Chen Changsheng sighed softly and said, "Don't you want to go back and take a look?"
Bai Ziqiu shook his head and said: "Not to mention that I can't get out now, even if I get out, what can I do?"
"Do you want to see the pity the world has for me, an old man?"
"I used to be the proud genius of Jianshan, but now I'm just a bad old man."
Bai Ziqiu chuckled. He dug at the fire and said, "I guess not many people remember me."
Chen Changsheng had no way to answer the next question. After a long silence, he said: "Chen can send you out."
Bai Ziqiu shook his head and smiled: "No, it's good to die here."
Chen Changsheng sighed: "Chen also knew clearly at that moment whether you were looking away or not."
Bai Ziqiu smiled and said, "Who knows."
His voice changed and he said: "Before, you said you owed me a favor."
"When I die, how about you find a successor for those three swords? That way we'll be clear on both sides."
"Why don't you find it yourself?"
"I'm afraid..."
Bai Ziqiu looked at Chen Changsheng and said, "I won't be able to survive the spring, and I don't want to stay any longer. One more day will mean another day of suffering."
After hearing this, Chen Changsheng felt mixed emotions in his heart.
He sighed again and agreed to the matter.
…
With the bright sun at dawn, the snow in the Demon Realm began to melt, and the color of dead wood fell into the eyes, no longer the white light.
Qing Tianyou's injury has improved a lot. In his spare time, he will take out his bamboo flute and play a song.
It is worth mentioning that Bai Ziqiu likes the music composed by Qingtianyou very much. For him, being able to listen to a Xiao Sheng here is a dream come true.
After Qingtianyou saw this, he played the flute occasionally to give the twilight old man some comfort.
The snow melts particularly quickly.
The cold air in the forest is getting colder and colder.
"Woo..."
The sound of howling echoed in the valley.
Qingtianyou stood aside, staring at the melting snow. All the creatures who died in this heavy snow seemed to rest in peace.
The energy of the vegetation gradually recovered, and saplings were pulled up from the land under the sunshine.
A flash of green enters the eye, hinting that the spring breeze is coming.
Bai Ziqiu sat in front of the fire, warming tea as usual, listening to the sound of the flute played in the sky.
The difference is that he is holding a sword in his hand.
He closed his eyes and looked particularly quiet.
After a long time, Bai Ziqiu opened his eyes.
His face was a little pale, and no white mist came out when he opened his mouth.
Bai Ziqiu called out.
"Blue Demon King."
Qingtianyou, who stood on the top of the mountain, lowered his head and looked at the old man beside the fire.
I just heard the old man say: "Play a song and give it to me."
Qingtian You was stunned for a moment. He held the bamboo flute in his hand and didn't know what to do.
Chen Changsheng walked out from behind him, and without looking down, he said to Qingtian You: "Excuse me."
Qingtianyou didn't understand, so he asked: "Why don't you save him? With your ability..."
Chen Changsheng said: "For him, that is liberation."
Qing Tianyou fell silent. He lowered his head and glanced at the old man sitting in front of the fire in the valley. He raised his head and saw the countless corpses after the snow melted.
He sighed softly and then put the bamboo flute to his mouth.
"Woo..."
The hollow sound of the flute came from the top of the mountain.
The rhyme of the music lingers endlessly in the empty valley, as if the spring equinox is blowing, sending the sound of the bamboo flute to all parts of the demon realm.
Bai Ziqiu, who was sitting next to the fire, was holding a sword, which was the blood-stained sword.
He hugged her tightly, and when he closed his eyes, his life's high spirits appeared in his mind like a fleeting glance.
There is a master, there are brothers, there are monsters he has killed, there are many places he has been, and there are all things in the world.
Bai Ziqiu's wrinkled face was filled with a slight smile, and with so much tenderness, his consciousness gradually fell silent.
"Crack."
The sound of firewood crackled.
The warm tea on the fire was completely boiled dry.
The old man sitting beside him remained motionless. The last mana in his dantian flowed into his limbs and bones, and finally dissipated.
And the aura of the old man also completely faded away.
"jingle."
There seemed to be a clear bell ringing.
Chen Changsheng held the Taiqing Sword in his hand, held it horizontally in front of him, and swiped it past, kicking up the dust.
"Jiejui Tzu Chi, the Great Thousand Nectars Gate, the True Form of the Wonderful Way, the Purple Gold Auspicious Appearance, comes randomly to feel the emotion, and vows to be boundless. The Great Sage, the Great Compassion, the Great Compassion, the Great Vow, the name of the ten directions, saves all living beings, and saves countless people for hundreds of millions of kalpas...
…”
"Fuck it, the money falls to the ground and the BMW takes to the sky."
"Drive away from the fire to burn it, and blow it away with the Sunda wind. Like lotus flowers blooming everywhere, like white snow flying in the sky."
"Ascending to the heavenly realm, descending to the realm of Kun. All sentient beings will ascend to the shore of the road together."
"Relying on the power of the Tao, it is a good cause, your ambition is fulfilled, and flying clouds send you to the heavenly master. It is an incredible merit."
"... A hundred years of life is like swimming in a dream. Once there is no permanent place to return, the soul will go to the Nangong from now on to pay homage to the supreme emperor. I hope that the souls of the deceased will ascend to heaven soon."
"The feathers are merciful and lead the way to the throne."
The sound of the flute faded away, Bai Ziqiu's body turned into little bits of light and disappeared, and his soul turned into blue light and went straight up to the sky.
Chen Changsheng saw this and raised his sword.
Following Bai Ziqiu's soul all the way out of the Demon Realm, they came to the barrier of heaven and earth.
Chen Changsheng raised his hand, and a few strands of heavenly power appeared in his palm.
At this moment, something strange suddenly happened.
Heaven and earth seem to feel something and want to discuss it.
Chen Changsheng raised his eyebrows and said, "Why does Chen need to exchange with you?"
Before Tiandi could react, he pressed his palm on the barrier.
All eight strands of the power of heaven and earth dispersed, creating a gap in the barrier.
Bai Ziqiu's soul returned to the human world from the gap and went to where he should go.
But those eight rays of power of heaven and earth turned into nothing.
After Bai Ziqiu's soul left, the gap was filled by heaven and earth in the blink of an eye.
There seemed to be a faint sigh.
The gaze of heaven and earth becomes indifferent.
Chen Changsheng glanced over and saw nothing strange, and then left here.
Qingtianyou stood on the top of the mountain, raised his eyes and saw the return of the sword light.
He asked: "Where did you go just now?"
"Send him back to where he belongs."
Chen Changsheng said something, and then he jumped down from the mountain top and fell into the valley.
Qingtianyou was puzzled. After going down the mountain, he came to the fire and sat down.
One person and one demon were silent, and the atmosphere was a bit heavy.
Chen Changsheng looked at the sword that fell on the ground in front of him. It was Bai Ziqiu's sword and it did not leave with him.
He reached out and picked it up, holding it in his hand and taking a look at it.
There is no name on the sword. Bai Ziqiu has never mentioned the name of this sword.
Chen Changsheng looked at it for a long time, and finally his eyes, like Bai Ziqiu's, fell on the swaying firelight.
The mountains are no longer green, the clouds are no longer white, and the youth is no longer young.