Chapter 243 You pity the flowers, I pity you

Xie Lian took the beads and looked down. A few priests also walked out of the humble tent and asked, "What happened to General Nanyang?"

Just listen to the wind channel: "Look at what I caught!"

He crashed out of the forest and ran up, holding a man in black in his hand, and the priests were shocked: "Lingwen!"

It is Lingwen that Fengxin holds in his hand. Fengxin said to Xie Lian: "As you expected, Lingwen really went to get Jinyi Xian!"

After taking off the curse, Xie Lian's mana has skyrocketed to the point where he can compete with Jun Wu, and the Jin Yixian can't help him anymore. Lingwen was beaten by Huacheng as a tumbler, lost in the war, and the spell on her body will be automatically unlocked when time passes, and she disappears. But Xie Lian thought that she would most likely come to get Jinyixian, so she took off the clothes and asked the ghost market to let out the wind. Sure enough, Lingwen was hooked.

As a fugitive, Lingwen was taken into custody and taken to the temporary meeting hall, but there was still no panic. As soon as Pei Ming came up, he pressed her shoulder, pressed her to the table and sat down, and said solemnly: "I finally found you! Lingwen, you have to pay the price!"

"..."

More than a dozen priests also came up in a circle, all of them looked like wolves and tigers, and their expressions were hungry and thirsty, almost hideous. Only then did Lingwen feel a little bad: "...What do you want to do."

With a loud "bang", a stack of official documents that were close to human height was smashed in front of her, and even the table and chairs shook. Pei Ming slapped the dossier with a "pop" and said, "These, you can deal with it."

"..."

Lingwen seemed to be relieved, but felt at a loss for words. Unexpectedly, before this breath was relieved to the end, I heard "Bang bang bang bang bang bang!"

After seventeen or eight loud bangs, seventeen or eight stacks of huge documents were thrown over, and she was surrounded by them.

Seventeen or eight priests spoke to her from the gaps in the archives: "Wait for you for a long time! Come and help settle the account!" "You can also deal with these." "Remember to fill in the missing parts." "It's best to sort out our pile within an hour!"...

Lingwen: "..."

After a day and a night, Lingwen was finally released from the temporary council hall.

After a day and night of fighting, the original messy files have all been processed and sorted neatly. The priests happily led the investigation of their own halls, and Lingwen's face was ashen, and the dark circles under his eyes that had disappeared for a while appeared again.

Everyone over there was overjoyed, and Pei Ming said, "Sure enough, Jie Qing is still more efficient! Now it's right!"

"It's clear! Thank you Lord Lingwen!"

As a prisoner, Lingwen said, surrounded by many priests: "I don't dare to be, I don't dare to be."

Seeing this, the priests who didn't pack the file yesterday and were still in a mess today couldn't sit still, and they gathered around and said, "Well, I actually have a few stacks here that I forgot to bring you to take a look yesterday, or else... "

Lingwen: "..."

Xie Lian squatted outside the temporary meeting hall and ate steamed buns. After eating, he clapped his hands, and finally rescued Lingwen from the suffering: "Everyone, let's think about it later, let Lingwen take a breath."

In the past, when he spoke, no one would take it seriously, but now it is different. Several people said: "His Royal Highness said yes." They did not dare to say more. Lingwen sat on the chair, closed her eyes and supported her forehead. When the other priests went out, and there were not many people in the deliberation hall, she said to Xie Lian: "Congratulations to His Royal Highness, the dharma body has been restored. Good plan, really Unexpectedly, even ghosts are your followers now, and I will listen to your dispatch."

Thanks for the pity: "That's not my believer, it's my friends in the ghost market. I just asked them to help."

Lingwen nodded with a clear expression. After a while, Xie Lian said: "Lingwen, I have a question to ask you."

Lingwen said: "His Royal Highness is just asking."

