My old enemy always likes to pull my furry ears

Chapter 114

Is there any way in the world to prove that a person really existed.

When alive, there will be breath, and when dead, there will be corpses.

In spring, summer, autumn and winter, there are traces of flowers, cicadas, frost and snow, and the wind blows, leaving traces.

Nothing can really erase the marks that were there, so even scars have cracks after they heal.

So why, how could there be no trace of him?Xue Huan opened a door nervously to see if there was anything hidden behind it.

When I was young, playing hide and seek, hiding behind the door was the most common trick. Although it was easy to be caught, I would still jump into this pit nine times out of ten. At that time, I felt that as long as there was something blocking it, hiding must be the safest of.

"Are you playing hide-and-seek with me?" Xue Huan said to himself, in a strange place, behind the door of an unknown house, the sudden sound seemed extremely abrupt.

Xue Huan silenced the voice, carrying the two swords of Wen Jing and Jing Han on his back, and began to look for people at a loss.

He has traveled through many big cities and also visited unknown small towns.Walking on the street, there is a lot of voices, and passers-by are in a hurry, thinking that all the living beings are continuous and endless; however, sometimes he feels that the street is empty.

There are tall buildings in the world, and the tall buildings are empty to the moon.

Searching for nothing, lonely boat still water worries.

A month later, Xue Huan traveled from Zhaoning to Chaoqiu.Winter is coming, and the weather is getting colder. There are only a few people on the bustling streets in the past. They wrap up their clothes tightly and rush home with farm tools.

In a familiar place, he remembered that Jun'an's home was here, at the end of the mountain.A kid passing by with flowers bumped into him and apologized repeatedly.

The child's eyes are watery, very similar to Xiaohui's.

Oh yes, Xiaohui's tomb is also here.

In the blink of an eye, he was already standing in front of Nan Xiaohui's tomb. Xiaohui had a wooden sword strung together with copper coins. exactly.

Xiaohui has a pure personality, and has little knowledge in fighting and killing. In his hands, swords and knives are just a pile of scrap copper and iron, and they are useless except for their weight.

But because of this, it is very clean, like a clean little back.

So the tombstone after his death should be so clean.

"I'm here to see you, Xiao Hui." At this moment, snow fell suddenly, and Xue Huan's eyelashes fell a piece of snow, and he blinked, feeling a little cold.

"However, I forgot to bring flowers." Xue Huan smiled slightly.

This is the tomb recognized by Chaoqiu, and people are buried here after death.Xiaohui's tomb didn't do anything special to give him a separate circle to come out on top.Alone in life, don't be a prisoner in prison after death, alone.

Xue Huan stared at the wooden sword without any engraved inscriptions, feeling desolate.

"I promised your master to take good care of you. I didn't do what I said, and I am ashamed of your master." Thinking about it, Nan Xiaohui trusted Xue Huan very much, and also obeyed his former master's will very much, treating Xue Huan as his new wife. Master, he called out without thinking Master, which represented unconditional obedience.

However, it was unconditional, and the result in exchange made Xue Huan feel guilty.

He has said a lot this time, but it seems that he has not fulfilled his promise.

So if the people around you leave one after another, it is punishment, right?

Can I do it all over again?

The snow suddenly fell heavily, the earth was covered with snow in an instant, the sky was pressed down very low, and the wind picked up.

The head of the grave has no color, and Aoxue's winter plums don't choose to grow here. It is so empty, it is even more depressed.

"Xiaohui, I regret it a little." Xue Huan's voice was heavy.

In this short month, he traveled to many places, and everywhere he went, there were blooming flowers, but he was the only one who looked lonely and out of tune with this world.

He began to think, is the righteousness and righteousness that he regards as the standard really unbreakable?

The righteous way is the main thing in the world, everyone believes in justice, and casts aside evil spirits, because evil spirits like to kill innocent people indiscriminately, and their nature is bad, while the righteous way is to protect the common people, always turn the tide and save the way.

This is the way of heaven, it is a deep-rooted truth, and it is something that anyone who reads it will think is right.

Xue Huan also can't deny that these are all right, it is right, evil is evil, and good and evil are incompatible.

But why do we take this way of heaven as our lifelong faith?

Everyone is born with complicated and tedious things waiting to be done. When you are a child, time is extremely precious, because when you grow up, you have to carry a hoe to the ground until you return home.Sometimes it is necessary to come out to set up a stall in the twilight of the morning, and it is necessary to prepare the goods for the next day in the middle of the night.

When you reach a certain age, you have to consider starting a family.

Welcoming relatives, getting married, getting married, having children.

In a blink of an eye, the old man's sideburns are gray.

Birth, old age, sickness, death, reincarnation, these causes and effects will be borne by oneself in the end.If you don't even understand yourself, why do you have to think about it and spend your whole life maintaining the so-called way of heaven.

Is it possible for ordinary people to figure out such a big thing and such an empty principle in a lifetime?

The law of heaven is with the sun and the moon and shines on everyone, so how can it take care of you among the thousands of sentient beings?

