kvmb Chapter 235 Farewell
Chapter 235 Farewell
Ye Xuan closed her eyes in Fu Zhenghong's arms, and he held her body which was gradually getting colder.
He and Ye Xuan have known each other since childhood. They were childhood sweethearts and had already promised to spend their lives together. Even though he was in such a miserable state at the time, Ye Xuan never thought of leaving him.
At the beginning, he wanted to leave Wanjian Villa to avoid Ye Xu's eyes and ears.
It was Ye Xuan who helped her, and it was also at that time that the way she looked at him changed.
He once thought that Ye Xuan had learned her father's true identity and could not accept it for a while, so her personality changed.
He once wanted to take her away with him, but Ye Xuan didn't want to. She just looked at him with an incomprehensible look.
Only now did he realize that Ye Xuan had been carrying too much, but she refused to tell him about those things until her death, and only apologized to him.
He never thought that they would end up like this.
Ji Qiuyue knelt in front of Qingluo and looked at her pale face.
That once beautiful face can no longer smile charmingly.
The person she once hated and despised now died in front of her, but she felt no joy and no cheer.
There was only sadness, a gust of wind blew past, and my face was cold.
Ji Qiuyue raised her hand and touched it, and a tear wet her fingertips.
"Peerless and beautiful, the Qingyang Sect, the Saint Qingluo!" Ji Qiuyue sighed and tidied up the messy hair on Qingluo's face.
Shen Shuyuan stood behind her with his hand on her shoulder.
He looked around. The battle did not last long, but it resulted in countless casualties, although he still didn't know what Ye Xu had done.
And what Ye Xuan said before, the way of heaven, destiny, and the protagonist.
To him, all of this was like a mess, making it difficult for him to sort things out or see through them.
Ye Shuangbai returned to Qingling and shouted hesitantly, "Master, what are we going to do about the Saint's funeral?"
Qing Ling finally raised his head, his eyes were red and his face was pale.
He staggered to his feet, and Ye Shuangbai quickly reached out to support him.
Qingling turned around and walked towards Qingluo step by step.
Ji Qiuyue made way, Qingling half-knelt down, picked up Qingluo, and the dirty blood instantly soaked his clothes.
He hugged Qingluo and said, "Let's go back to Qingyang."
Ye Shuangbai followed behind him, walking down the mountain step by step.
Ji Qiuyue and Shen Shuyuan looked at each other, and both walked up to Fu Zhenghong.
"Young Master Fu..." Shen Shuyuan hesitated to speak.
Fu Zhenghong raised his head, his face ashen. "I want to take my junior sister back to Wanjian Villa."
Before leaving, Fu Zhenghong saw Ye Xu's body not far away. He did not let him be exposed in the wilderness, but dug a hole for him so that he could rest in peace.
From then on, a desolate grave stood on the lonely Wuji Mountain.
Before everyone came here, no one expected this result.
They parted at the foot of the mountain, and Qingling took Qingluo and Ye Shuangbai and left towards Qingyang Mountain.
Ji Qiuyue and the others followed Fu Zhenghong to Wanjian Villa.
Before leaving, Ji Qiuyue looked back at the direction Qingling had left. After this farewell, she didn't know when they would meet again.
Life is short, accidents and separations always happen in a flash.
But the pain and emotions that followed were boundless.
Fu Zhenghong returned to Wanjian Villa. When the disciples of the villa saw him come back, they were surprised at first, and then they saw the mourning cloth on his arm and the coffin on the carriage.
Everyone's originally happy faces turned gloomy.
Fu Zhenghong did not organize a funeral for Ye Xuan. He buried Ye Xuan in the back mountain of Wanjian Villa.
An epitaph was erected for Ye Xuan: Tomb of Ye Xuan, wife of Fu.
The tombstone reads:
I love Yeh Shi-Hsuan. Since childhood, we have played together, like children without a care in the world. Chasing butterflies in the courtyard, laughing and chatting; our childhood sweethearts walked hand in hand, and our friendship began to blossom.
At the age of coming of age, we pledged to be together till old age, to support each other in times of trouble. You are kind-hearted and tender-hearted.
God is cruel, He took away my love. You have returned to the earth, and the warmth of the past has all turned into smoke.
I weep when I recall her voice and face, and feel sad when I touch her things. Every time I think of the past when we were together, my heart breaks.
The rest of my life is long, but I carry with me the deep love of the past, and miss it endlessly every day and every year.
Husband stood up in tears after paying for Zhenghong
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Qingling brought Qingluo back to Qingyang. Qingxi got the news in advance, but when he saw Qingluo in the coffin, his face turned pale.
Qingxi personally handled Qingluo's funeral, and the entire Qingyang Sect hung white silk to commemorate her.
The funeral lasted for three days and three nights, and Qingling did not show up during these three days.
Until the last day, before the coffin is closed, relatives see each other for the last time.
Qingling came and leaned against the coffin, looking at Qingluo lying quietly inside.
He placed the thing in his hand next to Qingluo.
That is a string of candied haws.
Qingxuan once said that when he found his sister, he would buy her the sweetest candied haws in the world.
They were beggars at that time and had no money. He regretted until his death that he did not see his sister for the last time and did not buy the sweetest candied haws for her.
He knew he couldn't survive, so he traded himself for a promise.
Qingling agreed to his request and found his sister.
But Qingling is Qingling. Although he found Qingluo and made her a saint who is second only to the emperor and above everyone else, he is not Qingluo's brother after all.
The brother Qingluo called at the end was not him, but Qingxuan, her brother, the brother who always thought about buying her candied haws.
Qingling put down the candied haws and watched quietly as the coffin lid was closed.
Qingxi specially asked the most respected gentleman at the foot of the mountain to write the eulogy for Qingluo.
Ye Shuang Bai Nian:
There was a girl named Qingluo who was born in a cold environment. She lost her parents when she was still an infant. She was lonely and miserable, and her life was full of misfortunes.
When he was only five years old, he met with a great disaster and was separated from his brother. From then on, he wandered in the world, suffered from hunger and cold, and endured all the misery in the world.
Despite his young age, he experienced the treacherousness of the market and the unpredictable human heart. The twists and turns he went through were heartbreaking, but his will was as firm as a rock. He did not yield to hardship, but stumbled alone, looking for a way to survive in despair.
To avenge his brother, he joined the demonic sect, enduring his hardships, which he could not reveal to outsiders. He slept on straw and tasted gall, waiting for the right time to act, and maneuvered among the demonic shadows and cunning tactics.
Once she had the sharp blade in her hand, she spotted her enemy's weakness, attacked with all her might, and killed him with her own hands, with blood splattering on the spot. From then on, she became famous and ascended to the position of Saint.
She is extremely beautiful, stunningly beautiful, and looks like a fairy from heaven; but she is aloof and serious. Years of hardship have shaped her into a ruthless person, and everyone fears her, but they don't know the blood and tears behind her actions.
Just when I was expecting my life to turn around, what a pity that fate plays such a trick on me! The evil man's sword, with a cold gleam, suddenly pierces my chest, and in an instant, my beauty is gone.
At that time, blood covered her silk robes, her delicate body grew cold, her soul passed into the netherworld. The flower had not yet fully blossomed, but was broken midway.
Qingluo's life is as short as morning dew. In the dark road to the underworld, ghosts and demons will be scared away and peace will always be with her.
In his next life, he hopes to be born in peace, with a happy family, and live happily without worries.
Shang Xiang!
Qingluo's grave is on the top of Qingyang Mountain. She has no hometown and no descendants. Qingyang Mountain was once her nightmare, but it is also her final destination!