The Great Enlightenment

This chapter is added for Qixi Festival. Related chapters include "Chapter 353, I don't know the year in the mountains", "Chapter 354, if I draw my sword, I will sweep the sky", "Chapter 355 Chapter fifteen, wake up!".

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Aunt Wood has gone.

A pair of crude wooden coffins, a low soil bag, and a stone tablet with several small characters engraved on it.

Mu Xiuxiu cried and passed out several times, she was so sad that she fell unconscious on the couch.

"Should I cry?"

Nian Sui reached out and touched his cheek, there were faint tears.

"Yes, I should cry."

For some reason, the mood and feelings of the year are getting weaker and weaker. The age of wisdom, kindness and calmness gradually disappears, and the depths of his mind are replaced by overwhelming loneliness and silence.

The thick big hand patted on the shoulder of the year, which hurts a lot.

Nian Sui turned his head gently and said, "Uncle Zhou."

Zhou Orion looked at him fixedly, and said in a deep voice, "You have changed."

Nian Sui was emotional, raised his eyebrows slightly, forced a smile, and said, "How do you say that?"

Zhou Orion pointed to his eyes, as if looking at a stranger, and turned away without saying a word.

...

It was another cold moonlit night.

"Brother Nian Sui, in my memory, you often show a nice smile." Mu Xiuxiu put the porridge bowl on the wooden table and looked at him quietly. I can't see you smiling."

Nian Sui's mood was extremely disturbed, at this time he came back to his senses, and subconsciously raised his head to look at Mu Xiuxiu's eyebrows, and at some point, there were already some fine lines there.

The boring life in the mountains day after day even made him forget the passage of time.

In the blink of an eye, it has been twenty years, and that young and beautiful young girl was nearly forty years old, but he himself is still as he was decades ago, without any change at all.

Over the years, people in the village have gradually regarded him as a monster, and have moved away from the mountainside. Only him and Mu Xiuxiu were left in the Orion village.

But Mu Xiuxiu never asked these questions, so he didn't say anything.

That night.

Mu Xiuxiu was lying alone on the wooden couch, tightly covering her body with the thin quilt, two lines of clear tears flowed down her eyes.

"Brother Nian Sui, I have liked to pester you since I was a child, not because you were good-looking, but because you often showed a bright smile at that time, which made me feel at ease and at ease."

"Brother Nian Sui, I don't want to know what you've been through, and I don't want to ask. I just know that you've always been by my side and never left."

"Brother Nian Sui, over the years, I can feel the coldness and loneliness in your mind, and I really want to share some for you, but you didn't tell me anything, but closed yourself completely, I really feel distressed and very sad .”

"Brother Years..."

The bright moonlight shone through the window lattice, gently stroking her cheeks, as if wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

...

It was rainy night again.

While the cold wind was howling, Nian Sui pushed open the wooden door, put the bow and arrows and prey on his back by the door, took off his drenched fur robe, and called out as usual: "Xiuxiu, take advantage of the rain just now It’s not big, I shot two wild rabbits that were alive and kicking back, and I’ll stew them later to nourish your body.”

The furnishings in the wooden house should be as usual, but the familiar and gentle voice of promise is missing.

Nian Sui was taken aback for a moment, then called again: "Xiuxiu."

It was still quiet.

An increasingly fierce storm mixed with icy cold air swept from outside the door, scraping his face like an extremely sharp bone-piercing blade.

Bang!

Nian Sui turned around, closed the wooden door firmly, pressed his head against the door frame, two lines of tears flowed down uncontrollably, and choked up, "Xiuxiu..."

Three days ago, Mu Xiuxiu passed away at the end of her life, at the age of seventy-nine.

It was he who personally held the stone ax and carved her stone tablet stroke by stroke.

I don't know how long it has passed, Nian Sui leaned on the dilapidated wooden couch, and fell into a deep sleep, with wet tears still remaining in the corners of his eyes.

Boom.

Boom.

A very light knock on the door came to my ears, and Sui Sui opened his eyes suddenly, only then could he realize that the sky outside the house was already bright, and all the storm and rain last night had dissipated, and the golden-red sunlight came in through the window lattice, reflecting In the depths of his pupils, there was a faint golden light.

Boom.

The knock on the door rang again.

Nian Sui hurriedly got up, thinking it was an acquainted hunter who occasionally came to exchange prey at the foot of the mountain, wiped the water stains from the corners of his eyes, stretched his sleeves and opened the creaking wooden door, forced a smile: "You want to change some ..."

Before his words fell, he stopped abruptly on the edge of his mouth, unable to speak again.

The pretty girl was slim and graceful, dressed in patched but spotless coarse cloth clothes, the smile in her eyes was almost overflowing, and she said crisply: "Brother Nian Sui."

Nian Sui stared at her in a daze, and all the past memories of decades flooded into his mind, and whispered: "Xiuxiu..."

Mu Xiuxiu stretched out her sleeve and pulled his arm, and said with a smile, "What are you doing standing here?"

The girl's pleasant smell of hair diffused between her mouth and nose, and Sui Sui stared blankly at the girl in front of her, and murmured: "Didn't you already..."

"What's the matter?" Mu Xiuxiu pulled him out of the wooden house, and the bustling village came into view, "What nonsense are you talking about, my mother is waiting for the medicine, it's time to gather firewood!"

