Chapter 711: Farewell to Yu Niang

After staying in the small mountain village for ten years, the two men and the dog began to wander again.

Sometimes they went to the mountains to hunt monsters and collect true blood.

Sometimes they went overseas to hide treasures and temper weapons.

In this way, they didn't know how many years it would take, maybe hundreds of years, maybe thousands of years.

The whole Taixuan Continent was covered with their footprints.

Later, they were tired and found a mountain forest to settle down.

The two men and the dog built a house and cave, and opened up a medicinal garden.

Bai Yu and Lao Mo farmed and hunted.

Yu Niang was fascinated by playing with flowers and plants and planting medicinal gardens.

Every day, Bai Yu practiced martial arts in the mountains, and Yu Niang would always prepare herbal tea and wipe his sweat with a towel.

Yu Niang liked flowers, so Bai Yu planted a peach tree every year.

Pick flowers in spring and pick fruits in summer.

Later, Yu Niang became fascinated with needlework and began to use her creativity to cut clothes.

Bai Yu and Lao Mo became models, and trying on clothes every night became their compulsory homework.

Working from sunrise to sunset, unaware of the passing of time.

Before I knew it, the outside of the house had become a peach forest, and in spring it became a sea of ​​flowers.

The flowers were in full bloom for ten miles, and the peach blossoms were everywhere.

Bai Yu and Lao Mo were still young, but Yu Niang's temples began to turn gray.

One year, Yu Niang began to become hurried.

She knitted several large boxes of clothes for Bai Yu, including all-season clothes, lining shoes and socks.

Even Lao Mo had two large boxes of small clothes and shoes.

When spring came the next year, Yu Niang called Bai Yu:

"Husband, the peach blossoms are in bloom, accompany Yu Niang to see the peach blossoms."

Bai Yu took Yu Niang's hand, went to the hill behind the house, and sat down against a peach tree.

Looking around, the spring breeze was ten miles away, and the peach blossoms were in full bloom.

Yu Niang leaned on Bai Yu's shoulder:

"Husband, the peach blossoms are so beautiful."

Bai Yu looked at Yu Niang, her skin was like jade, her face was like peach blossoms, and her eyes were full of spring water, which was more gentle than the ten-mile spring breeze.

"After a while, we will have peaches to eat."

Yu Niang raised her hand to look at Bai Yu's profile, and then stared at the peach blossoms above her head in a daze:

"If only the peach blossoms would never fall."

"Then the peach blossoms can replace Yu Niang and accompany her husband forever."

A breeze blew, and peach blossoms fell, like rain.

Yu Niang leaned on Bai Yu's shoulder and stopped breathing.

The peach blossoms fell on her temples, speckled.

The flowers fell, and the people died.

Later, Yu Niang was buried in that sea of ​​flowers.

Bai Yu dug the soil with a hoe, dug the grave, played the flute, and sent the funeral.

He looked wooden and at a loss.

He returned to the house, not eating, drinking, or moving, but just staring at the boxes of clothes in a daze.

Lao Mo sobbed softly, ran outside the house, looked at Yu Niang's grave, and then came back to look at Bai Yu.

In the dim room, Bai Yu sat like a statue.

Maybe it was a year, maybe ten years, or even longer.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally got up and went out.

Outside the house, the rain had just stopped.

Peach blossoms fell on the ground, and birds sang crisply on the branches.

The early spring sunshine shone on his face, warm and gentle, just like the gentleness of Yu Niang.

Bai Yu's tears fell like rain.

He knew that he had lost the gentleness he once had forever.

When practicing martial arts, no one wiped his sweat for him.

When returning home at night, no one left a light for him.

In the long night, there were no more endless words.

That was the feeling of home.

"Lao Mo, we have no home anymore."

He fell into a field of peach blossoms and cried bitterly.

Lao Mo sobbed, and the wind sobbed.

