"This?" Li Luo felt a slight headache and wanted to say something else, but suddenly he saw the shoulders of the woman in front of him shaking slightly. Ji Zhilu cried. Li Luo's heart softened inexplicably, and he smiled casually and said, "Okay, since Miss Ji is willing to listen,
Then I will sing it again."
Li Luo coughed lightly, and as soon as he breathed out the word "蒹", Ji Zhilu turned around, her tears were not dry, but there was a trace of shy gratitude on her face. Ji Zhilu glared at Li Luo, and said angrily: "Are you seriously still?
Want to sing?"
Li Luo nodded and said harmoniously: "As long as the girl wants to hear it."
"You." Ji Zhilu sighed silently, the ice in the corners of her eyes gradually melted, and there were ripples like water.
The two of them were still walking in tandem. Ji Zhilu looked sad, but her eyes were much clearer, and she had obviously broken free from her inner demons. Li Luo felt relieved at this time, even if Ji Zhilu sought revenge for Zuo Haotang in the future.
The method was harsh, but at least it was not extreme. Listening to Li Luo's sigh of relief, Ji Zhilu might have laughed out loud if she hadn't been in such a heavy mood at the moment. She was really a thoughtful person but didn't speak much.
"What did you want to sing just now?" Ji Zhilu asked softly.
"What?" Li Luo was stunned and asked.
"If you don't sing that song, what do you want to sing to me?"
"Oh." Li Luo understood and said loudly, "I once heard a song from a close friend of mine. I don't know the name, but this song is desolate and heroic. I originally wanted to sing it to Miss Ji."
"Well, sir, can you sing to me now?" Ji Zhilu said in a low voice.
Li Luo glanced at Ji Zhilu, nodded heavily, and said only one word: "Okay." After that, he started singing:
The cold wind whistled and the snow fell;
The long road is long, walking along with singing;
Looking back at the stars, the past is like smoke and clouds; still remembering the time of separation, only the love in the snow remains
Love in the snow, dreaming in the snow before waking up, infatuation in exchange for a lifetime of tears;
Walking in the snow, walking alone in the snow, showing off so much heroic spirit;
Only by walking with you can we pursue our dreams.
There are not many lyrics. Leng Bing once sang this majestic and desolate song when Leng Bing and Li Luo were parting in the abandoned building in Zhuocheng. Li Luo listened to it once and memorized it. He didn't expect to sing this song again.
At that time, he was actually next to the ears of a beautiful and sad woman in Xiaoxing Mountain in Beifu.
The ridge of the roof was exposed in the courtyard at the back of the mountain. Li Luo stopped singing and followed Ji Zhilu silently. Turning around the bamboo forest, Ji Zhilu stopped and said softly: "This song is very nice, thank you."
Li Luo said with a look of shame on his face: "I should have thanked the girl, but it's just a meager effort and I don't deserve the girl's praise."
Ji Zhilu raised her head and blinked, her expression brightened a little, and she smiled lightly and said: "Young master, what you want is similar to mine." After speaking, she paused slightly and then continued in a calm voice, "Haotang will be buried in seven days. If you are willing, master, I will do it for Hao Tang."
Put a stick of incense on the tang to see him off. There is no need to wait until the day is chosen. Burning a stick of incense during the funeral is enough."
Li Luo looked at Ji Zhilu with pity. She was such a reasonable woman. Death and burial were important matters that could not be taken lightly, whether in the court or in the countryside. There were etiquette in the court and vulgar etiquette among the people.
.As far as funerals are concerned, there are three stages of encoffining, funeral and burial among the people. First is the encoffining, then the funeral and the funeral, and then the burial. All relatives and friends need to follow this process and can only leave after the burial. In other words, you can come
You can leave later, but you can't leave early, as this would be disrespectful to the deceased. Li Luo had already intended to leave, but after encountering this incident, he had no choice but to stay.
Li Luo should have waited until Zuo Haotang was buried before leaving, but Ji Zhilu didn't care about these customary rituals, so she burned a stick of incense and left as she pleased.
Ji Zhilu saw that Li Luo was thinking slightly, but she didn't look weird. She said calmly: "The mourning hall is in Qianshan. If you are not in a hurry, you can go there tomorrow and let Xiaozhu take you there. There are many people in Qianshan today, so Master has gone."
You may not be able to enter the mourning hall."
Li Luo nodded and did not say when he would go there. He just looked at Ji Zhilu quietly and said softly: "If Miss Ji wants to avenge Mr. Zuo, I will definitely help you out of morality."
Ji Zhilu said oh, unaware of Li Luo's intention and weight when he said these words. She bowed and quietly walked towards the front mountain alone.
Han Xue was no longer in the yard. Tie Lan looked around anxiously. When he saw Li Luo and Ji Zhilu coming back, he quickly dropped the chores in his hands and ran all the way to the front mountain after Ji Zhilu. When he passed by Li Luo, he just raised his eyebrows.
He raised his hand and didn't even have time to say hello.
There is no trace of Xiaodie. I don’t know where she went. Xiaozhu is the only one left in the yard. Even if there is such a big change, there will always be someone in the house to clean up these broken pieces, no matter whether he is in the mood or not. Xiaozhu’s expression is still calm, but there is only a gap between his eyebrows.
The dark clouds also revealed the sadness in my heart at this moment. I don't know whether this sadness is more because Zuo Haotang died tragically, or because Ji Zhilu was more heartbroken.
It turns out that when Zuo Haotang's whereabouts were unknown, everyone was worried, but there was always hope. Now that the dust has settled, there is no excuse to deceive oneself and others anymore. The flowers in the yard are blooming, but here they are lifeless.
It's as if the sun is setting over the mountains.
Li Luo didn't say much, he just quietly helped Xiaozhu clean up some inexplicable housework. The most difficult thing at this time was loneliness. Xiaozhu was not afraid of the wild beasts or the darkness in the mountains, but he was afraid of the deserted yard. When Li Luo came in
After that, he calmed down a little, his petite body stopped shaking, and he secretly glanced at Li Luo. It was a pity that this elder brother was an outsider, otherwise Xiaozhu just wanted to lie on Li Luo's shoulder and cry.
On the second day, Li Luo did not go to Qianshan. On the fourth day, Li Luo asked Xiaozhu to lead the way to Qianshan mourning hall.
The back mountain of Xiaoxing Mountain is quiet and dangerous, with valleys hidden in the mountains and rivers hidden in the valleys. There are lakes and rivers in the rivers, which are winding and winding, showing a bit of weirdness; while the front mountain is majestic and majestic, with steep gates, and one man can guard thousands of people.
Mo Kaizhi. After entering the Xiaoxing Mountain Gate, you will find the center of the Sword Alliance. I heard Xiaozhu casually mention that the valley where the Sword Alliance is located is called the Hidden Sword Valley. Although it is named after the valley, the terrain of the Hidden Sword Valley is quite flat.
The mountain is not that steep at all. There are many stone and wooden houses built in rows on the hillside, and there is something else.
Li Luo was familiar with the military formations and was even better at setting up formations. He could tell at a glance that these wooden and stone houses were built according to the military formations. The common spur formations and full moon formations could be seen everywhere. Small formations merged into large formations.
, the big formation echoes the front, rear, left and right of these small formations, which shows the skill of the people who set up the formation.