[Liu Li Meiren Sha] I am awakened by the double standard brothers every day

[eight hundred and five]

Plain clothes are collected and buried, and buried in peace.Haochen's funeral was very well organized, the head of the sect mourned in person, the junior sister threw the ghost, and the widow thanked the gift. He did everything well, and no one could fault it.

"Shouyang Peak will be your home from now on. I have asked someone to vacate Linglong's original wing and resettle it. When the time comes, you and Xuanji will come back. Everyone will be here."

Chu Lei comforted her cautiously, pity that the head of Shaoyang, who is usually a fairy, has a hair that can't be hidden in his temples.

It's pitiful, the Xuyang Peak branch of the Shaoyang faction usually doesn't care about world affairs, only knows to hide and practice and guard the secret realm, who would have thought that they would be wiped out from top to bottom almost completely.

The widow in a plain dress was very gentle and comforted him in turn,

"Slaying demons and demons is our duty. Since my brother and I are cultivating immortals, we are naturally prepared to sacrifice our lives for righteousness. Don't worry about me, Sect Leader, I'm fine."

Where is everything going well.

The wedding night in the bridal chamber has not yet passed, and the Dragon Boat Festival has already combed the hair into a bun, and a plain white peony is sandwiched between the temples. The face is no longer a healthy pink color, and the white light under the sun seems to have been drawn away. The vitality will melt into the snow in the next moment.

These days, everyone is very careful when they see her, even the disciples who are so beautiful. It seems that all the rumors and rumors before were written off or even doubled because of Hao Chen's death. Gently, full of guilt.

Slap you first, and then give you a piece of candy. They are so different, but here they come to the same goal.

As usual, after a hasty dinner, someone came to ask the vigilante, probably because she was afraid of facing the coffin and the corpse alone at night, but the Shaoyang Jing suffered heavy losses in the past few demon attacks, and the older disciples were able to move and walk Most of them spontaneously organized a team to patrol the mountains and forests day and night, and only a few eleven or twelve-year-old disciples with puffy cheeks patted their chests and said they wanted to accompany her.

"It's so cute." Duan Wu bent down to pinch the child's face, "But senior sister won't be afraid, that's my husband, your senior brother, let senior sister accompany him again."

The dead are to be buried in the ground. Although the tomb can be swept every year, the person is never seen again.

The little disciple still doesn't fully understand the meaning of death, only to see the senior brothers who usually smile and make a lot of trouble being buried in the soil one by one, as if they have completely disappeared, which makes people sad; He also kindly let her go.

A thin coffin contained her love and hatred.

Hao Chen's body has already been taken care of by her, all the blood stains and stains have been wiped off, and he is dressed in a duck-egg green coat so that his face is not so lifeless and tired - with plain lips, eyebrows drawn, and eyelashes drooping like Just a bad dream.

Then someone knocked on the door, and she was the only one who woke up and answered the door.

The visitor was in a hurry, and he didn't forget to smile at her as he came with disheveled clothes.

"Niang Niang." He turned his head to look at the person sleeping in the coffin, seemed to be deeply moved, and comforted her,

"This is nothing more than a mortal body. If you give it up, let it go. Your husband is still alive."

"Siming Xingjun, what are you doing here?"

Si Ming's complexion brightened, and he congratulated her diligently,

"The emperor has successfully returned to the throne, and is currently nourishing his soul in the bedroom. Xiaoxian came here to pick you up, and by the way, he also took something from the mortal body."

With a smile on the face of the Dragon Boat Festival,

"You just take whatever you want, I never said I would go with you."

Si Ming is in a hurry,

"Niang Niang, you have performed the marriage ceremony with the emperor, and now you are a serious husband and wife, how can you live in the world and be a mortal?"

"I know that the empress is angry with the emperor, but the emperor needs at least a day or two to recover. One day in the sky and one year on the ground. Wouldn't that just let you keep the pain of lovesickness in vain?"

He turned around in a hurry, and the words he spoke became more and more sweet.

