"Xiao Nian, if I were you, I would definitely figure this out." Zi Meng looked at her, the moonlight reflecting on his face was extremely soft. "In addition to why the Nanrong family came here to visit the grave, there is also the question of Zhanling's tomb. Why was he buried here instead of the Nanrong family's cemetery?"
Under normal circumstances, as the left protector of Zhuangshang, he might not be buried in the family cemetery. Because after all, he is not a direct family member, just like the fifth Mu Xue, it is absolutely impossible for her to be buried in the cemetery of the fifth family. But there is one exception, that is, this person has great kindness to this family or he has become a rare leader in martial arts in a generation.
Like Zhan Ling, he will undoubtedly be buried in the tomb of the Nanrong family. But now he appeared in the cemetery of the Baili family! This kind of thing can't happen in any family, after all, only by burying him in the land of the Nanrong family can future generations know that he is from the Nanrong family!
Bai Nianling sighed slightly, stretched out her hand to touch the tombstone and said with a smile: "I think I should know the reason why he was buried here." She looked at the tombstone and turned her head to look at her clothes, "Life is different, bed and death are the same cave , This is his dream, and it is also my dream, whether you live or die, you will die!"
"Life and death are indistinguishable?!" Zimeng repeated her words in a murmur, and he felt a sense of sentimentality in his heart. "It seems that the second owner of Nanrong in those days really couldn't be compared with that big owner. It took a lot of determination to let his left protector be buried in the cemetery of Baili's family."
"Unfortunately..." Bai Nianling closed his eyes with a wry smile, and when he opened them again, tears welled up in his eyes, "I didn't come here to accompany him. I've been sleeping in Baili Mountain Villa for a hundred years, and I didn't hide at all. Beside him. He must have been looking for me like crazy in that world, he must have thought I had abandoned him."
Zimeng stretched out his hand to pull her, and seeing her feeling as if it was about to burst, Zimeng also felt sour. The word love has fascinated so many people throughout the ages.
"He will know." Zi Meng hugged her shoulders and sighed, "If he can't find you, he must know that you are still alive. This is the result he would like to see the most, isn't it?"
Bai Nianling looked up at him, his face was full of smiles, and she forced a smile too. Covering the old scar on her heart to keep it from attacking, she said, "Stop talking about this, let's get down to business."
Zi Meng nodded and let her go gently, then turned to look at Zhan Ling's tomb, he cupped his hands and said respectfully, "I've offended you!"
"Let's go together." Bai Nianling had already wrapped her hands around her chest, stretched out her hands like an orchid finger, and she wanted to use the flower Gu technique to open the coffin.
"My trip to the Central Plains is not in vain if I can see the beauty of the flower Gu technique." Zi Meng looked at her with a faint smile, and then assumed the posture of opening the coffin with luck—
Zimeng threw the jade flute into the air, and when the jade flute fell in front of his eyes and was parallel to his eyes, he controlled the flute with both hands and continued to fall. Walk around the body, and then pour a little bit from the body to the hands and then to the flute.
When the timing was about right, he pushed the flute to the top of Zhan Ling's tomb with one hand. Zimeng's powerful zhenqi was attached to the flute pipe, and it wouldn't fall even if Zimeng didn't control it.
Bai Nianling closed his eyes slightly, crossed his hands backwards, and leaned slightly. Slowly Zimeng smelled a faint pungent smell, and the smell became stronger and stronger so that he had no choice but to cover his nose, Bai Nian fiercely pushed his palm forward, and suddenly wonderful illusion flowers bloomed all over the sky, colorful from Bai Nianling Scattered to the cemetery behind, the scenery became more beautiful under the moonlight.
Both of them were surrounded by flowers, looked at each other without speaking. Huanhua surrounded Yuxiao, and Zimeng used the power of the flower Gu technique to swipe Yuxiao down on the graveyard—
Only a purple light flashed by, and Zhan Ling's tomb was slowly cut in half. Watching the tomb slowly move to the two sides, the coffin inside was slowly revealed.
Before the Huanhua flowers were gone, Bai Nianling had already withdrawn her hands. She didn't dare to look at the tomb in the wrong direction. When the coffin appeared in front of her eyes, her heart beat violently. I haven't seen him in a hundred years, and now I'm afraid there are no bones left in a pile of loess.
Seeing the complete appearance of the coffin, Bai Nianling stretched out his hands, holding a phantom flower in his hand, she scattered on the coffin, and the coffin opened in response—
Because the pungent smell of Huanhua filled their senses of smell, they didn't smell much of the rotten smell in the tomb, but Huanhua gradually disappeared, the coffin was opened, and the smell of the undead in the coffin still came to the nostrils—
But-
Bai Nianling and Zi Meng gradually turned from looking forward to being dumbfounded or even surprised! They all thought that there might only be a knife that hadn't been opened for a hundred years in the coffin. After all, it is impossible for a person who has been dead for a hundred years to still have bones, and even the clothes may have turned to loess long ago.
But-
A sleeping man slowly appeared in front of the two of them. His intact body, his slightly smiling smile... He is Zhan Ling, just like Zhan Ling a hundred years ago. If he wasn't lying there, he would be as peaceful as if he was asleep. If he wasn't lying in the coffin, who would have thought that he was a person who had been dead for a hundred years
Zimeng opened his mouth slightly, there are many ways to keep the corpse from decomposing. It's just that I didn't expect that the second owner of the Nanrong family would be willing to use such precious and rare materials on Zhan Ling's body. Most people would think of themselves first!
Zimeng didn't speak, even his breath was suffocating in the air. It wasn't because he saw how handsome Zhan Ling was, but because he thought all of this was incredible. What a heartfelt thing would this have been in that heartless hundred years ago
When Bai Nianling saw Zhan Ling's body, she covered her mouth and was sobbing. She couldn't control her emotions anymore, so she jumped up and hugged Zhan Ling in his arms, crying like rain Next: "As you said, we will be together forever. As you said, there will be no things or people that can separate us. Ling, Ling, open your eyes and take a look. I am Xiao Nian, I am It's your Xiao Nian. I'm back."
Zi Meng once reached out his hand to pull Bai Nianling up. Although Zhan Ling's body was well preserved, I don't know what method the second owner of Nanrong used back then. Not even a corpse insect could be found around his coffin. Like a dead person who has just been carried into a coffin. But after all, he was a person who had been dead for a hundred years, and Bai Nianling's body was already too dark, so it's not appropriate to cry while hugging a dead person like this.
But Zimeng retracted his hand, his eyes turned slightly red. In the past, the sea was too difficult to be water, but Wushan is not a cloud. Bai Nianling can feel the broken heart at this moment, Zi Meng can also feel it, let her have a good cry, it is impossible for them to be together forever, why should they deprive her of the right to cry
"I'm back." Bai Nianling cried hoarsely, her heart ached like never before, how could she describe how she felt at this moment. "Ling, you opened your eyes and looked at me. I'm back, but why? Why when I came back... you were no longer there, the forever we said... the forever we said... where is it? ? Why are you not here?"
"Ling!" Bai Nianling cried several times, and she was so angry that she couldn't relax her chest, her liver and intestines were broken, and she felt the feeling of her internal organs bursting. Even when she watched Zhan Ling die in front of her back then, it didn't feel as fierce as it does now. The person she hugged today was a person who had been dead for a hundred years. It is getting weaker and weaker, but it is like a big tree rooted in the ground, the mountain cannot be shaken, and the water cannot wash away.
Death can't bury the heart that loves you! Bai Nianling's bewildered cries were no more painful than the sorrow in the tomb!
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