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Chapter 113 The origin of pity

When Liansheng said these two words, I felt relieved in my heart.

At least I could feel a little relieved when I let this poor child look at the outside world and not let him leave with regret.

But this did not relieve my grief.

In the early morning after sunrise, the sunlight reflects on the thin white snow, which is very beautiful.

The entrance of this cave is close to the top of the mountain, and you can see far at a glance. Between the world, people can be very small.

Looking at the towering mountains and vast sky, life and death may not be that important. We are all just passing by in a hurry, and it is enough to have no regrets.

I wiped away the tears from my face, hugged Liansheng and walked out of the cave, and walked step by step towards the top of the mountain.

His faint breath hit my cheek, I was afraid that it would disappear in the next moment, and I cherish every second I am now.

So, when I saw a group of people standing in front of me, I just whispered a low voice.

The group of people standing in front of me were led by Aunt Chengzhen. I saw the old beast and Brother Zhengchuan supported by the old beast.

There are also those subordinates of Ren Xiaoxuan who were taken away by the soldier soul. Isn’t one of them the ones who made things difficult for Brother Zhengchuan and me at the entrance of the ghost market? In the inner city, except for Ren Xiaoxuan and the old man, they were all wearing masks, but I didn’t recognize them.

One of them was the one who paused my steps.

But now, I already know that he is not Ren Xiaoxuan, he is the real Ren Xiaoji.

There was also a kind of cunning like a city in his eyebrows. At first glance, he felt that the little person was completely different from Ren Xiaoxuan.

Before, how could I mistake Ren Xiaoxuan for him? His temperament was completely different, just like the difference between the white clouds in the sky and the sludge underground. Although he was a little underestimated to the Ren Xiaoji in front of him, the fact is indeed the case.

It seems that I was also deceived by this exact face and figure.

At this moment, Ren Xiaoji looked a little timid and looked even more vulgar. Seeing me walking silently with Lian Sheng in his arms, he suddenly rushed out, a little flattering, but also a little humbly asked: "Where is my brother?"

I don't know how to answer him? But the person who always followed Ren Xiaoxuan's old man snorted coldly, and another Ren Xiaoxuan's subordinate pulled him back and said, "That's Mr. Ren's enemy, don't embarrass Mr. Ren."

"Oh, oh." Ren Xiaoji retreated with a pleasing smile.

At this time, Aunt Chengzhen walked up to me but wanted to speak. When she gritted her teeth, she turned around and said to the group of people: "What enemy is not the enemy? You are also from my Snow Mountain lineage. If you say that he is a friend, you dare to recognize him as an enemy? If you don't accept it, you can leave."

Aunt Chengzhen said this very rudely, but I heard her repressive helplessness.

I don’t know what kind of involvement Ren Xiaoxuan and the Snow Mountain lineage were. I just smiled indifferently, responding to the love of Aunt Chengzhen, and gently patting Liansheng, telling him not to fall asleep.

Fortunately, his weak breathing was still there.

"Ye Zhengling." I turned around and continued to walk towards the top of the mountain. Aunt Chengzhen couldn't help but call me.

"Let him go, I have never seen him as sad as he is in my memory." It was Brother Masakawa's voice.

There was finally a calm behind me, and I could finally walk to the top of the mountain quietly with Liansheng... The vision would be wider there. If possible, I just wanted Liansheng to look more and further.

At this time, whether it is the world or the world of demons, those troubles are no longer important.

None of them knew that the greatest wish of a poor child was to take a look at the outside world.

If everyone, even if they are monsters, their requirements will be so simple. Will there be so many disputes in this world? If we walk on the road of life, can cherish what we have, and can stop at any time to see the scenery in front of us, then what is there to argue?

Unfortunately, things in the world are not so simple.

Living is a kind of* in itself.

God let us be born in the *, which is the essence of refining our mind! So, how many people can break free?

The wind is strong on the top of the mountain, and there is an open terrain on the top of the mountain.

I hugged Liansheng and sat on a rock. Under the warm sun, I didn't feel cold, but Liansheng couldn't help but tremble slightly, and even my body temperature couldn't warm him.

I couldn't bear to see him with this kind of cold, but I didn't want to pull me and speak, and there was a strange rosy on my face. This was a rosy that I had never seen before since I met him. His voice was no longer weak. Although it was not full of energy, it exuded a kind of happiness.