Duan Wu raised her face slightly and suppressed the pain welling up in her throat. She felt that these fairy words were full of hollow chills, which were bitingly cold, so she smiled coldly,

"Can't you see him, my husband is here"

She noticed the very secret embarrassment slipping across Si Ming's face, she couldn't help feeling a little pleased, she turned her head more and more, and carefully smoothed the hair of the young man sleeping in the coffin, the more she looked, the more she couldn't look away.

His name is Haochen, and he is clearly a living mortal with flesh and blood! In the past, day and night, all the time, his eyes are soft, he talks and laughs, and there is clearly an indescribable warmth between the touch of skin.

"Look at him, he has a mortal body, and there are thousands of desires and spirits in one place. This is what my heart desires and what I love."

The scene fell silent for a while, Si Ming seemed to be moved, he didn't speak, he only waited for a moment, but saw his mistress came back to her senses, turned her head and said,

"What's more, I'm going down the mountain after the funeral."

"Go down the mountain?"

Chu Lei never expected it, but it's understandable when you think about it carefully. This girl always looks calm as water, but after all, she is in such a catastrophe. I'm afraid it's hard to get over it for a while. He still has some feelings. sorry, so

"If you don't think about it again, after all, you are the only descendant of the Xuyang Peak Dao Youqing Jue, and you are the only one left in your lineage."

It was useless for him to say that, Duan Wu just blinked his eyes and showed a very ugly smile,

"But the sect master, after senior brother left, I realized that I can no longer use the Dao You Qing Jue."

Headmaster Chu finally agreed to Duan Wu's request. When he looked at this girl, he suddenly remembered the first time he saw her coming to Shouyang Peak: she was still fat and timid, but her eyes were like stars. Dazzling, grabbing Hao Chen's sleeve as if he has a bond, dare to say anything, dare to do anything.

At that time, the chirping laughter of the three little girls could be heard throughout the yard.

But now, things are different and people are different, I am afraid that Shaoyang will no longer have a place worthy of her nostalgia.

The departure of the Dragon Boat Festival was not widely publicized, the head of Chu and the elders just passed on the word very considerately, and some disciples with good relations came to her door to say goodbye to her and give her gifts.That day the sun was shining brightly and the sky was as blue as washing, and Chu Xuanji saw her little senior sister at the foot of the mountain.

Taking off the disciple's dress with wide sleeves, the little senior sister only changed into a lotus-colored gauze skirt, a silver bell hairpin on her head, and a gauze flower of the same color on her temples, and only a thin and soft bundle on her body. When she showed a slight smile.

"Xuanji, why is it such a big sun staying here?"

Duan Wu came over very familiarly, and wiped off the sweat on her forehead, looking so natural, Xuanji felt so sore in her heart, she just said,

"I dare not go up, and I am afraid to go out."

Chu Xuanji killed her senior brother.

There is no need for others to tell her, as long as she stands on the mountain of Shaoyang, everyone's eyes and expressions seem to remind her all the time, it is because of her own personal affair, because she wanted to rescue the evil lover, so she was killed. Shaoyang's best disciple.

Father's disappointment, elders' disapproval, other disciples' disgust, suspicion, hesitating to speak, she really had no choice.

But Xuanji was afraid of stepping out of Shaoyang. She was afraid that she had only walked a few steps, so she couldn't help but look for the young man who was begging to tell her that it was a misunderstanding and something hidden. What secrets.

And then what?Do you trust him again?

Chu Xuanji had no choice but to stand under the hibiscus tree at the junction, suffering, waiting for the person who actually made the decision to leave Shaoyang, and wanted to ask her why she did this?And what should I do?

The little senior sister just touched her brows lovingly,

The sword of life and the wedding dress have now been buried in the ground together with her lover,

All kinds of things yesterday were like a big dream. Now that I wake up from the dream, people have to continue to live.

Let's move on.

What she said was so free and easy, so indifferent, as if she had really walked out of the confusion in the past.

My little senior sister should have a good life, even if she no longer cultivates immortality, but becomes an ordinary person.

So Xuanji said goodbye to her with a smile. The two sisters agreed that when they meet next time, everything will be gone and all troubles will be resolved.

So she didn't expect that when she stepped into Gao's Mountain Zhongli City again, she was going to send off the Dragon Boat Festival for the last time.

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