Yuanshen, as a mortal, I cannot accompany you to the end

Volume 10: Chapter [-] The Last Gift

[Clear Field Thunder]

[Life remaining: 219 days]

[The host is not suitable for long-term battles]

Yuan Zongzi's waka "Winter Song" once described winter like this:

In winter, the mountains become quieter, and the vegetation withers silently.

It's cold and deserted.

Qing Ye was wrapped in a thick fox fur, and the snow-white robe was dragged on the whiter snow. He put his palms together and let out a breath of hot air. Watching the water vapor slowly dissipate in the air, he finally felt the cold.

[You don't have to do this]

The voice of the human system rang in the ears.

"There are always people who do these things."

"And an old man who is dying is more suitable than a young man."

Qing Ye ignored the voice of the system, and he continued to walk forward. The snowflakes fell on his shoulders, melting into snow water, and the chill penetrated into the bone marrow of this old body along the gap between the fur and the cloth.

Unlike what Mingshen thought, he was hiding in the Zhuguo Mansion and enjoying himself.

It is also different from what Shaluo expected, he is drinking shochu by the stove to recuperate in peace of mind, Zhu Guo has long since left the mansion, and is no longer in Daozuma City

——He is in the distant Narugami Island, the place where the cherry blossoms bloom.

How to describe the winter in Narukajima?

It should be that the blue sea road is as smooth as a mirror, and the gentle wind and ice crystals are slowly rubbing, singing rustling Japanese songs,

At the end of the eye, there may be a black mountain, or snowflakes like gemstones, the cherry blossoms are as beautiful as spring all the year round....

For the young and enthusiastic young people, Xu is able to come up with these exaggerated words to boast of the beautiful scenery in front of him.

But if an old man were to write, Qing Ye would only write:

cold.

The cold penetrated into the bone marrow, like a coiled snake, the lungs twitched violently, all supplying poison to the heart-every breath of air was mixed with ice fragments.

Dry lips, and stiff limbs.

But he still pressed his hand on the scabbard, and the Taidao was gathered in the sheath engraved with complex patterns. Layers of layers of granite were forged, and the blade showed a pattern like a thunder snake.

Tai knife, snake cut.

A long time ago, in the heyday of Qingyezhu Kingdom—he was the Haiqi Island Serpent that he killed with this knife, and the blood of the Demon God was still solidified on it.

And now, Qingye Leiming wants to use this knife to do other things.

He let out another breath slowly, and walked deeper into the forest.

where he left,

The snow was smudged, the red blood plasma mixed with the black juice, dyed the snow into a large swath of blackness, piled up, one corpse after another, they piled up into mountains, eyesight has been lax.

Qingye's snow-white fur was dragging blood, and the bloodstains kept swimming into the depths of the mountain forest.

This is a restricted area for living beings.

The pollution of the big snake has never dissipated. Even after many years, the ghosts of worshiping gods still linger on this land.

Even now, these pollutions are still not removed.

Every year, Inazuma discharges shogunate samurai to clean up the pollution, and every once in a while, it also holds the Shenzha Pulling to purify the pollution, but the pollution in Inazuma is always new grass after the rain, and the spring breeze blows and regenerates.

Not only the god-worshiping ghosts are entrenched here, but also the pollution of Kanria 500 years ago... Inazuma's illness was born in his bones.

Kiyono once said that the plight of rice wife is not only due to national policy,

In Dao's wife's land, man-made disasters are only second, and natural disasters are eternal.

And Zhu Guo, in his dying life, the last thing he can do for Dao's wife is to shovel away these rotten roots.

Remove filth.

In other words, slaughter the filth!

"Cough, cough, cough..."

He coughed up blood.

The cold wind pushed down the surrounding treetops very low, and the leaves rubbed against each other, making a hissing sound similar to snakes, and more filth came out from both sides. Red as blood.

Qing Ye didn't draw his sword, he just stared at those monsters with silver-gray eyes, and his heart was clear.

The silent knife landed in the heart, and what suddenly came out was thunder.

