Looking at the surrounding ruins and corpses, the visitor walked towards the only place where there was still a living person, only to find that it was a child when he got closer.
Originally, on a whim, I wanted to see Venerable Master Xixin, who was not dead, but I did not expect to find a child.
Shen Xi sighed, reached out and picked up the child, his eyes stopped for a moment on the collapsed stone sword, and disappeared into the sky as a sword light.
It was not until Shen Xi's breath completely disappeared that Rong Xian walked out of the shadows.
Just as she walked to the exit, the overwhelming fire started to burn.
Through the firelight, Rong Xian faintly saw a group of men in black outside staring at Jian Zang with burning eyes.
Clearly, now is not a good time to go out.
She was standing in the fire, but the fire strangely didn't burn her at all.
Rong Xian's eyes fell on the distant sky, and a pity crossed her heart. It was a pity that she was only a little short of getting all the blood essence.
That seal just now can protect the energy of the Sword Emperor's blood essence from being spilled for ten years, so Yu Xiu, since you only have me left, you must protect the Sword Emperor blood essence for me. I will definitely go there in ten years. Take, if you lose...
A bit of cold light flashed in the eyes of the girl covered in blood, like a cold day in the 39th century, icy and icy.
The fire burned for two days and two nights, and the entire stone bridge stream was set ablaze.
After all the men in black were evacuated, Rong Xian walked out of the sword mound.
She stared at the charred corpses everywhere, not knowing what she was thinking. When she came to her senses, she had already squatted down and dug many pits, buried all the charred bones and erected a monument.
Filling in the last handful of soil, Rong Xian engraved Yu Qing's name.
"Patriarch, Yu Xiu survived, are you happy?" Rong Xian said softly to the stone tablet: "You only have such a son, and you still love him so much. Although I'm not sincere, but in the end I will protect him and live, wait for him. After stepping back here…”
Rong Xian didn't say the rest, the corners of her mouth moved, hiding the emotions in her heart.
Looking at the familiar names appearing on the tombstone, and recalling the kindness bestowed by these people during this time, Rong Xian wondered if she should apologize.
She picked up small stones from the sword tomb, took out the dagger she had taken in the pharmacy, sat on the ground without any particular attention, and spent a day and a night carving down everyone in the stone bridge stream.
She moved her fingertips, and finally carved Yu Xiu and herself into it. Everyone in the Yu clan was here, not one was lost, and none of them would be missing.
Rong Xian's eyes were gentle, she carved a small village out of stone, and put these people in it as they once lived.
She rubbed the stone carving village, the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, so that it seemed that everyone was not dead, but lived in a different form.
Looking at this small stone village, Rong Xian's icy heart suddenly stabbed.
"It turns out that I still have a heart..." Rong Xian covered her heart, her big phoenix eyes full of blankness, immersed in her own thoughts.
She had just been reborn and was still too weak. In protecting herself and the people in the village, she chose herself without hesitation.
She had been enjoying the kindness brought to her by the Yu family, but in the end she could only watch them die, her heart was undoubtedly heavy.
But reason tells her that this world is the strong prey to the weak, and the weak is the original sin. As early as when they chose to guard the sword emperor's blood, and when she was the weakest when she was the weakest, all the endings had been doomed.
They died along their predetermined fate, what does it have to do with her? It's not her hand.
Even if she didn't appear here, those who never gave up looking for the Yu family would find it here sooner or later. The only way to go is death, and the last one can't survive - nothing has changed, and she doesn't need to feel guilty, does she
No, it's not.
After living for thousands of years, she has been growing into a strong person through killing and loneliness. She knows that there is not only indifference in this world, but also kindness, love, and affection. No one has ever given her kindness, and she does not need it.
But this month in Shiqiaojian, she experienced it personally, and she felt the warmth and ease that seemed to burn people's souls, so real, so nostalgic.
Rong Xian touched the stone's hand for a while, looking at the lifelike stone figures with a hint of astonishment in her eyes.
It's only been a month of getting along. Why does she engrave everyone's voice and smile so clearly? It's just a group of weak people, so why does she remember it so clearly.
Rong Xian was silent for a long time, and dragged the small stone village into the sword tomb, guarded by Wan Jian, and no one would disturb her.
After walking out of the sword tomb, she came to the cemetery, leaned on the tombstone of Caiyi, closed her eyes and fell asleep.
She hasn't rested for the past few days. Not only is she in a tense state, but she doesn't even care about the injuries on her body. She has not sleepless to bury the people in Shiqiaojian for safety, and carve everyone down.
Now that the man in black will not come again, everything is over, let her rest for a while, just for a while.
Not long after Rong Xian fell asleep, a young man in a purple robe walked in slowly.
Seeing the thick smoke coming from here, he was startled and walked in quickly.
When he came here 20 years ago, although there were restrictions, he could clearly see the satisfaction of being self-sufficient and living and working in peace and contentment through the restrictions.
The people here are very simple and live happily. Every time they see them, men feel warm in their hearts. It seems that all the darkness can pass, and the future will definitely be better.
Today, I wanted to take a look on a whim, but I didn't expect that this place has become a ruin.
In the once simple and lively place, there is only a dead silence, and there is no more children playing, and there is no warm scene of a family with children.
There has been a catastrophic accident here!
There was a trace of regret in the man's eyes, and he walked forward lightly.
Suddenly, his footsteps stopped, and his eyes were full of shock.
Nearly a hundred graves and tombstones were erected in the place where children once practiced martial arts. In front of the tombstone, a child seemed to be asleep.
The man looked at her hands subconsciously, and sure enough, the hands were full of mud mixed with blood. He was not sure whether the child's hands were intact. It was obvious that the tombstones here were all made by the child alone.
The child did not sleep comfortably. She seemed to feel an unfamiliar breath, and she slowly opened her eyes.
Rong Xian's clear phoenix eyes reflected the figure of the man in front of him, one side was as clean as a banished fairy, and the other side was as dirty as a beggar.
The man who suddenly appeared here was not malicious at all, and his breath was pure. After judging that this man would not pose a threat to her, Rong Xian felt relieved.
After the two looked at each other for a long time, Rong Xian leaned on the tombstone and fell asleep again, as if the just looking at each other was really just judging whether the person in front of her was in danger.
When Rong Xian closed his eyes, the man in front of him, who was afraid of scaring the child to the point of being an enemy, was stunned for a moment. He stepped forward and carefully hugged the child in his arms, and bowed his head towards the grave. , turn into light.
(End of this chapter)