Thanks for the pity: "Sanlang, I mean the flower city master, he wears your brocade clothing fairy, but the brocade clothing fairy is invalid to him, do you know why this is?"

Lingwen said: "It turns out that this is the problem. I thought Your Royal Highness, you already knew about it?"

Xie Lian was stunned and said, "Would you like to hear the details?"

Lingwen shook the hem of his clothes and sat upright and said, "His Royal Highness, have you heard the legend of Jin Yixian?"

Thanks for the pity: "I heard it. You did it yourself."

Lingwen said: "It can be said that. Although I never thought that the resentment condensed on this dress would turn it into such a monster, it is true that I killed Bai Jin in order to speed up the destruction of the Sulli kingdom."

Thanks for listening intently. Lingwen continued: "This piece of clothing has been tossed around in the world, through the hands of countless people, and after countless people get it, they choose to use it to kill, harm, and deceive people. Even so, it can also dispel its grievances, but white Jin is not such a person.

"He doesn't like to be used by these people, he hates it. So when he meets someone who is similar to him and a certain dresser, he will not be resentful, but will be very happy."

Thanks for the pity: "What is the difference between approximate and specific?"

Lingwen said: "You put on a brocade immortal for Blood Rain Tanhua, but you don't have the slightest resentment or harm to Blood Rain Tanhua, and you trust it with all your heart; and Blood Rain Tanhua is the same for you, no, it should be said What's more - what really resonates with him is that even if he doesn't put on the brocade, he will do what you ask him to do for you without hesitation, including dying for you. "

"..."

Lingwen said: "This is also the reason why I could guess that the young man beside you was transformed by blood rain. Although I don't know your affairs very well, I can't think of a second person who would do this."

Thanks for the pity: "Why?"

Lingwen raised his finger and said, "His Royal Highness, what is hanging around your neck?"

Xie pity was startled, and his hand involuntarily stroked it.

Lingwen said: "I've seen something similar before, those desperate ghosts who gave their lovers their own ashes."

There are countless files handled by the Lingwen Temple, and it is not surprising to have seen them. But in fact, Xie Lian also guessed it.

But after hearing Lingwen say it, he still clenched the crystal clear ring.

Lingwen said: "This is a rare and rare thing, but because it is so beautiful and usually tragic, it is more impressive."

Thanks for the pity: "What is usually very tragic?"

Lingwen said: "Being dazzled by love and handing over your life-threatening things into the hands of others, many sad and terrible things will happen.

"Whatever is true, they are all abused by others. Some of these ashes are taken away by others, and some are broken by the owner. It's pretty good, it's almost leak-proof."

After a long silence, Xie Lian said: "You said 'similar' and 'resonance'. So, is General Bai Jin also such a person?"

Lingwen smiled slightly and said, "Otherwise, how could you be deceived by me?"

Thanks for the pity: "It's not a lie. You wouldn't think that I deliberately put the news out, but you still came to get it."

Lingwen said: "It's a self-defense weapon."

Thanks for the pity: "If it's just a self-defense weapon, you wouldn't take such a big risk to steal it in the first place, and take it to Tonglu Mountain after failure."

Lingwen said indifferently: "Is there any way not to go to Tonglu Mountain, because it has already been exposed, and you have been caught by His Royal Highness Prince."

Thanks for the pity: "Actually, if you want to find an excuse to cover up, it still makes sense. Do some management, even if you are downgraded and deducted the merits, you will not become a fugitive. The main thing is... You want to help General Bai Jin succeed. Absolutely, let him wake up."

Lingwen smiled and said: "His Royal Highness, don't say anything, I seem to be able to do anything for it. After all, I am a person who does not recognize my six relatives. How could I do such a thing?"

"is that so?"

"That's it."

Xie Lian cleaned up the ruins and broken walls of Prince Peak in Huangji Temple, and simply built a hut as a temporary place to live. This place is relatively remote. When he has something to do, he goes to the temporary meeting hall to help out, and when he has nothing to do, he stays alone.