In a trance, his inner demons were raging, and his eyes were filled with the shadow of Yu Niang smiling faintly under the peach blossoms.

He could get rid of his inner demons, but he was powerless to do it.

Later, he stumbled away from the peach blossoms.

He began to be addicted to alcohol and got drunk every day.

In a tavern, a drunkard was lying on the table, with disheveled hair, ragged clothes, and full of alcohol.

A big black dog lay at his feet, silent.

There was a high platform in the tavern. With a wooden gavel, a storyteller came on stage to tell a story:

"Today we will tell the story of Bai Zhenjun beheading the demon!"

The audience burst into cheers. Zhenjun beheading the demon was a song they never tired of listening to.

You know, they grew up listening to the story of Zhenjun, and there is a statue of Zhenjun beheading the demon in the city.

The storyteller spoke eloquently on the stage:

"Five thousand years ago, there were five demon kings who led a group of demons to invade, causing the world to collapse and the mountains and rivers to turn upside down."

"At that time, the world was full of smoke, and several major immortal sects were defeated and retreated to Laodu Mountain. They were already in a desperate situation, and the Xuanhuang Realm was about to be destroyed!"

"At that time, a golden-armored god descended from the sky. The god was majestic and powerful. He stretched out his hands to support the sky and bent down to reach the ground. It was the True Lord Bai."

"The five demon kings led hundreds of millions of demons to besiege the True Lord Bai. Only to hear the True Lord roar..."

The people on the stage were in high spirits, talking about the deeds of the True Lord, and the people below the stage were excited and proud of it.

In the corner, the drunkard staggered to his feet, muttering:

"Bullshit, what hero, what true lord, all bullshit."

He walked out of the tavern with his wine gourd in his hand, and staggered when he reached the door, falling down with a bruised face.

The black dog was used to this, so he carried the drunkard on his back and left the city with the wine gourd in his mouth.

The dog and the man went to a dilapidated temple and lit a fire.

The drunkard slept soundly until midnight, and then he randomly touched the wine gourd and gulped down the wine.

Outside the temple gate, the silver moon was like a veil.

A gust of breeze blew, and there was a faint babbling sound:

"How can I tolerate him? The cold moon and the warm sun are killing people's life, and bitter wine cannot eliminate eternal sorrow..."

Under the moonlight, a pretty woman slowly floated into the temple.

She has a beautiful face, a slender waist, and cool clothes:

"My lord, why are you here drinking in such beautiful scenery on such a beautiful day? Why don't you have some fun with me?"

The black dog was sleeping on the ground, snoring loudly.

The young drunkard grinned:

"Is there any wine? I want wine."

A cold look flashed in the pretty woman's eyes:

"Of course, the slave family has good wine. Let's have a few drinks with the officials to warm up."

She approached the drunkard with a smile on her face and a graceful step.

At this moment, a loud shout came from outside the temple:

"How dare you, evildoer, make trouble!"

A sword light burst out from outside and penetrated the pretty woman.

On the ground, there was a yellow-skinned fox the size of a calf.

Outside the temple, a bearded swordsman came in, caught the yellow-skinned fox, disembowelled it, and roasted it in the temple.

"Zizi~"

The barbecue was still stained with blood and oily.

The bearded man threw a leg to the drunkard:

"The demon meat is a great supplement."

The drunkard took the fox leg and started to chew it.

"One more."

The bearded swordsman praised:

"How brave. Not many men dare to eat monster meat with a certain family."

He cut off another leg and threw it to the drunkard.

The drunkard took two bites, then turned around and gave it to the sleeping black dog.

"You treat me to meat, and I'll treat you to wine."

He threw a wine gourd.

The bearded swordsman laughed profusely and drank a sip of wine. Then he choked and coughed loudly. He almost coughed out his lungs with his hands.

"Damn, this wine is so strong, damn, the wine is so good."

Seeing the swordsman's embarrassment, the drunkard burst out laughing until tears came out of his eyes.