At this time, Ximen Jiuqian's grief stopped a little, and he stared at Xiao Ying angrily with a pair of red eyes, and said, "Good, good, old man with low martial arts, today I am ashamed that I can't avenge my son, he will not change in the future, old man. As long as we don’t die, we must avenge this great revenge to comfort the spirit of my son in the sky!” After speaking, holding the corpse of Yelu Chunan, he walked out slowly, and descended to the peak amidst the cheers and congratulations of the martial arts public in the courtyard.
The tree fell and scattered. Inside the monastery, the Khitan warriors who were unable to escape were captured one by one by the Central Plains martial arts masses, tied with hemp rope to the roots of the big trees, letting go.
While Huaishan ordered his disciples to bury the bones in the temple, he walked forward with Huai Ci and other Shaolin leaders. Everyone said that Xiao Ying was in danger and rescued in this battle, and he was able to turn the tide, and his merits were boundless.
Most of the leaders of the other big gangs and small factions have already been martyred at this time. Some little-known little people know that they are light-hearted, but their hearts are full of passion, and they do not speak up in their stomachs, so they also walked forward and put these names down in history. The words that meritorious deeds in Sheji and the greatest merit were spoken to Xiao Ying very loudly.
These words were not bluffing to the bound Khitan martial artists. They thought that if there was no Xiao Ying, those who were currently tied to the tree would not be him and the others, but the old men of the Central Plains! This martial arts genius in the Central Plains came out of the Central Plains, and everyone was looking forward to it, all gathered in Xiao Ying, so and so, it can be seen that the southerners are not exhausted. Daliao wants to swallow the magnificent and beautiful rivers and mountains, including the Shaolin Temple, and will be more in the future. Not easy.
This time, the enemy Wulin was frustrated, and all the tycoons in the central plains in the temple raised their eyebrows, everyone was happy, chatting and laughing, congratulating each other, and no one was willing to leave.
Lu Wan'er over there was already awake at this time, and her crazy expression returned as usual.
Ruchen took her with her right hand and walked forward with tears of joy in her eyes, and said in her mouth: "Ying'er, you are really my good shadow..." The respect and inferiority are orderly, men and women are different, and he hugged Xiao Ying tightly, sobbing with excitement, unable to speak.
Thinking of the tragic and dangerous scenes before, the Central Plains martial arts will be facing the disaster of overthrowing the nest. Those heroes who served the country first in the temple, all embrace the mortal heart of fighting the enemy to the death. Later, Xiao Ying appeared to kill the enemy and survived the catastrophe. Under great sorrow and joy, when sorrow and joy come, everyone on the spot is now thinking like dust, just wanting to hug people tightly, painful Let's cry happily.
Huajian sent all the girls to embrace each other passionately, weeping with joy.
Lu Wan'er leaned on her side, hiding her tears and standing silently.
Zhu Yao stood three or four feet away from Xiao Ying, watching a group of young girls crying and laughing at the Huajian School, her eyes flashing with tears of incomparable joy. A family. The relationship between himself and Xiao Ying has experienced vicissitudes of life. Both of them have died once for each other. Although they have reached the level of life and death, because their fathers do not share the same relationship with each other, the sky is difficult to achieve, and there is no good moon for a full day. Can't help standing there, feeling sad.
After a while, Tang Miaoqiu broke the silence and said to Xiao Ying, "Second Brother, how did you come back from the dead? That day... Master we buried you that day and set up a grave for you. How did you get born? "
Xiao Ying let go and held Ruchen's hands, and smiled at Tang Miaoqiu with tears, "Naturally I crawled out of the grave by myself!"
Ruchen heard the words and said: "Yes, Ying'er, how did you get born later, tell the master quickly? That day, we saw that you died and there was no hope of repaying the sun, so this buried you. "
Everyone in the Central Plains paid homage to Xiao Ying and convincing him, but he thought in his heart: a country can't live without a monarch for a day. Fang is in great chaos today, and the Central Plains Wulin will have the backbone of Xiao Ying, so that it will not be scattered and let the humiliation of those nations!
Even if someone broke his heart, but the scene was noisy, Ruchen and Tang Miaoqiu said that everyone was eager to know the mystery of why Xiao Ying had to come back to life. At this time everyone pricked their ears, thinking that Xiao Ying is now the most amazing big person in the world, and such phantom things that happen to him, you have to listen carefully to the truth, and miss a word. But he was disrespectful to Xiao Ying.
Therefore, as soon as Shang Ruchen said this, he was silent on the spot, and the crowd looked at Xiao Ying, wanting to hear how he came back to life? How can the flesh become feathers and fall from the sky like a fairy? I thought in my heart, is he becoming an immortal now, or is he flying into the sky and omnipotent with a different skill? Is it true that Yuhuadengtian said that there is something really happening
Xiao Ying glanced at Lu Wan'er, seeing her face as usual, she felt relieved after signing up.
He glanced at Zhu Yao again and sighed softly. Together with Zhu Yao, Fang and Zhu Yao, in accordance with the babbled questioning of the people, whispered about the reason why the Huajian faction had gone to bury themselves.
On that day, Xiao Ying displayed the truth of Nirvana, but gave up his life and changed Zhu Yao's life. As things were recorded in the scriptures, Xiao Ying's power was exhausted and died, and Zhu Yao was resurrected from the dead, but did not wake up for a while.
