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The snow of this wax moon fell for three days and three nights.

Heavy snow enveloped the entire valley. Even the lake is covered in snow and ice. The grass huts and pavilions by the lake are even more like wrapped in a thick white veil, which looks strangely solemn and sad.

In a small area in front of the straw hut, there is no snow, only a lonely figure, sad as before.

His head hung deeply, as if he was listening, or calling, and as if he was still immersed in a beautiful dream. And the corners of his closed eyes have long since turned into tears. He wrapped his stiff hands around him, as if holding on to something. In his arms, there was only a white dress left, as well as broken bones, skeletons, and silver filaments wrapped in the white dress.

Red face and white bones, like a dream in an instant, all kinds of feelings, panic with the wind......

Blameless still sat silently, like a lonely stone. He seemed to follow the cold lips, guarding a wisp of fragrant soul leisurely away.

And so it was, and four more days passed.

Blameless finally opened his eyes slowly, and before he could see the bones in his arms, he suddenly raised his head again and let out a deep sigh.

"Ziyan, you always have to thank me. And in my heart, I don't want to thank you. It was you who made me feel loved, and it was you who made me feel home. I might as well thank you for the heavens and the earth, for letting you and I walk hand in hand......"

Wu Yi lowered his head, his eyes full of sadness. After a while, he gently put down the bones of Ziyan, touched the ground on his toes, and suddenly disappeared into midair. An hour later, he returned, holding a thick trunk in both hands, which had been hollowed out into a wooden coffin.

Put down the wooden coffin and open the lid.

Wu Yi spread a soft white veil in the coffin, and then gently put it in with Ziyan's bones. Then he walked to the hut, picked up the clothes and clothes that Ziyan had used, and before he turned around, he took out the picture scrolls hanging in the shed.

"Ziyan, every day I know you is like a poetic picture. If you like it, take it!"

Wu Yi put all the dresses and pictures into the wooden coffin, and then turned and walked to the pavilion.

On the white silk of the wooden case in the pavilion, there is an unfinished picture. But the fairy is gone, and the picture is incomplete. A relationship is not consummated after all.

Blameless picked up the paintbrush, and the thick ink turned into ice. He opened his mouth, sighed gently, waited for the tip of the pen to melt, and swayed his calligraphy and painting.

In the blank space of the picture, a lonely figure is presented, and he bows his head and hugs a skeleton, looking extremely sad and helpless. The snow fell again, adding a bit of miserable artistic conception. This situation is the true portrayal of the end.

Blameless sighed, and then waved his pen: "Pegasus is red dust, waving his sleeves and purple smoke, deep in the clouds of Sendai, looking back at the two ......"

He had just finished writing, frowning slightly.

This passage is very familiar, but the last two sentences, as if obtained in a dream, obviously refer to something else. In other words, there is a definite number in the dark?

Without thinking too much, he threw away the paintbrush, then took the canvas and turned around and put it in the coffin. When he grabbed the lid of the coffin, the corners of his eyes twitched, and he hesitated for a moment before gently putting it down. After the wooden coffin was covered and held in his arms, he walked slowly along the shore of the lake through the snow......

On the slope of the west side of the valley, there is an additional mound. The snow had not melted all around, and the newly piled mound was abrupt and dazzling.

"Ziyan, you have left a last word to be buried in this Red Ridge Valley. I didn't dare say yes, but I didn't forget!"

The small mound is the grave of Purple Smoke. Not far away, there are two other large snowdrifts. They are the graves of the Black Jiao and the thirty-two martyrs.

Wu Yi buried Ziyan's remains on the hillside, lit a few candles in front of the grave, and placed cakes and other offerings, and then staggered and sat down. He seemed tired and decadent. For three months, he has brought light and joy to Ziyan. And a lot of pain and memories are deeply left in my heart. Now that Ziyan is gone, he suddenly has no support, no support, and suddenly has a sense of loneliness and madness.

"I don't have a father or mother, I don't have relatives. When I was down, only Ziyan never disliked it, and tolerated me, understood my hardships, and treated each other with affection without complaint. Now that you're gone, I'm really reluctant!"

Even if he was reluctant, he was helpless. I can only watch you slowly leave, enduring the torment of life and death. Ziyan, you said that I was desperately trying to improve my cultivation, and I couldn't keep it like that? I couldn't keep the thirty-two fierce women, I couldn't keep Xiao Hei, I couldn't keep my Ziyan, and now I was even more reluctant to survive, and I was getting farther and farther away from the freedom in my dreams......

"Could it be that the cultivation of high strength is only used to kill people......

"Yes, my cultivation is all robbed and cheated. Now the Shenzhou Immortal Gate is forcing me to go to Yushan. Saving people is fake, sending people to death is real. And if you don't go, you won't be able to live in peace. Qi Sanren and Taixu have accidents, and I am even more ashamed. In the final analysis, isn't it all because of the Nine Star Divine Sword?"

"Besides, there's no real bargain in this world. Perhaps the day I strayed into the path of immortals, I was doomed to today's fate. And I've been mad, mad, loved, hated. Once in life, there should be no regrets. Since it's up to me, why don't I make the final decision......"