After seven or eight days, the feelings of admiration finally made up for Ruo Xie and sent it over. As soon as Xie Lian opened the door, he saw a white thing rushing towards his face, and he was thrown into a blank space. Beautiful body. Thanks for the pity: "Don't twist it just after it is repaired, be careful and break it again."

As soon as Mu Qing heard it, she had an opinion: "How is this possible? Which of the clothes I repaired for you is torn again?"

Thanks for the pity: "That's also true."

He grabbed Ruo Xie, who was twisted into a water plant, and checked it carefully, and the sewing was so good that he could hardly see any traces. He praised: "Your craftsmanship is still so good."

Admiration said: "I won't be happy if you praise me for something like this. Only this time will not be an example, and I won't do this kind of thing again."

Thanks for the pity: "You are obviously quite proud..."

Mu Qing murmured a few words and said: "I'm done, I'm leaving. I'm busy ordering things and people in Xuanzhen Temple."

Thanks for the pity: "You are leaving too? Well, I will help you later. Tell me when you leave, and I will send it off."

After catching Lingwen, checking for leaks and filling in the gaps, and clearing up several large sums of confusion, the priests decided to start rebuilding Xianjing. Then, the temporary council hall on Tai Cang Mountain can be idle. Mu Qing waved his hand, neither refused nor agreed, took a few steps, stopped again, and turned back: "You...do you still want to stay in Taicang Mountain?"

Xie Lian nodded and said, "Well."

After hesitating for a moment, he said with admiration: "Otherwise, you should go with us."

Thanks for the pity: "No, I have to wait for someone."

Admiringly said: "You can also wait in the Shangtian Court in Xinxianjing."

Xie Lian shook his head and said: "I think he may come here first when he comes back, so he can see him as soon as possible. If he doesn't go back here, he may return to the Qiandeng Temple in the ghost market. This is not a ghost market. It's far, more convenient than in Xinxianjing."

"..."

The words of admiration seem to have been held for a long time, and the expression is complicated: "Do you really believe that he will come back?"

Xie Lian took it for granted: "I believe it."

People came in like a tide and left like a tide. Taicang Mountain has returned to desolation and loneliness.

On Tai Cang Mountain, there used to be large tracts of maple forests, which were burnt down by the fire and reborn thousands of years later. It is no longer the one that Xie Lian practiced on the tree thousands of years ago, but the scenery is the same.

Xie Lian often walks alone in the maple forest. The fiery red maples all over the mountains made him feel as if he was in a huge and warm embrace.

He has been living alone for more than 800 years and is very used to it. If you have something to go down the mountain, you should pray, collect rubbish, and grow vegetables and cook if you have nothing to do.

It's just, the strange thing is that the life of such a person was clearly used to it in the past, but now it has become a bit difficult, and it took a long time for Xie Lian to get used to it again.

Maybe if a person eats bitter all the time, he will get used to the bitter taste. But suddenly one day, someone gave him a sip of sweetness, and he remembered what sweetness tastes like, and if he goes to eat bitterness again, he will wrinkle his face.

In the past, when Xie Lian lived a lonely life, he always secretly hoped that someone would come to him. It's good to talk to him or ask him for help, at least a little bit of popularity. But now, he doesn't like it that much.

Because, when he heard the knock on the door, he would always be suddenly ecstatic and look forward to it. But as soon as he ran to the door and opened it, inside or outside the door, it wasn't always the person he was waiting for.

Sometimes it's Fengxin, sometimes it's admiration, sometimes it's Shi Qingxuan, and sometimes it's the ghosts in the ghost market who come to "filial piety to his old man".

Everybody is fine. It's just that it's not the one he's waiting for.

In the first month, Xie Lian carried a few flower trees back and planted them at the door, trying to beautify the environment and cover the shabby house. He thought that maybe when Huacheng came back, they would bloom.

