but now, it still happened.

She had no reason to blame the scriptures for not being timely enough, she was just resenting her own inability.

Hearing faint sobbing sounds, Elder Xuanhu slowly came back to his senses and opened his eyes with his last bit of strength.

"It's Ling'er."

He forced a smile and spoke in a gentle voice.

"You came."

"Blame me......"

Yun Ling'er sobbed and said, big drops of tears watering the branches of the ancestral tree.

"If only I weren't so naughty...if only I were more obedient...if only I..."

Her tone was full of self-blame.

But before she could finish her words, a pair of old fingers brushed across her eyes and wiped away her tears.

"It's not Ling'er's fault."

Elder Xuanhu smiled and said, "We are never wrong, so how could you be wrong?"

"But...but..."

Yun Ling'er wanted to say something, but she couldn't utter it. Her voice was intermittent, like that of a wounded little animal.

Elder Xuanhu smiled again.

He looked at the ancestral tree that was burned by flames and broken in half, and said seriously.

"Yun Ling'er."

"I...I'm here."

Ling'er's tears continued to fall, and her voice was mixed with sobs.

"Remember, now that the ancestral tree has fallen, the ancestral land can no longer protect the Sky Fox tribe. Run, take the Sky Fox tribe and run, run to a place where no one knows, the farther the better."

Elder Xuanhu said intermittently: "Those gods will still come."

Yun Ling'er wiped her tears and nodded seriously.

After an unknown amount of time, Elder Xuanhu seemed to be thinking about something. After a long period of silence, he took out a token from his arms.

It was a bronze token.

"This token symbolizes the guardian of our Sky Fox tribe."

His old fingers stroked the bronze token, as if recalling the past.

After a long while, Black Fox slowly said: "The purpose of that god is the 'Sword Domain' that our Sky Fox Clan guards, and the guardian's duty is to protect the 'Sword Domain'."

"And that 'Sword Domain' is right under the ancestral tree, and few people know about it."

"But none of this matters."

Black Fox looked up at the sky and the fallen ancestral tree.

"In fact, your safety is the most important thing. Let this duty of guardian disappear in the long river of history. As long as you are all well, that's enough."

He understood a lot and felt relieved.

From the frivolity of youth, to the resentment of middle age, to the helplessness of old age, and to the relief now.

The sword domain has never been what the Sky Fox Clan values ​​most.

The guardian who was left behind a long, long time ago was not actually guarding the sword domain, but the ancestral land and the thousands of compatriots who were connected by blood.

But he realized it too late.

But fortunately, he finally figured it out.

The old man tremblingly took out a package from his arms. He slowly untied it, and a rich fragrance of osmanthus filled his face.

In the box, several pieces of osmanthus cakes were neatly arranged.

"I made this last night, thinking it would be a reward for you after you completed the day of sacrifice."

Black Fox smiled.

"Try it."

He said with relief.

Yun Ling'er picked up a piece of osmanthus cake with trembling hands, put it in her mouth, and took a small bite.

The taste is sweet and fragrant.

"Is it tasty?"

Elder Xuanhu asked finally.

"Ah."

Yun Ling'er nodded, her expression unclear as to whether she was crying or laughing.

"That's good."

The old man leaning against the ancient bell smiled and looked up at the falling leaves.

He looked back at his ancestral land with longing. Scenes from the Sky Fox Clan fell into his eyes, and his cloudy eyes became clear again.

“What a beautiful view.”

He spoke slowly, his ordinary yet eventful life flashing through his eyes.

But without exception, all grand fireworks will be immersed in nothingness, immersed in darkness, and hidden in time.

"What a pity, I won't be able to see it anymore..."

Elder Xuanhu's voice became smaller and smaller.

Finally, it dissipated into the falling leaves and the sound of wind.

Yun Ling'er stood there blankly, tightly holding the token in her hand, and the tears that had stopped flowing out again.

The Guardian never disappears.

He was just tired and wanted an eternal sleep.

115. No one can escape loneliness (Part 2)

Yun Ling'er sat on the hillside.

For some reason, today's dusk seems to be particularly long. The distant clouds are rolling, and the sky is still a deep yellow.

She dug a small grave and buried Elder Xuanhu in it.

The tomb of Elder Black Fox is located in the most scenic place in the entire Sky Fox ancestral land. From a distance, you can see the entire picture of the Sky Fox clan.

The fiery red maple leaves fell and dotted the front of the tomb, piling up layer by layer.

Yun Ling'er plucked a branch from the ancestral tree and inserted it on the low mound of earth - this was the custom of the Sky Fox tribe.

"Condolences."

Jing Yan stood beside her, presented a bouquet of wild flowers to Xuan Hu's grave, and spoke softly.

"This is nothing to be sad about."

Yun Ling'er looked at Jing Yan and forced a smile, but that smile was so sad.

"It will all be over."

I don't know whether she was saying this to Jingyan or to comfort herself.

In short, at this moment, the once naughty and innocent child seems to have grown up, and his tender face is full of strength.

All the elders of the Sky Fox Clan were killed or injured, and the only remaining children and the elderly still needed them to take care of them. At this moment, she had to be strong and take up the heavy burden.

"What to do next?"

Jingyan asked.

"I have discussed this with Sister Jing'er."

Yun Ling'er also placed a bouquet of wild flowers in front of Elder Xuanhu's tomb.

Sister Jing'er was seriously injured, with wounds all over her body, but fortunately the injuries were not fatal.