Guests Coming Again - C7

Ye Bufan continued, “Cheng’er, in fact, I don’t have much time left. “Back then, in order to protect you when you left the city, there was a great battle with the Sword God of Mount Kunlun, which left you with hidden injuries. All those years, you continuously used your inner force to suppress that sword Qi.

Before parting, he had never thought that he would lose another day.

Cardinal was shocked. “Master, you …”

It turned out that in the past few days, his master had not become faster and faster because of his own misconception. Instead, it was because his master had truly aged.

“Cheng’er, originally, I did not want to tell you, but now I have already told you the whole story. Master calculated that he should still have a month left to live. ”

“Master.” Cardinal had already begun to cry, his voice tinged with a bit of sobs. The one closest to you tells you that he may soon die, and that grief is not something that can be expressed by shouting, nor can it be relieved by crying.

“Cheng’er, you don’t have to be sad. Of all the people in the world, who has neither life nor death, and who doesn’t have an end? However, as a man born into the world, he was born with a three-foot-long sword. Dead, dead at the right place, dead in the dark. “Some died less than Hongmao, and some died more than Mount Tai.”

He was not a weak person. He said that when he was fourteen years old, he would no longer shed tears. It was also true.

Ye Bufan continued, “Cheng’er, in fact, my life is more than enough. If I were to say that I wish for something, then I will not be able to cry out for the death of my sect.” Her tone was desolate and desolate. She had already imagined leaving countless times, but when it really came time to leave, the reluctance in her heart was actually so strong.

When Ye Bufan saw Cardinal Zhu Cheng’s tears, they started to flow even more violently.

Ye Bufan said angrily: “Don’t cry! You’re crying, what a waste of time!”

Silence.

He relaxed his tone, “Cheng’er, look at that bright moon above us, do you know what the deceased were like? “Being alive is not about how many years you have lived, but about what you have done. I think I have experienced enough, but the only regret is that I haven’t been able to find a mistress to call you in this lifetime.” As he said this, he reached out his hand to rub Cardinal Zhu’s head. It’s okay, it’s okay. I still have a month to live. We’ll stay a bit longer this month. “Come on, let’s go back for dinner.”

After thinking on the bed for an entire night, Cardinal finally understood what he had to carry.

Eight great sects, I’ll definitely go back and visit them.

In the imperial court, the mounted general was dead.

I have already made up my mind. Even if the thorns in the road ahead are difficult, I will use all of my strength to fulfill my father’s last wish.

He got up early and went up the mountain to catch a few pigeons. Then, he stewed a pot of delicious pigeon meat.

“Teacher, time to get up and eat.”

The only thing he could do now was to watch his master grow old and weak.

The master became thinner and thinner, as if he had contracted a serious illness. His aura became weaker and weaker.

It was just that he wanted to do something for his Master. Perhaps this was the only thing he would do for Master in his entire life.

If it were in the past, it would always be his Master tinkering with these things for him.

He was a dignified saint slayer of his generation, yet he had truly become a housewife, a teacher, and at the same time, a true farmer. Sometimes, he would even go fishing in the sea.

Even Cardinal Li couldn’t help but sigh. For his sake, what could he not do?

“He’s here, he’s here. Cheng, the food you made, should taste pretty good.”

Killing Sacred Ye Bufan, his eyes brimming with a smile.

Perhaps he was about to die, but he could see clearly now.

“If Master likes it, that’s good.”

He ate a few mouthfuls.

“Hmm, I’ll cook for myself in the future.” Cheng’er, I appreciate your kindness. ” Ye Bufan frowned and said.

“Is it bad?”

“You’ll know when you taste it.”

“…”

In order to prepare a table of food, he had trained diligently for three days. However, training was much more difficult than learning to cook.

Tranquil times are always fleeting.

It was indeed hard to forget the difficult days.

In the blink of an eye, it was already late April.

April is a breezy April, April is the only cold, sunny May before the arrival of the only.

On the bed lay a dried up corpse.

Although he was not dead yet, he was on the verge of death.

Seven days ago, the sword wound had flared up, and now that his internal organs had been injured, he could not even take a single bite. If he were to forcefully eat, he would vomit.

They were all hanging on to their lives by a single breath.

Being unable to eat anything, he could no longer be called haggard, nor could he be described as skinny and emaciated.

All that was left of him was the skeleton, which was still covered with a layer of skin.

Maybe it was because the killing industry was too heavy, and this was the punishment from the heavens. But why was it that some people could only live a better life if they did something evil? Fair?

Actually, he was no longer in human form. He really wanted to die happily. However, he was no longer able to do so. Even if he could, he wanted to see his son one more time.

Yes, a son, not an apprentice.

In his heart, he had long since treated him as his son, not to mention his elder brother’s orphan. He was thinking of himself. Those words were not only said out loud. He also felt that he himself had said them in the first place.

Actually, the ‘Cardinal’ should have been called ‘Yi Cardinal’.

However, he truly could not deny that he had been selfish at that time, and very much wanted to name him Ye Luocheng.

In the end, it wasn’t high or low. It wasn’t big brother Yi’s fault, nor was it mine.

Thus, she called him Cardinal. Not having a single character was akin to deliberately concealing the truth, but it was also an act of selfishness.

Before he died, he really wanted to hear him call him father. He might not have any hope in this life, and he wouldn’t be so shameless as to ask him to call him father. But I really want to hear it once.

Cardinal had been inseparable from the day his master’s sword struck.

Take care of the master’s food and drink.

From time to time, he would channel his zhenqi into his master’s body, so as to lighten the burden on him.

In fact, he had secretly cried several times already.

Seeing her master throw up after eating, she felt her heart ache.

Looking at his Master’s gradually thinning body, he felt his heart also become thinner, and then it was squeezed into his chest. It was very uncomfortable, very uncomfortable.

In fact, he cried once in front of his master, but when he cried, his master also cried with him.

On the fourth day after his sword wound, he could no longer speak.

But the Cardinal had always found signs of what he was up to, had always understood him, had made indistinct noises of yaksh.

He said that he had let him down, that he had not accompanied him often when there was a chance, that he had not properly listened to his teachings, and that sometimes he was even mischievous and mischievous.

Hearing these words, he tried his best to squeeze out a few words, “Cheng did not let anyone down, nor did he let me down.”

In this period of time, Cardinal Zhu Cheng had been thinking about what exactly did a person live for.

Why did it exist?

He silently cried in the room, lowering his voice. He was afraid that he would hear it, afraid that he would feel sad when he saw it.

He was dead.

Wow ,” he finally dared to cry aloud, and he let his tears drip like rain.

He made his heart ache like a knife.

He had felt like he was his son from the start. If he wasn’t so serious, he would have already started calling him Ye.

“Master … master … master … master …”

“Ah, ah, ah …”

He screamed his heart out, cried out his name, and wished that the sound could reach the heavens.

The tree wants peace but the wind does not stop, the child wants to raise but does not stay.

There is no greater sorrow in life than this.