After Ruchen and the others went to bury Xiao Ying, Zhu Yao woke up leisurely without seeing Xiao Ying, dragging the heavy sick body around to search.
When she was still not awake, she had a dream, dreaming that she would avenge her father's emperor and kill Xiao Ying with a sword. At that time, her eyes were full of blood, and the blood flowing from Xiao Ying's body was still gurgling, but suddenly she saw that he had been buried under the loess, and the grave was instantly covered with vines and weeds.
She cried and screamed, she couldn't help herself with grief. She rushed forward, hitting Xiao Ying's tombstone with her head, and seeing the opening of the tomb door, the whole tomb was split from the middle, and a avenue of rays of light appeared immediately in front of her, Xiao Ying. Standing on the other side of the avenue, smiling and beckoning to her.
She was overjoyed and rushed to him desperately, and the two hugged tightly. When I was kissing affectionately, I suddenly felt like an electric touch. I was in a daze. The two suddenly turned into two big colorful butterflies, flying around the grave two times, flicking the shadows and flying into the wilderness.
She was happy in her heart, suddenly her eyes lighted up, and she woke up immediately, not seeing the butterfly that Xiao Ying had turned into, she suddenly felt great sadness in her heart, and she couldn't think about why she could not die when she caused her hairpin to kill herself. Could it be that Xiao Ying has been in an accident
Dragging the sick body to find the hole, in front of the shadow of the flowers, branches and trees, I faintly looked at the new tomb in silence, squatted in my heart, my eyes turned black, and I tried to support myself without letting me fall.
When I approached the grave, I could only take a glance at it. I didn't notice that the sky was spinning, and my body became weak and fainted on the ground.
When she woke up again, she knelt on her knees in front of the grave, holding the tombstone with her right hand, and slowly stood up her upper body. In any case, she refused to believe that Xiao Ying would be buried behind the stone monument in front of her. However, the irregular and skewed lettering on the tombstone, as well as the large wreath made of mountain flowers and placed in front of the stele, all told her that these were all true existences. Xiao Ying was already buried under the loess.
Listening to the weeping mountain breeze in her ears, she pressed her cheeks on the tombstone, and her tears flowed down the stele. In the four-character "Tomb of Xiaoying", Wang Cheng Jingying The small gutters seemed to cry down the tomb and wake Xiao Ying from crying. At this moment, what she was holding in front of her was not a cold tombstone, but Xiao Ying himself.
She whispered and whispered: "Brother Ying, why did you die, why did you die? You didn’t want Yao'er before, and Yao'er was born with no love. This led the hairpin to commit suicide and leave you cruelly. Now Yao'er You are alive, but you are dead. Don't we two, unless we go underground, can't we be young together? Right, right, just like in a dream, we can't live in pairs with wings, and we can fly with butterflies!"
Suddenly, she was overjoyed, stood up, with a smile on her cheek, and said, "Brother Ying, wait for me, Yao'er is coming!" She was sure that the previous dreams would be fulfilled, and this head hit the tombstone. Then he could immediately see Xiao Ying on the other side of Xiaguang Avenue, and then the little bird leaned back in his warm embrace, and was at ease with him from now on, staying and flying with him.
The ordinary dreams and reality, at the moment when her cloud temple touched the tombstone, there was no glow in front of her eyes, and a loud bang was heard in her ears, and the grave in front of her suddenly exploded. The earth is shaking and the mountains are shaking, and you can hardly stand on it.
In this way, it was almost the same as the dream state. She was ecstatic and screamed: "Big Brother Ying..." Fei general rushed forward, and really plunged into a man's chest. I just feel that this chest is broad and strong, warm and charming, I have been leaning on it more than once, and the warmth and sweetness in my heart is simply not a bird that can be described by humans.
In this world, except for Xiao Ying and Emperor Father, the chest of any man, she is leaning on it, like that cold stone, without the slightest warmth and joy.
Don't look at it, just relying on intuition, what is lying on it in front of you is indeed the unique chest of Xiao Ying in this world.
She raised her head and looked at Xiao Ying's clear and innocent eyes. They were so simple yet true, and she called out again: "Brother Ying..." With their lips and teeth open, the two embraced tightly, and kissed each other with passion. Entangled.
Next, as if in a dream, Zhu Yao felt like an electric shock, thinking: "Is this true? Brother Ying and I, will the real one become a butterfly? If it doesn't become a butterfly, all this is true, we After all, the two have no way to face the reality of the feud from their fathers!"
She was floating as if she was in the realm of immortality, and she only hoped that Xiao Ying would become two colorful butterflies like in a dream, and she would become a couple of gods and immortals from now on, and she would no longer have to pay attention to the enmities of the world.
I waited and waited until I was outside the wandering things, but my body couldn't turn into a butterfly, and my heart became anxious.
Feeling anxious in her heart, her lips suddenly cooled, Xiao Ying raised her head, still holding her slender waist with her hands, and said, "Yao'er, where are we?"
His question was extremely true. Zhu Yao knew that if she wanted to incarnate into a colorful butterfly, it was really just an illusion. Reality is reality. People need to eat all kinds of grains. The enmity of the world is unavoidable after all. At the moment, he sighed quietly and said with a wry smile: "Let's... We are in the tomb."