My male god is too omnipotent

There was no Ching Ming Festival in the Nine Xia Dynasty.But there is a Remembrance Day.It is said that the former princess and her son-in-law were deeply in love with each other, and the son-in-law died in battle. Therefore, the princess would worship the son-in-law every year on this day to reminisce about the past. Sweetheart.Later, because the princess was originally a heroine who won the hearts of the people, and the son-in-law was also a rare hero. The two of them played harmoniously and made a lot of contributions to the country. Princess, but the scope is extended to relatives, friends, lovers, ancestors and even soldiers who died in the country.In this regard, Yijun Festival is similar to Ching Ming Festival.

Carrying a pot of tea, Qin Jiu came to a deserted tomb with only the words "Tomb of Ling Zhao" on it.In Luo Lingzhao's previous life, he was called Ling Zhao, surnamed Ling, and named Zhao.It's just that when he was in the rivers and lakes, most people called him "Young Master", and in court, he was often called "Master", and those with a little friendship called him "Clumsy Chen", and the elders called him "Xiao Zhaoer". Someone called him Ling Zhao.And Qin Jiu is an important one among the few people.Qin Jiu is a few years older than Ling Zhao. The two have a good relationship, and both have high martial arts skills. They are rare young talents, but they are very low-key, and few people know that these two are life-and-death friends.Even Ling Zhao's temperament was taught by Qin Jiu.Qin Jiu has always attached great importance to this friend, but never thought that the young man who once sat on the ground with him and drank happily, chose such a road, a road to hell and no return, out of love.

Qin Jiu sat half-kneeling in front of Ling Zhao's tomb, poured a cup of tea on the ground, then smiled slightly, and said, "Ling Zhao, tell me, are you a handsome young man raised in a noble family? Ah, most of them like wine, especially young knights, they all like spirits, but you are the most different——" Qin Jiu seemed to think of something, and took a sip of tea, "I don't know how your mother taught you, But you prefer green tea, even wine, the soft and long taste is the most to your liking..."

Qin Jiu caressed the exquisite teapot with his white hand like jade, and he sighed quietly: "When I gave you the piano skills, you first proposed to play music with water, and you said that you have made some small achievements. After some competitions, I even said that I want to be my teacher. Now, I have learned the method of playing music, and I have gained a little bit, and my martial arts have also improved to a higher level, but you are not keeping promises, but you are no longer here... "

Qin Jiu recalled the scene back then——At that time, the leader of the Demon Cult was very attentive to his lovely wife. Seeing the first child, Ling Zhao's mother was very excited, and she wanted to train Ling Zhao to be a son of the family.Although the leader doesn't like these tedious things, he still finds a teacher for Ling Zhao to learn the rhythm—Qin Jiu.Qin Jiu is a young genius, very gentle, but also very stubborn.He didn't like Ling Zhao very much at first. Apart from being naughty, Ling Zhao really didn't look like a child of the world. He was soft-tempered, and knew a lot about etiquette, like a young master of a rich family. He seemed incompatible with this heroic world.But Ling Zhao is very attentive, even though Ling Zhao has no interest in rhythm.

Ling Zhao's technique is not as good as Qin Jiu's, but the tunes he played, even if they are out of tune, still have a bit of coolness and agility, like the mist in autumn, the ice spring in the mountains, hazy, It is close at hand, but it makes people feel a little cold in the bones.Then he gradually accepted this little apprentice, who was also his partner.

Then suddenly one day, Ling Zhao and him played the piano and sang in the mountain stream, Ling Zhao fiddled with the spring water, the jingle ding dong dong was quite melodious.Ling Zhao suddenly had a whim: "Qin Jiu, tell me, wouldn't it be beautiful if we could play music with water? Interesting?" Qin Jiu could only smile helplessly at that time: "Then your martial arts are very high. Otherwise , and can only play a few fragmentary notes.” Ling Zhao was full of fighting spirit: “Hmph, I’ve thought about it a long time ago. When the time comes, we will have a competition, playing music with water, and the loser will win. I call him Master!" Qin Jiu had no choice but, as Ling Zhao grew up, he felt more like a friend and partner towards him as a teacher. ",none of them.What did he say then?Oh, he replied with a smile: "Okay!" Then there was another conversation.

