sinovels Chapter 158 Ah Cang, Good Night...
Chapter 158 Ah Cang, Good Night...
"The above is all the little monk wants to say. If you live too long, the story will be very, very long. It's hard for you to stay here and listen to the little monk all night."
At daybreak, Xuannan finally ended his story.
"Actually, I envy you very much. You were born with extraordinary spiritual power. Even when you were young, you could drag Fahua Jun's heavy body through the long and silent night. But as a young man, I worked so hard, but I couldn't hold my dead father. I cried hoarsely in the cold valley, but no one reached out to help me."
His voice was hoarse, his body was much weaker, and he took a few breaths to calm down his rapid breathing.
His time has come.
Yu Fuchen didn't say much, and poured him a glass of wine in silence.
The man shook his head and smiled, "If it's Feng Zhidi, he must not be willing to drink alcohol."
"I know, so I'll find some fun for you while he's not here. If you can't be happy for this sake, wouldn't you lose the last bit of fun? I don't want you to leave with too many regrets, and that's all I can give I have a little heart. I think if the wine is in place, it won't hurt so much when you talk about it."
"I'm used to it, these things have passed for many years, even if I mention it, I don't have the despair I had before."
XuanNan raised his head and drank it down, and found that the wine had no spicy taste, but a faint sweetness, clearly water with added sugar.
He was not annoyed at being teased, he smiled lowly, leaned against the table and looked at the light slowly rising outside the window, always seemed to have a thousand words to say, but in the end, there was only one light sentence: "Young monk should go."
"Just leave like this, you will regret it."
"The little monk has already arranged everything that should be done in the future. As long as you follow what the little monk said to rescue Wu Leng and let him reunite with Wuyu, the little monk will not regret it."
Yu Fuchen wanted to stop him, but he couldn't speak.
He wants to ask: Why do you have to entrust others, can you really feel at ease?
Xuannan glanced back at him and saw through his thoughts.
"The little monk is a fake monk. He can't sever his emotions and devote himself to cultivating the Buddha. He can't do these things himself. Let Jiuchongtian, Emperor Zun, and Xuanji Pagoda think that Cang's last bloodline is dead. I am ashamed of my father, ashamed For elder brother, all we can do is protect the only descendant of the Cang family, even if the real bloodline will be cut off with him."
He stared at the broken lines in his palm, "After all, that kid should call me uncle, but unfortunately I didn't recognize him in the end..."
Yu Fuchen should tell him that Yun Wuyu, who was severely injured by Yun Wuleng's death, is determined to live on as an elder brother, and engraving the ink dragon totem on his body is equivalent to regaining the fate that his relatives wanted to get rid of for him.
Some are ridiculous, but more are sad.
"In the end, Baihong and Wuleng will be handed over to you. Thank you..."
This time Xuannan's footsteps never stopped again, his receding back was much thinner, he leaned forward slightly to relieve the pain, and he looked much older.
After a long time, Yu Fuchen twitched his fingers to regain his senses from the distant thoughts, looked at the sleeping Baihong, and said a casual sentence: "I slept for a long time..."
Then he went out with Luan Dao, Feng Changhuan was already waiting outside the door.
He has always been a delicate person, guessing that persuasion would be difficult, so he simply granted the latter's wish.
"I knew that after hearing Xuannan's story, I would definitely try to stop him, so I left it all to you and escaped alone...sorry."
A picture flashed in Yu Fuchen's mind, and he remembered that when someone passed away in the past, that person had such a sad and painful expression on his face.
But he couldn't remember... At this moment, the man's expression was very familiar, and he couldn't help but want to touch him, comfort him, and pet him.
He caressed Feng Changhuan's face, a little tangled, "I decided to do what he wanted."
"I believe you can do nothing wrong. If you want to do so, you can do whatever you want. Even if it doesn't work, I will take care of the aftermath for you."
Yu Fuchen subconsciously wanted to refute, laughing at him for not being able to protect himself well, and for trying to hide him under his wings.
But he couldn't say it... He had a faint feeling that before that, he was indeed protected by this person, and even if he couldn't remember the past, he couldn't deny what he had done for him.
He hated this kind of blank memory in his head, but there was a chattering voice reminding him of the feeling of cause and effect, lingering, almost lingering.
"I don't want you to be sad, so obediently go back and take the children."
Glancing at him pretending to be indifferent, Yu Fuchen walked away with a knife in his hand, thinking he was handsome enough to make everyone angry, but unexpectedly all he said was: "Silly boy, play this game with me again..."
Feeling ashamed, Yu Fuchen looked at the person with his lips pursed in embarrassment when he saw no one around.
"I am the emperor of the mortal world, can't I save some face?"
Suddenly Feng Changhuan laughed, and said a doting "Okay~"
Thinking of the flames of war that will ignite in the near future, Yu Fuchen hesitated for a moment, but for a moment, he quickly grabbed Feng Changhuan's hand, pulled the man closer, and stuck to him tightly.
He put his arms around the man's waist, sighed softly, and lowered his head to kiss him.
