Tomb robbing: only one person can do it

Zhang Qiling looked at the stone statue with a blank look in his eyes.

Three days was too short, so short that she left before he understood.

That was the person who brought him into this world, and he was also the only person in the world besides Qing Huai who cared about him.

Thinking of those three days of holding hands tightly, the weak pulse and the warmth from his mother, he wished for the first time that the time could be longer, but after all, it was a fantasy.

Zhang Qiling was so lonely and helpless at the moment, and the snow was falling on him.

An unspeakable pain surged into his heart, and Zhang Qiling couldn't help but kneel on the ground. At this moment, he understood what thinking was and what missing was, but he had lost his mother forever.

Both Zhang Qiling and the stone statue shed tears.

Qinghuai couldn't tell for a moment whether those were tears or melted snow.

Qinghuai thought he finally understood what was different about his little brother. It took the Zhang family more than ten years to turn him into an emotionless person, but Baima, his mother only took him three days to make him learn it. 'Thinking' awakened my little brother's heart which had been dusty for a long time.

The little brother is no longer an emotionless stone. He can also cry, miss, and be reluctant to forget the people he loves.

My little brother is destined to live in this world for a long, long, long time. His fate with too many people is destined to live and die like a mayfly.

What is death? ?Will Xie, Pangpang, Xiaohua and Heixiazi also die?

Qinghuai couldn't help but think about it. He and Junyue Qingyun had lived for so long that their memories were blurred.

After staying here for a short period of time, Qinghuai followed his brother and left. Qinghuai looked back at the temple that gradually turned into a black spot, feeling a little complicated.

Qinghuai grabbed his brother's hand and glanced up casually. He seemed to see someone who was extremely surprised. He stood there blankly.

Zhang Qiling felt Qinghuai's pause. Although he didn't know why Qinghuai stopped, he also stopped and stood quietly.

At this time, Junyue was walking slowly towards Qinghuai, his eyes were still as cold as ice, and his whole body exuded an aura that was inaccessible to strangers.

Why did Junyue appear here?

Qinghuai didn't know either, so he called Junyue abruptly, but Junyue showed no emotion and walked straight past Qinghuai.

Passing by Zhang Qiling, Jun Yue suddenly stopped, turned his head slightly, and his eyes fell on the slightly lonely back not far away, and he narrowed his eyes slightly.

That person just seemed a little strange.

Seeing Jun Yue's back walking further and further away, Qinghuai couldn't help but shout loudly: "Jun Yue——"

Qinghuai wanted to give it a try. He felt that if it were Junyue, there would be a way to save Baima.

Jun Yue turned around sharply, with a hint of dreamlike confusion in his eyes. He whispered to himself, as if he was thinking about something: "Why did I seem to...hear Qinghuai's voice just now? Illusion?"

"We must find the Zanghai Flower as soon as possible..."

Although Qingyun told him to keep an eye on Qinghuai, the Tibetan Sea Flower is special. If it is not protected by a steady stream of spiritual power, it will lose its medicinal properties, so he can only find it himself.

He searched through the inherited memories. The hidden sea flower can numb the pain of any living creature. For the sake of a hundred years from now, he must find it as soon as possible.

Lama Temple——

Junyue looked at the sleeping woman in front of him. This woman was different from the Tibetans around her. She seemed to have special blood power.

"Was this woman dug out from under the ice in the Zanghai Flower Field?" Junyue asked lightly.

An elderly lama stood a few steps forward, bowed slightly and said, "Yes, why does the distinguished guest come to the Tibetan Sea Flower?"

"It has nothing to do with you, you just need to lead the way." Jun Yue looked a little confused after finishing speaking.

This woman had been dead for some time, and her body's incorruptibility may be due to the medicinal properties of the Tibetan sea flower. Why did these old lamas not bury her but put her in this house?

Junyue squinted his eyes and focused on the woman. For a long time, a charming smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

interesting--

"Are you planning to bury it?" Junyue looked at the things outside the house and asked casually.

The old lama bowed his head and said calmly: "Yes."

Jun Yue raised his eyebrows, a hint of amusement flashed across his cold eyes, and he suddenly laughed: "No need, you can continue to bury her in the Zanghai Flower Field."

Except for the old lama, the other lamas were slightly surprised and didn't understand what Jun Yue meant by this.

The old lama had known Junyue since he was a child. When he saw Junyue again, looking at his face that had not changed for decades, he understood that Junyue was not simple. If he could help Pema, the old lama thought for a while and then answered. Sounds good.

