Chapter 121 Conces

At dusk, the remnants of the sun in the sky are like a glow, welcoming the arrival of the night in the most gorgeous moment.

The whole Beiming Mountain City is bathed in the golden red sunset. Each peak is like a layer of roses, and the clouds are beautiful and spectacular.

The thirteen peaks of the holy city are like giants in the mountains, towering on the sea of clouds, surrounded by the mysterious and horrible northern underworld.

Fayan Peak is located in the southeast of the thirteen peaks of the holy city. It is famous for its many beautiful waterfalls. Among them, the "Jinmen Waterfall" halfway up the mountain is world-famous and enjoys the reputation of "the first waterfall in the Northland".

On the cliff hundreds of meters away from the waterfall, there is a hanging castle in the air. Half of it is embedded in the rugged and hard rocks, and the other half is flying over the deep ravement, which is specially used for the VIPs who go up the mountain to rest halfway.

At this moment, the heads of the major families of the Northern Underworld are gathered in this two-story pavilion, waiting for the festival ceremony to begin.

However, I didn't see Luo Jia.

Luojia is in front of the tomb of Eshanyue. She has been guarding here step by step. Ten days have passed, thirty days have passed, and a hundred days have passed, regardless of day and night, no matter the moon rises and the moon sets, no matter the sudden rain and hot sun, she has never left.

Since she was a child, Eshanyue has often held her on her lap and told stories that she didn't know what to read from.

The arms of Eshanyue are warm and soft, the voice of Eshanyue is soft and beautiful, and the breath of Eshanyue is soothing and fragrant. In her story, there are always heroic and invincible warriors and beautiful and elegant women. They will always be a pair that the world envies and praises. They can always defeat the evil banshee and vicious demons and live a happy life.

But Luojia is Luojia. She never takes the story seriously, let alone the beauty in the dream world as a reality.

Some things are doomed to happen, and some people are doomed to be unavoidable.

I know that you will be sad, that you will be depressed, and that you will go crazy, but there is always something called "fate" that is always waiting for you to throw yourself into the net in front of you.

Luo Jia figured this truth out a long time ago. She imagined herself as a gust of wind and used all her strength to open a door and rush out of the room that closed her. Luojia called it "anti-dist" and resisted his own order against God. The final result of such a person must be a miserable death!

"I can't help it, Sister Yue." Luojia sat cross-legged in front of the tomb of Eshanyue and said to herself gently, "I know that we are just mortals after all. There are too many things that we can't forget. In the end, even if we are a moth, we have to rush to that little flame even if we know it is dead."

She picked up a wine bottle beside her, which also contained more than half a bottle of wine, which was given by Mo Jingxuan.

Mo Jingxuan only sat here with her for a while, but brought a lot of news.

Luo Jia heard it very clearly. His point was to persuade himself to change his mind, put the overall situation first, shake hands with Ni Tiangao and fight against the enemy.

- Joke, why do you have to help Ni Tiangao? Luo Jia asked Mo Jingxuan.

Mo Jingxuan smiled and said, drinking and drinking.

So the two drank silently for a while, and then Mo Jingxuan got up and left.

"Three years have passed, and you haven't changed anything. I'm relieved." Before leaving, Mo Jingxuan left such a sentence.

"Nonsense! Of course I have changed, and I have changed a lot. Luo Jia told Mo Jingxuan in her heart, "I not only found Chu Tian, but also left him by my side."

She sent the wine bottle to her lips, took a small sip, and looked at the words on the tombstone of Eshanyue.

The tombstone is erected by Qi, and the style is as simple and elegant as that of Eshanyue. Only six words are simply engraved on the tablet: "The Tomb of You's Mountain and Moon". There is no monument, and there is no time to set up the monument.

"One day, I will accompany her." That's what Youqi people said.

Eshanyue didn't drink wine before his death, but You'ao Mountain was addicted to alcohol. There are too many differences between him and him, but they are destined to be entangled with each other for a lifetime.

Suddenly, a hand came from behind Luojia and gently took away the wine bottle in her hand.

