C548 When One's Blood Was Dyed Red and His Face Was in a Mess He or She Would Die in the End.

"I live as a passer-by, with no emotions, when the wind blows?"

Baili Murong smiled bitterly. In the end, he couldn't escape from the constraints of human nature. In fact, he couldn't escape from the constraints of human nature. How could he be alone? All living beings in the six realms, all living things, who dared to speak of transcendence?

In the end, all living beings in the six realms were nothing more than constantly changing between human nature. Among them, humans wanted to be demons, humans fell into devils, humans became spirits, humans understood to be immortals, and humans were good to Buddha.

Even the Buddha Lord who was said to have reached the peak of the spiritual mountain was still in the Six Paths. How could Baili Murong think that he could jump out of the six realms? Even if there were some people who thought so, it would only be fifty laughs and a hundred laughs. Those who didn't know would be foolish.

Although he was calm enough, he still could not avoid the secular world and human nature. Perhaps it was a kind of transcendence to fall into oblivion, Baili Murong thought bitterly in his heart.

He gently stroked her back with his hand and silently shot out strands of pure Yuan energy. However, the effect was very minimal, even if it was determined from her expression. He could also feel that the life of the woman in his arms was rapidly slipping away. She was different from her brilliant older brother. Her cultivation was originally forcefully raised through a secret technique, not to mention the price of playing the Soul Burial Song. It was originally the life of the person who played the zither as a catalyst. The reason Zither Girl, who slaughtered the entire Long family 400 years ago, never appeared again was because of that. As the Pavilion Master of the Heaven's Secret Pavilion, she had already died on the night of the three ancestors of the Long family. He had too many secrets that other people did not know about, but even so, He still couldn't bring a dying man back to life. The only thing Baili Murong could do was. . . At least at the last moment of her life. . . What he felt was the warmth of favors, not the cold-blooded cruelty brought by this world full of injustice.

"Baili Murong, she must be very beautiful, right?"

Zither Girl suddenly smiled foolishly and asked a question that even Baili Murong was caught off guard.

After that, just as Baili Murong was stunned for a moment, the Qin girl put her head close to his chest and felt his heartbeat. She murmured, "Someone who can make you worry about until now must be even more touching than the fairy in the sky, right?"

Perhaps she had brought up a part of his sealed memories. Baili Murong couldn't help but laugh. "She is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. "

"Yes, only such a woman is worthy of Jun Lang. " Zither Girl said with a smile, but the sadness at the corner of her mouth made people's heart ache.

"Can you tell me your real name?" She felt that she was about to say goodbye to this world that she deeply hated but also faintly loved. Zither Girl asked with a smile.

Baili Murong was stunned once again. Then, he slowly said a name, "Ye Wudi. "

"Ye Wudi, Baili Murong, hehe. . . "

Zither Girl softly read these two names. Her hand rubbed Baili Murong's cold and stern face as she spoke with a smile that was bright like autumn flowers. "If there is a next life, I do not wish to be the person that Jun Lang loves. I only wish to be by Jun Lang's side and be a little maid. I am already satisfied. "

After saying that, without waiting for Baili Murong's reaction, he broke free from his embrace and placed the zither back on his leg. During this process, it was inevitable that it would affect his meridians and cause him to cough. Blood flowed through the gaps of her fingers and onto the zither strings. Baili Murong was shocked when he saw this. "What do you want to do?"

He saw Zither Girl stroke the zither strings and with a "Zheng," she smiled sweetly and said, "There is no way to repay the kindness of saving my life. In my next life, this servant will naturally follow by Jun Lang's side. In this life, this servant will send a song to Jun Lang for the last time. Without asking for the song, the people will gather and leave. Can Jun Lang be relied on?"

Baili Murong opened his mouth and hesitated. He spat out a word from his throat. "Okay!"

In an instant, the sound of the guqin was melodious and the wind was gentle.

Baili Murong picked up Zither Girl's corpse along with the Tong Mu Guqin. His long hair covered most of his face. No expression could be seen on his face. His body flashed. He carried Zither Girl to a desolate place where there were no people and cut open the broken world. In the void, countless sarcophagus floated up and down. It was unknown what the burial person's name was. Baili Murong summoned a crystal coffin and immediately took out a flower and placed it in the coffin. He slowly put Zither Girl down and finally raised his head. His eyes were as red as blood, like a flower on the other side of the river.

No one knew where Baili Murong came from. They only knew that he had suddenly appeared in Bianjing fifteen years ago and established a huge force that could rival the Imperial Sword Sect and the Broken Fiend Sect, the Heavenly Mysteries Pavilion. However, other than his identity as the Pavilion Master of the Heavenly Mysteries Pavilion, everything else was a mystery.

With a thought, a huge shining fragment appeared in his hand. It was left behind by the falling stars of the past. It was extremely hard and was captured by him using his great divine ability to shatter the world. Baili Murong refined it into a tablet and carved the words' Chaotic Ancient Autumn White Tomb '. Immediately, he changed the fragment and left the tablet on the other side.

Perhaps it was because the cultivation of the past was weak and cold, and it was because of this that he was left alone in this world. He didn't understand the obscure matters of the mortal world. He only remembered Little Heitang, who had lost his mind. He threw himself into the aristocratic family and wandered around. Every time he woke up, he would cry. Originally, he didn't want to be with the wind and moon. It was such an intoxicating scene. An Gloom sighed in sorrow as he locked down Shaohua. How could he teach her how to speak melancholy? She didn't even hear the flowers falling outside the window. His hatred in the Lonely Pavilion was only a tiny fraction. He hated the fact that there was little autumn in the world, and that it was like a white night that turned into frost. There was nothing he could do to solve the worries in his room. The only thing left to worry about was to send it to the heavens. Filled with worry, she flew into the clouds without a master. Who was he singing for in this chaotic world? In the war at the border, the six armies let out a long cry. It was said that success was in vain. It was hard to think about it when one was in a room. Once he left the pavilion, he smiled lightly, and his clothes fluttered in the wind. It was the first time he had met him in front of the building. From then on, they longed for the prince. The man had left the world without caring about the end of the world, and if they heard it again, it would be the end of a city. He sang the song of prosperity along with the wind. However, no one rewarded him when the string fell. Another tune was played, and Fang Juexin was a gentleman. It was better to cut off the strings of the song than to let it go. The smile on Junlang's face grew longer. Knowing that the person who broke the string was about to die, he only hoped that the emperor and the flower would be buried together. Everything would be settled. Unconsciously, they whispered in each other's ears. They were willing to use a lifetime's worth of injuries to sing the last string of the song for you. When they were stained with blood and their faces were in chaos, When the song ended, even if it ended, he would still die.

This long poem was a depiction of Zither Girl's entire life. This bitter life woman did not do anything wrong, but she was never gently treated by this world. Her entire life had been filled with suffering and exile. The only fortunate thing in her life was that she met Baili Murong in that small pond, but this man was just like what he had said. He was just a passerby, destined not to belong to her.

Baili Murong stared blankly at the crystal coffin that was moving further and further away in the void. His usually calm and composed face revealed a trace of a lost soul. Soon after, his eyes passed through the boundless void and saw another crystal coffin floating quietly. His wife was buried in it, Baili Murong.