Chapter 634 The old grandfather sits down, the world laments
The content of the letter: "Jun Zhuo, my acquaintance with you is fate, and there is no interest involved. Bai Xuanshan wanted to occupy Qijue Palace, and it is his own fault for this result. However, I was raised by Master since I was a child, and I saw Master with my own eyes.
I died in your hands. I know that there is no hope of revenge, so I dare not live in this world. Before I die, I want to tell you something, so that I will never regret it."
Feng Junzhuo personally investigated everything about the girl and found out everything.
The girl's encounter with Feng Junzhuo was indeed a coincidence, a fate given by God. The girl returned to Baixuan Mountain. The senior officials knew about the relationship between the girl and Feng Junzhuo, and wanted the girl to get close to Feng Junzhuo and become an inside agent.
However, the girl repeatedly disobeyed the orders of the higher-ups and was severely punished, leaving many scars on her body. Regarding this matter, some of Bai Xuanshan's surviving elders can testify.
The girl watched her master die in the hands of Feng Junzhuo, but she could not feel hatred towards Feng Junzhuo and could not take revenge. However, her kindness had to be repaid, and the girl had to die to find closure in her heart.
of pain.
Knowing the whole story, Feng Junzhuo stood in front of the girl's grave for three hundred years.
From then on, Feng Junzhuo cut off his love and never had any feelings for any woman in the world for the rest of his life. He was willing to spend his life's hard work to numb himself.
Making Qijue Palace more prosperous has become Feng Junzhuo's only wish.
"Ancestor, he..."
This was the first time for everyone to hear about Feng Junzhuo's past. They were speechless and had complicated eyes.
"well!"
All the ancestors sighed, lamenting that Feng Junzhuo's life was extremely difficult.
This short paragraph carried the greatest pain and regret of Feng Junzhuo's life.
When he was about to die, Feng Junzhuo unlocked the shackles of his memory and recalled the green years of the past, his eyes gradually turning red. He wanted to see her one last time before death.
Even just one glance is enough.
Suddenly, a girl in a pink dress appeared in the fog in front of Feng Junzhuo's eyes, and the girl's laughter echoed in his ears.
"Aqiu, I'm sorry."
Feng Junzhuo stood up, looked into the distance, opened and closed his cracked and white lips, and said in a trembling voice.
In the fog in front of his eyes, Feng Junzhuo seemed to see the girl walking towards him, with a happy smile on his face.
Maybe it was Feng Junzhuo's self-salvation, or maybe the girl's will never dissipated and was always by his side. Therefore, Feng Junzhuo vaguely heard the girl's words: "It doesn't matter, I never blamed you."
Feng Junzhuo smiled, his smile was so bright.
It was also the first time for all the ancestors to see Feng Junzhuo's happy smile, and their heartstrings trembled.
"I want to hear you play the piano, just like when we first met."
The girl in the memory seemed to come alive, standing next to Feng Junzhuo, murmuring requests.
"Okay." Feng Junzhuo nodded in agreement without any hesitation.
So, under the watchful eyes of Jun Qianhua and others, Feng Junzhuo tidied up his appearance and put on a purple brocade robe, with light and elegant corners.
Afterwards, Feng Junzhuo took out a guqin and suspended it in front of him.
Feng Junzhuo sat on the ground and strummed the strings in front of him.
"Ding ding ding..."
The strings vibrate, emitting melodious sound, like gurgling water, meandering and flowing.
It is also like the chirping of hundreds of birds, echoing in the ears and lingering for a long time.
It's like the breeze blowing in your face, making your heart feel peaceful and forgetting all the troubles in the world.
As Feng Junzhuo played, everyone seemed to see what Feng Junzhuo looked like when he was young. Dressed in purple brocade clothes, with long black hair falling down, he was handsome and handsome, just like a fairy in a painting.
At that time, Feng Junzhuo was both beautiful and talented, and many women in the world fell in love with him.
Even though Feng Junzhuo looks old now, with only a few strands of white hair left on his head and a wrinkled face. He once had an infinite glory, and he dominated the world of ancient Taoism with one hand, and few people in the world can match it.
When the music came to an end, Feng Junzhuo seemed to have returned to the place where he first met the girl.
The girl said: "Jun Zhuo, I heard that the scenery in Beimang Mountain is very good. Do you want to go and see it with me?"
Feng Junzhuo looked at the girl, smiled and said, "Okay."
The girl stretched out her hand to Feng Junzhuo, with a smile as bright as a flower: "Let's go!"
In the past, Feng Junzhuo failed the girl due to various factors. This time, Feng Junzhuo held the girl's hand tightly without hesitation and would not let go again.
The song ends and people disperse.
Feng Junzhuo slowly lowered his head and closed his eyes.
"Old Taizu has passed away!"
After more than ten breaths, an elder could no longer suppress his inner emotions and knelt down wailing.
"Farewell to the great ancestor."
Yan Canghai's eyes turned red, he knelt on his knees, kowtowed and shouted.
"Thump, thump..."
Every area of the Qijue Palace manifested the vision of the setting sun, which meant that a great power had fallen. The elders and disciples of the clan stopped what they were doing, looked up at the setting sun, and all knelt down.
Jun Qianhua stood up slowly and bowed to Feng Junzhuo, his eyes full of respect.
The news that the Grand Ancestor of Qijue Palace passed away spread wildly throughout the world.
Many top powerhouses sighed after hearing this, as if they had seen their own end. One day, like the old Taizu, they would become a speck of dust in the long river of history.
"His life is considered worthy, and he has left a lasting mark in the course of time."
"If it hadn't been for Feng Junzhuo back then, even if Qijue Palace had not been destroyed, it would have definitely been reduced to a third-rate force. How could it be as prosperous as it is today."
"How many heroes have been born in the endless years. There are so many people like Old Man Feng. Millions of years later, how many people will be able to remember them?"
"A sentence in an ancient book is likely to be a person's life. Those who come after will not be cut off. We will eventually become passers-by in history and sleep in the long river of time."
Many old guys looked in the direction of Qijue Palace and felt a lot of emotion.
Those who seek immortality do not want to let themselves become the past, and do not want their lifetime achievements and achievements to be in vain.
A few days later, Jun Qianhua gained the trust of Qijue Palace and buried Feng Junzhuo on Baixuan Mountain, together with the girl.
In order to ensure that no one would disturb Feng Junzhuo's eternal sleep, Qijue Palace rebuilt the Baixuan Mountain that had been reduced to ruins, set up a large formation, and sent elders to take turns guarding it.
Because Qijue Palace was related to Jun Qianhua, even if Feng Junzhuo died, all parties would not take any action and everything would remain as before.
Feng Junzhuo dedicated his whole life to Qijue Palace and was saved before his death.
The competition in this era will not stop because of someone's death. The fight between the young geniuses is getting more and more intense. The pressure on the human race is greater than in previous eras.
Coffin for burial of immortals, on the red soil floor.
Xu Changge stayed within the Yin-Yang Dao Map and fought with heroes of many eras to lay the foundation.
On this day, Xu Changge encountered the will of an outstanding hero, his expression solemn and focused.