Chapter 459

Yin Xiu and chuchenzi sat and chatted for a long time in the Taiyuan palace, and shichenzi fully confirmed the identity of Yin Xiu.

About half an hour later, Yin Xiu again proposed that he wanted to worship his grandfather, Wang Changping.

Chuchenzi was naturally full of responses, and immediately sent people to prepare some incense and other things. Then he personally led Yin Xiu and Ning yuejing to Wang Changping's cemetery.

When the three came to the cemetery at the top of the mountain, shichenzi quickly pointed to a grave and said, "this is my grandfather's tomb."

Yin Xiu looked down at the tombstone. It was indeed engraved with Wang Changping's taboo.

"Brother Changping, I'm back to see you..."

Yin Xiu stood in front of Wang Changping's tombstone and whispered to the grave.

Ning yuejing stands quietly behind Yin Xiu, and she can feel the kind of reluctant and nostalgic feeling revealed on Yin Xiu at the moment.

Xiaoman didn't make any noise at this time. He stayed on Ning yuejing's shoulder and looked at Yin Xiu with his black eyes.

Small skin is also just squatting at the feet of Ning yuejing, very clever appearance.

When he heard Yin Xiu's words, he sighed a little, looked at his grandfather's grave with a little sigh, and then put down the incense, candle fire, and paper in his hand.

Then quietly began to clean up some weeds and low trees growing in front of the tombstone.

Yin Xiu stood in front of the grave, looked at the tombstone, stood still for a moment, and then said to shichenzi, "let me come. I've been away from brother Changping for so many years. Now that he has been sleeping quietly here, let me, an old friend who has worshipped him for so many years, clean up the weeds for him and cultivate a handful of loess for his sleeping place... "

In Yin Xiu's heart, a trace of inexplicable sadness gradually rises.

I thought that after so many years, I had only a little reminiscence of my old friends. In particular, I had expected that all my old friends would die.

However, at the moment, when Yin Xiuzhen stood in front of his old friend's grave and quietly looked at the taboo on the tombstone that made him feel particularly dazzling, a faint sadness rose in his heart.

In front of Yin Xiu's eyes, it seems that the scene when he first met Wang Changping, who was already middle-aged and young, appeared again. I think of their martial arts and swords, and the scenes of brothers meeting without estrangement

The modest and gentlemanly elder brother Changping, who was full of elegant and free demeanor, appeared in his mind yesterday, but what he saw in front of him was the grave where he had been sleeping for a long time.

The old friends of that time are now separated by Yin and Yang. The tomb in front of him, the tombstone, and the loess that buried his bones separated them from two different worlds.

Ning yuejing, Xiaoman and Xiaopi, who are close to Yin Xiu, can clearly feel the strong and unshakable sadness of Yin Xiu.

Ning yuejing hesitated for a moment. She wrinkled a little on her green and white face and bit her lower lip. Finally, she moved forward slightly and stretched out her little hand to hold Yin Xiu's palm.

"Master..."

Xiaoman and Pipi also looked at Yin Xiu and called softly.

"Kaji."

"Roar."

Xiaoman jumps directly onto Yin Xiu's shoulder, opens his small claws and hugs Yin Xiu's neck. His big hairy tail sways gently from side to side.

Xiao PI ran to Yin Xiu's feet, raised his head and looked at Yin Xiu. He rubbed Yin Xiu's legs with his head

Even the spirit, who had been hiding in Ning yuejing's pants pocket, could not help but poke out a head, blinked his big eyes, looked at Yin Xiu, and exclaimed, "Yiya".

Yin Xiu looked at Xiaojing and three other little guys. Knowing that they were trying to comfort himself, he couldn't help smiling, reaching for a pat. Xiaojing held his little hand and said, "don't worry. Master just saw his old friend's grave. It's just sad..."

With that, Yin Xiu raised his backhand and rubbed the man with his neck on his shoulder. Also to the foot side to look up at his small skin and Ling smile.

On the edge of the dust son heard Yin Xiu's words, can't help but look up at him, quietly sighed. Immediately the eyes and a little curious glanced at the edge of Ning yuejing pants pocket with both hands.

Before the spirit has been hidden has not come out, suddenly see the spirit come out, the dust son will naturally be a little curious and surprised.

But he just took a look at it and didn't ask any more questions.

At this time, Yin Xiu motioned to Xiaojing to release his hand, then squatted down and took over the act of weeding for his grandfather's tombstone.

Yin Xiu did not use magic, but used his own hands to pull out the weeds.

Yin Xiu's action is not fast, for him, weeding is not the goal, or he is not just weeding, more is a kind of inner comfort to himself.

