Chapter 244 Fallen leaves return to their roots
"The meeting between Ge Xia and Han Dong'er is not just Ge Xia's long-cherished wish. It would be a kind of comfort if Han Dong'er could meet Ge Xia before she died and have relatives to see her off."< br>
Kong Jin said with emotion.
Han Donger's talent is not inferior to that of her father Han Xi.
If she hadn’t wanted to die today, she might not have been able to survive in the future.
But when she thought of the exercises she practiced, Kong Jiang shook her head again and could only say three regrets in a row.
Huode Zong is located in Chixi Prefecture.
Since the family was wiped out more than 20 years ago, it has long been in ruins and overgrown with weeds.
The treasures inside that have not been completely searched have also been searched for by the monks who have come to explore for treasures in an endless stream over the years.
It took almost half a day.
It was almost sunset when Huangfu Wuqin brought Han Donger to the old site of Huodezong.
The setting sun shines on this desolate ruins, and almost no one is seen.
After Han Dong'er came to Huode Sect, he stepped into the mountain gate step by step, and disappeared into the darkness of the dilapidated building with his body as old as an old woman.
Huangfu Wuqin did not follow Han Donger into it, but waited outside the broken mountain gate, leaving the last time to Han Donger.
Although Huangfu Wuqin is usually domineering, she is also a delicate and considerate woman.
Knowing that at this time, Han Donger wanted to be alone.
Sitting in front of the setting sun, Huangfu Wuqin’s beautiful figure stopped on the steps in front of the broken Huodezong Mountain Gate. He looked at the direction of the setting sun and held his little face, silently counting the time in his heart.
When the day's time mentioned by Kong Xian was up, she went to collect Han Dong'er's body.
Two hours after Huangfu Wuqin arrived at the Huodezong site.
Kong Ji, who was sweating profusely, was also panting heavily and followed the night to the outside of the Huodezong ruins.
He didn't waste a moment and arrived two hours behind Huangfu Wuqin. One can imagine how fast the latter was.
I haven’t had time to wipe the sweat off my face.
Kong Ji entered the mountain from the side of Huodezong based on Gexia's memory.
He didn’t dare to go through the main entrance.
“If Junior Sister Huangfu sees it, there will be another burst of nagging.” Kong Zhi shook his head and entered the Huode Sect along the mountain gate that had been broken many years ago.
Without the protection of the formation, Huode Sect can enter the mountain from all directions.
Kong Jin has the blessing of virtual vision, which does not affect his vision at all in the night.
In addition, he has the memory of Ge Xia and Han Dong'er living in Huodezong, so he probably knows where Han Dong'er will go.
So it took less than half an hour to find Han Donger in this ruins.
She walked alone into the mountain behind the inner gate of Huode Sect, and stepped into the small courtyard where she had grown up and lived.
Along the way, she looked left and right, although she could no longer see clearly the mountains, rivers and remnants in the darkness.
But she has memories of every place here in her mind.
It was like going back to the time when she was a child before the Huode Sect was broken many years ago.
She walked and walked, and finally stopped in the center of the small courtyard. Han Donger followed her memory and dragged out a wooden horse from the corner.
She seemed to be tired, all her cultivation was gone, and her body had aged a hundred years instantly. Such a simple movement made her gasp heavily.
She simply stopped moving, her withered body sitting on the wooden horse, swaying lonely in the night.
The biting night wind was still blowing over his body from the small courtyard, quietly waiting for death to come.
Kong Ji, who was hiding in the darkness, was actually not far away from Han Donger, only ten feet away.
At such a close distance, with Han Donger's previous cultivation level, she would have noticed him long ago.
Now she didn't notice anything strange.
Kong Xia looked at Han Dong'er silently. The wooden horse she was sitting on was built by Ge Xia for him when she was young.
It is made of high-quality spirit wood, which was also Han Dong'er's favorite toy when she was young.
"Alas!" Time passed. Kong Jiang originally thought that he had been freed from the influence of Ge Xia's memory, but when he saw this scene, he still had mixed feelings in his heart.
But Kong Zhen knew very well what he was here for, and thought silently: "We can't delay any longer. If she keeps waiting, her last bit of vitality will be exhausted."