The sudden intimacy made people a little at a loss, feeling his uneasiness, Feng Changhuan patted his back to comfort him.
In fact, he wasn't afraid, he just wanted to give that person a good hug before Dong Chuang's incident happened.
Using the excuse of taking care of the fleshy man to let Feng Changhuan stay, and declined the kindness of Ming Gongshang to accompany him, Yu Fuchen walked out of the Prince's Mansion alone, out of the Snowy City, and saw Xuannan again under the isolated wall.
At this moment, there was another person beside Xuannan who had a chat with him, and that was Lord Zehuan of Xuanji Pagoda.
The two sat by the city wall and talked about what happened in these years, Xuannan talked and laughed, it didn't seem like they were going to die at all.
Yu Fuchen didn't intend to approach him, but when he saw Feng Zehuan waving at him, he was disrespectful.
"You blind man, you have really good eyesight."
"Yeah, I can still see the luan knife in your hand that will cut at me at any time. Although I don't really want to bring up the past to make Cang sad, I still want to say that it is the masterpiece of his father Cang Shuying."
Being related to this sad past, Luan Dao instantly became much heavier, making it almost impossible for Yu Fuchen to lift it.
Xuannan smiled slightly, "Yeah, I forgot to mention just now, this sword and Feng Zhinan's Fenghuang swords were both forged by Prince Changqin, and after a thousand years of silence, my father forged it again to have the shape it is today."
"According to this, there is also a sword spirit in Luan Dao, maybe even the caster Prince Changqin?"
"They are the only three swords in the world. They were forged by my father with his whole life, and there is no sword spirit living there. It sounds unbelievable that such a powerful spiritual force can be integrated into the blood like a divine force, but my father did it. I During the few years I stayed in Jiuchongtian, apart from looking for the best candidate for the sword master, I will unknowingly integrate this into the bodies of Lord Fahua and Lord Changtian. Now that I admit it to you, I will not be allowed to turn over the old score in the future gone."
Yu Fuchen felt a little helpless. For a person with no future, there was no difference between turning over old accounts and not turning over...
"For you, the Xuanji Tower should be your enemy."
"You are wrong. Although the narration of him in my story is only a passing, but his influence on me is by no means negative. People must learn to be grateful, at least in the matter of Bai Hong and me, we must thank Mr. Ze Huan Help, otherwise I wouldn’t have saved my life to meet you and spend the happiest and unrestrained days of my life.”
Having said that, Xuannan looked at Feng Zehuan again, "I have to thank you."
Unbearable that the atmosphere is so heavy, Feng Ze smiled happily, "Don't thank me, I have done a lot of harmful things, you should hate me."
"I hated you in the past. I didn't understand the benefits of working for Emperor Zun. I didn't want to repent after being infamous and disabled. It was not until later that I reunited with my elder brother. Until later, I knew that you also had a younger brother."
XuanNan poured his half-drunk wine on the ground and looked at Yu Fuchen.
"He is more honest than you. He didn't fool me with sugar water, but I can't drink it anymore, so I'll save it for later drinking in the spring. When I was young, I once tasted Kunlun's ice lotus liqueur, and it had to be brewed for 30 years. Years, it has been sealed under the ice for a hundred years before it has the charm. After taking a sip, the lips and teeth will be fragrant, and the touch will be numb.
Xuan Nan sees through the world of mortals, and points to his feet. "Right here, Mr. Ze Huan."
If you are here, you can see him for the last time before you die.
Yu Fuchen still didn't give up, and wanted to try one last time to persuade Xuannan to change his mind, but just as he opened his mouth, someone covered his mouth.
"Don't say anything, I know you have the ability to save me, but I've lived long enough."
He couldn't help asking again: "Do you really have the heart to leave him alone?"
"I want to give him back what should belong to him. I should be happy."
After thinking about it, Yu Fuchen said again: "The last question, just ask and leave. Will Bai Hong sense you if you die here?"
"You'll find out soon enough."
Yu Fuchen was very straightforward, turned around and left, and after a few steps, he heard a low voice: "Don't hate me..."
When Feng Zehuan brushed past him, he lowered his head in a rare way.
"I don't want to...but I have to."
But Yu Fuchen didn't respond, and jumped down from the city wall without looking back.
On the day Xuannan died, the rain of blood that lasted for half a month finally stopped.
Standing proudly in front of others, he was tied to a torture rack, his palms were pierced by a gun, and the veins on his neck were cut, just like Cang Tianhe back then.
He wanted to raise his eyes to the sky, but he couldn't lift his head up. There were tears in his downcast eyes, and his thin lips trembled slightly, but he couldn't say a word.
XuanNan's disguise spell disappeared due to the collapse of spiritual power. After the illusion receded, the bald monk on the rack suddenly turned into a handsome man with white hair and disheveled hair.
Not very old, but he certainly didn't look young anymore.
The tear in his eyes slid down with the blood, a faint light flashed, and suddenly there was another person in front of him.
"You have been selfish for many years, and in the end, you have to leave alone. Is it too painful for me?"