"Ziyan, you don't blame me, do you? Even if I live for tens of thousands of years, what can I do. Looking back suddenly, I was alone, without relatives and for no reason, I was really afraid of being alone. What's more, you also said that don't live up to your original intentions, don't forget your roots......"

Blameless chattering alone, talking to himself, like an old man in his twilight years, with a lifetime of grievances and feelings. He was tormented and tormented, or he was making a choice. After a few days like this, he couldn't bear it anymore when he was exhausted, so he took out two jade bottles without looking, took out four pills from them and threw them into his mouth, and then fell asleep in front of Ziyan's grave.

In the valley, snow fell again.

The blameless body was covered with snow, but he didn't realize it, and he was still sleeping. At this time, he is not afraid of someone looking for him. In other words, he has let go of his attachment to life and death. In the flying snowflakes, he gradually became one with the mound, and finally merged into the whole valley......

The snow stopped.

The warm breeze is coming again.

The snow slowly melted, and a lonely figure was still lying in front of the grave, as if it was still guarding his purple smoke, and walked through the last cold winter hand in hand.

Before you know it, the grass on the shore sends out spring buds. The two large and small mounds that have been piled up successively have also added a layer of light green color. The silent Hongling Valley ushers in the reincarnation of another season.

Blameless finally woke up.

He slowly opened his eyes, stretched out his hand to caress the new grass green on the mound, as if caressing Ziyan's hair, and a trace of melancholy flashed in his expression. After a while, he slowly sat up, and after a little trance, he let out a low sigh.

How long have you been asleep?

More than three months.

After swallowing the Blood Qiong Pill and the Divine Fetal Pill, did you break through the realm of earth immortals?

No.

The Blood Qiong Pill refined by the Qi San people, and the Divine Fetal Pill, can forcibly improve cultivation, which can be called a miracle elixir. Among them, the blood Qiong Dan originally wanted to be left for Ziyan, and then wanted to transfer it to Ye Zi, but in the end it was not able to be sent out. These two bottles of four pills became his last reliance. Who would have thought that after swallowing the pill and sleeping for three months, there was no breakthrough in cultivation, so I couldn't help but be disappointed.

Wuyi stood up, looked at the muddy robe, and silently looked at the purple smoke grave, and then slowly paced towards the lake.

He washed himself in the lake and changed into a clean white shirt. And the long hair has not yet been combed, and it goes with the flow. The bun has been untied, so why bother combing it. If yin and yang reunite, they are not afraid that Ziyan will not recognize it. and sent his sorrow with his hair, but hated when he couldn't comb his hair......

Blameless continued to walk along the lake, and the grass hut and gazebo arrived in front of him.

The scene of the past is suddenly like yesterday. But things are not people, and there is no way to pursue them.

Wandering back and forth between the grass hut and the gazebo, Wu Zi was a little unguarded. With a glance, he leaned down to pick up something. It turned out to be a comb of purple smoke, which was left here in a panic. He looked at things and thought about people, his face was gloomy, he shook his head, and continued to walk alone by the lake.

In the sea of qi at this time, Jin Dan, surrounded by seven sword lights, became more and more like the shape of a villain, and his facial features were complete and inexplicably powerful. It is simple and easy to see that with the Blood Qiong Dan and the Divine Fetus Pill, although he has not been able to forcibly break through, the cultivation of the Earth Immortal has reached the state of perfection.

According to this, can you be regarded as a half-step into the Flying Immortals?

Even if he still can't beat that guy from the Shenzhou Envoy, does he have the power to maneuver?

If there is another surprise means, can you fight him......

Wu Ji looked at the wooden comb in his hand, seemed to have a thought, turned over the palm of his hand, and the wooden comb was replaced by a wooden card and a jade slip.

This thing comes from the Valley of All Souls and is obtained by Miaoshan. Although he gave his ring to Shangguan Qiao'er, he only left this wooden plaque and jade slip. There may be a mystery in it, which still needs to be figured out......

In the valley, a figure circled around the lake. From day to night, day after day. And no matter how many times he turned, he was always frowning and thinking about the wooden card and jade jian. It was not until seven days later that he stopped, turned and flew out of the valley, and a moment later reappeared in front of the mound on the hillside. With a wave of his hand, there were three more tombstones and a large bouquet of wildflowers on the ground.

Three tombstones, respectively, are engraved: the tomb of the thirty-two martyrs, the tomb of the god Jiao Xiaohei, and the tomb of the purple smoke fairy. And the tombstone of Purple Smoke. It is one more line of payment, and the grandson is not to blame, and he stands in the spring moon.

Three tombstones were erected in front of the grave.

Three mounds, different in size. The mound of purple smoke is located at the highest point of the hillside, facing the morning sun and overlooking the landscape. Next to him was Xiao Hei and the thirty-two martyrs.

Blameless took the wildflowers and planted them one by one in the graves of purple smoke.

"Ziyan, I didn't want to erect a monument for you, and I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to return to see you in the future. Let the thirty-two girls and Xiao Hei accompany you. And this flower will fill your grave every year!"

Facing the tombstone, he muttered to himself, smiled astringently, and slowly stepped on the sword. And he seemed reluctant to leave, circling back and forth above the valley.

A moment later, a colorful sword light flashed. In an instant, there were three more big characters on the cliff on the side of the cemetery: Red Dust Valley.

He took one last look at the familiar valley and turned to gallop away......