i have a sword fairy

Chapter 115 Holding hands again
Zhao Rong buried Liu Sanbian under an unnamed green mountain.

There are no eye-catching scenery and intriguing stories of places of interest around.

This is just an ordinary green hill.

A low hill.

Just like this morning that buried Liu Sanbian.

Ordinary.

Zhao Rong wanted to bury Liu Sanbian next to his father's grave.

But that day, shortly after Zhao Rong and Su Xiaoxiao "razed" the Liang Jing Qin Mansion to the ground.

The Wei officials and the remaining members of the Langxi Qin family began to hunt down the culprit overwhelmingly.

Zhao Rong and Su Xiaoxiao had no choice but to take Liu Sanbian's body with them, traveling day and night, and fled in a hurry without stopping.

There were some setbacks on the way, but generally escaped to the border of the Wei Dynasty smoothly.

Now that he has arrived at a safe place, he is about to leave Dawei.

Zhao Rong and Su Xiaoxiao had time to let the dead rest in peace, at least in Liu Sanbian's hometown.

He deliberately chose this remote and quiet place.

facing south.

The direction facing Dawei Liangjing is also the direction Liu Sanbian came from, the direction he kept turning his head, and the direction of home.

Among the woods, there is a misty dawn mist.

Strips of light-colored golden light leaked from the wet leaves.

The morning air was still cold, but it smelled of earth.

In front of a newly erected solitary grave.

Zhao Rong lit three sticks of incense.

He took the yellow paper from Su Xiaoxiao's hand.

squat.

Light the fire with her and burn the paper.

The solitary tomb is remote.

No one around.

Only the two of them are busy in this wilderness.

A Confucian scholar, a fox demon.

Go to a warrior's grave.

Zhao Rong stood in front of the tomb.

Take out a jug of wine.

It's not some delicious wine from Xianjia, but it was bought from the open-air wine shop that he stopped for a short time on the way to die with Liu Sanbian that day.

Zhao Rong thought at the time that it would be useful.

He sprinkled wine across the tomb.

Quietly looking at this lonely tomb.

At the head is a simple tombstone.

Blank with no words.

It's not that Zhao Rong can't write inscriptions, on the contrary, he knows a lot of good inscriptions.

Or generous, or tragic, or philosophical, or broad-minded.

No matter how bad it was, he could still engrave Liu Sanbian's name on it.

But he still didn't write.

It is for the future, leaving it to the child named Qingshan to do it.

When Zhao Rong gave the relic to Liu Qingshan, he would truthfully tell him where his father's tomb was and why his father died.

Tell him that during the long journey, every night when the bonfire is lit and there is wine, the taciturn Liu Sanbian will always talk about him tirelessly.

Tell him that whenever he hears the word Qingshan, no matter when and where, the warmest and softest smile will always bloom on that sinister and fierce face.

Tell him that it's not that Liu Sanbian doesn't care about him, but that as a son of man, he must fulfill his responsibility for the unsatisfactory result, and ask "why" in person?
Zhao Ronghui would point Liu Qingshan in that direction and let him inscribe the inscription by himself, because he is also the Son of Man.

The wine in the jug has been spilled.

Not a single drop fell.

Zhao Rong stood quietly.

Su Xiaoxiao squatted on the ground, watching the blazing flames.

The two were speechless.

When the flame burns out.

Zhao Rong turned around, picked up the bookcase, and left directly.

Su Xiaoxiao hurriedly followed, but she couldn't help but look back a few times as she walked.

That was her and Zhao Rong's companion along the way. Not long ago, his voice and appearance were still in his mind, but now he was lying alone in the cold wooden coffin, sleeping forever.

Su Xiaoxiao hates parting, hates death, hates all sad stories.

and so.

She will cherish what she has very much.

The little fox demon quietly glanced at Zhao Rong's thin back.

The two went all the way away, leaving the lonely grave behind, and embarked on the journey north again.

Zhao Rong didn't look back in the end.

He wasn't actually sad.

He even witnessed the process of Liu Sanbian going to death that day behind a window on Suzaku Avenue, except for the last finger, which gave him a shocking and inexplicable sense of martial arts.

He is not sad.

Just a simple thought came to mind.

Oh, he died.

just.

later in the journey.

