The whole division is begging for my forgiveness

But Luo Suxuan didn't beg for mercy, but said slowly: "Xiao Jing, I'm sorry, I really don't love Lin Jing, the person I love is you from the beginning to the end, I'm too stupid, I haven't been able to face myself My heart is too manipulated by other people's obsessions."

"Death may be a kind of relief for me. Death in your hands is my best destination."

After hearing this, Xiao Jing slowly put down his sword. At this moment, he suddenly understood that he hated Luo Suxuan but only Luo Suxuan was there.

If even Luo Suxuan is dead, then who in the world would love Chang Xuan?

Yue Wuchen's favorite is Lin Jing, not Chang Xuan.

"I...don't kill you anymore, I want to take you out of here, come on, Luo Suxuan, give me your hand, let's go back to the mountains together."

The corners of Xiaojing's mouth curled up slightly, barely revealing a smile.

He put down the long sword in his hand, and stretched out his left hand towards Luo Suxuan.

After hearing this, Luo Suxuan also slowly raised his right hand, but the hands of the two of them couldn't touch at all.

With a puff, some sharp blade directly penetrated the flesh.

The sound was too close, and the blood splashed all over Xiaojing's face.

Xiaojing was slightly taken aback, and saw Yue Wuchen standing behind Luo Suxuan at some point.

Viciously pierced Luo Suxuan's chest with the sting.

Penetrates mercilessly from behind.

Luo Suxuan opened his mouth slightly, and let out a final scream: "Xiaojing!"

Then his figure flickered, and he fell to the ground.

His face was covered with dust and blood.

"It's over, everything is over."

Yue Wuchen withdrew Jingzhe, resisting the pain of backlash, he killed his own body.

Beheading another self with his own hands, one can imagine the backlash he received.

Blood spilled from his black Taoist robe.

The ground under Yue Wuchen's feet soon turned blood red.

He exhaled slowly and forced a smile.

"Xiaojing, it's all over. As the teacher knows, none of this is your fault. Come, the teacher will take you home."

Yue Wuchen said "going home", not going back to the mountain, subconsciously, he treated Xiaojing as a Taoist companion.

Xiaojing's outstretched hand froze in mid-air.

He watched Luo Suxuan die in front of him.

Or was killed by Yue Wuchen.

But obviously, Xiao Jing had already thought it through, and agreed to let go of everything and go back to the mountains with Luo Suxuan.

But in a sudden breath, hope was shattered.

"No, Master, you made a mistake, the matter is not over, this is just the beginning."

Xiao Jing withdrew his hand, and said to the monks who were lying on the ground and couldn't even stand up: "Remember, today, it was Chang Xuan who sacrificed his life to save you! Chang Xuan is your savior."

Even though everyone is unwilling to admit it, the fact is that it was indeed Chang Xuan who saved them, and together with Yue Wuchen, killed the demon leader Luo Suxuan.

There is no doubt about this.

Lin Mobai turned a deaf ear to it, hugging Lin Jinghong who had died a long time ago, his expression was numb, his empty eyes were full of deep despair.

Xiao Jing whispered: "Master, can you allow me to handle Luo Suxuan's body?"

"Yes, I will go with you as a teacher."

"No, I think, Master is more needed to preside over the overall situation here." Xiao Jing clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and said every word.

Yue Wuchen: "How long will you be back?"

"Three days."

"If you don't come back..."

"I will definitely come back," Xiaojing said in a voice that could only be heard by two people, "I'm still waiting for Master to fulfill his promise and marry me."

In this way, Yue Wuchen nodded, and let Xiaojing leave with Luo Suxuan's body with his sword in his arms.

No one spoke anymore, and no one could stop Xiaojing.

Xiaojing carried him back to Wusheng Valley all the way, and put him on the grass first.

Then he remained silent, cleaning up the blood on Luo Suxuan's body.

The whole process was extremely calm.

The previous Dongfu collapsed, and there was no place to shelter from the wind and rain.

Xiaojing had no choice but to dig a deep pit on the spot as Luo Suxuan's tomb, and spread a lot of hay in it before putting the person in.

