Chapter 129 Condolences (1)

At the end of the west mountain, the setting sun in the sky is like a ray of clouds, welcoming the arrival of the night in the most brilliant moment.

The entire Beiming Mountain City is bathed in the golden sunset. Each peak is like a layer of roses, and the clouds are scattered and the clouds are magnificent.

The Thirteen Peaks of the Holy City are like giants in the mountains, standing majestic on the sea of ​​clouds, surrounding the mysterious and terrifying North Sea.

Fayan Peak is located in the southeast of the Thirteen Peaks of the Holy City. It is known for its many beautiful waterfalls. Among them, the "Kinmen Waterfall" on the hillside is world-famous and enjoys the reputation of "the first waterfall in the Northland".

On the cliff hundreds of meters away from the waterfall, there is a hanging tower in the air. It is half embedded in the rugged and hard rocks, and half is flying over the deep valley, and is specially used for guests to rest on the way up the mountain.

At this moment, the leaders of major families of the Beiming Divine Palace gathered in this two-story pavilion, waiting for the ceremony to begin.

However, Luo Jia was not seen.

Luo Jia is in front of the Moon in Eshan, and she has been guarding here without leaving. Ten days have passed, thirty days have passed, and one hundred days have passed, regardless of day, night, morning and evening, no matter the rising and falling of the moon, no matter the sudden rain and scorching sun, he has never left.

Since she was very young, Eshanyue often hugged her on her knees and told stories that she didn't know what books she saw.

The embrace of Eshan Moon is warm and soft, the sound of Eshan Moon is soft and beautiful, and the breath of Eshan Moon is soothing and fragrant. In her story, there are always heroic warriors and beautiful and elegant women. They are always a pair that is envied and praised by the world, and can always defeat the evil banshee and the vicious demons and live a happy and fulfilling life.

But Luo Jia is Luo Jia. She never takes the story seriously, and she never regards the beauty that only exists in the dream world as reality.

Some things are destined to happen, and some people are destined to be unable to avoid them.

I know you will be sad, I know you will be depressed, I know you will go crazy, but there is always something called "destiny" in the dark, waiting for you to fall into the trap forever.

Luo Jia understood this truth a long time ago. She imagined herself as a gust of wind, and wanted to use all her strength to break open a door and rush out to close her room. Luo Jia called "disobedience", resisting her life, and fighting against God. Such a person must die miserably!

"There's no way, Sister Yue." Luo Jia sat cross-legged in front of the tomb of Yue in Eshan and said to herself softly: "I know that we are just mortals after all, and there are too many things that cannot be dissolved and cannot be forgotten. In the end, even if we are a moth, we will pounce on that little bit of light even if we know we are dead."

She picked up a bottle of wine placed beside her, which contained most of the bottle of wine, which was given by Mo Jingxuan.

Mo Jingxuan only sat here with her for a while, but brought a lot of news.

Luo Jia heard it very clearly. His focus was to persuade himself to change his mind, put the overall situation first, and shake hands with Ni Tiangao and speak out to fight the enemy together.

——Just, why should I help Ni Tiangao? Luo Jia asked Mo Jingxuan.

Mo Jingxuan smiled and said, "Drinking, drinking."

So the two of them drank silently for a while, and then Mo Jingxuan got up and left.

"Three years have passed, nothing has changed. I feel relieved." Mo Jingxuan left such a sentence before leaving.

"Nonsense! Of course I have changed, and I have changed a lot." Luo Jia told Mo Jingxuan in her heart, "I not only found Chu Tian, ​​but also left him by my side."

She brought the bottle to her lips, took a slight sip, and looked at the words on the tombstone of Eshan Yue in a daze.

The tombstone was erected by Youqi, and its style is as simple and elegant as the person of Eshan Yue. There are only six simple words engraved on the stele: "Tomb of Youshi Mountain Moon", and there is no signature of the stele by the stele, nor the time to erect the stele.

"One day, I will go with her." That's what Youqiren said.

Eshan Yue did not drink wine during her lifetime, but Youaoshan was addicted to alcohol. There were too many differences between him and her, but he was destined to be entangled with each other for a lifetime.