In the second month, Xie Lian demolished the house and rebuilt it, and pulled out the weeds on the entire mountain. Otherwise, when Huacheng came back and saw this messy scene, he would definitely have to send someone to help him clean up.

In the third month, the flower tree blooms. The tree was full of ying red, Xie Lian stood under the tree and looked up, while enjoying the flowers alone, thinking to himself, the flowers are blooming, and it is almost time to come back.

In the fourth month, all the mountain roads were also rebuilt. In this way, when Huacheng comes back to find him, he can go up the mountain faster.

In the fifth month, Fengxin and Mu Qing came to see him again and asked him if he wanted to leave here first and go for a walk. Thanks for entertaining them for a meal, they ran away.

In the sixth month, the flowering period is over.

...

Wait, wait, wait, wait. Xie Lian was not anxious, did not collapse, and did not cry, but felt that he was getting calmer and more patient.

Come to think of it, who hasn't lived through long years of being alone?

Huacheng has waited for him for more than 800 years, so what if he waited for Huacheng for another 800 years?

Even if it is a thousand years or ten thousand years, he will always wait and wait.

What's more, it's only been a year?

On this day, Xie Lian collected a lot of junk as usual, filled with the cattle and carts he had saved and bought, and pulled them up the mountain.

Passing through the maple forest at night and walking on the half-mountain road, Xie Lian turned around inadvertently and saw a few light spots floating in the quiet night sky.

He stared at it and found that it was the ever-bright lamp. He suddenly realized, and said to himself: "So today is the Shangyuan Festival."

At this moment, probably the priests in the heavenly court are fighting lanterns at the Shangyuan banquet again. Xie Lian couldn't help but pulled the rope and stayed where he was, staring blankly at the bright lights.

He suddenly remembered that he and Huacheng met on the Shangyuan Festival.

That year, the children with dirty and scarred faces squeezed on the crowded city wall and looked down. The seventeen-year-old Xianle Prince Xie Lian was glowing all over, and when he looked up, he saw a figure falling from the sky, thinking about it. Don't want to, take a leap.

Shangyuan Festival, Shenwu Street. At a glance, the world has fallen.

Thanks for the pity with a smile on his face, the heart said, the one who fell in the end was not alone.

Turning around, bowing his head, Xie Lian was ready to continue walking up the mountain. The scooter was pulled and crunched for a while, and suddenly, something seemed to be illuminated far ahead.

Xie Lian raised his head again and opened his eyes wide.

That light is a lamp.

Like thousands of fish swimming across the river and sea, countless bright lights slowly rose from the top of the mountain.

They shone brightly in the dark night. Like a floating soul, the most magnificent dream, extremely magnificent, illuminates his future.

Thanks for seeing this scene, and seeing it again, breathing and heartbeat will stop. The twists and turns, the wheel turned, Xie Lian saw the small broken house he built.

someone!

In front of the crooked hut stood a man in red, tall and tall, with a silver machete hanging from his waist, with his back to this side, he was holding up the last ever-bright lamp in his hand and sending it flying.

Xie pity sat stiffly, suspecting that he was still in a dream, or that it was an illusion. But as the wheel turned and got closer, the man turned around, and he saw more and more clearly.

In front of the three thousand bright lanterns rising with the night, the man looked back at him, his clothes were red better than maple, his skin was as white as snow, and there was still a period of wild love and wildness between his handsome eyebrows, which was not extinguished and arrogant.

Although wearing a black eye patch, that bright star-like scorpion stared at Xie Lian intently.

Xie pity rolled down.

Not a word. Both of them walked towards each other.

One step, one step, faster and faster, and then, running.

The man ran forward, tears fell behind him, and stayed where he was.Thanks for the pity, he believed it.

Believe that this person will die for him again and again and live for him again and again.Even if he falls into hell, he will break through for his "belief".

The last time they ran towards each other, it took eight hundred years.

This time, it is about to embrace the next moment.