I rely on residual blood to repair my longevity

Chapter 95 It turns out that the flowering period is only three days
Changsheng carried Xuejin all the way back to the carriage shed of the inn, put him on the ox cart, went upstairs and packed all their luggage, then went back to the ox carriage shed, sat with Xue Jin, quietly waiting for the dawn.

Although he had lost his breath, Xue Jin's face was still flawless, but his blood was gone, and he looked extremely pale at this moment.

This night was very long and very short.When the light from outside penetrated in little by little, Chang Sheng raised his sore eyes, quietly drove the bullock cart out of the city, and returned to his home outside the city.

Along the way, there was no one who kept nagging at her ears, no one who had to say a few things to remind herself to remember from time to time, no one who was clearly not used to rough clothes and rough food but still endured in silence, she felt a little Not used to it.

She looked back at Xue Jin who was quiet and motionless, and hoped that he could tell a bunch of messy things to herself like before, so that she would not feel this deep loneliness again .

The old scalper also seemed to know the sadness of its master, and it was not used to the fact that no one else called him occasionally.

It's just that the person who talks a lot can no longer speak at this time.

Back to the bleak and desolate small courtyard, Chang Sheng sat on the threshold for a long time, but he didn't even have the courage to step in.Because she knew that after stepping in, she would face the situation that she was the only one in the whole yard.

At this time, it was spring and flowers were blooming, and many flowers were in full bloom on the grass outside, and the faint scent of flowers and grass came over. Changsheng smelled this refreshing smell, and felt a sense of melancholy.

Obviously he was such a person who was afraid of the cold, occupying the kang all day and refused to leave, but died in the warm spring, when the flowers are blooming and the spring is about to be warm and comfortable...

No matter how much he didn't want to admit it, Chang Sheng decided to fulfill Xue Jin's last wish.She set up a fire near the big river behind the small courtyard, piled all the firewood on it, and then spread two quilts on it, trying to make the surface as smooth and soft as possible.

After all, Xuejin is the most delicate, if you see it, you should pick and choose again.

Originally, Changsheng was a person who worked very quickly, but at this time, for some reason, her hands and feet were weak, and she almost fell to the ground.Although I soon persevered again, I always felt that my limbs were sore and weak.Probably, she is sick.

However, this is not something that can be accomplished in a short period of time. Grandpa once told her that the corpses of soldiers who died of the disease in the military camp must be burned in time. The same.If there is only one skeleton left in the end, Xue Jin will definitely protest dissatisfied again.After all, his last wish was to have his ashes sprinkled in the river or drift away with the wind.A bone frame, how can it not be blown away by the wind?
In addition, only Changsheng was alone, and after setting up the fire, she suddenly realized that the sun was almost setting.

Putting Xue Jin's body on the pile of firewood, looking at his delicate sleeping face, Chang Sheng always felt a little unreal.It is said that after death, the face will become very scary, but Xue Jin's face has not changed at all?Still so pretty.So, is he not dead at all?
Thinking of this, Chang Sheng's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately put his head close to his chest to listen, but unsurprisingly, he heard nothing.

Standing up slowly, Chang Sheng finally had to admit the bad news.Xue Jin is really dead.

Her lips trembled slightly, but Changsheng still held back. In fact, since she brought Xuejin back to the ox cart last night, she never cried again.

Just when Changsheng was thinking about why he didn't cry, suddenly, a small petal floated to the tip of his nose.Reaching out his hand to take this small petal, Chang Sheng took a closer look and was a little surprised, this petal...

Looking back at where the petals came from, it was floating out from the gap in the curtain of the bullock cart. Changsheng was silent for a moment, stepped forward and lifted the curtain, and then saw the fragrant incense pile that was still blooming on the way back The snow is now quietly falling petals.

Those small and thin petals were blown by the wind, they flew out and landed on the tip of his nose.

"call--"

At this moment, a gust of warm spring breeze blew by, and the luxuriant incense piles of snow petals fell one after another, and were swept away by the wind, like a rain of petals, falling on all the people lying on the quilt. On Xue Jin.

Those petals gently brushed over Xuejin's face, hair, and the hand on his belly, like a silent requiem, comforting the soul that had been wandering for decades and finally rested.

Changsheng stared at this picture for a long time, and suddenly burst into tears.

Xuejin, you have asked me so many times how long the flowering period of Xiangduixue is. I thought it would be the whole spring. It turns out that its flowering period is only three days...

Subtle sobs echoed in the vast world, and the surrounding wind gradually died down, as if they were also grieving for the dead.

When Chang Sheng finally wiped away his tears, the occasional wind blowing around was already a bit cold.She finally stopped hesitating, and slowly approached Xuejin with a torch in hand.Dalin Erlin next to him kept whimpering, as if to persuade him to stay.The flames gradually approached the oiled firewood, just as it was about to approach.

A tall figure dressed in white suddenly appeared in mid-air in front of Chang Sheng.

It was a person who couldn't describe what he looked like in words, and there was a kind of superior contempt lingering all over his body.But at the first glance, Changsheng knew that it was a monk, and he was not a low-level monk.After all, this person can stand in the air with nothing under his feet.

But why did the monk appear here?Could it be Xue Jin's former friend?

The monk looked down at the quiet Xuejin, a little disappointed, with an ugly expression on his face.

"Tsk, I've been looking for it for so long, but I died? A waste of time. It was a good furnace, but it's a little bit tempered."

Chang Sheng only felt that the blood all over his body rushed to the top of his head at this moment!

The man glanced at Changsheng, and turned his eyes slightly disgusted.How could someone be so ugly?
However, the cultivator didn't say anything, he just glanced at Changsheng arrogantly, and said his name.

"You can call me Patriarch Haoyue."

Seeing that Chang Sheng didn't move after speaking, he raised his eyebrows slightly, and then waved his hands as a matter of course.

"My child, I am in a bad mood today. If you don't want to die, answer my question honestly."

"Also, get out of the way, such a good furnace physique, what a pity to burn it."

Chang Sheng only felt that the blood gathered in her head almost set her whole body on fire in an instant!

(End of this chapter)