When Yan Qing rushed over, he saw Zhuang Qingyun touching the stone gate, looking for the mechanism everywhere, and muttering: "Where is the mechanism, where is the mechanism that opened the door?"

Yan Qing pressed his hand: "Master Qingyun, the mechanism has been destroyed by the high priest, look."

He pointed to the fragments on the ground, "The high priest is determined to be buried for his wife. If the mechanism is destroyed, people outside can't get in, and people inside can't get out."

Zhuang Qingyun: "..."

Zhuang Qingyun leaned back against the Shimen, slid down slowly, wiped away tears, took out a few unopened letters from his bosom, and continued to look...

Until the sun set and the tired bird returned to its nest, Zhuang Qingyun still didn't wait for any movement from inside the stone gate, and he had already read the letter in his hand thousands of times.

Yan Qing went to pull Zhuang Qingyun: "Master Qingyun, let's go, the high priest is determined to go with his wife, so let him go, the past ten years, the high priest has had a hard time, and I don't know how hard it is what kind."

I don't know which sentence touched Zhuang Qingyun, and he suddenly became angry, "It's not easy for him, it's just that he misses Xiaoyu day and night, and I also endure the torture of conscience day and night, who Better than who?

For the entrustment of Xiaoyu before he died, and for the people of Yuecheng, I also worked hard, never let up a day, and I am also atonement!

Why did he get rid of it if he wanted to be free, leave it all if he wanted to leave it, and go if he wanted to go with Xiao Yu? "

Yan Qing: "..."

Yan Qing didn't know how to comfort Zhuang Qingyun. In Zhuang Qingyun's eyes, the most reliable person in this life who was not a relative was better than a relative, and there was only one Qin Wuyan.

From helping and helping each other when they were young, all the way, to the power that is now so powerful that one person is under one person and over ten thousand people, no matter what happens, he and Qin Wuyan can give each other their backs, and, forever Dedicated to trusting each other...

Just like this time, Qin Wuyan left without saying goodbye, voluntarily buried in Zhuang Xiaoyu's place, but still arranged all the back roads for Zhuang Qingyun...

Yan Qing sighed, and supported Zhuang Qingyun: "Master Qingyun, I feel very sad too."

Zhuang Qingyun's eyes were red, he turned around, and silently took a last look at the closed Shimen.

Yan Qing said again: "Master Qingyun, go back to the mansion, let the high priest and his wife rest in peace forever, the high priest told me in the letter, let me persuade you well.

When he left, the person who worried the most was you! "

Zhuang Qingyun felt sad again, but he was helpless, his heart was empty, but his chest was aching like a knife. With Yan Qing's persuasion and support, he followed Yan Qing deep into the night Slowly go down the hill...

After Qin Wuyan carried Zhuang Xiaoyu into the stone cave, he put Zhuang Xiaoyu on the jade coffin, walked to the gate of the stone gate, lit three sticks of incense, and bowed to the heaven and earth, then grabbed the sword he was carrying and walked towards the stone gate. A sword strikes at the organ...

The stone gate slowly descended. Before the stone gate closed, Qin Wuyan took a last look at the beautiful scenery on the mountain, turned around and entered the mausoleum...

With a soft "bang", the Shimen door was completely closed behind Qin Wuyan, separating him from Zhuang Xiaoyu in this small mausoleum...

Qin Wuyan took off the cloak on his body, folded it, and put it on the stone slab of the coffin lid, and took off Zhuang Xiaoyu's cloak, folded it and put it on his clothes.