After that, Xiaojing also lay down.

Shoulder to shoulder with Luo Suxuan's corpse, Xiao Jing groped and held Luo Suxuan's hand.

Because the corpse was already cold, Luo Suxuan's fingers were very stiff, and he couldn't interlock with Xiaojing's fingers.

The eyes were replaced with clean white cloths.Although he lost a pair of eyes, Luo Suxuan is still as handsome as before.

Xiaojing didn't dislike Luo Suxuan like this, and whispered in his ear: "Luo Suxuan, your hands are so cold."

Luo Suxuan didn't respond, and lay quietly in the pit, lifeless.

"Suddenly, I recalled many things. I didn't understand before, why you called me little green pepper. I didn't understand until now."

"I'm not a little green pepper, don't laugh at me."

"Luo Suxuan, actually... I didn't treat you as a substitute for Yue Wuchen. I actually don't know what love is. No one has ever taught me."

"I don't love you, and I don't love Yue Wuchen either."

"Luo Suxuan, get up and play with me, okay? I don't want to talk to myself."

But Luo Suxuan was already dead, and his soul was scattered.He was originally a more dust-free shadow, and after death he would naturally return to his dust-free body.

Xiaojing didn't know the connection at all, he just thought Yue Wuchen killed Luo Suxuan.

It was Yue Wuchen who killed the person who loved him the most in this world.

"Luo Suxuan, don't worry, I will avenge you."

Xiaojing snuggled up beside Luo Suxuan, put his head and face on Luo Suxuan's chest, closed his eyes, and said in a low voice: "Don't you want to marry me? Well, let's get married in the dark, isn't it more dust-free?" Weakened me, but I owed him."

"I won't marry him. I want Yue Wuchen to fetch water from a bamboo basket. It's all in vain."

"I want everyone to know how old and disrespectful he is, to even dare to seduce his disciples."

Xiao Jing did not bury Luo Suxuan, but carried him out of the pit.

With a belt, Luo Suxuan's body was tied to his body, and then he wandered into the streets of the world like a walking corpse.

At that time, it was already dark outside, with thunder and lightning, strong winds, and heavy rain soon.

The people rushed home one after another, the streets were empty, and there was no one.

The boss of the coffin shop glanced at the sky outside, thinking that it was going to rain, so there should be no business today.

Then he greeted the young man and went to close the door.

The man responded, put down the rag that was wiping the coffin in his hand, and happily ran to close the door.

Just after closing one door, a big white and slender hand suddenly stretched out from the outside, and it happened to be stuck between the two doors impartially.

The boy was startled, and subconsciously raised his eyes to look, the lights were dark outside, the heavy rain was pouring down, lightning flashed and thundered above his head, silver dragons rolled, and dark clouds were densely covered.

At a glance, one can see a very bloated outline and a boy's face.

"My lord, this one is closed today, I want to buy a coffin, come back tomorrow?"

With that said, the man continued to close the door.Unexpectedly, that hand not only refused to take it back, but instead made a bang, shattering more than half of the heavy wooden board.

The guy was so scared that he let out an "ah" and fell to the ground.

A gust of wind blew from nowhere, and the figure outside stepped in.Only then did people get a glimpse of the original appearance of the visitor.

It turned out that it wasn't the boy's bloated figure, but his thin back, which carried a taller man on his back.

The clothes on his body were in tatters, and there was still some blood left. His head was extremely stiff and hung on the young man's back, blood was faintly seeping from the white cloth wrapped around his eyes.

The handsome face under the long hair was as pale as paper, without any trace of blood.

This is absolutely impossible to be a living person!

I'm afraid my body is already too cold, so the boy tied it on his back with a belt.

"Shopkeeper, please help me." The young man was wearing a dark red robe, his eyes were terribly red, and his face was extremely bleak. His voice became hoarse as soon as he opened his mouth. "I need a coffin, it doesn't matter how much it costs."

After all, the guy was young. He was shocked to see this scene, and he was frightened to death. He screamed and crawled into the house with his hands and feet.

