No matter how long the song is, there will be a time when it is finished, and no matter how long the song is, there will be a time when it dissipates.
When Lei Jing's song ended, the high priest's slender body leaned against the Baidi, holding his knees with his hands, closing his eyes and never opening them again.
Lei Jing was freed from the faint sound of the piano, and when she noticed this scene, her mind fluctuated violently, her fingers accidentally panicked, the strings broke, and drops of blood flowed from the white fingertips, dyeing them red. She was wearing a light green skirt, but she had no time to deal with the wound and just stared at the high priest.
Is he really dead
Lei Jing approached the high priest cautiously, unable to hear his breathing or heartbeat. She opened his eyelids and could not see any trace of his expression.
He seemed to be sleeping quietly, but in fact he was dead.
All sentient beings will die, but how could Lei Jing expect that the high priest would die beside her.
Youhuang can summon souls, but the high priest has no soul.
Lei Jing felt a burning sensation, and then she saw her uncle. His eyes were cold and indifferent. Without even looking at Lei Jing, he hugged the high priest and walked into the Yuhu Lake. Wherever he went, there was water in the lake. It was evaporated cleanly and walked directly to the center of the lake. There was an underground space there. It slowly opened and King Xia walked in.
Lei Jing did not follow him in, even though she felt that her uncle, who had always been tough and strong, had become so fragile and sad.
Even if you can move mountains and seas, it is difficult to reverse life and death. This is not the tragedy of King Xia alone, but also the tragedy of most practitioners.
Lei Jing went to Zhiwei with the broken string of Youhuang. She was in a very uneasy mood now, and only her husband could help her.
The summer canal in front of Zhiwei is constantly flowing, the white clouds in the sky gather and disperse, and the view is filled with green radish, grass and bananas. When the wind and rain start, there must be an extremely beautiful scenery here.
Leading the way for Lei Jing was Pegasus, which was already able to speak. Seeing its master's jade face covered with sadness, Pegasus just followed her silently, occasionally nuzzling Lei Jing with its snorting nose.
Shen Lian is in the quiet room on the east side. The morning light will shine directly into his room. At night, he can also directly see the Canglong constellation in the east. The stars are brilliant and panoramic.
He had known that Lei Jing was coming, so tea was brewed and there were two cups.
When Lei Jing walked into the quiet room, Shen Lian had just finished pouring the tea. Not a drop was too much, but not a drop too much. The tea smoke was curling up, twisting into a dragon shape, and lingering for a long time.
These two cups of tea have spirituality, creation has spirit, that is the realm of Taiyi, and Shen Lian seems to have touched on a little bit of the mystery of 'Taiyi'.
Of course, Lei Jing was far from aware of this, she just felt that her husband was far better at making tea than she was.
Shen Lian put down the teapot and said, "You are not at peace now, so drink tea first."
Lei Jing had no reason to refuse, but looking at the tea that was smoking, she knew that it was very hot. Fortunately, her body was not afraid of the tea scalding her throat, so Lei Jing poured the tea into her mouth neatly and came out. Unexpectedly, the tea was ice cold. When she drank it, she felt a refreshing chill from head to toe.
Looking at Lei Jing's surprised eyes, Shen Lian smiled and said: "Don't make a fuss. Hot and cold are just produced by the external senses. In fact, there are many ways in the world that can allow you to reverse the senses of hot and cold. This technique I will pass it on to you, but I know you have no intention of learning it now."
Lei Jing nodded silently, pondered for a while and then said: "Sir, can you tell me why the high priest died like that."
"Since you asked, I won't talk nonsense about people dying naturally. In fact, in a certain situation, it is as difficult for a person to live as to die. If the high priest can survive from the establishment of the Xia Kingdom to the present, of course he can do it again. If he lives for a few years, even if Tianyi and I take action, we can get rid of the root of his disease, but you have to know that even though survival is the instinct of all sentient beings, there are some things in life that are more precious than living in the eyes of some people, even at the expense of Sacrifice your life for this." Shen Lian sighed, thinking of Zhang Ruoxu.
Shen Lian admires such people, but he can't do it himself. This has nothing to do with his cultivation level.
Lei Jing bit her lip and said, "So the high priest asked for death on his own? Why did he do this?"
"Because Tianyi and I refused to save him, because he wanted King Xia to become the real King of Xia." Shen Lian suddenly said something in an extremely cold tone, like an extremely sharp knife.
Lei Jing said: "I still don't understand. I can understand that my husband and Tian Yi can save the high priest but don't, but isn't my uncle already the King of Xia?"
"The Kingdom of Xia is a country with strict hierarchies. From the bottom to the top, it is like a tower, and the King of Xia is at the top. Do you know that people standing at the top can't help but see the farthest and most beautiful scenery, and they have to endure The strongest and most violent storm will blow away the dust if you don't pay attention. There is no room for weakness in that position, and the high priest has become King Xia's weakness. This is a fact. said.
Lei Jing understood that although his uncle was strong, he still had a soft spot in his heart, and that was the high priest. If the high priest was gone, his uncle would have no weaknesses. A strong man without weaknesses would be extremely difficult to defeat. .
If the king of Xia is not defeated, Daxia will continue to exist for thousands of generations.
This is of course a very good thing, but she feels very sad for the high priest. Does he have to die
"Do we have to die?" She said this not only in her heart, but also in her mouth.
Shen Lian whispered, like the wind at night, a little cold, but not harmful, and said: "You don't have to die, but death is the cleanest way. He asked you to play the piano to help you calm down, but he died Yes, I make you uneasy again, just to make you understand a truth."
Lei Jing did not ask and replied: "The high priest wants to tell me that 'this heart is not controlled by anyone'. The fluctuations of the heart cannot be absolutely controlled and will be interfered by the outside world, but we can make use of the ups and downs of the heart. Power. Sir, he taught me to control the wind and rain because thunder strikes in a silent place, and then the wind and rain grow. The calmer the mood, the more powerful it becomes. So I am right to be calm, but my purpose is wrong. "
Shen Lian smiled and said, "I don't have to teach you anything now. You can stay with me until three days later. You can't refuse."
Lei Jing still had some grudges in her heart. She wanted her husband to explain why he treated his father like that, but Shen Lian was so overbearing for once that she couldn't resist.
She felt a little aggrieved. She seemed to be nothing in front of Shen Lian. And she also lost her distinct self, which was completely different from before.
In the end, Shen Lian leisurely looked at the sunshine outside the window and whispered: "Being ruthless may not make you truly heroic."