Ji Xiaoxiao was surprised and delighted, and moved in her heart, and said:

"With the mind, there is energy to be transmitted, which ...... It's about the same as the fire phoenix to input the power of the fairy spirit to help you maintain your heart, right? ”

"I didn't expect this, could it be that ......, I also have such a ability?" Ding Ermiao was in a trance. Download the full collection of txt. For more up-to-date chapters, visit: щw.

As he spoke, he had reached the hidden exit.

Ding Ermiao took the guzheng first, went out to check it, and then turned around and pulled Ji Xiaoxiao up.

The sun was shining brightly and warmly outside, and it was early afternoon. Ding Ermiao looked around at the green mountains around him, and he felt like he was in a different world.

"Ermiao, shall we go back?" Ji Xiaoxiao took Ding Ermiao's hand.

"Don't worry, wait...... Ding Ermiao looked left and right, pointed to a depression surrounded by peaks, and said, "This place is good, it can be my sword burial mound." ”

"Sword Shrine?" Ji Xiaoxiao was silent for a moment and said, "I should build a tomb for Guo Zhanbi, but it's a pity that there is nothing here and you can't worship." ”

Ding Ermiao nodded and said, "It's okay, Xiaoxiao, you can call Wan Shugao and ask them to bring some wine." The rest, let's get rid of it. ”

Ji Xiaoxiao agreed, hurriedly took out the phone, and dialed Li Qingdong.

Li Qingdong and Wu Zhanzhan were overjoyed when they learned that Ding Ermiao had been released. As soon as I heard that I was going to send wine, I was naturally stunned. Later, Ji Xiaoxiao briefly said that the next ten thousand people were cut apart, and Li Qingdong couldn't help but be speechless for a while.

After hanging up the phone, Ji Xiaoxiao and Ding Ermiao walked side by side to the recess in front of them. （）

This hollow land is relatively low-lying, and it is not a treasure land of feng shui, but there are still conditions for Tibetan wind to gather qi. Moreover, it is very quiet here, and tourists do not come, which is more suitable for the cold of the fruit wall.

Ding Ermiao put down the zither, put down his backpack and umbrella, and then stood silently for a long time, without saying a word, with no joy or sadness on his face.

"Ermiao, what are you thinking?" Ji Xiaoxiao asked softly.

"I'm thinking, I'll also build a grave for myself here, and accompany Guo Zhanbi...... and the South 'Gate' brothers. They all died for me, and I can't let them be left alone here. Ding Ermiao said.

Ji Xiaoxiao was startled and said, "Ermiao, don't you think about it, you have to think about me!" ”

She thought that Ding Ermiao was going to commit suicide, so she was naturally surprised.

"There is no ......, I mean, make a well-dressed mound for yourself here, and in a real hundred years, the ashes will fall here." Ding Ermiao smiled faintly and said: "I am a person from the Taoist 'gate', and I am buried in Maoshan after death, which can be regarded as a return to the roots." ”

"But that's unlucky, isn't it? Are you still so young? Ji Xiaoxiao frowned and said.

"There is nothing unlucky about buying a coffin at the age of 100 years old." Ding Ermiao didn't care, and said: "The royal children in the past were also like this, as soon as they landed, the cemetery would be determined. I am a grass people, and there are no taboos. ”

"Okay, since that's the case, then this well-dressed mound belongs to the two of us, and it will be counted as mine." Ji Xiaoxiao said.

Ding Ermiao smiled and said, "This is natural." ”

Life and death, joys and sorrows, after going through so much, Ding Ermiao naturally understands Ji Xiaoxiao's intentions.

Only then did Ji Xiaoxiao turn her worries into joy, holding Ding Ermiao's hand and standing side by side.

In the middle of the afternoon, Wan Shugao and Wu Zhanzhan and Li Qingdong rushed over together. At this time, on that recess, Ding Ermiao had smashed three pits with a corpse whip.