I hope that this can make up for some of my regret that I can't see my old friends again in this life.

While pulling out the weeds in front of the grave with both hands, Yin Xiu gradually felt that his mood was constantly changing.It's as if some of the original blank missing things are gradually filled up. Although there is no sublimation of mood, it does make him feel that he has made a small step towards a certain goal

It can be seen that Yin Xiu wants to use his own hands to complete these things, so Ning yuejing is unconsciously affected by Yin Xiu's emotions. She is somewhat sad. She nibbles her lower lip and watches him quietly pull out the weeds and low trees, but she doesn't go up to help.

But shichenzi, because of Yin Xiu's words before, didn't intervene any more, so he asked Yin Xiu to clear the clumps of vegetation on the grave by himself.

It took Yin Xiu more than half an hour to clean up the vegetation. In the whole process, he didn't use any magic, and he didn't use even a little bit of real power.

After clearing the clumps of vegetation, Yin Xiu repaired the slightly loose soil on the tomb by hand. After being busy for about an hour, Yin Xiu stopped.

After finishing this, Yin Xiu stood in front of the grave, looking at the clean and tidy tomb he had repaired, and he couldn't help but breathe a little.

It is as if I have finally completed a long-standing thing in my heart, and I feel a sense of inexplicable relaxation. As a part of the burden on the body has been laid down, it has become a lot easier.

At this time, the one who had been standing on the edge suddenly said, "if my grandfather had a spirit in heaven and could see you clear the weeds for him and repair his grave, I think my grandfather would be very happy and happy to have a close friend like you..."

Hearing this, Yin Xiu looked at him and said in a low voice, "with brother Changping's free and easy style, if you can see his spirit, I think he will drink, dance sword, splash ink and paint in running script."

"Well!"

The dust son nods hard.

At that time, Yin Xiu squatted down in front of Wang Changping's tombstone, took the incense and other things brought by shichenzi, lit a pile of Ming paper and put it in front of the tombstone, and then ignited the incense

"Brother Changping, it's really a pity that I can't drink with you, discuss swords with you again, see your bold brush and ink, and ask you to draw a picture for your younger brother."

"After more than 80 years, although you and my brother are separated by Yin and Yang. But I still hope to tell my brother that there was no mistake in my adventure. Not only has he successfully broken through the shackles of the acme of practice, but now it has reached a realm we couldn't imagine... "

"If the elder brother has a spirit in heaven, I hope that after hearing this, I can be happy for my younger brother and drink 300 cups to celebrate!"

Yin Xiu stood in front of Wang Changping's grave and looked at the tombstone with great solemnity.

Later, Yin Xiu pulled Ning yuejing to her side and said to her, "Xiaojing, come on, you can also give your master a few sticks of incense."

"Yes, master."

Ning yuejing clever should way, from the side picked up a few sticks of incense, and to the tombstone is still burning in front of the fire in the paper to throw a lot of paper into.

After lighting the incense, he bowed respectfully to the tombstone, and then inserted the incense in front of the tombstone.

Chuchenzi also burned some paper money for his grandfather and put on a few sticks of incense to worship.

Later, he said to Yin Xiu, took some incense paper money and so on, and went to the other side to worship his father.

Yin Xiu stayed in front of Wang Changping's grave for a long time. He kept burning the paper and whispered, as if he were talking to his old friends.

Most of what I have said is the past events with Wang Changping when I was young.

His words were not so much to Wang Changping as to himself.

Ning yuejing takes Xiaoman with them and several of them are waiting quietly beside Yin Xiu. Until more than one o'clock in the afternoon, Yin Xiu leaves with Ning yuejing and shichenzi and returns to Taiqing temple.

After returning to Taiqing temple, shichenzi immediately asked people to prepare some lunch for Yin Xiu and Ning yuejing.

After lunch, he sat with Yin Xiu, drank some tea and had a rest for a while. Then he said, "uncle, my grandfather left a lot of calligraphy and paintings in those years. Would you like to have a look?"

In terms of seniority, Yin Xiu's is worthy of the "Uncle" of shichenzi.

Many of the paintings and calligraphy left by Wang Changping were related to Yin Xiu, so he asked Yin Xiu to have a look at them.

"No problem!"

Yin Xiu really wanted to see some figure paintings that Wang Changping had painted for him, especially the letters he sent to Wang Changping. It's also like seeing things and thinking about people.

At that time, Yin Xiu didn't have a storage ring. When he went to the cultivation world, he couldn't have brought the letters sent to him by Wang Changping or others, so naturally he didn't keep them.

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