stonecrandall Chapter 711
Chapter 711
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 full of 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 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, linings, 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:
"My 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 leaning 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:
"My husband, the peach blossoms are so beautiful."
Bai Yu looked at Yu Niang, whose skin was as white as jade, whose face was like peach blossoms, whose eyes were full of spring water, and who was even more gentle than the ten-mile spring breeze.
"After a while, we will have peaches to eat."
Yu Niang raised her hand and looked at Bai Yu's profile, and then looked at the peach blossoms above her head in a daze:
"If only the peach blossoms would never fall."
"Then the peach blossoms could replace Yu Niang and accompany my husband forever."
A breeze blew, and peach blossoms fell like rain.
Yu Niang leaned on Bai Yu's shoulder and died.
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 off the funeral.
He looked wooden and at a loss.
He returned to the house, not eating, drinking, or moving, just staring at the boxes of clothes in a daze.
Lao Mo sobbed softly, ran outside to look at Yu Niang's grave, and then came back to look at Bai Yu.
In the dim house, 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 Yu Niang's former gentleness.
Bai Yu's tears fell like rain.
He knew that he had lost the gentleness he once had.
When practicing martial arts, no one wiped his sweat for him.
When he returned 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 down in the peach blossoms and cried bitterly.
Lao Mo sobbed, and the wind sobbed.
In a trance, his inner demons were raging, and all he could see was 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, tattered clothes, and a strong smell of alcohol.
A big black dog lay at his feet, not saying a word.
There was a high platform in the hall, and with a wooden hammer, a storyteller came on stage to tell a story:
"Today we will tell a story about 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 stories 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 great 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 the Old Poison 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 great demon kings led hundreds of millions of demons to besiege BaiTrue Lord, I only heard 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 were excited and proud.
In the corner, the drunkard staggered to his feet, muttering:
“Bullshit, what hero, what True Lord, it’s all bullshit. "
He walked out of the tavern with a wine gourd in his hand, staggering as he reached the door. He stumbled and fell, his face bruised and swollen.
The black dog was used to this, so he carried the drunkard on his back and carried the wine gourd out of the city.
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 poured wine into his mouth.
Outside the temple, the silver moon was like a veil.
A breeze blew, and there was a faint sound of opera:
"How can I bear it? The cold moon and the warm sun burn people's life, and the bitter wine can't dispel the eternal sorrow..."
Under the moonlight, a pretty woman slowly floated into the temple.
She had a beautiful face, a slender waist, and cool clothes on her body:
"Sir, it's a good time and beautiful scenery, why are you drinking alone here? Why don't I accompany you to have fun. "
The black dog fell asleep on the ground, snoring loudly.
The young drunkard grinned:
"Do you have wine? I want wine."
The pretty woman's eyes flashed coldly:
"Of course, I have good wine here, I will accompany you to drink a few cups to warm your body."
She smiled and walked towards the drunkard with graceful steps.
Just then, a loud shout came from outside the temple:
"How dare the monster do this!"
A sword light burst out from outside and pierced the pretty woman.
There was a yellow fox the size of a calf on the ground.
Outside the temple, a swordsman with a full beard came in, caught the yellow fox, cut open its belly, and roasted it in the temple.
"Sizzle~"
The roasted meat was still stained with blood and sizzling with oil.
The bearded guest threw a leg to the drunkard:
"Monster meat, it is very tonic to eat. ”
The drunkard took the fox leg and started to chew it.
“Another one.”
The bearded swordsman praised:
“You are so brave. There are not many men who dare to eat monster meat with me.”
He cut another leg and threw it to the drunkard.
The drunkard took two bites and turned to stuff it to the sleeping black dog.
“You treat me to meat, and I treat you to wine.”
He threw out a wine gourd.
The bearded swordsman laughed and drank a mouthful of wine. Then he choked and coughed loudly, and almost coughed out his lungs with his hands.
“Damn, this wine is so strong, it’s a good wine.”
The drunkard looked at the swordsman’s embarrassed look and laughed so hard that tears came out.