Chapter 167 Tomb of Long Bing
Sure enough, Wu Zhangkong took him into Tiandou Cemetery. The greenery he had seen from outside the wall was all inside the cemetery. Big trees are arranged neatly, and between the trees are tombstones.
Wuchang's white clothes were fluttering. When he walked in here, he seemed like a ghost.
This was Tang Wulin's first time in a place like this. He looked around from time to time. There were very few people in the cemetery, and he could only occasionally see people paying homage.
Wuchangkong seemed to have entered another state. He led him to a tombstone in the innermost part of the cemetery before stopping.
The tombstone is tall and has only a few simple words on it, Tomb of Long Bing.
Long Bing? Who is this? It looks like a woman's name.
"Wait for me for a while." Wu Zhangkong turned to Tang Wulin and said, his voice was no longer cold, only gentle.
"Yes." Tang Wulin stood aside.
Wu Changkong had a piece of white cloth in his hand, then walked to the tombstone and began to wipe it carefully. His movements were very gentle, as if he were touching something extremely precious.
The tombstone was not dirty to begin with, just a layer of loose soil. After he cleaned it, it quickly became as white as jade. Only then did Tang Wulin notice that the tombstone itself was whiter than the other tombstones. After wiping away the loose soil, there was a faint fluorescence.
Wuchangkong's eyes were always gentle, and even the previous melancholy and sadness had disappeared. At the corner of his mouth, there was even a faint smile that Tang Wulin had never seen before.
He didn't speak, just wiped it quietly, and his whole person seemed to have entered a strange state.
Tang Wulin wanted to go up to help, but for some reason, he just didn't dare to step forward, for fear of disturbing Wuchangkong's state. He felt a little depressed in his heart, and even felt like he couldn't breathe. .
Wuchangkong spent a full hour wiping a tombstone before it was completed. After wiping it, he returned to the tombstone and looked at it with a gentle smile on his face. That smile, like the spring breeze blowing on your face, makes everything around you seem to feel warm.
"You like white, so I wear white."
"You said you like to see me smile, then my smile will bloom only for you."
"Bing'er, in another World, are you okay?”
Wu Zhangkong said softly, his hand gently touching the words "Long Bing" on the tombstone. There were no tears, only a smile.
It was already evening when we left the cemetery.
Wuchangkong's coldness returned. Tang Wulin did not dare to ask, but just followed Teacher Wu. That Long Bing should be Teacher Wu's relative, right? Or is it the kind of lover Xie Xie said?
Wu Zhangkong didn't explain anything to him, but just took him back to Tiandou City.
The lights in Tiandou City are bright, and the bustling crowds of people are walking through the streets. On the streets and alleys, various shops have already opened. Various items are bought, sold and traded.
Wuchangkong seemed to have returned to normal, but in Tang Wulin's heart, the image of Teacher Wu had changed slightly.
Teacher Wu is not a completely cold person! He said that his smile was only for that person.
“What do you want to eat tonight?” Wu Zhangkong turned to Tang Wulin and asked.
"Me? Anything is fine!" Tang Wulin answered.
Wuchangkong said: "Then let's go eat noodles. Very delicious noodles."
It was rare to see him describe a kind of food, and Tang Wulin couldn't help but be curious.
It was indeed delicious noodles. When Tang Wulin ate the tenth bowl, he praised it for the tenth time. The noodles are very chewy and the soup is very delicious. It is accompanied by meatballs and vegetables. It looks simple, but it is delicious.
Wu Changkong only ate one bowl, and he ate the noodles one by one. What surprised Tang Wulin was that he saw tenderness in his eyes again. Although he didn't smile, with Wu Changkong's handsomeness, his gentle eyes seemed to melt all the women who came in and out of this small noodle shop.
Some people even come over from time to time and want to strike up a conversation.
Wuchangkong's answer was very simple. He just looked at Tang Wulin opposite and said calmly: "This is my son." Son, son...
Actually, Tang Wulin and Wu Zhangkong don't look alike. Tang Wulin's eyes are very big and bright. No matter how you look at them, they look like a super handsome young lady. