The setting sun was like blood pouring on Qixia Mountain, and the afterglow of the sunset stayed at the last tide. On a not-so-high mountain, Chen Hao and Luo Fengjiao sat together. Luo Fengjiao's fair face was as calm as autumn water, and she looked at the sunset in the distance silently.

"Brother Hao, what you said in the cave before...but came out casually?" Luo Fengjiao raised her head and looked at Chen Hao who was buried in the middle of the moment in anticipation. She suddenly felt that the first time she called the man in front of her like this, she actually found that she was so casual. Perhaps it was because she had said it many times in her heart.

Although Chen Hao was surprised, he didn't care much. He smiled gently and put it in his arms to remember the dim sunset of memories: "Do you and me first meet?"

"Yes!" Luo Fengjiao murmured slightly, a little bloody color appeared on her face, and then a happy smile.

Speaking of this, Chen Hao smiled sadly: "To this day, I have long regarded you as a confidante, and I have long regarded you as an indispensable part of my Chen Hao's heart..."

Luo Fengjiao smiled and closed her eyes, a drop of clear tears slid down her cheeks, and then she choked and said: "You have said this, Fengjiao's heart is enough..."

"Feng Jiao..." Chen Hao lowered his head and swallowed, his eyes were wet but he didn't know what to say.

Luo Fengjiao smiled at Chen Hao comfortingly: "There are fates between life and death, so Brother Hao doesn't have to be sad. Fengjiao can get together with his brother this time, which is better than being alone..."

Since being rescued from the cave, Luo Fengjiao has been dying. Luo Fengjiao, who was already seriously injured, has long been unable to make a comeback under the impact of the fatal knife. What Chen Hao can do at this time can only accompany Luo Fengjiao in his last time.

The quiet warmth blends between this world and the world, which looks particularly perfect. The short sunset is finally a little sad.

"Brother Hao, Feng Jiao wants to listen to the little song?"

Seeing that Luo Fengjiao was young and coquettish, Chen Hao felt even more heartbroken. He hugged Luo Fengjiao tightly, responded gently, and hummed a small song in a low voice:

The worldly relationship is like a dream and ups and downs are always uneven

It's all now a cloud of smoke

Love becomes empty, like waving your hand and sleeves under your sleeves

A faint fragrance floats in the deep old dream

The flowers fall all over the wind

...

Sorrow comes from it, because of the sorrow of separation. Chen Hao sang in a deep voice, and the scenes of the two people walking along the way appeared in his mind. They stumbled and quarreled. They once thought it was boring, but now they thought it was a beautiful and sweet thing.

The sunset faded away from the night, and the breeze blew by and blew so much sorrow. At the end of the song, Chen Hao was already crying. Looking down at Luo Fengjiao who was sleeping in his arms, Chen Hao hugged the gradually cold memories with his arms. He still choked and finished singing the last song. At this time, Chen Hao was already crying and unable to suppress himself.

Within a day, he lost a brother who was loyal to each other and a confidante who pretended not to know but loved deeply. Chen Hao wanted to vent his grief in the endless night with his roar, but he was like a thorn in his throat and could not make any sound.

Passing through the dangerous journey was Luo Feilong's protection, and Luo Fengjiao sacrificed herself to save her. Although they had not known each other for too long, they had already regarded each other as relatives. If they had not been careless and risked alone, how could they have ended up now?

Ye Feng blew away the tears and blew away the lost things, but left an indelible scar in Chen Hao's heart. He held Luo Fengjiao's cold body and sat on the top of the mountain without moving, looking at the valley in the distance and whispered to himself: "Don't worry, I, Chen Hao, take my life as a vow, and will not swear to never fall into hell forever!"

The light footsteps slowly approached the mountain, and a man slowly walked towards here.

"You..." The man in black wanted to speak but stopped, his eyes full of guilt.

"What's the matter?" Chen Hao did not turn around, but just asked the people behind him coldly.

The man in black pursed his lips and comforted him with pity: "A person cannot be resurrected after death, the young master hopes to take care of his health!"