"Shh." Xiaojing raised his right hand expressionlessly, stretched out his index finger and pressed it against his bloodless lips, and said in a low voice, "Keep down, don't disturb my friend to sleep."

When the man heard this, he quickly covered his mouth with his hands, not daring to make any more noise.

"Is the young master here to buy a coffin? Then come in quickly."

The boss is old, with gray hair, and a pair of eyes that see through life, aging, sickness and death in the world, looking a little cloudy.

Having lived for a long time, I have never experienced any big storms, so I waved my hand immediately, telling the guy to go down quickly, and then came out to greet him with a smile on my face.

"Young master, there are many kinds of coffins in our store, with good appearance. There are cypress, pine, nanmu, and willow. Generally, most of the coffins custom-made by ordinary people are made of fir. The better ones use red pine and nanmu. The best The most expensive is sandalwood, which can protect the corpse from being eaten by snakes, insects, rats and ants, and it also comes with sandalwood. silhouette.

With a decent smile on his face, he bent his back and patiently and carefully showed Xiaojing the several kinds of coffins he just mentioned.

"I want the most expensive sandalwood, but I don't have the patience to wait. I'm going to take the coffin and leave now." Xiaojing's expression was cold, and his tone of voice was unquestionable, but he didn't have any killing intent.

The boss said: "Does the young master have any other requests?"

"No, I want it now."

Xiao Jing didn't have the habit of carrying money with him. When he went down the mountain, Shen Qingyuan gave him a lot of money. Later, when he escaped from Linjian Villa, he didn't know where he threw the money bag.

During these days, Luo Suxuan arranged all the food, clothing, housing and transportation for him, and Xiao Jing was penniless.

Feeling towards Luo Suxuan's waist very naturally, Xiaojing touched the money bag, poured out a dozen gold beads from it, handed it to the boss, and said in a deep voice, "Are these enough?"

The boss originally planned to give him a pair of sandalwood coffins for free. After all, money is outside the body.

Life does not bring what death does not take away, life is the most important.

Who would have thought that this young man looks cold on the outside and speaks coldly, yet he knows that he needs to pay for things.

Sure enough, people cannot be judged by their appearance, and sea water cannot be measured.

The boss was a little surprised for a while, but he still took the golden beans with both hands, and kept thanking him: "That's enough, thank you son, the coffin is over there, how do you take it away? It's raining heavily outside, if not, wait The rain has stopped, shall I go find a wooden cart?"

"No need, just give me a pair of hemp rope."

Xiao Jing said expressionlessly, while the boss was looking for the hemp rope, he hugged Luo Suxuan from his back.

Pushing away the heavy coffin board with one hand, he carefully placed Luo Suxuan's body in the coffin.

"Luo Suxuan, you must have never imagined that I would actually use your money to buy you a coffin that will accommodate you, the most expensive coffin, do you like it?"

Luo Suxuan lay quietly in the coffin without saying a word.

Xiao Jing didn't say anything else, and suddenly found that Luo Suxuan's hair was a little messy, and helped him tidy it up casually.

When his fingers touched the center of Luo Suxuan's brows, the bright red mark of cracking the soul pierced his eyes sorely.

"So why didn't they exist?" Xiaojing's fingers slowly rubbed the piece of flesh, and murmured in a low voice, "Are they really father and son? Even the marks on their foreheads are exactly the same."

But Luo Suxuan could no longer explain to him the origin of this mark.

"I hate this mark, I hate that you resemble Yue Wuchen, even a little bit, I don't want to see it, so..."

Xiaojing raised his hand, pulled out a golden hairpin spontaneously, and then slowly stabbed Luo Suxuan's forehead with the sharp end, gouging out the mark, including the skin and flesh.

He whispered: "Does it hurt a little? If it hurts, just call it out, Luo Suxuan, please forgive me, I want to hear you talk."

The blood in Luo Suxuan's body was almost exhausted, and the blood remaining in his body had also coagulated.A piece of flesh was gouged out, but no blood gushed out at all.

Xiaojing sighed for a long time, thinking that this was so boring.