Luo Jia didn't move. The man stepped forward and sat next to her, hugged her, and drank silently.

"The person I should hate most in this world is her. But strangely, I'd rather she was still alive.

The drinker seemed to be talking to himself, staring at the tombstone of Eshanyue, revealing an indescribable complex color.

"Aoshan comes here every day to accompany me and Sister Yue. Sometimes it feels like going back to a long time ago."

Luo Jia asked slowly, "Chu Tian, if I give you a chance to start all over again, would you like to live again?"

"I don't know." Chu Tian whispered, "I don't want to think about such an illusory thing. Instead of asking for trouble, it's better to live in the present.

Luojia shook her head with a smile, leaned in Chu Tian's arms with a trace of resentment, and said, "This problem is actually not as ethereal as you think. If it were you to ask and I would answer, I would say this: For you, I am willing to endure the pain of reincarnation for life. If I was naive to start all over, I will love you more and cherish the opportunity to be with you more than this time and the last time. Pig head, it's been so long that you just thought of coming to see me today. How did you do it?

"Hmm...? Oh!" Chu Tian answered and seemed a little at a loss in the face of Luojia's sudden affectionate questioning. "I... I found the suicide note. Mrs. You... committed suicide."

Luo Jia didn't say anything, and the smile on her lips gradually became stiff and bitter. She took the bottle and looked up and swallowed it.

"In a little while, there will be a big war in Lingyun Pavilion." Chu Tian answered another sentence.

"It's obviously cuter if you don't talk." Luo Jia put the wine bottle to Chu Tian's mouth. Instead of feeding him wine, he wanted this guy to shut up.

Chu Tian suddenly understood Luojia's mood. Even if the world shakes the earth at the next moment, E Shanyue, who has gone to another world, does not need to talk to people about fighting and killing. Luo Jia knows her. So I just sat down and watched the sunset with her and waited for it to get dark.

Luo Jia's character has always been aggressive and dare to act, and even doesn't pay attention to her brother Ni Tiangao. But she is such a person. In front of Eshanyue, she will always be a little girl who can worry about her little things, instead of forcing herself to pretend to be a strong man.

"What is said in the suicide note?" Luo Jia suddenly asked.

"The small sitting on the railing, listening is deeper and leaking, and the heart becomes ashes; how can it be read, the secluded people come and go alone, lonely and cold; Qi Meng is like smoke, who remembers like the beautiful years of water, people are faint. The unique pen of the mountain moon..."

Chu Tian's voice was low, and he slowly read the content of Ashanyue's suicide note.

Luo Jia was speechless for a long time, and slowly sprinkled the remaining half a bottle of wine in front of the grave of Eshanyue, and the air was filled with a strong fragrance.

Her bright eyes were quietly covered with a layer of hazy fog, and the corners of her lips were almost imperceptible, as if she was restraining herself from sobbing.

"Cry if you want, I think she won't mind."

"Fool." Luo Jia raised her face and looked at the twilight sky, but she didn't know whether she was talking about Eshanyue or Chu Tian.

"There is a god three feet above the head." Chu Tian said, "When I was a child, my grandfather often taught me this sentence, but now I am more and more doubtful whether it is really true?"

"Let me tell you, pig head." Luo Jia gradually calmed down and replied, "There is no matter of good or evil in the world. All the criteria for distinguishing are made up by some ulterior motives. It's just that he cheated a lot of people because he was smart and could say some messy nonsense. What's the point of doing the way for heaven? In fact, at this time, at that time, it's just to find a reason for some nonsense people..."

At this point, the corners of her lips were gently upturned, revealing a touch of scorn.

"There is no good or evil, such as the wine in this bottle, it is just a existence. So don't expect God's conscience to find that in addition to violence, it will punish evil and promote good, it will always only follow its own laws, such as sunrise and sunset.

"There is no good or evil, and naturally there is nothing to do--" Chu Tian stared at the empty wine bottle in Luojia's hand and chewed this sentence carefully. Many ideas and thoughts that have slowly formed for a long time have been subverted and shattered.