Seeing that Chen Hao ignored it, he said again: "Feng Jiao... I'm sorry!"

After a moment of silence, Chen Hao let out a heavy sigh: "You go!"

Speaking, Chen Hao stood up and hugged Luo Fengjiao and walked towards the mountain, leaving the man in black isolated in the wind. The man in black slowly took the veil below, and his beautiful face was already filled with tears.

For some reason, Zi Yuan, as an assassin, couldn't help crying. Looking at the disappearing back in the night sky, Zi Yuan lowered her head guiltily, and then silently turned towards the direction where Chen Hao disappeared.

The thick ink night was thunder and lightning roaring, and after a moment it was a heavy rain. In the back mountain of Qixia Temple, Chen Hao took off the muddy soil with his hands in the heavy rain and dug it bit by bit. The raindrops kept slapping his cold face, without slowing down his progress in digging the pit at all.

His ten fingers kept digging the soil, and the blood on his fingers had already penetrated into the soil, making him look particularly bright red. But Chen Hao was still digging mechanically, without any emotion in his eyes.

Zi Yuan stood in the distance with an umbrella and did not dare to approach. If she hadn't distinguished between importance, how could such an ending happen?

When Yangzhou was separated that day, Chen Hao felt a little uneasy. So he asked Zi Yuan to follow him secretly to play a decisive role at the critical moment. However, when he followed Qixia Mountain, he forgot the time because his master and apprentice had not seen each other for a long time...

If Zi Yuan was joined, the ending might not be so sad.

The rain is getting heavier, but Chen Hao is not disturbed by anything outside. A new tomb is erected in the wind and rain, and a pine tree beside the tomb is allowed to blow by the wind and rain. Chen Hao stood dumbly in the wind and rain, and said softly: "Since you do not want a grand burial, nor do you want the body of the hot summer to be corrupted. I will bury you here as you wish, here with green mountains and waters, morning bells and evening drums. Planting pine trees only hope that you will be with you and lying drunk on the green mountains. If there is a next life, I will be for the green pine and you will be for the mountain..."

After standing for a long time, he turned around and left. When he passed by Zi Yuan, he said expressionlessly: "I have someone erect a monument in front of the grave!" Then he went to Qixia Temple.

"What's the word written on it?" Zi Yuan shouted hurriedly holding an oil-paper umbrella.

Chen Hao stopped and was stunned. He knew that Zi Yuan asked what the monument was erected, so he nodded for a moment and said, "The virtuous wife Luo Fengjiao..."

The next morning, three people sat opposite each other in the Zen room.

"Two masters, Chen Hao was unforgettable for saving yesterday!" Chen Hao said, and gave a deep salute with respect.

Minghe put his hands together and recited: "Namo Amitabha, saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. The little donor doesn't have to do this! Besides, the two brothers and brothers have a lot of connections with the little donor!"

"Oh? Master, please speak!" Chen Hao looked at Minghe and Mingshan with a plain face. He had long felt that Master Minghe was not simple. At this moment, Chen Hao was naturally not surprised to find that the origin of the matter was strictly followed.

"Good, good! Is the little donor really the surname Chen?" Seeing Chen Hao's unusually plain look, he asked interestingly.

Mingshan's fat body sat there unmoved, but Chen Hao was incredible. It was really a good state of cultivation for a person of this level to not sweat heavily in summer. Could it be that he really proved that the saying "Is it natural to be cool"?

"Of course!" Chen Hao answered without hesitation.

"Who is his father?" Mingshan continued to ask anxiously, regardless of Chen Hao's feelings at this moment.

"Junior brother..." Minghe frowned and reminded him a little displeased. He knew from Zi Yuan that Chen Hao was an orphan, but he wanted to press and talk about the deceased step by step, which was a very demeanor of the elders.

Chen Hao stared at Mingshan with a frown and said, "Father died early, and his mother Lin died of illness three years ago. Since then, Chen is alone!" Chen Hao secretly felt unhappy. Since Zi Yuan is your apprentice of Master Mingshan, how could he not know his own details?
Chapter completed!