But he never expected the destruction of Ling Zhao's family and the Demon Cult.It's like Ling Zhao himself didn't think about it.

He met Ling Zhao - at his parents' funeral.At that time, Ling Zhao's eyes were empty and blank, but he arranged everything in an orderly manner.After all, it was still the Demon Cult, and very few people came.Afterwards he asked Ling Zhao about his future plans, and Ling Zhao just forced a smile: "It's okay. I'll go find other people and bring back all the disciples of the Devil's Sect who are away." Qin Jiu didn't know how to comfort Ling Zhao, so she could only remain silent.

Later, there was no news from Ling Zhaoyao, and even the remaining members of the Demon Cult were nowhere to be found.

Until that day——Qin Jiu gently plucked the strings: "Ling Zhao, do you know? How shocked I was when I heard that the new prime minister was called Ling Zhao? I also used many people, and in the end, it was you. I At that time, I was really angry and happy—" He still remembered that after learning the news, he was both happy that Ling Zhao was still alive and living a better life than anyone else, but also angry that Ling Zhao didn't tell him anything However, Qi Lingzhao wanted to go to the imperial court and was restrained.But he never saw Ling Zhao.

Later he went to the capital——Ling Zhao was there.At that time, Ling Zhao was tall and tall, and his brows and eyes were much warmer, but with a hint of aura, and then he found that the young man who used to talk and laugh wantonly could not go back.Ling Zhao's every move is reassuring, and he is still as casual as before, but he just reminisces about the past and keeps silent about the affairs of the court and his experiences.Ling Zhao played the qin, but Qin Jiu could hear the endless profundity and inescapable shackles from it.He didn't speak—Ling Zhao is no longer a Jianghu person, he must be cautious in his words and deeds—it was the first time Qin Jiu realized this so clearly.

The last time I saw Ling Zhao was after Ling Zhao left the court.

Although Ling Zhao was still handsome, there was a faint look of decay.Ling Zhao still smiled gracefully, but felt a little more relieved.Ling Zhao talked about his experience in detail, and then talked about the current emperor—"Ling Zhao, do you still remember that when you talked about the emperor, you were full of tenderness, nostalgia, and affection. Maybe you didn't realize it—" ——I don’t understand what that kind of emotion is called. Not long after that, you still left after all, but you couldn’t compete with me.” Qin Jiu’s eyes gradually darkened, “When I arrange the funeral for you , I met that man—the one you said you were most sorry for. I told him your experience, told him 'Ling Zhao didn't hurt you because he was reluctant', and then, you know? Red, but calm like a puppet, a few years later, the emperor died. At that time, I became a family, and I realized that that kind of feeling is a deeper liking, but not love. Both of you silently like each other without knowing it."

Qin Jiu finally stroked a song, replacing the qin with tea.The tone seems to be fragmented, but it makes people feel the faint hope.Qin Jiu smiled: "Ling Zhao, look, I have already met. I hope that one day, we can compare with the last time." Qin Jiu seemed to have traveled through time and space, and saw a young man wearing an unfamiliar costume but with the same eyebrows and eyes, staring at him. Looking at him, slightly stunned, beside him is a man who once made him hate to the bone.

Qin Jiu smiled, as bright as the first rain after the rain: "I see. Ling Zhao, your disciples of the Devil's Cult gave up revenge and lived a carefree life. Then, as the young master, you should be even more happy..."

The author has something to say:

It's a bit sad, and I don't know if I have written that kind of sad and relieved feeling.Please make up the story of Qin Jiu and Ling Zhao by yourself~

In short, everyone should cherish the people in front of you. While remembering the dead, you should cherish the people in front of you even more.This is Tuanzi's own personal perception. If you cherish more, you may have less regret in the future.

A little knowledge of popular science: collapse (cu, two tones), refers to the death of ancient emperors.

Another: Playing music with water, in fact, there are similar ones in modern times, but I don’t know about the ancient words, anyway, I made it up.But the sound of water is really nice.

Finally: Every time Tuanzi publishes a new chapter, there are always a few cute babies who read it first. Are you really not bubbling?Tuanzi will be very frustrated ~ Tuanzi is actually very lonely.

Finally: Due to some special reasons, the next week or even a period of time may be interrupted or updated little, so don’t mind~ Tuanzi will make up, isn’t this chapter very long~ cute (>^ω^ <) Meow