Thirty-ninth Raiders

decades later.

Two children dressed in white were playing in the yard, whispering.

"I haven't finished reading the book I brought last time!"

"Don't look at it, it's all borrowed and has to be returned."

"But I really like the story of the great hero in it! The hero drove away the devil alone, how majestic..."

"Haha, don't you know? Our Yuxian Sect also has such a hero."

"Really?! Who?"

"The last suzerain decades ago, I cherish the sect master Chu... Xie the sect master Chu died in martyrdom, and died with the devil with his own cultivation, in exchange for our immortal sect and the world's long-term peace. Such a person is incomparable. Is it really good?"

"Wow! How did you know that?"

"You haven't reached the age yet. When you reach the age to take classes, the masters will teach you."

"Sect Master Xi Chu..."

…

The two children laughed and ran away.

In the gazebo, the two elders who were playing chess, because they heard a certain name, stopped their movements at this moment, looked at the chessboard, and did not speak for a long time.

The cold wind blows outside the pavilion.

One of them sighed, "In a flash, decades have passed."

"That child Xi Chu, it's a pity after all."

The other person also shook his head, looking melancholy.

"The child's wish is to help the Immortal Sect. If she sees the grand occasion of the Immortal Sect at this time, she must be very pleased."

"That's the case. But she's dead... It's impossible to see her forever."

The two old men were no longer in the mood to play chess, and each looked at the grass and trees in the courtyard in silence. Although Yu Xianzong had been very lively in recent years, they still felt a little bleak at this time.

Maybe because things are different.

"Her apprentice," an elder said suddenly, and asked softly, "I wonder if he's okay now?"

"He has been away from Xianzong for a long time, but sometimes the disciples who go down the mountain will meet him. That child's talent is very good, and now his cultivation level is probably invincible. Although he has a cold personality, but when he meets him, he will take care of him. Sect disciple."

"I heard from those disciples that his appearance has not changed a bit over the years."

"A cultivator has a long life and good looks. If you count the age of a cultivator, the child is now a young man, right? When he was in the Xianzong, he was so immature."

"I just didn't expect that he would leave Xianzong."

"It's nothing to regret. Everyone has their own way."

A chess piece fluttered down on the chessboard.

"People in the world are trapped in the situation and in the heart. Everyone has a few things that are trapped."

…

…

It has just rained in the mountains.

Chen Shisong walked slowly up the mountain stepping on the soft soil.

Bypassing the verdant tree shadows and the grass and flowers, in the most inconspicuous corner of the deep mountain, there is a simple and simple stone tablet quietly standing.

There is no name on the stele.

That person died, leaving nothing behind, no body, no soul, so the tombstone is meaningless. But Chen Shisong had promised her that he would worship her every Qingming Festival, so he didn't want to break his promise, so he simply erected a nameless monument in the deep mountain where she died, using heaven and earth as spirits.

He put a few small flowers in front of the stele. "I know you don't like excitement. This deep mountain is what you like, right? I brought paper money and wine. I'll be with you today."

He stayed alone in the mountains until night, and talked with this blank tablet for a long time, talking about the prosperity of the world today, and the grand occasion of Yuxianzong, and finally sighed with a smile: "Although a hundred years later, no one may remember you. But I want to thank you for all the people in the world, and you owe a lot to the prosperity of this world."

He gently sprinkled the wine in front of the blank stele.

The moonlight is like a hook.

It was very cold in the mountains at night. Chen Shisong picked up the jug and went back.

When he walked to the path, he saw a slender figure in black, with a beautiful face and a fair face, standing silently on the road.

He was stunned for a while, looked back at the deep mountain, and then asked a little silently: "Don't you want to take a look? It's just a monument anyway."

The man shook his head slightly, his eyes were flat, and he said quietly: "Master doesn't want to see me."

"..."

Chen Shisong was stunned for a while.

He didn't know what to say for a while, and finally fell silent and passed by.

Jiang Ran stayed on the path alone.

A long distance away, silently accompanying the blank monument.

The black clothes almost blended into the night, and the immature and lovely eyebrows and eyes of the past are still beautiful now, but they are a little more sinister and treacherous. Between his white long fingers, he quietly held a mottled wooden flute, rubbed his fingertips lightly, and looked calm.

Chen Shisong left.

It was quiet again in the deep mountains.

Except for the sound of the wind and the faint sound of birdsong, it was empty.

Jiang Ran stood alone until dawn.

Although the boy's expression and temperament were different, his eyes were still the same as before, soft and soft, looking at the inconspicuous monument.

He spoke softly:

"Master..."

master.

Wait for me to accompany you.

Even if the years of my life are poor.

Even if I throw away everything on me.

Consume the last ray of soul.

I can do it too.

find you again.