The three pits stand side by side, regardless of priority.

Without too many pleasantries, Li Qingdong pointed to the pit on the ground and asked, "Uncle Shi, what are you doing here?" ”

"Bury 10,000 people and the south 'gate' is unharmed, and I am still alive." Ding Ermiao told his plan again.

Wu Zhanzhan and Li Qingdong glanced at each other and did not stop them.

Ding Ermiao opened his backpack, took out the jade fan pendant that Nan 'Gate' gave him unharmed, wrapped it in clean rune paper, and put it in the pit on the left side. Then, he chopped off the 10,000 people that had been shattered and put them into the pit on the right.

After thinking about it, Ding Ermiao put the umbrella in again.

Although this umbrella has the function of sheltering from the wind and rain, it is more purposeful to cover up the beheading of thousands of people and use it as a scabbard. After all, it's a modern society, and running around with a sword on your back is too ostentatious. Carrying an umbrella with you, although it is also awkward, is better than carrying a sword directly.

And now, the sword is gone, what do you need this scabbard for?

After putting away the sword and fan pendant, Ding Ermiao turned around, asked Wan Shugao for a self-defense dagger, and then cut off a strand of hair from his forehead, took off a shirt, and threw it into the pit in the middle together.

Ji Xiaoxiao also learned from Ding Ermiao and did so. However, what Ji Xiaoxiao threw into was a handkerchief and a wisp of green silk.

Ding Ermiao nodded, and suddenly waved the corpse whip, and used the whip to gather the broken soil around him, piling up the appearance of three graves, but there were no tombstones.

"Xiaoxiao, you give Guo Zhanbi and the south 'gate' well, play a song of the zither." Ding Ermiao stood silent for a long time and said.

Ji Xiaoxiao opened the piano case, set up the guzheng with the help of Wan Shugao, sat on the ground, and asked, "What is good to play?" ”

"Three 'lanes' of the alpine flowing water piano, a bottle of fresh breeze and bright moon wine. …… Just the mountains and the water. Ding Ermiao said.

"Okay." Ji Xiaoxiao took a deep breath, calmed down, and waved her hand to play the piano.

In the sound of the dingdong, Ding Ermiao took the liquor from Wanshu and toasted three times in front of the three graves.

Then Ding Ermiao also sat beside Ji Xiaoxiao, pouring himself a drink in front of the three tombs.

Wu Zhanzhan, Li Qingdong and others all stood aside and looked at Ding Ermiao silently.

The remnant sun in the western sky is like blood, and the jackdaws in the distance are dotted......

The music is melodious, the thoughts are long, thinking of the unharmed acquaintance with the South 'Gate', and the acquaintance with Guo Zhanbi, Ding Ermiao couldn't help but be in a daze.

The south 'gate' is unharmed, and he meets Pingshui, and gradually becomes irreversible. Who would have thought that he would be scattered before the ghost 'door' closed?

I thought that if Guo Zhanbi was reborn with a sword, he could be together forever with 10,000 people, but unexpectedly, there was only a short year before and after!

After a long time, Ji Xiaoxiao's song ended.

When the lingering sound finally dissipated, Ding Ermiao threw away the empty wine bottle in his hand and slowly stood up. But he had no intention of leaving, and still looked at the three graves.

"Uncle Shi, it's getting dark, let's go back?" Li Qingdong stepped forward and said.

Wan Shugao also came up to persuade him, and said, "Yes, Brother Ermiao, they can't be resurrected if they go, you ...... Let's mourn and change. ”

"Okay, okay now? Reborn, can you be reborn?! ”

Ding Ermiao suddenly raised his head and roared, the sound shook the sky, startling the crows in the sky to chirp and flee in all directions.

Wu Zhanzhan and Li Qingdong both had a 'look' on their faces.

"Ermiao......" Ji Xiaoxiao stepped forward, but found that two tears were falling from the corners of Ding Ermiao's eyes.