Junyue stood next to Baima, and touched Baima's forehead lightly with his fingertips. A faint red light flashed across Baima's forehead. Junyue held a purple pill on his finger. That pill The medicine glowed slightly with purple light, and its elixir body flashed with delicate and complex runes.

Junyue put the purple elixir into Baima's mouth. After doing all this, he smiled incredulously.

Jun Yue didn't care about the woman's life or death. As for why he wanted to help her, he found that there seemed to be a trace of cause and effect between himself and the woman. He couldn't understand the reason, he could only see it superficially.

Junyue is very curious about what this trace of cause and effect is? And why did it come? After all, it was his first time seeing this woman, so he was really curious and wanted to find out more.

As for whether she can survive, it depends on the woman herself. If she dies, she can't blame him.

Real world Tamudu——

Junyue sat on the top of the cliff, staring at the lush ancient forest in front of him.

"Da da da..." A sound of footsteps broke the tranquility.

"This is my first time seeing you like this."

Hearing the sound, Jun Yue had no reaction. Looking at the green forest sea in front of him, Jun Yue sneered and said, "Why, I don't plan to continue being Lin Yue."

"I am not Lin Yue. If it weren't for Lin Yue, why would I have to pretend to be a woman for hundreds of years." Ji Ling sat next to Jun Yue and looked into the distance indifferently.

"Ha..." Jun Yue lowered his head slightly and said softly: "Do you want to go and see her? After all, she is your mother."

"No need..." Ji Ling lowered her eyes slightly, with a hint of melancholy in her eyes, and said after a long time: "When she trapped me in that sarcophagus, she was no longer my mother."

Hearing this, Jun Yue looked at Ji Ling with a flash of understanding, then turned to look at the cliff several feet below him. He said thoughtfully: "Maybe... she can't help it."

Ji Ling did not speak, and her originally melancholy eyes turned into a kind of sleepwalking doubt, and then his tone was mixed with a hint of anger: "No matter what the reason is, I will not forgive her."

After Ji Ling finished speaking, he stood up. After taking a few steps, he suddenly stopped. He tilted his head slightly and murmured: "Brother... thank you very much."

The wind blew gently, and those two words lingered in my ears, like a gentle breeze. Although it was a gentle word, it entered Junyue's ears, and his heart couldn't help but flutter slightly.

There was silence in the ancient forest, with only the gentle breeze blowing on the branches, leaving behind a whirling sound. In the deep mountains and old forests, snakes, insects, birds and beasts are all looking for food, resting and playing, forming a vivid picture.

Junyue couldn't help but think of Qinghuai's figure in his mind, and he suddenly felt heart-piercing and unspeakable pain. Tears surged out uncontrollably and dripped on the black brocade, leaving a large water stain.

Jun Yue no longer looks like an ordinary person. At this moment, his long hair is slightly curled and falling like a dark red waterfall. His pupils are as strange and charming as red jewels, and he is as dazzling as a peerless fairy in the world.

"It turns out... these are tears." Jun Yue looked at the crystal tears on his fingertips, and the light in his eyes seemed to be eclipsed. He whispered to himself: "It turns out that when the pain is extreme, tears will flow."

Junyue clenched his fists tightly, trying to suppress the pain in his heart. He could hardly breathe under the weight of endless regret.

"I... personally pushed you to someone else!"

Thinking of the scene he saw in Shuiyue Wuhen, Junyue collapsed silently, with unspeakable pain in his voice: "Every gain must be a loss, haha..."

Junyue thought of Qingyun's words. He was supposed to be a dying person, and coming back from the dead was going against nature. Is losing Qinghuai the price he had to pay?

But the price is too heavy——

In the past, because Qinghuai's soul was incomplete, Junyue always believed that for Qinghuai, Zhang Qiling was no different from him. Qinghuai had no desire or pursuit, no love and no hatred. Qinghuai could not understand love, so how could he treat Zhang Qiling? So smart and emotional.

But now Jun Yue has realized that it's not that Qinghuai doesn't understand love, it's that he failed to make Qinghuai fall in love with him.

There was silence in the ancient forest. No living creature dared to move. They were all frightened and did not dare to move. They were all frightened by this terrible sadness.

The cockscomb snakes deep in the forest all raised their heads and looked somewhere.

Their king is mourning -

Note: The son of King Mu of Zhou was originally named Ji Huanhu, but he changed his name to Ji Ling to make it easier to remember.