Just after inserting the golden hairpin back into the hair, the boss came out from the hair.

Holding a pair of hemp rope in his hand, he sent it to Xiaojing, not only that, but also a bamboo umbrella.

"My lord, the hemp rope you wanted, it's raining heavily outside, if you're really in a hurry to leave, then take this umbrella with you, the autumn rain is coming fast, don't catch the wind and cold."

"Thank you, old man, your kindness saved my life."

Xiao Jing took the hemp rope, silently closed the lid of the coffin, and then wrapped the hemp rope around the coffin.

Tie one end of the hemp rope firmly around his waist.

Xiaojing didn't take the umbrella, looking at the downpour outside, the rain was rushing, and the sky above his head seemed to have collapsed. Unopened thick ink.

This reminded Xiaojing suddenly that when he was punished for copying the gate rules in the mountains, he couldn't write Lin Jing's beautiful thin golden body.

When I first started to write, my five fingers moved separately, and I didn't listen to them at all. When I wrote on the rice paper, it turned into a big black ink blob.

At that time, Yue Wuchen didn't have any demands on him, and never stared at him as a punishment for copying, and even advised him to copy slowly and not to be too tired.

Shen Qingyuan even secretly came over to help him copy the door rules, even if Xiaojing found out, he would mercilessly tear the door rules Shen Qingyuan copied for him into pieces...

Obviously it only happened a few months ago, but Xiaojing felt as if many, many years had passed.

When I think about it, there is always a feeling that three autumns have passed, shrouded in a faint mist, it is his obsession that cannot be resolved, and the unspeakable sadness.

"Since coffins are sold here, there should be paper money too?" Xiaojing said abruptly.

"Yes, I'll go get it for the young master."

This boss is quite a man, and gave Xiaojing a big bag of paper money.

Xiao Jing thanked him in a low voice, just like that, dragging the coffin containing Luo Suxuan's body, holding paper money in his hand.

Walk slowly into the heavy rain.

"Luo Suxuan, go home!"

Xiao Jing stretched out his hand and scattered the paper money along the street, and said loudly, "Luo Suxuan, you're back home!"

He dragged the coffin all the way, sprinkled paper money all the way, imitating the movements of Luo Suxuan's Yushi, his hoarse voice resounded through the entire empty street, and spread far, far away.

As soon as the paper money touched the rain, it was soaked immediately, like withered flowers, covered with muddy water.

Xiaojing didn't know why he did this, nor did he understand what kind of feelings he had for Luo Suxuan.

He just felt that he should arrange the affairs of Luo Suxuan after his death.

Because, if it was the other way around, the person who died today was Xiao Jing, then Luo Suxuan would also prepare for his funeral.

Xiao Jing firmly believed that Luo Suxuan would buy it for him.

When he returned to the Wusheng Valley, the sky was already bright. Xiaojing put the coffin into the dug deep pit, then found some hay, and spread it on top of the coffin layer by layer.

After doing this, he was a little at a loss, and wanted to pull out Luo Suxuan's body and hold it in his arms.

But after all, I endured it.

Xiaojing suddenly missed her mother very much, very much.

But the mother has changed her face, her anonymity has been changed, she has a new family, and she has an obedient and lovely daughter.

Probably won't want him anymore.

But what if my mother still wants him?

What if Auntie still thinks about him and misses him?

Xiao Jing had such a mentality, and originally planned to just take a look.

He came to that remote town alone, and by then, the sky was already bright.

The waiter in the restaurant is worried that there is not much business in the store recently, and is sitting in the lobby bored.

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a guest coming, hurried out to greet him, and said with a smile: "Guest officer, please come inside?"

He suddenly said "ah", opened his eyes slightly, and said with a smile: "Guest officer, it's you, I still remember you!"

Xiao Jing's appearance is very outstanding, ordinary people will never forget him once they see him.

"However, guest officer, is this returning to vulgarity? Why don't you wear Taoist robes?" asked the waiter.

After hearing this, Xiaojing said slowly, "Well, I'm out of the vulgar, I have nothing to do with Taoism after all."

