422 Two People Buried Together (1/2)

The lake water ripples gently, spreading and echoing.

Nangong Yiren looked at the sketch of the lake drawn by the dwarf on the ground, biting her lip and then taking a few steps forward...

But when I walked to the lake, the footsteps stopped again.

After a long silence, she finally did not choose to go to the lake.

From the description of the dwarf, she can at least be clear. Qin Feng should be doing something very important at this time. If she goes to the lake, she will definitely disturb him.

She understands that, but she was worried and anxious. Nangong Yiren sat down on the lakeside grass, holding her hands around her knees, and staring at the lake.

At the same time.

The other side of this yin world, Yun Shui world of the Yang world.

The Kunlun Mountains, between the incomplete Kunlun peaks at this moment, have melodious and mournful bells echoing intermittently. Even the falling snow is filled with a sense of sadness.

The top of Tianqiong Peak.

In front of the grave, the side engraved with' Han Xiu's beloved wife's tomb, Xia Zhirou' tombstone. At that time, another tombstone was erected,' the tomb of Han Xiu, the seventy-second generation leader of Kunlun'.

Han Xiu ruined his own body, and he also protected Qin Feng with his sword, and his soul flew away, leaving no trace.

At last…

Only Xia Zhirou's gift, his favorite peach flute, was buried in Xia Zhirou's tomb. The two ... were buried together.

In front of the two gravestones, Yunling is dressed in mourning. She doesn't know why. Her heart hurts. It hurts … It hurts so much that she can't breathe.

What is this feeling... Why is it so painful...

There is sluggishness in the eyes, and she was sitting on her knees in front of the tomb.

There is also a girl, Yue Ying, the only disciple of Han Xiu.

Also wearing mourning clothes, he knelt beside Yunling and looked at Han Xiu's tombstone. Tears streamed down her face.

Perhaps it is because of Han Xiu's guilt about Yun Ling that he has treated his only female disciple as his own daughter for decades.

For Yue Ying, Han Xiu is like a father to her.

Behind the two women were all the elders and deacons of the Kunlun Mountains, and around Tianqiong Peak were 80,000 Kunlun disciples, all with white linen bands tied to their heads, looking sad one by one.

The wine madman stood at the front of the Kunlun cultivators. At this moment, he is no longer slovenly. The slag was completely scraped clean, loose hair is already clean corset, wearing a green-gold brocade robe, this is Kunlun pavilion Lord's clothing.

He watched the two stone tablets in front of the tomb.

The two men, one is his brother who grew up together and goes through fire and water, and the other is a woman whom he loved all his life without regret.

This is him...

The two most important people in this world.

However, now both of them have left him.

In his eyes, there seems to be a scene from one hundred years ago ...

Fenghua peach forest, he and Han Xiu went to find Ouyang Shaoqin, At that time...the two brothers saw Xia Zhirou for the first time. She was so beautiful, just a glance, the brothers are stunned at the same place.

A white skirt, lying on the peach blossom branches, corners of the mouth with a little smile, turned her head and talked.

”If you have guests coming from afar, you should greet them with good wine.”

Xia Zhirou's words are still clear in his ears.

He and Han Xiu, both at that moment, identified the woman as their ”the one” in their life.

”Brother, you used to take a step earlier than me. Now it is still a step earlier than me. You can stay with her. You know... I, I am envious.”

Muttering to himself, the wine madman took a deep breath and closed his eyes. The red eyes had a drop of tears.

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