Sometimes when drinking in a restaurant, they will habitually buy an extra pot, but after a moment of silence, they will silently reach out and collect half of the wine price.

Sometimes during the day, when she was fighting with Su Xiaoxiao, who was happy again, and when she was bullying a stupid girl, she would turn her head to look around inexplicably. In her field of vision, there was no longer the silent man who would silently watch their excitement from the sidelines.

Sometimes when I sit by the fire in the early morning, when I hear Su Xiaoxiao getting up at night, I will look suspiciously, but then I will relax my brows, turn around calmly, and look at the cheerfully dancing flames, oh, it turns out that it is not that person and He's on his night watch.

Zhao Rong wasn't sad, just missed him a little.

Different from the longing for Qingjun and Qian'er, Liu Sanbian is the first person he misses in this world after awakening the memory of his previous life.

I miss the first time we met at Longquandu because of a spirit stone.

And that time after time the martial arts tempered, walking piles under the moon...

Zhao Rong understood a little bit.

It turned out that the thread was not broken.

The thread that involved him, connecting his empty heart and the thick and solid earth.

There is no break at all.

On the contrary, it became stronger.

He no longer has the sense of indifference and desolation of watching the world with cold eyes.

Whether it was the first time I killed someone with my own hands not long ago, or the people and scenery I passed by when I was on my way.

It's all real.

He is him.

He is Zhao Rong.

He is Zhao Ziyu, a Confucian student who grew up in Qianjing of the Great Chu Dynasty in Wangquezhou, Xuanhuang Realm, and married Concubine Zhao Ling.

He is 17 years old.

His "story" has just begun!
----

this day.

Zhao Rong and Su Xiaoxiao left a small border town with tough folk customs.

Stepped into a forest.

According to the route on the mountain and river map, this is the last country under the mountain.

Passing through it, one can reach Lidu.

noon.

The two hurriedly lit a fire to eat, and then hurried on the road.

Zhao Rong glanced at the sky, and it was gradually gloomy.

The sun, which was still bright in the morning, has already hidden in the dark clouds.

The air was stuffy and suffocating.

Su Xiaoxiao handed over a silk handkerchief, "Here, wipe off your sweat."

Zhao Rong took the neat silk handkerchief exuding a girlish fragrance, wiped it on his face casually, handed it back, and looked around.

"Let's go faster and find a place to shelter from the rain. This rain is estimated to last for a long time."

"Oh."

Su Xiaoxiao bowed her head, carefully folded the silk handkerchief that was stained with his sweat, put it away, and responded cheerfully.

soon.

There was a strong wind.

The stuffy air was cool.

But in this wilderness, except for the shade of the trees, Zhao Rong and the others still couldn't find a place to shelter from the rain.

Zhao Rong had no choice but to take out the umbrella.

Seeing this, Su Xiaoxiao blinked.

Zhao Rong took a look, "Why are you staring at me stupidly? Take an umbrella."

Su Xiaoxiao said anxiously: "Well, I left in a hurry this morning, and forgot my umbrella in the guest room..."

Zhao Rong patted his forehead, "Why didn't you forget yourself in the inn?"

Her fox eyes narrowed into crescents when she smiled, and she didn't answer.

"I've convinced you, come here."

Zhao Rong put the small bookcase that Su Xiaoxiao likes to carry on his back into Su Miwu, and gave way under the umbrella.

So the two were under the same umbrella.

"Boom--!"

"Whoa--"

A downpour that had been brewing for a long time finally fell.

Thunder and lightning, heavy rain.

Zhao Rong and Su Xiaoxiao continued on their way.

under the umbrella.

Men are slender, women are petite.

One left and one right.

The umbrella is not big, so the two of them crowded close to each other to fit.

a moment.

Zhao Rong held the umbrella in his right hand and turned it to the right.

at this time.

It was not evening yet, but it was already dark.

For a moment, Zhao Rong's attention was all on the road ahead.

suddenly.

Zhao Rong felt a warm little hand covering his right hand holding the umbrella.

Palms are soft and smooth.

He is very familiar.

Because not long ago in Dawei, he had intimate contact with this hand.

However, it was just acting.

On the road afterwards, the two maintained a tacit understanding and restored their original distance.

But now...

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