Zhou Orion on the side stepped forward, stretched out his big thick hand, patted Nian Sui on the shoulder heavily, and said with a smile, "Let's go, I'll take you hunting today, and bring back some firewood."

Nian Sui's heart trembled, he turned around suddenly, looked through the open wooden door, and looked into the wooden house.

Aunt Mu looked kindly, lying on the dilapidated wooden couch, looking at herself and Mu Xiuxiu with a smile.

Nian Sui turned around, lowered his gaze, and fell silent.

"Brother age?!"

Mu Xiuxiu bent down with a worried expression.

After a few breaths, a somewhat cold palm stretched out and took the girl's soft and warm little hand.

"You... what are you doing... what!"

Mu Xiuxiu stammered subconsciously, her translucent white ears were flushed with shame, but she let him hold her hand and did not break free.

The age was a little closer, and she looked into her clear and clear eyes. The distance was so close, and the flawless fragrance emanating from the girl became more intense.

"Brother Years..."

Mu Xiuxiu was already blushing with embarrassment, she couldn't help but took a half step back, lowered her head, and avoided his gaze.

Nian Sui let go of his hand, raised his head and smiled at Zhou Orion who looked strange: "Uncle Zhou, let's go."

The pretty girl in coarse clothes stared blankly at the place where the age left, and did not return to the house for a long time.

...

That night.

In a trance, Nian Sui dreamed of the same scene again.

It was a dull three-foot long sword. This gray-white long sword was inserted on the dark cliff, silent and silent.

I don't know when, the gray-white long sword bloomed with a clear and light snow-white shimmer, and the dark cliff stone was also covered with cracks, which seemed to be broken at any time.

In the endless darkness, Nian Sui looked down at the dim long sword below him, feeling an extremely wonderful premonition in his heart.

If he pulls out this sword by himself, he can get out of this trapped sea, ascend to the sky, and enter Qingming directly.

"But……"

"I don't want to have any more regrets..."

Nian Sui smiled and smiled, but tears flowed from his eyes.

"I was born because of you, but I'm different from you. I won't let myself annihilate in this world with regrets..."

"I want to live this short life according to my own ideas..."

Kneeling on the ground, Nian Sui dug the hard cliff rocks on both sides with both hands until the blood was dripping, without stopping at all.

I don't know how long it took, but he finally buried the gray-white long sword gradually, and there was no trace of pale white light anymore.

There were no nails on his hands, and the bare knuckles were covered with shocking and terrible wounds. Blood trickled down his fingertips, but he never showed any signs of pain.

...

Finally, the dream woke up.

The first thing Nian Sui did when he opened his eyes was to get up and look to the side, and he was relieved after seeing the girl sleeping soundly.

Since then, he never had that weird dream again.

The time is scattered between the fingers like quicksand, and the mountains do not remember the years, and the years are just like before, carrying water, hunting, chopping firewood, building mountain roads, raising livestock, and building wooden houses.

Sleeping with Mu Xiuxiu in his arms every night, looking at the peacefully sleeping face of the girl in his arms, is the most reassuring time of the year.

Days and nights turn, time fades away, Aunt Mu, Zhou Orion, and the people in the village are getting fewer and fewer, and Mu Xiuxiu and Mu Xiuxiu are also at the age of seventy.

"Brother Years..."

With white hair trembling slightly, Mu Xiuxiu was lying on her lap, staring at the old man in front of her, her somewhat muddy pupils full of nostalgia, "I am really at ease, every day I am with you, I don't have any troubles, but I still have some selfish thoughts, because I can't bear the pain of losing you, so I want to leave this warm world before you, okay?"

Nian Sui gently stroked her head, her eyes full of doting.

Finally, the person in his arms lost all vitality, Nian Sui stretched out his old and feeble hands, and carried her back to the wooden couch with great difficulty.

In a trance, Nian Sui once again fell into that weird dream from decades ago.

It was dark in all directions, on the side of the dark cliff, a three-foot long sword was stuck on it, and the white sword light bloomed through the gap between the cliffs, even making Nian Sui subconsciously close his eyes .

After a few breaths, Nian Sui slowly opened his eyes, only then did he realize that at some point on the side of the long sword, there was an extra handsome young man in a grosgrain robe woven with brocade and blue cloud patterns.

Nian Sui walked forward, sat on the ground next to the young man, and said with a smile: "It's still the same sentence, although I was born because of you, I am not you."

"I will give you all my insights in this life, and I will not owe you any more."

"Thank you for allowing me to truly live this life."

"Although this life is short, I have no regrets."

Nian Sui stood up and looked down at the three-foot long sword stuck in the rock.

His hand slowly gripped the hilt of the sword.

Infinite light blooms.

The gray-white stone shell on the sword body was cracked inch by inch, and the snow-white sword light was reflected from the rapidly spreading cracks!

After a few breaths, all the stone shells on the three-foot long sword were scattered and scattered, and the sword held by Nian Sui was a three-foot long sword as white as frost and snow.

Luoxue Excalibur.

Holding the snow sword, Nian Sui casually pulled the sword flower, without the slightest hesitation, and directly inserted it into his heart palace.

Under the whirling of the snow-white sword light, its translucent spirit shattered inch by inch, leaving no trace of it in the end.

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