Suddenly, a hand stretched out from behind Luo Jia and gently took away the bottle of wine from her hand.

Luo Jia didn't move. The man walked up and sat cross-legged beside her, hugged her, and drank silently.

"The person I should hate the most in this world is her. But strangely, I would rather she be alive."

The drinking man seemed to be talking to himself, his eyes staring at the tombstone of Eshan Yue, revealing an indescribable complexity.

"Aoshan comes here to accompany me and Sister Yue every day, and sometimes it feels like he's back a long time ago."

Luo Jia asked slowly, "Chu Tian, ​​if you were given a chance to start over, would you be willing to live again?"

"I don't know." Chu Tian said softly: "I don't think about such illusory things. Instead of seeking troubles, it's better to live in the present."

Luo Jia smiled and shook her head, leaning on Chu Tian's arms with a hint of resentment, and said, "This question is not as illusory as you imagined. If you asked and answered, I would say this: For you, I am willing to endure the suffering of reincarnation for life. If God really let me start over, I would love you more than this time, and cherish the opportunity to be with you more than the last time. Pighead, it took so long that I thought of coming to see me today. How did you do it?"

"Well...oh!" Chu Tian responded, and looked a little helpless in the face of Luo Jia's sudden and affectionate questioning. "I...I found the suicide note, Mrs. You committed suicide."

Luo Jia didn't say anything, and the smile on her lips gradually became stiff and bitter. She took the wine bottle and raised her head and swallowed it.

"In a while, there will be a big battle in Lingyun Pavilion." Chu Tian continued again.

"You look more cute when you don't speak." Luo Jia put the bottle to Chu Tian's mouth. Rather than feeding him to drink, she wanted this guy to shut up.

Chu Tian suddenly understood Luo Jia's mood. Even if the world would shake the earth in the next moment, Eshan Yue, who had already gone to another world, did not need to talk about fighting and killing with others. Luo Jia knew about her. So she sat there, watched the sunset with her and waited for the darkness.

Luo Jia's personality has always been aggressive and dared to act, and she doesn't even take her brother Ni Tiangao seriously. But she is such a person. In front of Eshanyue, she will always be a little girl who can worry about her little things, without forcing herself to pretend to be a strong man.

"What is it said in the suicide note?" Luo Jia suddenly asked.

"Sitting on the railing, listening deeper and broken, the heart becomes ashes; how can you think of it? The lonely man comes and goes alone, lonely and cold; the dream of Qi is like smoke, who remembers it like the beautiful years of water, the man is indifferent. The moon in the mountains is the last writing..."

Chu Tian's voice was low, and he slowly read the content of Eshanyue's suicide note.

Luo Jia was speechless after hearing this for a long time, and slowly sprinkled the remaining half of the bottle of wine in front of the Moon in Eshan, and a strong fragrance filled the air.

A hazy mist was quietly covered in her bright eyes, and the corners of her lips were almost imperceptibly touching, as if she was restraining herself from sobing.

"If you want to cry, she won't mind."

"Follower." Luo Jia raised her face and looked at the sky where the dusk was drooping, but she didn't know whether it was talking about the moon in Eshan or Chutian.

"There are gods three feet above my head." Chu Tian said: "When I was a child, my grandfather often taught me this sentence, but now I am increasingly doubting whether it is true?"

"Let me tell you, Pig Head." Luo Jia gradually calmed down and replied: "There is no such thing as good or evil in the world. All the standards for distinguishing are made up by some ulterior motives. However, because of their clever means and the ability to make some messy nonsense, they deceived many people. What is the way of doing things for heaven and being rude? In fact, one moment, another moment, just find reasons for some nonsense people..."

Speaking of this, the corners of her lips were gently raised, revealing a hint of sarcasm.

"There is no good or evil in the way. Just like the wine in this bottle, it is just an existence. So don't expect God to discover with conscience, eliminate violence, safeguard good, punish evil and promote good. It will always follow its own laws, like sunrise and sunset, it will naturally do nothing."

"The Tao has no good or evil, so there is no way to do it--" Chu Tian stared at the empty wine bottle in Luo Jia's hand and chewed this sentence carefully. Many ideas and thoughts that have been slowly formed over a long period of time were subverted and shattered.