"If you want me to say, it's better in the human world. How lively and comfortable the world is. Eating, drinking, and enjoying yourself in a timely manner is better than being a Taoist priest who eats fast and recites scriptures all day long." The waiter shook his head and talked eloquently. Glancing behind Xiaojing, he asked again, "Didn't that young master come with you last time?"

"Well, he... has something to do, so he can't come." Xiaojing responded casually, in order to prevent the waiter from the shop from asking questions, he simply said, "It's still the private room last time, just send some food at will... Serve wine, if you want The strongest wine you have here."

The waiter smiled and agreed, and quickly raised his hand to lead the person up, and after a while, he prepared all the drinks and appetizers one by one.

When the dishes were ready, he didn't leave, and chatted aside: "I know that you are precious, so these ingredients are the freshest."

Xiao Jing couldn't help but sneered, thinking, it seems that except for Luo Suxuan, no one has ever considered him precious.

Luo Suxuan is very interesting. When shopping, just ask for the most expensive one. It doesn't matter whether the food is good or not. The most important thing is that it is the freshest and the most expensive.

In the past, Luo Suxuan joked that only the most expensive food can be served in Xiaojing's Jinkou.

But after Luo Suxuan's death, who cares what Xiaojing eats and drinks.

Xiaojing took out the golden beans again and handed them to the waiter in the shop. After sending the person away, he made up his own mind.

His alcohol capacity has always been bad, and he would get drunk after a little drinking.

His face turns red when he is drunk, and his charming eyes are very attractive.

Luo Suxuan said that drinking is easy to cause trouble.

But Luo Suxuan didn't tell Xiaojing that Du Kang was the only one who could relieve his worries.

I didn't tell Xiaojing that drinking is bad for your health, and the more you hurt, the more you want to drink.

The spicy wine was poured into the throat, like a sharp knife cutting in the throat, and the tongue was a little numb.But Xiaojing likes this feeling.

After drinking, Xiao Jing soon became a little drunk.

Supporting his head with one hand, he stared out the window at the tofu shop across the street.

"Luo Suxuan, tell me, mother, does she really want me?"

"I'm her own flesh and blood born after she was conceived in October. She was wronged and suffered a lot in Chang's family for me. How could she say that she doesn't want me, so she doesn't want me?"

"Luo Suxuan, you lied to me back then, didn't you? How could Aunt not want me?"

"Liars, all are liars, one lied to me, two lied to me, and everyone conspired to deceive me. I will never trust anyone again."

Xiaojing suddenly became angry, grabbed the jug, and smashed it against the corner of the wall, smashing the residue all over the place.

He was very dizzy, pinched the colic between his brows with one hand, and said in a low voice: "Luo Suxuan, I have a headache!"

If it was in the past, when he said he had a headache, Luo Suxuan would rush over immediately, hold him in his arms, and search for a doctor all over the street.

But now, no one responded to Xiaojing.

"Luo Suxuan is also a liar. He clearly promised me that he would stay by my side forever and be the most loyal dog at my feet, but he lied to me."

Xiao Jing murmured in a low voice: "Luo Suxuan also lied to me, without my permission, he shouldn't die."

Suddenly seeing a figure swaying across the street, Xiao Jing couldn't help but look up and saw a familiar figure.

His mother has now proficiently learned to grind |to|fu and sell tofu along the street.

He lived a very poor life, wearing coarse cloth clothes that were washed a little white, his hair was tied up with cloth, and the only jewelry on his body was a silver bracelet on his wrist.

Even so, Cuihua's face is still filled with a happy smile. Upon closer inspection, she has gained some weight. After working day and night, she is no longer as beautiful as before, and her figure is also out of shape. She is really an ordinary woman. people.

Xiao Jing couldn't even find any trace of the original on her face.

In fact, this is the life that Xiaojing has always wanted to live.

At the beginning, he was very unpromising, and he didn't have any lofty goals. He just wanted to take his mother away and live incognito.

It doesn't matter if his life is poor, as long as he works diligently with his hands, he will definitely not starve A Niang to death.