Sansheng Sanshi Nai Huisheng

Chapter 4 Soul Scattered Like a River of Water

Qing Cang snorted coldly and smiled evilly with eyes narrowed.

"Since it's related to Mo Yuan, it's also the enemy of the ghost clan." He twitched the corner of his mouth contemptuously, and let out a sneer, arrogant and unrestrained.

Zheyan straightened her body, with a protective posture.

"Zheyan, they killed Ghost Emperor Chongguang, and the Celestial Clan is your enemy to you. Now you still want to protect them?"

"I am the one who killed Chongguang, and I am your enemy. Qingcang, retreat to the west of Ruoshui River, and never step into the realm of the Celestial Clan again."

Qing Cang seemed to have heard a big joke, and laughed with his head up. "... Zheyan Shangshen, I respect you as Shangshen, that's because you are the guest of my ghost clan. But I am not someone you can order at will. I am the king of the ghost clan, holding ten million Creatures. No one can order me, the hatred between the ghost clan and the sky clan cannot be stopped."

Zheyan wasn't angry because of Qing Cang's arrogance, but took out the weapon Fuxiqin as a matter of course.Fuxiqin is a powerful weapon capable of killing and cutting. At the beginning, God Father asked him to seal the weapon because he was afraid that he would not be able to bear the grief in his heart and turn into a demon, endangering the common people.

7 years ago, he took out the Fuxiqin, and the strings broke, which was actually a warning to him not to play.But during that battle, Mo Yuan died and almost couldn't come back, and now it's another catastrophe, he doesn't want Ye Hua to suffer the same disaster.

Qing Cang lowered his eye sockets in disbelief. "Is this your choice?"

Zheyan swept away the heavy expression before, and smiled again. "Qing Cang, you and I haven't seen each other for 30 years, let me see today how much your cultivation has improved in 30 years."

Zheyan took the lead in sacrificing the sound of the piano, forcing Qing Cang to raise his sword to resist.A long cry flew up, the sound of the zither was like a thousand troops crossbow, carrying a killing aura like a smashing bamboo.There was a strong wind on the Ruoshui River, and the sky was full of dust, blocking everyone's eyes.The ground under his feet seemed to be under great pressure, trembling unceasingly, and even the gravel on the ground jumped up one after another.

The sound of Fuxiqin was sonorous and powerful, like a steel knife ringing in their ears. In this environment, no one had the heart to watch the battle, and the confusion that could not be seen clearly made them feel great fear.

Suddenly the sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and a muffled groan from the body of the piano hit Ye Hua's heart.As far as the eye can see, Zheyan's red dress reveals a bit of Xiao Sha's desolation, fluttering and blown by the wind, his long hair tied up with silk loosely falls down, and the pink ribbon curls in the wind , Floating over the hill.

There was a relieved smile on Zheyan's face. He had never been so relaxed in the past 30 years.Qing Cang stared at Zheyan's pierced chest in panic, and loosened the hilt of his sword in disbelief.

Zheyan's body was like a dilapidated puppet, falling from the sky.

Donghua, dressed in purple, broke through the air and caught the falling Zheyan.The wind stopped, but it brought a biting chill.He looked at Zheyan's bleeding blood, and blood mist formed in his eyes.

"...You...Why did you do this?" Qing Cang looked at his hands that were used to killing the Celestial Clan, and trembled involuntarily.

"Because I'm tired." Every breath of Zheyan's breath involves pain in his chest, but this pain is insignificant compared to the pain of losing his beloved.He lay weakly in Donghua's arms, with a light cough, fresh blood poured out of his throat, staining his fair face red.

Qingcang staggered back a few steps, his rock-like heart was shaken.He could have avoided it, with his cultivation base...but he bumped into it abruptly.

"You... on purpose, you let me do it myself..." Qing Cang never thought that one day he would personally kill Zheyan, Zheyan was his only friend in his life.

Zheyan looked at the sky, squinted his eyes and smiled happily, just thinking of a child who has benefited.The corners of his mouth opened slightly, murmuring softly. "...I miss him, I really want...I really want to..."

For 30 years, he lived alone in boundless loneliness.It is said that in the Yuqin family, when you meet your true love, you will live your whole life, and life and death will accompany you, but he is a full 30 years too late.

Qing Cang burst into a stern laugh. "Okay, okay, you all go." He turned around, forcing himself to hold back his out-of-control emotions. "I promise you, from now on, the ghost clan will never step into the realm of the celestial clan." He crossed the long Ruoshui River lightly, and after a slight pause in his body, he ordered the soldiers to return to the Daziming Palace. Reply.

Zheyan laughed cheerfully. He had done a great thing for the Celestial Clan when he was about to die, but it was because death was forcing Qingcang to make a choice, so it was not a glorious thing after all.Forget it, who cares if he is dead or not.

Donghua tightened his arms holding Zheyan, almost as hard as trying to integrate him into his body.Donghua knew that Zheyan was punishing him, but he couldn't bear this cruel punishment.

"Zhe Yan."

"...It's really rare to see you looking like you're about to cry, and it's worth our acquaintance." Zheyan teased Donghua, who had never changed for thousands of years, without knowing the pain.

Donghua's heart was covered with a layer of ice, and he said with a prayer. "Zheyan, don't die."

"Donghua, I can't see through you more and more." The Emperor Donghua known by Zheyan sees through life and death, is ruthless, and he doesn't look like him this time.

Seeing through life and death is because the life he is attached to has not yet appeared, so he looks at the life and death of others indifferently, joys and sorrows.But when there is someone more important than his own life, everything will be different, and he is also afraid of death.

"Are you still blaming me?" This is the answer Donghua wants to know most in the past 30 years.

"... 30 years, I figured it out." He looked at Donghua's pale face, and finally said it. "...Donghua, you married Xiaojiu, right?"

Donghua had never felt such a painful feeling before. He pulled the corner of his mouth to show himself a bleak smile, and those eyes finally got out of control.

Crystal tears slipped from Donghua's eyes, dripping on Zheyan's bloody face.

Zheyan looked at him. "... Donghua, you are crying."

If there is anything in this life that he has never seen before, it is the cry of Emperor Donghua who popped out from the crack of the rock, and saw Donghua cry when he was dying.

The bright and shining eyes were finally closed, and there was no sound.Donghua softened his body in despair, and buried his head in Zheyan's shoulder sadly. He has shed all the tears in his life today.

Bai Zhen watched the Sansheng Stone helplessly in the ten-mile peach forest, and somehow it melted into smoke and drifted away.He chased the Sansheng Stone to the Ruoshui River. The huge Ruoshui River was immersed in sadness, but there were so many heavenly soldiers and generals, but it seemed that there was no one there.

He watched Emperor Donghua staggeringly stand up with a person in his arms, and walked towards him step by step. Only when he was close in front of his eyes did he see that the person was actually Zheyan.

Zheyan.