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Volume 4 Endless Sea of ??Clouds 009 The Peach Blossoms Still Remain

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    009 The peach blossom remains the same

    The Hengling Mountains stretch for hundreds of miles, traversing the north and south. There are big rivers and green sands in the sunny part of the mountain, and majestic city gates in the shade of the mountain. They strangle the throat of the world. The geographical location is very important.

    The city pass is called Zhennanguan, and it is the largest pass in Dahua Kingdom. There are continuous city walls and peaks on both sides of the city gate, reaching the east and west ends of Hengling. Zhennanguan is not far from Qianyuan City, the imperial city of Dahua Kingdom.  But it is the most important line of defense for the imperial city.

    On this day, a white cloud floated from the northwest of Hengling. The white cloud was only a few meters in size and floated extremely fast. However, what was extremely strange was that at this time, the sky was clear and there was no wind or clouds. The appearance of this white cloud was very strange.  Extraordinarily abrupt.

    Fortunately, the sun was scorching at this time, and no one looked up to see any abnormality in the white clouds in the sky. Even if there were, the white clouds were moving so fast that by the time the viewers realized it, the white clouds had already floated dozens of miles away.

    The white clouds drifted across Hengling, crossed the Qingsha River, and finally landed in the peach blossom forest on the south side of the river bank.

    There are countless peach blossoms on the north and south banks of the Qingsha River. It is the late spring season, and clusters of peach blossoms are blooming one after another, as pink and white as snow, tender and delicate.  The river flowed slowly, and the breeze blew from the river. Countless peach blossoms fell one after another. For a while, the fallen flowers on the green sand river bank were colorful, just like snow falling.

    In the peach blossom forest on the south side, a young man in white clothes suddenly appeared, and the original white auspicious clouds surged and turned into the size of a bodhi, sank into the young man's eyebrows, and disappeared.

    The young man's robes are snow-white, his hair is as black as ink, his starry eyes and eyebrows are bright, and he is extremely handsome, giving people an ethereal and fairy-like feeling; the peach blossoms in the peach blossom forest are falling one after another, but they are only three points away from the young man when they are  An invisible force bounced away, looking extremely weird.

    Slowly walking through the peach blossom forest, the young man in white finally stopped in front of a huge peach tree. The trunk of the peach tree was as thick as a human waist, with lush branches and countless snow-white peach blossoms.

    Strange to say, this peach tree is not the largest one on both sides of the river, but the peach blossoms on its branches are the most lush on the entire Qingsha River.

    Standing in front of the peach tree, the young man's figure suddenly froze. His eyes were fixed on the bottom of the peach tree. There was a small mound of half a meter high. Next to it was a small stone tablet with no words. Under the stone tablet was a copper incense burner.  , and there are two bunches of white flowers on both sides. Judging from the situation, it should be a tomb.

    Staring fixedly at the unnamed tomb in front of him, a trace of doubt flashed in the young man's eyes: "Is it possible that someone else has been buried here in the past few decades, but why not engrave an inscription on it? There is no way in the secular world where someone is buried without an inscription."  The inscription!¡±

    "Could it be Sister Cai'er? That's right. Apart from me, only Sister Cai'er knows where my mother Yang Xue is buried. Only my mother, a sinner in the cold palace, can't bury her in a dignified manner. In order to protect my mother, Sister Cai'er can  Don¡¯t engrave words on the tombstone!¡±

    After some thought, the young man had a rough guess in his mind. He knelt down in front of the unnamed tombstone, kowtowed nine times, bowed nine times, and knelt down. The young man in white couldn't stand for a long time.

    This young man in white is none other than Yang Xiao who has returned from the Xianyun Sect. After bidding farewell to Master Wuyou, he registered the record of leaving the sect, left the Holy Land in the Clouds, and rode the clouds all the way to Yang Xue's burial site on the Qingsha River.  place.

    After kneeling in front of the unnamed tombstone for nine days, Yang Xiao just got up. He stood up, looked for a broom-like weed around the river bank, dried it, and slowly swept the unnamed tomb over and over again, as if to  As if making up for the lost decades one by one, Yang Xiao swept the whole tomb thirty-three times. The huge tomb was swept clean by Yang Xiao. As for the black ink stele, Yang Xiao wiped it brightly with the lapel of his clothes.  !

    After doing all this, Yang Xiao did not turn around and leave, but quietly found a quiet place near the river bank, sat cross-legged, and a white jade flute appeared in his hand.

    This white jade flute was left by his mother, Yang Xue. She was in the resort in the clouds. Yang Xiao had rubbed this white jade flute countless times every day, in memory of the hard-won family love that had long since passed!

    The low, sad, melodious flute sound slowly sounded. The flute sound contained endless longing and sadness, as if the wanderer was pouring out his longing to his parents at home, and as if the surviving son was remembering his elders

    The sound of the flute was sobbing, the night was as cold as water, and the sky was full of sadness. Unknowingly, Yang Xiao was in tears. The surging river water on the green sand bank and the bright moon in the night sky could not take away the sadness in his heart.