Look, you are dead, is there anything different in this world?

Only now did Xue Huan understand that when a person is alive, he needs to feed and clothe himself warmly.

The way of heaven and the righteous way are outside, and you should walk your own way first.

The price of "regret" is too heavy.

It is much scarier than death.

The snow is heavy and the wind is even stronger.

Xue Huan heard a bell in the dark, it was the voice of Tiangong bell.He suddenly remembered what Nan Xiaohui's master once said, if you don't believe me, you should go back to hell.

Ghost machine 49 returns to...

What is this, is it a place?

Before he could finish his thoughts, Tiangong Ling's voice changed position, and the voice echoed in his ears, sometimes far away and now near.

Xue Huan was guided forward by the Tiangong bell, and when he reached a place, the bell disappeared.Xue Huan looked up and saw nothing.

Chaoqiu Wuyanguan is a place for wicked people. It is full of hostility. If you walk across the bridge of wicked people, you will see a huge stone called the Martyrdom Stone. Under the Martyrdom Stone, there are fierce souls.

Could it be that Ghost Machine 49 belongs to Wuyan?

Xue Huan wandered around Wuyan Pass for a while, but did not find any clues.During the year, except for the "Out of Evil" activity, Wuyanguan is mostly a no-man's land, a place where birds don't shit, and there are no living things.Xue Huan was reluctant to leave, but on the seventh day, he saw the gate wide open.

The martyrdom stone opened a vortex at the moment when the sun and the moon alternated.

At this time, the strong wind was blowing, and the yellow sand was flying all over the sky.

A miserable cry came from the depths of the vortex, accompanied by a lot of sharp laughter, sucking Xue Huan into it.

Xue Huan's first reaction was to resist. After seeing many ghost hands being pulled at the pass, he suddenly gave up resisting, and fell into the abyss of the whirlpool while his face was covered with yellow sand.

He made a mistake, or was very lucky to enter the legendary Ghost Machine 49 Return.

Xue Huan woke up in the depths.

Ghost Machine 49 is a huge well, and Xue Huan is lying in the middle of the jungle at this time.

Surrounded by lush trees, the leaves are shining with a faint blue light, extending to the end of the invisible darkness.

There are steps in this deep well, the first step is set up in the forest, slowly upwards, hanging long and long, hidden in the black mist.

Xue Huan walked along the steps for a long time, obviously he was going up, but he returned to the original point.

Four weeks without any change.

These towering trees make no difference.

Xue Huan turned his head to look at the bottomless rear, and he couldn't see the way back, so he went up the steps again.

Another round, and he gets nothing.

Another round, he still found nothing.

Another round, another round...

Xue Huan stayed in this ghostly place for an unknown amount of time, until his eyes were dry and his lips were cracked.He rubbed his eyes with his hands, and accidentally brought a little dust into his eyes, and the foreign matter invaded, forcing him to keep rubbing, and tears came out by him.

When he opened his eyes again, the deep well was filled with tears of different shapes and sizes.

floating in the air.

Xue Huan got up suddenly.

He walked up to a tear, and saw the people inside, who seemed to be yelling, spitting droplets, their faces were full of savagery, and within a moment, they beat and kicked the asshole in front of him.The beating and scolding continued for a while, and then the scene changed again, but it was still the same person.

Xue Huan looked at another one, the same scene, the same people and things.

He looked at several of them, and suddenly became enlightened.

The tears here seem to carry the most intense and unforgettable moments in everyone's life.

He turned around and looked at the forest of billions of tears, and a ridiculous thought came to his mind, he thought maybe he could find Yan Zhou's tear here.

After all, with so many tears and so many people, one of them must be him.

Hope ignites a flame and lives on.

Suddenly there was light in his eyes.

……

however.

Xue Huan searched for 49 years.

Hope burned to ashes, and Xue Huan got nothing.

Among the billions of tears, none belonged to Yan Zhou.

Xue Huan lay down, stood, leaned on, shuttled through the forest.

The dullness in his chest finally choked on his heart, and his eyes were full of disappointment.

Year after year, the world has long changed.

When Xue Huan just started looking for tears, three months later, Li Shangnian finally died. It was Wei Qing who killed him. Wei Qing didn't have much skill. A month later, when the time came, Wei Qing stabbed him in the heart with a sword in the back, thus ending a ridiculous era in a bland way.

The enemy was dead, and the vengeance was avenged. Jun An stayed in Chaoqiu, cleaned up his estate, decided to revive the Chaoqiu sect, and began to recruit more disciples.

There is no one here for three questions, Wei Qing who killed Li Shangnian wandered outside for a while before returning, and did not tell Cang Tu that the wooden door of that thatched hut was closed all day long.

The Yin Yang sect disappeared without a trace.

……

After a long time, it seems that everything has returned to the right track, and the world of Taoism is peaceful.

There may be a little wind and waves occasionally, but it doesn't matter, and the unknown people can't be shocked.

Of course, Xier committed suicide.