Chapter 35 curling smoke

Chapter 35 Swirly Green Smoke

The two most enjoyable things in life are "a long drought and a sweet rain, and an old acquaintance in a foreign country". The three-year continuous drought in the tribal plain finally eased the difficulties caused to the tribal people after the torrential rain. It can be said that this heavy rain is indeed the most gratifying thing for thousands of people on the tribal plain!

However, at this time, the ancient Xinghe, which was independent in the wilderness of the great plain and under the heavy rain, did not feel any smoothness. His heart was full of pain, helplessness and struggle. He still gently caged Yunyan's body in his arms, trying not to let any raindrops contaminate her body. She hugged her so tightly that she dared not relax at all.

The rain wet his hair, and there were water marks on his face. It was not clear whether it was rain or tears...

"Mr. Xing, don't be so sad, you'd better put your sister into the earth first!" Xiwu wiped the rain on his face and shouted in the direction of the ancient Xinghe.

But Gu Xinghe just nodded gently and said nothing more. He held the clouds and smoke in his arms, and his thoughts seemed to have flown to endless distance, as if it was the previous life and the afterlife. When he slowly lowered his head and saw the pale cheeks of the clouds and smoke in his arms, he suddenly realized that this was still in this life. It's just this life!

It's enough to have you in this life!

But you have left me. What's the point of living alone in this world?

The heavy rain continued to baptize the plain after the disaster, and the ancient Xinghe, holding the body of clouds and smoke, stood in the heavy rain and had not moved once in three or four days. The evening fog tried to persuade him several times, but even his body could not get close to him and could only stand in the distance and look at it. Later, Xiwu found a stone shovel from nowhere and began to dig hard in the heavy rain, as if to dig out a grave with that small stone shovel.

"Yan'er, what's wrong with you?" Gu Xinghe lowered his head and suddenly exclaimed. A bright red blood stain was slowly flowing out of the corners of Yunyan's mouth. Gu Xinghe immediately raised his sleeve and gently wiped the blood stain clean. It seemed that Yunyan had never died. She was just injured and would definitely wake up later.

But Yunyan will not wake up after all. After releasing all her love, the most beautiful elf on the plain of this tribe will lose its fragrance and jade the day before the heavy rain. If the ancient Xinghe had woken up from meditation a moment earlier, Yunyan may not have died under the arrow of the Cloud King, but time will not fall. Flow, everything is over.

Time has taken away all the happy past, leaving infinite hesitation and desolation.

"God, I hate it!" Gu Xinghe roared up to the sky, and countless Yuanli burst out of his body, forming a huge boundary, blocking all the rain and everything outside the boundary.

After another day and night, when the light replaced the darkness again, the smooth rain finally stopped, and the dazzling light rose from the east, bringing a golden color to the whole earth. Gu Xinghe seemed to be unable to feel the alternation of day and night and the change of time. He still stood there with clouds and smoke in his arms. Although the world is big, everything is almost illusory to him.

Xiwu stood not far behind the Guxing River, and behind him was a small pit. He seemed to have made up his mind, suddenly threw down the stone shovel in his hand, and then rushed in the direction of the Guxing River.

"Mr. Xing, let your sister be grounded first!"

"Dang!" Like the sound of metal collision, when the sunset fog was more than ten feet away from the body of the ancient Xinghe River, it seemed to hit an invisible wall, collided violently and fell to the ground.

"Ouch! Ouch!" Xiwu rubbed his forehead and shouted repeatedly.

Gu Xinghe seemed to hear the sound behind him. When he turned around, he saw Xiwu sitting on the ground constantly rubbing his forehead and asked gently, "What's wrong with you?" But the voice is extremely hoarse.

"Mr. Xing, what's wrong with you?" Xiwu seemed to forget to continue rubbing his forehead, only staring at Gu Xinghe, and his eyes were full of surprise.

Gu Xinghe saw him like this and didn't know what had changed in him, so he asked, "Why did you ask me what's wrong?"

Xiwu raised his right hand, pointed to Gu Xinghe, and said intermittently, "Mr. Xing, sister...husband, your head...hair..."

"Hair?" Gu Xinghe lowered his head and wondered. He stretched out his right hand and brushed a trace of long hair from his forehead, but found that the long black silk had turned into white thread. He raised his head and stared at Xiwu and said, "Is my hair all white?"

After all, Xiwu is still a child. He didn't know the change of Gu Xinghe's mood now. He nodded several times and said, "Brother, your hair has turned white. Why... what's going on?"

Gu Xinghe just shook his head gently and stopped talking. His eyes were completely attracted by the clouds and smoke. For him, everything else in the world was illusory.

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The next day, the wind and clouds are clear and the winter is shining.

A gorgeous spark rises to the far west of the Mu Kingdom. In the gorgeous spark, there is a girl in white like a fairy. The corners of her mouth are a peaceful smile, but her body has already been stiff and cold.

Yunyan could not be resurrected. Gu Xinghe, who was already full of gorgeous hair, did not agree to bury her in Xiwu, but returned to the cabin where he and Yunyan had lived for two years, where Yunyan was cremated.