    One day, one day, another day!

    Yang Xiao kept playing one melody after another. He seemed to be confiding, venting, making amends, regretting, but also seemed to be waiting, hesitating, hesitating

    No one knows that Yang Xiao is not only trying to repay the regret of not paying homage to Yang Xue for many years, but more importantly, he is waiting for the person who has been sweeping the tomb and paying homage to Yang Xue all the time.

    On this day, I was wearing a light green shirt.A very beautiful middle-aged woman holding a bamboo basket came from a distance with an eleven or twelve-year-old boy with a bun.

    Although the woman was beautiful, her face was a little pale, and she seemed to be suffering from an illness, but she needed the support of the young man with a bun next to her.

    "Grandma, someone is playing the flute? The flute sounds so nice, but why does my grandson want to cry?" A milky voice sounded quietly, but it was the boy with a bun in his bun asking the middle-aged woman beside him.

    "Oh, maybe the flute player encountered something sad?" The middle-aged woman took a few deep breaths and answered slowly.

    "Grandma, why did the sound of the flute suddenly stop?" The milky voice sounded again.

    "Maybe the flute player is gone!" The middle-aged woman stroked the boy's head and then said harmoniously, "Okay, Cheng'er, let's hurry up, your grandma will be waiting in a hurry!"

    The two walked slowly into the depths of the peach blossom forest, and saw that their destination was near the unnamed tomb where Yang Xiao had been staying for nearly a month.

    As soon as the woman entered the peach blossom forest, Yang Xiao noticed it. He subconsciously stopped playing the flute and focused his attention on the middle-aged woman.

    This middle-aged woman seemed to be in her forties. On the middle-aged woman's face, Yang Xiao seemed to see a trace of Sister Cai'er from thirty-three years ago, but he didn't dare to make a conclusion yet. He stood with his head bowed.  , a little dazed!

    While Yang Xiao was in a daze, the middle-aged woman and the young man with a long bun slowly walked to the unknown tombstone. Perhaps it was because Yang Xiao was dressed in white robes. Although they were only a few peach trees apart, the middle-aged woman and the young boy with a long bun were still in front of the unknown tombstone.  Yang Xiao was not found.

    The middle-aged woman stretched out her hand and slowly took out a short broom from the bamboo basket, as if she wanted to clean it. She was a bit old and her eyesight was not very good. Instead, the boy with a bun next to her let out a soft sigh: "  Grandma, grandma¡¯s grave has been cleaned!¡±

    "Oh!" The short broom in the middle-aged woman's hand froze, and a look of confusion appeared on her face.

    "Grandma, why are there no words on grandma's monument?" The boy with a bun in his bun asked curiously when he saw the stone monument in front of him.

    "Haha, hasn't Grandma Cheng'er told you many times? Your grandma is a beauty in the palace. It's not convenient to carve words on the tablet, otherwise there will be trouble!" The middle-aged woman smiled softly and patted the tablet.  He patted the young man with a bun on his forehead and explained. Listening to his words, it was obvious that he had explained it many times, but the young man was forgetful. He asked the question purely out of curiosity and would soon forget it.

    The woman took out the incense foil and bouquet from the bamboo basket, put the dry bouquet back into the bamboo basket, took her grandson and slowly bowed a few times in front of the unknown grave, then stood up and stood quietly, as if in deep thought.

    After the young man paid his respects, he walked around a few times, then lost interest and returned to the middle-aged woman.

    "Grandma, didn't I hear you say that my grandma has a son, who is my uncle? You often said that my uncle is very smart, incomparable to other people, and will definitely succeed. But why have you never seen him in all these years?  Are you meeting my uncle?" The young man with a bun said again.

    The middle-aged woman's expression turned gloomy for a while, then she touched her grandson's head again and said in a low tone: "Cheng'er, your uncle may be gone long ago, but grandma has never wanted to believe it!"

    The words between the middle-aged woman and the boy with a bun were passed word by word to Yang Xiao's ears. Yang Xiao's tears kept flowing. Until now, he still couldn't tell that the middle-aged woman in front of him was his sister Cai'er.

    Yang Xiao quickly walked through the surrounding peach trees and came to the middle-aged woman. He stared blankly at the pale middle-aged woman in front of him. Yang Xiao, whose eyes were blurred with tears, was in a trance.

    Once upon a time, the middle-aged woman in front of me was still a graceful girl; once upon a time, the graceful girl bid farewell to herself with tears under the peach blossoms in the snow; but now, the peach blossoms in the peach blossom forest are still the same, and the former graceful girl has become a droopy old woman.  !

    Years have passed and the peach blossoms remain the same, but things have changed and people have changed!
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