Xuannan who was bound on the high rack was much taller than Bai Hong, if he wanted to get close to that person, he could only poke his head out and bow his head close to him.
"You... still remember."
Bai Hong pressed the wound for him, her ten fingers were soaked in blood, staining the flawless robe red, but she was powerless to stop the passing of that person's life.
"You're wrong. It was me who finally let go of my selfishness."
He was so weak that he had to gasp for a long time every few words, and every sentence was fragmented.
"I can save you!"
"I have delayed you for many years... You can't make the same mistakes again and again. I have been greedy for pleasure for a while, and I have been greedy for pleasure for the rest of my life. Although it is too late to pay back now, I will not let me accompany you in this life. Just remember, I will give you back my freedom, and I will give you my freedom again. I hope you will not become a puppet manipulated by Emperor Zun, you must not lose your heart, let alone your humanity!"
"I understand what you said, but without you, what's the use of a bright world?"
The proud king in the past, now the unyielding sword spirit, finally let go of his reserve and dignity, and burst into tears.
"It was your company that made me walk out of the shadow of losing my country and bereavement. Now even you have to abandon me. How do you want me to face it?"
"As long as you are still alive, I will always... be with you."
With the last bit of strength, he clenched his fist with his left hand, endured the pain of broken bones and tendons, and pulled away from the penis nailed to the torture rack, stretched out his pierced, bloody hand, and fell into Bai Hong's arms.
He pointed at Baihong's empty heart, thinking that soon the three heart-protecting soul nails in his body would return to their original owners, and that person would become a sword spirit with both soul and soul, so he forgot the fear of death.
He wanted to touch Bai Hong's face full of panic and grief, but when he saw that his hands were covered with blood, he withdrew them.
"Sorry, I'm so dirty..."
He leaned on Bai Hong's shoulder, smiling melancholy.
"After I die, can you send me back to the Kunlun Wonderland... The cold valley is too cold, my father must have been sleeping there alone for many years, he must be very lonely, I have to accompany him..."
The voice is as light as a gossamer, and it is already dying.
Bai Hong held his hand and covered her face, just to let him feel the last warmth when his body was getting colder.
"What do you say, I will never disobey you again, master..."
Xuannan seemed to hear something funny, and couldn't catch his breath.
"It's too late to recognize the relationship between master and servant at this time, but in the past, you were an emperor, and it was strange to bow your head to me. I..."
He blinked, and suddenly felt that the sky was dark, and there was no more light.
XuanNan said, "I... still want to hear you call my name..."
Bai Hong hugged him tightly, with tears hitting his face drop by drop, pressing him to her heart, wanting to melt into the reluctance of flesh and blood.
"Ah Cang...don't go, Cang Zhuyou!!"
The water of the Tianhe River leisurely travels among the Three Realms one by one.
This is the first time that Xuannan or Cang's name is known to the world, but this is already... useless.
"Baihong..."
"I am here."
"It hurts……"
"I'm bragging for you...does it still hurt?"
XuanNan raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and said again: "It's so cold...I'm so scared, you hold me tight, hold me tighter..."
He stared wide-eyed, but couldn't see a gleam of light, struggling desperately to tighten Bai Hong's hand.
"You take the initiative to kiss me once, for the last time, okay..."
Bai Hong couldn't bear to look at his expression anymore, so she closed her eyes and kissed his lips, feeling a powerful spiritual force rushing into her body, filling the vacancy in his soul, even the three soul nails that had been away for a long time were also there. The moment a person dies, he returns to the body.
... He should be happy, happy that he has finally recovered from a broken metal with three souls and seven souls, to a supreme sword spirit with both soul and spirit.
It was supposed to restore a complete body, but it was taken away from more things that I cared about...
The soul guard is back.
But my heart is dead...
With tears in her eyes, Bai Hong closed the eyes for the man, kissed his eyelids, and said softly, "Ah Cang, good night..."
This sleep, when will you wake up?
"I don't know if you will have an afterlife after reincarnation, but I will look for you, I will always look for you, and I will be protected by you for the rest of my life. It is time for me to repay you..."
He held Xuannan in his arms, combed his slightly messy long hair, and smiled at him.
"You are indeed old. Even though your face hasn't changed, your blue hair has turned white. You and I have no experience in loving people. They are both selfish and domineering. When I find you, I will never do it again." Now, I can indulge all your selfishness, all your temper, all your unreasonableness, as long as..."
Bai Hong choked up and pressed against Xuan Nan's face, like a lost child who didn't know where to go, hugging the man's cold body, crying desperately and holding back.
"As long as you come back... I don't ask for anything else, I just want you to come back... In the next life, I won't let you bear these alone... It was supposed to be me protecting you, but it was you who saved me time and time again... From now on, Stop being so selfish."
The supreme king in the past is now talking incoherently about love words that he dared not say before his life. For the first time in his life, he feels so helpless.
"Ah Cang, I am sorry for you..."
"Come back... come back, okay?"
Everything in the world is a process of reincarnation. Back then Cang pleaded bitterly in front of his father's grave but could not be answered, just like Bai Hong who will never get a response today.
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