"Yes, that's it." Luo Jia gently shook the empty wine bottle and continued, "Otherwise, those bastards who do evil can cultivate the right fruit and become a feather and ascend to heaven? Whether it is good or dislike, it is the same in the eyes of God. What is the great way? The great way is an illusory thing, no god, no consciousness, no joy or anger."

"So what are we doing good for?"

"No," Luo Jia gently stroked Chu Tian's forehead with her slender hands, with a hazy fluorescent white light, and her voice was like a dream, saying, "Don't do something because of 'why'. Follow the guidance of your heart, your heart will not deceive you. It knows what is right and what is wrong."

Chu Tian stopped asking questions, closed his eyes and sat silently, as if he had entered a state of meditation.

Luo Jia smiled softly, looked at the tombstone and said, "Sister Yue, I'm leaving. There are still many things to do, but I haven't figured out how to do it yet. No matter what, your spirit in heaven needs to protect me."

"Bang bang bang--" A series of firework signals rose from the direction of Lingyun Pavilion, and the colorful light bloomed in the deep clouds in the evening.

The decisive battle has begun.

"It's not dark yet - I really can't stand these guys, one of them can't hold back."

Luo Jia frowned, glanced at Chu Tian, ​​who seemed to be unaware of it, put aside the empty wine bottle and stood up and headed towards Lingyun Pavilion to the wind.

After all, I couldn't watch the sunset with him.

The melee came without warning. If you insist on finding a fuse from the chaotic and chaotic situation, you can only say that it starts with a light and thin tea cup.

Throwing the cup is a sign, which is the secretly agreed upon by the five masters of Ni Tiangao, Xuan Longyu, Youqi Ren, E Fangying and Mo Jingxuan.

The news is conveyed by Chu Tian; time chooses to pay condolences when everyone is about to set off to Eshan Yue Tomb.

From the moment Xuan Longyu, Yan Xipo, Geshu Xiaomeng and Yin Shengdao stepped into Lingyun Pavilion, Youqiren always held an inconspicuous blue and white porcelain tea cup in his hands.

Because it was the festival of Eshan Yue, although Lingyun Pavilion was filled with all the heads of the thirteenth family, no one talked loudly and even coughed and even covered his mouth and gently came.

Everyone sat in the pavilion in groups to greet with tea. The scene was extremely subtle. Except for a few people who were kept in the dark, everyone was waiting for something.

There will always be people who will take the lead. If it is not this point, it will be in the next second.

At this time, Mrs. Gu walked up to the second floor and whispered in Youqi's ear: "Second Young Master, it's almost dark."

Youqi Ren didn't say anything, looked out the window. The Kinmen Waterfall on the opposite cliff rumbled and rumbling like thousands of giant dragons swooping down from the sky, and the thick mist was rendered blood-red under the setting sun.

It was almost dark, but there was no news about Youao Mountain.

Youqi slowly moved his gaze and looked at Li Xuanqiu, who was sitting beside Ni Tiangao, closing his eyes to rest. From the other party's haggard face, there was no clue.

On the other side, Xuan Longyu, Yin Shengdao, Yan Xipo, Geshu Xiaomeng were gathered together to chat in a low voice. Ji Shangxuan, the head of the Jishi family, played chess with Leng Yuechan, bored.

Further apart, Mo Jingxuan and An Yujing, the representative of the Anshi family, stood side by side on the corridor outside, looking at the Kinmen Waterfall under the afterglow of the sunset.

Youqi retracted his gaze and looked at E Fangying, and saw his father-in-law nodding to him.

"Call someone to prepare." Youqiren ordered Mrs. Gu to stand up slowly.

Seeing Youqi stand up, the heads of the major families stopped their actions if they had a tacit understanding.

More than a dozen eyes focused on Youqiren. He picked up the cup and smiled slightly, "Tonight is the 100-day festival of Zhujing. I am grateful for the blessings of Qi. I will use tea instead of wine to thank you for your love again."

He drank the fragrant tea that had already cooled down in his cup in one sip, looked around at everyone, and said in a deep voice: "Let's start now!"
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