"Yaner, you go first, and I will come to accompany you later." Gu Xinghe gently looked at the clouds and smoke in the sea of fire and muttered in his heart. A breeze blew, brushing his white hair all over his head.

"What kind of person!" Suddenly, Gu Xinghe felt that there was a figure sneaking into him and Xiwu. The sharp Yishui sword suddenly appeared in his hand, exuding a strong murderous atmosphere.

"Sir, calm your anger!" The man seemed to know the power of Gu Xinghe. When he saw him angry, he immediately gave him mercy.

Gu Xinghe did not take back the long sword in his hand, but coldly looked at the place where the sound came out with his sword, but a middle-aged man in cloth slowly came out from a huge bush, careful and alert.

But I heard Xiwu suddenly say, "Uncle Rongbei, why did you come here?"

The middle-aged man in cloth is the only younger brother of King Mu of the Kingdom of Mu, the powerful Prince Rongbei.

Gu Xinghe still did not speak, but only looked coldly at Prince Rongbei to see what he said. Rongbei slowly walked forward dozens of feet before he said, "Xiwu's nephew, now that King Yun is dead, the elders have discussed and asked you to return to the royal city to inherit the throne."

Xiwu snorted coldly and said loudly, "I don't want to be that king. My father became the king, but he died in the hands of rebellion. Brother Yun Sheng also became the king, but Sister Yunyan died in his hands, and he himself is not good to die. I don't want to be such a king!"

After all, he is still a child. He only sees the disadvantages of being a king, but he never knows the wonderful taste of holding power.

But I heard Gu Xinghe slowly say, "Xiwu, do you want fewer and fewer people to die?"

Xi Wu nodded gently and said, "Brother-in-law, naturally there are fewer and fewer people who are willing to die."

Gu Xinghe then said, "Then go back to the king city with your uncle to be a king. As long as you can be as wise and selfless as King Mu, so that the people of the Great Mu Kingdom can live a good life, no one will die as miserable as your sister again!"

Xiwu raised her smiling face and asked doubtfully, "Brother-in-law, really? As long as I can be like my father, will no one ever die as miserable as my sister?"

Gu Xinghe withdrew the Yishui sword in his hand, nodded gently, then turned his head and continued to look at the clouds and smoke in the sea of fire. At this time, the clouds and smoke were completely shrouded in fire and red flames.

But will no one die as tragic as a cigarette again? Gu Xinghe asked himself in his heart, but he couldn't get an affirmative answer like himself.

But when he heard the Xiwu behind him ask again, "Dad likes to fight in all directions so much, do I also want to fight like my father?" But every time there is a war, a lot of people will die!"

Yunyan shook her head slowly, but did not answer directly: "Everything is up to you!" After a pause, he then said, "Xiwu, let your Lord Sui Rongbei go back together. I will stay here with your sister, and you don't come here again!"

Although Xiwu is a child, he is extremely intelligent. He only heard him say, "Brother-in-law, are you going to commit suicide and go with your sister to the world we can't see?" But when my sister looked at your smile before she died, I knew she didn't want you to die.

"But she is dead. Is it meaningful for me to live?" Gu Xinghe was very melancholy, just staring at the sea of fire and did not say anything.

Suddenly, the clouds and smoke in the sea of fire seemed to stand up. She stood on the flowers in the sea of fire, looking at Gu Xinghe with a smile and a happy smile on her mouth.

"Yan'er, Yan'er, is that you?" Gu Xinghe stepped forward, stretched out his hands and muttered.

But seeing the clouds and smoke in the sea of fire, he nodded gently and said with a smile, "Xing, it's me."

It seems that she has never died, as if she will always live in this world.

Gu Xinghe continued to move slowly in the direction of the sea of fire, as if he had never seen the sunset fog and Rongbei beside him. His eyes were confused, and his hands stretched straight forward, as if trying to grab something.

"Brother-in-law! Brother-in-law!" Xiwu was aside and called nervously, but he couldn't wake up Gu Xinghe at all. He could only watch him step by step in the direction of the sea of fire.

"Yaner, don't be afraid, I'm coming with you!" The ancient Xinghe muttered.

But when he heard the clouds and smoke in the sea of fire, he suddenly said, "No! How can I give up your death? Xing, you have to live well and live together for the two of us. Promise me, okay? Otherwise, I won't get peace in that world.

A wisp of green smoke curled up to the sky, and the breeze blew, and the green smoke seemed to disperse into countless flying butterflies, flying straight to the sky.

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"The first part of the Ranger Years" ended like this, and many stories seemed to be unfinished, but when Yunyan passed away, I no longer had the desire to continue to tell. Please forgive my waywardness. The story will continue. I said that this novel is a story I sketched for seven years. There is no stallion, no bully, there are He is just a person who has experienced the dust. He will laugh, cry, and be more likely to die, but after all, he is different.

This is an epic and magnificent story. Although my writing ability is not as good as I expected, I will continue to work hard. As for the sadomasochistic tendency, I have no idea. I hope that the first part of this story will not affect everyone's mood.

Up to now, there are 37W words. If you think it is okay to write, please collect it, and then read it slowly, or continue to fatten. I will work hard as always and be sure to tell this story completely.