Countless monsters passed by him, and countless heads soared into the sky.

Flying in the air, the red is blood, and the white is snow. The color of snow and blood are mixed together, all sprinkled on Qingye's white fur.

The originally clean fur coat was already full of blood red.

"Cough...cough!" He covered his mouth and coughed up blood.

[The host is not suitable for long-term battles]

Qing Ye is already old, too old to draw his sword anymore, but he can still kill the enemy without drawing his sword.

It's just that it's his life that's wasted, it's his remaining life.

He walked on.

[Your lifespan is shortened by one day]

...

More monsters fell, more filth dissipated, but Kiyono coughed up more and more blood.

Time passed slowly, and gradually, it was dusk and sunset.

[You don't actually have to do this]

The voice of the human system echoed in Kiyono's ears:

[The filth can never be killed, a new crop will be born every year, and you are already old, you can’t do anything, and your new body is not yet mature, if you continue like this, you will only hurt yourself, this is infinite meaningful]

Hearing Renli's words, Kiyono paused.

"Meaning, what is meaning?"

Standing among the corpses, he took out a cigarette from his sleeve, lit it with a flint, took a light breath, and felt the smoke flowing in his trachea:

"Renli, what do you think the meaning of Qingye Leiming's life is?"

...

[Complete your mission of protecting humanity]

[But you've made it, and you're old now]

"No, that's not the meaning of Qingye Thunder. That's the meaning of your system."

The human system fell silent.

Qing Ye extinguished the cigarette, and in his sight, more filth rushed out.

Bloody, terrifying, resentful, powerful, thick resentment piled up into a wave, trying to drown the old man's body.

That's a big snake.

Orochi's resentment.

He closed his eyes gently.

Smelling the smell of blood that was so close at hand, it seemed as if he had returned to the battlefield in his prime. His heart was beating with boiling blood, and his lungs exhaled a powerful breath. The soldiers were by his side, behind them, It is the people of Rice Wife——

He is not an old man who is dying, he feels the fresh, alive breath again.

"The death that Qingye Leiming pursues is to die of old age alone."

"But he didn't want to die in bed."

"He didn't want to die crying to people close to him, didn't want to be watched die."

"He didn't want to sit by the fire and eat and sleep every day, doing mediocre things, and finally he was too old to get out of bed and died in a state of embarrassment."

"He will be strong all his life, and he will be proud all his life, so he doesn't want to die mediocrely."

Qingye opened his eyes, in front of his eyes was the overwhelming resentment, the unjust soul entrenched like a mountain, the blood that dyed half of the sky red,

He slowly clenched the scabbard that hadn't come out of his body for ten years, and his old heart beat like thunder for a long time!

"Qingye Leiming should die on the battlefield."

The mountain-like filth gathered together, revealing a faint outline, it was a big snake.

"If you want to die like thunder, flash across the night brilliantly, just for that short moment, then disappear like a dream."

"Lei's life is meaningless and short. Nothing can be changed. The night is still dark. Lei is as small as a mortal, just like my life."

He held the knife horizontally, his silver-gray eyes reflected the shadow of the demon god Cannian,

——"But after Lei dies, the thunder will resound through the valley."

He smiled, his face was no longer young, but showed a boyish smile,

"Kill all the filth, and sooner or later they will come back to life."

"You're going to ask me what it means—"

"The meaning is that after a long time, when the snow melts, when I am no longer around, when the shadow walks out of Yixin Pure Land, at that time,"

Qingye Leiming smiled, it was a smile that belonged exclusively to Dazhu Kingdom, bold, free and easy, and an inspiring laugh.

Although his body was covered with blood, his lungs convulsed in pain, and the chill penetrated his bone marrow.

"She can see a clean and flawless spring. A day without filth must be beautiful."

"Young soldiers sweeping up the filth can go home, no more sacrifices this winter."

"Wives can be reunited with their husbands, children can see their fathers,"

"The people of Daozuma can have a happy and reunion New Year."

"That is my last gift to them,

Qingye Leiming's last 220 days——

That's what those days were about. "

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