The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

When Long Xianxian heard the young master say "home", the tears that had been stopped flowed out again.

"I don't have a home." Long Xianxian shook her head gently, her voice choked with deep sadness.

yes! Where is Long Xianxian's home?

Home is where there is family, but Long Xianxian's family is long gone.

She is like a rootless duckweed floating in this world.

There is no where and no where.

At this time, Long Xianxian suddenly spit out a mouthful of black blood, and he collapsed limply.

Xiao Chen held Long Xianxian in his arms, and stared blankly at the girl.

The voice of the god of death appeared in Xiao Chen's heart, "She is leaving, her lifespan should have expired a year ago, and she persisted until now, I have to say that she is very powerful."

As a god of death, she is most sensitive to things like life, and she may be more aware of Long Xianxian's situation than Xiao Chen.

"Let her enter the tide of death. Although there is no way to make up for her lifespan, it is possible to preserve her body."

Xiao Chen shook his head, Xiao Chen decided to just let Long Xianxian go!

This girl has been too hard and tired all her life, it's time for her to sleep.

Long Xianxian raised her hand, trying to wipe off the black blood at the corner of her mouth, but her hand dropped half way up.

She had no strength left, the moment she saw Xiao Chen, Long Xianxian knew she was going to leave.

Although her last wish has been fulfilled, the strength that supported her to go on has also disappeared.

Xiao Chen gently wiped away the blood from the corner of Long Xianxian's mouth.

"Am I ugly now?" Long Xianxian's face suddenly turned rosy, with the characteristic shyness of a girl.

Xiao Chen knew that this was just a flashback.

"Very beautiful." Xiao Chen gently smoothed Long Xianxian's hair, "I have never seen a girl as beautiful as you in my life."

Long Xianxian laughed. This was the first time in so many years that she smiled so happily.

"Although I know you are lying to me, I am still very happy, thank you." Long Xianxian's tears flowed down again.

Reluctance, relief, at this moment her heart is full of mixed feelings.

Xiao Chen shook his head and said, "I like to lie to people very much, but I never lie to women."

Xiao Chen gently hugged Long Xianxian. This girl is very thin, so thin that it makes people feel distressed.

"Where are you going?" Long Xianxian buried her head deeply in Xiao Chen's chest, tears wet Xiao Chen's clothes.

Looking at the huge holy mountain in the distance, Xiao Chen hugged Long Xianxian tightly, and said two words in a sonorous and forceful voice.

"go home."

"Go home?" Long Xianxian's breath became weaker and weaker, and she seemed to have fallen into a state of sleep talking at this moment.

Holding Long Xianxian in his arms, Xiao Chen walked towards the holy mountain.

"Master." A group of old people crazily bumped their heads against the ground.

A group of old people were crying like children at the moment.

"Our Long Family is sorry for you!"

"He...they...what are they talking about?" Long Xianxian's voice sounded like a dream.

Looking at the group of crying elderly people, Xiao Chen said softly: "They said, safe journey."

"Thanks."

Hearing these two words, the emotions of a group of old people finally broke out. They burst into tears, crying heartbreakingly.

"Just now... that poem, can you read it again?" Long Xianxian raised her head with her last strength and looked at Xiao Chen expectantly.

"good."

Xiao Chen cleared his throat, and began to read in a low voice with a gentle voice he had never had before.

Xiao Chen's voice was very small, so small that only Long Xianxian could hear it.

Because Xiao Chen read it for Long Xianxian alone.

"That night, I listened to Sanskrit singing all night, not for enlightenment, but just to find a trace of your breath.

In that month, I turned all the prayer wheels, not for extension, just to touch your fingerprints.

That year, I kowtowed and embraced the dust, not to go to the Buddha, but just to be close to your warmth.

In that life, I rummaged through hundreds of thousands of mountains, not to cultivate the next life, but just to meet you on the way.

At that moment, I ascended to immortality, not for longevity, but for keeping you safe and happy..."

Long Xianxian left, and lay quietly in Xiao Chen's arms, as peaceful as if he was asleep.

In her life, perhaps she has never been so happy and at ease like this moment.

"In this life, turn mountains, rivers, and pagodas! Not for the next life, but for meeting you in this life."

...

"Go home." Standing at the foot of the huge holy mountain, Xiao Chen said softly, even though Long Xianxian could no longer hear him.

Xiao Chen's mother came out of the room, and seeing Long Xianxian in Xiao Chen's arms, the spatula in her hand fell to the ground with a bang.

"Xianxian, what's wrong with you, Xianxian, Xianxian..."

Xiao Chen's mother softly called Long Xianxian's name, tears kept falling.

Long Xianxian lived with Xiao Chen's mother for several years, to this poor girl.

Xiao Chen's mother had long regarded her as her daughter.

But the world is impermanent, the last time we saw each other again, it will be forever.

Xiao Chen shook his head lightly and smiled.

Few people had seen Xiao Chen's sad smile.

Xiao Chen buried Long Xianxian at the foot of the holy mountain.

There is no tombstone, no flowers, no condolences, nothing but a small dirt bag.

Perhaps after many years, this little earth bag will disappear, and no one will remember it at that time.

In this world, there used to be a girl named Long Xianxian.

Xiao Chen sat cross-legged in front of the small dirt bag, looked at the sky with long white clouds, and said softly.

"Good journey."

...

At dawn the next day, Xiao Chen left from the soil bag.

Life and death, Xiao Chen has experienced too much.

No matter what, life goes on, you can be sad, but you can't stop.

Xiao Chen collected his mood and rushed to the academy.

Today is the day when the big martial arts competition officially starts, and it is also the day Xiao Chen promised to hand over the murderer.

A little golden bug flew in front of Xiao Chen, it was Xiao Jin who was going to monitor those people from the Great World of Night Tales.

"My lord, there is a problem."

Xiao Jin landed on Xiao Chen's shoulder with a anxious tone.

"No hurry, speak slowly." Xiao Chen looked at Xiao Jin and said softly.

At the same time, Xiao Chen was also a little curious, no matter what Xiao Jin was, he was still a creature living on a silly dog.

Being with a false emperor all day long, his vision and courage should be very good.

Why are you so scared now?

Seeing Xiao Chen's calm and calm appearance, Xiao Jin jumped around anxiously.

"A big world called Night Story will come here soon and completely occupy it."

"What?" Xiao Chen frowned.

Xiao Jin nodded his head and said, "I heard their voices and understood the whole thing."

Xiao Chen nodded, "Talk while walking."