Two days have passed, Madam Mu should have discovered from certain details that Bian Yang Hong and Wu Wu Bi are still alive, in this small courtyard.
But presumably she would not attack Bianyanghong and Wuwubi, because Chen Changsheng had already arrived, and the rift within the Yaozu was already extremely deep.
Unless she really started to go crazy, she didn't care that the Yaozu burned themselves to ashes in the wildfire of the civil war.
The river wind swayed the leaves in the Tianshu Temple, making a rustling sound, and then fell into the quiet courtyard, which was very real.
Such a quiet moment is very suitable for chatting or explaining something.
Especially at this time, Bian Yanghong used some means to make Wu Wubi fall asleep.
Chen Changsheng asked: "Senior, what do you want to leave behind? Or what do you want us to do?"
Bie Yanghong said: "In the past, I thought that there would be blood descendants, but now that there are no more, there is no need to say anything."
When he said this, his expression was very calm, and his tone was very indifferent, but anyone could hear the deep pain hidden inside.
A generation of mainland powerhouses had no one to die when they were dying, and seeing their son's death ahead of time was hard for anyone to bear.
Chen Changsheng said: "It's also good to leave some of your past thoughts to the world."
Many people know that Bie Yanghong is a scholar who was born in the Wanshou Pavilion in Xiling, but his life experience and journey of cultivation have always been a mystery.
"Which aspect of my past do people most want to know?"
Bie Yanghong took a look at Wu Wubi, and said with emotion: "Probably why you want to marry her."
Chen Changsheng thought about it, and said honestly, "It's true that many people don't understand."
"Although no one has ever dared to mention this matter in front of our husband and wife, I know that there have been gossip about this in many taverns and inns in the world, and some storytellers have even helped us think of many bizarre stories and conceived them for me. In many situations, the other person in the story is really miserable, even I sympathize with it... "
Bie Yanghong continued with a smile, "It's all fake, there are so many unavoidable things in life, let alone a person like me."
Chen Changsheng thought to himself that this is indeed the truth. A strong man in the sacred domain possesses unimaginable strength and power, and he is not much different from an emperor. How could he endure it for so many years because of some unavoidable circumstances.
Bie Yanghong said: "This story is really much simpler than you think. When I was young, my family was poor. I had to be taken in by my teacher and brought up. I grew up with my junior sister. She respected me and loved me. There was never anything that made me feel sad. Where things are unpleasant, I naturally love her and pity her, and when I am a little older, I will naturally marry her."
Chen Changsheng never expected that this story would be so simple.
Bie Yanghong continued: "Although she was indeed not what she is now when I married her, but when you think about it carefully, it's not my fault."
Chen Changsheng said: "If that's the case, senior, your arrogance towards her is indeed equal to evil."
Bie Yanghong said: "So I'm not a gentleman, nor a good person."
Chen Changsheng still couldn't accept it, and said, "I still think this is wrong."
Bie Yanghong looked at him and said, "If your wife treats you very well, but has a very bad temper and is even a villain, what would you do?"
This question seems to be easy to answer, but it is extremely complicated when you think about it in depth. Chen Changsheng has never thought about this aspect before, so he naturally doesn't know the answer.
Unlimited Bi just woke up at this time, and when she heard this sentence, she naturally thought that Bian Yanghong was talking about herself.
She suddenly became angry and cursed: "I just killed a few scumbags who disrespected the elders, so is it a big treachery? You heartless thing!"
The silence in the small courtyard was suddenly broken, and everything seemed so chaotic.
Bian Yanghong didn't explain anything, looked at her very seriously but said very gently: "Don't do this kind of thing in the future, okay?"
Like the day before yesterday, Wu Wanbi became flustered again, and said nazily: "Didn't I promise you already, why keep mentioning these things?"
Bie Yanghong looked at her and smiled and said, "Junior Sister, I'm sorry I can't accompany you anymore."
Infinite Bi panicked even more, reached out and grabbed his clothes, and said sharply, "What nonsense are you talking about!"
Bie Yanghong sighed, and said, "I'm not talking nonsense."
Infinity Bi's face turned pale, his tongue got stuck because of nervousness, and his speech became a little staccato: "Then you can't talk nonsense."
Bie Yanghong said, "I'm not talking nonsense."
Unlimited Bi shouted in horror: "I won't let you go, otherwise... otherwise I'll cut off Guan Bai's hand too! Otherwise... I'll join the Demon Race!"
"I once thought about asking His Excellency the Pope to take me away and leave you a letter of divorce. But I know you can still guess that I'm dead, so it's better to say it..."
Bie Yanghong touched her face pitifully, and said, "Because you know I won't want you."
Xuanyuan Po stood by the door and kept wiping his tears with his sleeves, but he couldn't wipe them clean.
He didn't understand these things very well, but he just felt that the words of the senior were very sad.
"Can I trouble you to buy some buns?"
Bie Yanghong looked at him with some embarrassment and said, "I want to eat the stuffed beef with chopped green onion."
Xuanyuan Po was startled, and hurriedly ran out of the small courtyard, completely ignoring that he had just recovered from a serious injury and was still very weak.
In the morning mist and steam, he ran towards Huji Steamed Bun Shop, full of regret, thinking how come he didn't see that senior wanted to eat beef buns a few days ago
Xuanyuan Po returned to the small courtyard with a whole drawer of steamed stuffed buns under the escort of more than a dozen priests and experts from the Xiong clan.
This drawer of buns is still hot, if you tear off the soft bun skin, you can smell the aroma of beef, green onion and red oil.
It is a pity that it is late.
Bie Yanghong closed his eyes and was out of breath.
Xuanyuan Po froze, the steamer in his arms was steaming, it floated towards the dark sky, and landed on his face, a little hot and a little wet.
Chen Changsheng lowered his head silently, his fingers falling beside him trembled slightly, and the sword in its sheath vibrated slightly.
Xuanyuan Po knelt in front of Bie Yanghong, put the drawer of buns in front of him, then respectfully kowtowed a few times, tears streaming down his face.
Infinity Bi didn't pay attention to anything, she stared blankly at Bie Yanghong, her eyes gradually became loose, and her body was shaking.
Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang! The bell rang in Tianshu Temple.
Infinity Bi came to his senses, his eye circles turned red, his lips trembled slightly, and he finally understood what had happened.
A mournful cry sounded in the small courtyard.
Chen Changsheng walked outside the courtyard, listening to the bells from the Tianshu Temple, he remembered the night before the death of Archbishop Meilisha.
There were also bells in Kyoto that night.
Is the bell really the signal to go home
Is Xinghai really the hometown of all spirits
High or low, beautiful or ugly
like crying
No matter how ugly it sounds, is it so sad
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