"Brother Ye, it's here, it's very good here."

I hugged him tightly and looked at the top of the mountain silently. I saw the continuous mountains and could see the unfrozen river flowing through it. If I looked farther away, I could even see the faint scattered houses at the foot of the mountain at the edge.

This place is very good. The world has never been beautiful. Sometimes it is just the heart of the people.

"Brother Ye, I am a flower of ten thousand souls." Liansheng murmured in my arms. I did not interrupt him, but just listened to his quiet words.

"I don't know how many years I have existed, I only know that I am blooming for a hero! The death of millions of people can be merciful from God. If a true hero, if he does not know his reputation in the world, God will also reward a flower of Ten Thousand Souls and place it in his place of death. As the hero's soul leaves, the flower of Ten Thousand Souls will wither."

What kind of hero can get a flower of ten thousand souls on the grave? I couldn't help but be fascinated by it.

Because that is the respect from heaven and earth.

"That's how I was split up with the hero. Unfortunately, the soul of the hero I was with has never left, and he still has something he wants to protect. I have been open on his grave like this." Lian Sheng's voice gradually lowered. Speaking of this past event, even his childish voice had a force that seemed to penetrate time.

I felt the loneliness that blooms for thousands or even thousands of years.

"Brother Ye, do you know? The ten thousand soul flowers represent the will of the hero, the respect of heaven and earth, and the meaning of the flower souls is different. And my flower language is life. Because the will of the hero I accompany is the will of the unrepentant death, and I hope to exchange for more people's life with sacrifice. Therefore, the flower language that I promised by heaven and earth is life, a trace of vitality."

I know this. At that time, the owner of the tomb had already said it.

This ten thousand soul flowers are life, and only the life that is exchanged for without regrets.

But I have never cared about these things. Whether it is life or death, it is impossible for me to live in my heart to be just a flower. He is a living person.

After changing to a more comfortable position, Liansheng sat in my arms. His eyes greedily looked at the scenery of the world, but continued word by word: "Brother Ye, do you know? I didn't feel that loneliness at the beginning. In the chaos of thousands of years, time passed by a second, and a thousand years passed by. It was no different for me."

"I don't know when it started, but I had a trace of my own vague will. This vague will seemed to sense my own existence and the surroundings."

"From that time, I finally felt lonely. From my vague memories, I even remembered that there was a great disaster here. Before the great disaster, I remember that I seemed to be on a lonely mountain top, and there was a city under the top of the mountain, which was a mysterious city."

"I don't know much. I just know that there was a kind of light at that time, called sunshine, and a kind of water called rain... Occasionally, someone would go up to the top of this mountain to pay tribute to the hero I accompanied. I envy them for walking."

"This has been a long time ago. When I woke up, it was already dark."

"I don't know how long it took for such a life to become more and more lonely, so I want to wither and end this loneliness myself. But I want to truly feel what it feels like to be like a human in this world?"

I listened silently, feeling that there were a lot of vague information in Liansheng's words, and I also felt that sometimes, having a trace of your own will is not a painful thing. When you can feel joy, you will inevitably not feel sad? In the past, I didn't understand why life was a kind of suffering.

If there is no birth, how can old age, sickness and death come from?

At the same time, we are all greedy for life, because relative, there is darkness and sunshine... Sometimes, a trace of beauty is also a reason to nostalgia for the world.

We are tempering ourselves in this contradiction.

Liansheng had his own will, and finally felt the pain and loneliness of life. He wanted to give up on life, but he was greedy for more life.

The Tao between heaven and earth is too complicated, and when can we understand a little bit of it?

Liansheng's story continues.

"It was when I was so lonely that I was about to die that the hero I accompanied finally had some movement! That day, a person came to his grave where he had been lonely for a long time, and the hero who had been guarding there woke up because of the appearance of that person."

"He told that person that I would have a life, and between my life, my chance will come."

"He cannot control how fate swings, and his will has not changed. From the beginning of this colorful flower with vitality, he will give it to a later generation."

"He asked me how to choose. If I leave his grave, I will meet the fate arranged by his will. At that time, the Ten Thousand Soul Flowers will no longer exist, and even the thousands of years of loneliness will not exist again."
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