One day Returning to the soul is a secret technique he used.
At this distance, he could clearly sense the passage of life in Han Donger's body. The power of the forty ice needles he inserted into her body had drained her of the last traces of life.
Han Donger only had less than an hour left.
After thinking about this, Kong Jiang suppressed his emotions and used the soul-calming bell.
Ding! Then an inaudible silver bell sounded in the darkness.
Ge Xia's soul was pulled by the soul-suppressing bell and injected into Xian Yu Yanhe's body.
The palm-born powerful man opened his eyes in the corpse, and seemed to feel where this place was. He was as cruel as him, and there was a trace of pain in his pupils.
Of course, he immediately saw the figure of Han Donger sitting on the wooden horse.
Although the latter has changed beyond recognition.
Ge Xia recognized her identity at first sight, after all, she was the child he raised.
At this time, Kong Xian also let go of the control of the soul-suppressing bell, looked at the figure parked in the courtyard, and said softly to Ge Xia: "Go!"
Ge Xia was silent. He did not stand up immediately, but glanced at Kong Ji and the Soul-Calming Bell above his head.
Kong Ji immediately understood, gently took off the soul-suppressing bell and put it into Ge Xia's arms.
Ge Xia nodded and used the power of his soul to change Xian Yu Yanhe's clothes, which were full of rich Miao colors, into a red robe.
Then he wiped it on his face.
The gloomy face of the corpse has changed into what it looked like before Gexia's death, and the evil spirit between the eyebrows and eyes is vivid.
At this point, Ge Xia slowly walked out of the hiding place under the gaze of Kong Xian, and stepped towards Han Dong'er step by step.
He walked slowly, like an ordinary old man, walking out of his home to meet his granddaughter.
His footsteps were not concealed, and he was obviously deliberately letting Han Donger, who had lost all his cultivation, hear them.
The latter's body stiffened while sitting on the wooden horse, and then slowly turned around.
For the first time, Kong Zhi saw the overflow of emotion from Han Donger's withered face.
"Old guy, it turns out you are not dead."
Han Donger's voice sounded like an old man.
"Hey!" Ge Xia smiled kindly. This old man would only smile when facing Han Dong'er. He didn't explain anything.
He didn't ask any more questions because of Han Dong'er's current appearance. He seemed to have guessed what Han Dong'er had done the moment he was pulled out of the soul-suppressing bell by Kong Xian.
"I saw my father." Han Dong'er seemed to have forgotten her current state. She was like an ordinary girl facing her elders, describing what she had seen and heard during the time after she and her elders parted ways.
Ge Xia listened silently and nodded slightly.
At this point, Kong Xian was no longer spying on the final reunion scene of the two grandfathers and grandsons, and silently exited the small courtyard, leaving his last time to them.
In the small courtyard, Han Donger and Ge Xia both tacitly avoided the topic of why the former became like this.
It seems that Han Donger has forgotten that Han Donger will soon die.
Han Donger was like a woman from an ordinary family, nagging her grandfather non-stop, her eyes showing hidden happiness.
Ge Xia echoed from time to time, and smiled heartily when talking about Han Donger's childhood embarrassment.
Time passes unconsciously.
In the night wind, the light in Han Donger's eyes became dimmer and dimmer, and his voice became weaker and weaker.
The withered body was shaking even when sitting on the wooden horse.
Ge Xia gently lifted her up and put her head on his back, just like Han Dong'er rode on his back and played when he was a child.
Even at this level, Han Donger kept talking, and in the end it was almost impossible to hear what she was saying.
Phew! The mountain wind became stronger at night, blowing Han Dong'er's white hair to the ground.
Han Donger's last voice, as thin as a mosquito's nagging, also stopped.
She just leaned on Ge Xia's back and made no sound.
This murderous man who once ambushed many disciples of the sect, caused countless monks in Wudong to bleed, and was recorded on the reward lists of various sects, is the Soul-Suppressing Sword Han Donger.
In the childhood courtyard where she grew up, fallen leaves return to their roots.
Ge Xia just silently carried Han Donger's body, like a sculpture, squatting quietly in the small courtyard, the evil spirit in his eyebrows disappearing, just like an ordinary old man.
(End of this chapter)