Frost and snow

The old man sighed, and continued to walk back along the bluestone road.In the past 40 years, he dragged his body and wandered through many cities alone, met many people who practiced immortality, and heard many bizarre stories.

It wasn't until he met two traveling immortals that he finally pieced together the truth about Yicheng.

When he learned the truth, he laughed three times and cried a lot, and then led the two immortals back to the righteous village that had been turned into a pigsty cesspool.Xue Yang was blasted into pieces by him on the spot, and the highly poisonous pieces scattered all over the yard.After packing up the remains of the others, Xiao Wu set fire to Yizhuang, and the fire burned for a whole day and night before it was extinguished, and the stench did not fade away until a month later.

The fire and the smell attracted nearby villagers to watch.He took the opportunity to pretend to be a ghost, pretended to be an oracle, and encouraged the villagers to accumulate pig and cow dung here to suppress evil. The basement exposed after the burnt collapse happened to be used as a cesspool.

After arranging these things, he took the ashes of his brothers and sisters and started traveling around to find the truth.

After listening to his narration, the immortal in black looked around, asked the immortal in blue to play the piano and ask the spirit, and asked him where Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan were buried.

He raised his hand and pointed, and he was buried under a hill not far away.The two immortals landed together and found the mound with the wordless stele in an instant.

When he came over with a limp, he was shocked.When Ye Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan died together, if he wanted to separate them forcibly, he would destroy the corpses.In desperation, they had no choice but to bury the two of them together. After erecting a stone tablet, they realized that they didn't know their names at all, so they had to give up.

But now, the stele was pushed down and split into two halves at some point, revealing a hole in the mound of soil behind it, and the black-clothed immortal blasted open the soil layer to reveal the coffin below in a rage.The coffin was empty, except for two broken swords.A handful of frost, a handful of snow, broken into pieces, and there is no possibility of repair.

There was nothing he could do about it, so he had to take his brother and sister's ashes and half of the stele back to his hometown ten miles west of Yicheng.Since then, I have never left here.

40 years have passed, moss has grown on the stele, and the two tree species that have been sprinkled have also stood proudly.Those hatreds, remorse, and regrets will eventually disappear under the dense vegetation as he grows older.

The bright moon, the clear wind and the dawn stardust, the proud snow and frost, Song Zichen.There are no such two people in the world.