Chapter 1033 Tomb of the Old Friend Yao Yue Engraved by the Old Friend Chen Xun

Endless black night.

Yao Yue squatted quietly on the ground, with a calm demeanor and leisurely body, shining against the bright moon in the sky.

Chen Xun stared at this sad and beautiful back, motionless, as if he had lost all emotions, calmer than the deep and long night, and safe as ever...

This time he no longer needed to comfort anyone, no longer needed to talk about the profound and wonderful.

After a long time, Chen Xun's eyes finally twitched a little, and his throat kept rolling slightly.

He was obviously a street kid who could even talk a few words to a dog on the street, why did he always not speak at this time... Obviously he had experienced so many separations and deaths.

Chen Xun lowered his eyes and raised his head, and the squatting figure gradually disappeared from his sight.

As long as the old friends had fewer regrets before leaving, at least his existence could make them leave more peacefully. As for the rest, it didn't matter, it never mattered.

Chen Xun got up with difficulty, and suddenly felt that his legs and feet were inexplicably unsteady, but he was fine after standing up for a while.

He looked down at the vast tea field under the moonlight, his eyes were always in a daze, as if a small piece was missing in his heart, a little empty, but not feeling any pain or sorrow.

Unconsciously, the night wind blew slowly.

It was a little cold.

Just a little cold.

Chen Xun's movements tonight were a little stiff and sluggish, and he slowly raised his head to look at the waning moon in the sky... He waited and watched, and his figure seemed insignificant under the vast sky.

Unconsciously.

He walked to the tea table, poured himself another cup of tea, drank it all, and still didn't know the taste.

From beginning to end, he didn't say a word, and his heart was even more empty, and he was completely different from when he was next to the big black bull.

The next day.

Chen Xun's face was deep and calm, like an ancient well without waves. He took out some tools, carried a bamboo basket and personally collected pieces of camellia flowers blown away by the mountain wind in this tea mountain.

He didn't know how much he had collected, but there was no more scattered camellia flowers in this tea mountain, waiting for the flowers to bloom next year.

On a vast grassland.

Chen Xun sat on a wooden chair, holding a delicate woodworking knife in his hand, and every time he carved, he seemed very calm, quietly building a flower coffin there.

His eyes were fixed on the tip of the knife, his movements were skillful and orderly, and he was an old man from the mortal world, and he was not unfamiliar.

Chen Xun placed the scattered camellia flowers one by one, with a gentle and skillful technique, and the shape of the flower coffin gradually emerged, as if it was a tomb of a sea of ​​flowers, exuding a pure fragrance.

Not far away.

Yao Yue squatted beside him with her eyes closed, as if she had traveled through life and death and returned to the past, quietly watching everything Chen Xun did, there was no sadness on her face, only a deep tranquility.

Chen Xun glanced at Yao Yue inadvertently, and then took another look, and then continued to polish.

Three days later.

A tombstone was erected in the middle of the grass -

The Tomb of the Old Friend Yao Yue, Carved by the Old Friend Chen Xun.

Chen Xun carefully picked up Yao Yue, so gently that even the camellia on her head did not fall, and walked towards the flower coffin step by step, neither hurried nor slow.

He buried Yao Yue in it. The latter had no family, let alone a master, so this matter should be done by him.

The camellia blooming on the flower coffin exuded a faint fragrance, as if it was a farewell fragrance, and it was so pure and flawless, exactly the same as Yao Yue, very good.

Chen Xun scattered the camellia petals one by one, gradually covering her whole body, and about to cover that familiar face.

At this moment, his hand finally paused slightly.

Chen Xun looked down with a gentle gaze, watching Yao Yue sleeping peacefully. It was good to be free of pain. In this life, she had suffered.

"Yao Yue, have a good rest."

"If I meet a crazy girl from the Yue Huang tribe on the street tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or millions of years later, I will stop and talk to her."

"Let's say, I once met a proud girl from the Yue Huang tribe. She was like you... but you are still a little bit behind that ancestor, hehe."

Chen Xun smiled softly. He would not bother others anymore, just like disturbing Chu Zhen, it was meaningless.

Of course, these were just some beautiful little expectations.

Buzz...

The flower coffin was gradually closed, and Yao Yue's face gradually disappeared from Chen Xun's sight, and she fell into a deep sleep forever.

After the burial.

Chen Xun put a linen robe that he had given to Yao Yue on the tombstone, which swayed gently in the mountain breeze. Yao Yue still kept the robe, which was intact without any damage.

He sat in front of the tombstone and carved a wooden sculpture of Yao Yue, which was lifelike, and fell into endless silence again.

One month later.

Chen Xun was still sitting cross-legged in front of the tombstone. On the vast grassland, there was only the tombstone and the lonely back in the wind.

A figure gradually walked towards the edge of the grassland.

He had a green face and fangs, and looked quite ferocious and hideous. Anyone who saw him would probably be uneasy for several days when he went back to practice meditation.

And this person was Tian Li.

He came with a bunch of rare and exotic flowers, and his steps were heavy, so his specific expression could not be seen clearly.

"My Lord..."

Tian Li gradually approached, stood on the grassland, stood behind Chen Xun, and spoke respectfully.

The mountain wind never stopped howling, blowing the two people, one sitting and one standing, and also blowing the hemp clothes on the lonely tombstone.

"You're here." Chen Xun said softly, without looking back.

"Sir, I'm here to see Yaoyue." Tianli spoke in a muffled voice, and his words were extremely unpleasant. Once people heard it, they would feel quite irritated and want to beat him up.

"It seems that you all already know."

"Yes..." Tianli's eyes were dim, "Yaoyue left too early, Ji Yan and the others are on their way."

In the past few years, they stayed in the Jiutian Immortal Alliance, and they also found out some unspeakable things about Yaoyue in those years, but they were cut off when they found the Huanyue Immortal Sect.

It turned into the Ten Absolute Weird Domains, and creatures were forbidden to go there. Sir Du Shi took action...

Yaoyue's matter has since become an unsolved case. No one dared to investigate or mention it. The Yuehuang Clan dared not say a word, and they were extremely afraid.

Chen Xun nodded: "She has her own story, so there is no need to force it."

Hearing this, Tianli's eyes slightly opened, and he nodded heavily, no longer entangled in this matter, and he understood that Yaoyue wanted to leave on her own, not because of her talent.

But there was still regret and sadness in his eyes...

Tian Li could actually accept unexpected situations such as death in battle, at least it was a glorious end. Yao Yue ended so sadly in a small tea mountain in the mortal world, which even made him unbelievable in his heart.

The final destination of a cultivator should not be like this.

He had already regarded Yao Yue as his friend, but the latter was cold and could not get along with anyone, and never paid attention to anyone. Her personality was even more eccentric than his.

When he heard the news, he was absent-minded for a long time, feeling sorry and unwilling.

But things have come to this point, so he had no choice but to see her off.

Tian Li brought a few incense sticks, first bowed to Chen Xun, then passed Chen Xun and placed the bouquet of strange flowers in front of the tombstone, and solemnly burned incense towards the tombstone.