"Yes, that's it." Luo Jia gently shook the empty wine bottle and then said, "Otherwise, how can those bastards who do all kinds of evil can become the fruit and become the sky?" Whether it's good or bad, it's all the same in God's eyes. What is the road? The road is an illusory thing, godless, ignorant, happy and angry.

"So what do we do good for?"

"No why," Luo Jia gently stroked Chu Tian's forehead with her delicate hand, with a hazy white light, and her voice was like a dream. She said, "Don't do one thing because of 'why'. Listen to the guidance of your heart. Your heart will not deceive you. It knows what is right and what is wrong.

Chu Tian stopped asking questions and closed his eyes and sat silently, as if he had entered a state of meditation.

Luo Jia smiled gently and looked at the tombstone and said, "Sister Yue, I'm leaving. There are still a lot of things to do, but I haven't figured out what to do. Anyway, your spirit in heaven should protect me.

"Bang bang bang -" A series of fireworks signals rose from the direction of Lingyun Pavilion, blooming purple and red glittering on the dusk clouds.

The decisive battle has begun.

"It's not dark yet - I really can't stand these guys. I can't calm down one by one."

Luo Jia frowned, glanced at Chu Tian, who seemed to be unconscious, put aside the empty wine bottle and got up and went to Lingyun Pavilion.

After all, I couldn't watch the sunset with him.

There is no sign of a scuffle. If you have to find such a trigger from the chaotic situation, you can only start with a light and thin teacup.

Throw the cup as the number, which is the signal secretly agreed by the five masters, Ni Tiangao, Xuanlongyu, Youqiren, Efangying and Mo Jingxuan.

The news is conveyed by Chu Tian; time, choose the moment when everyone is about to leave for the moon tomb in Eshan.

From the moment Xuanlongyu, Yan Xipo, Geshu Xiaomeng and Yin Shengdao stepped into Lingyun Pavilion, Youqi people always held an inconspicuous blue and white porcelain tea cup in their hands.

Because it is the festival day of the Eshanyue, although the owners of the Thirteenth Family are all in the Lingyun Pavilion, no one talks and laughs loudly, and even coughs gently with their mouths covered.

Everyone sat in groups in the pavilion and greeted with tea. The scene was extremely delicate. Except for a few people in the dark, everyone is waiting for something.

There will always be someone who will take the lead and make trouble. If it's not this minute, it will be in the next second.

At this time, Mrs. Gu walked up to the second floor and whispered in the ear of Youqi, "Young Master, it's almost dark."

The unfounded man didn't say anything and looked up out of the window. On the opposite cliff, the Jinmen Waterfall rumbled, like thousands of dragons swooping down from the clouds, and the strong water mist was rendered blood red under the residual sun.

It's almost dark, but there is no news from Youao Mountain.

The Qiren slowly moved his eyes and looked at the injured autumn who was sitting next to Ni Tiangao, who closed his eyes and rested himself. From the haggard face of the other party, there is no clue.

On the other side, Xuanlongyu, Yin Shengdao, Yan Xipo and Ge Shu Xiaomeng are gathering together to chat in a low voice. The owner of the silent family, Shang Xuanze, and Leng Yuechan are bored to play chess.

Further away, Mo Jingxuan and An Yujing, a representative from the An family, the housekeeper of the Tianwang Mansion, stood side by side on the outer corridor, looking at the Golden Gate Waterfall under the afterglow of the sunset.

You Qiren withdrew his eyes, looked at E Fangying, and saw his father-in-law nod to him slightly.

"Let someone prepare." Youqi told Gu's sister-in-law to stand up slowly.

Seeing Youqi people get up, the owners of the major families stopped their movements with tacit understanding.

A dozen eyes focused on Youqi people. He picked up the cup and smiled and said, "Tonight is the 100-day festival of Zhu Jing. I am very grateful. I will use tea instead of wine and thank you again for your love.

He drank the fragrant tea that had already cooled in the cup, looked around the crowd, and said in a low voice, "Let's start!"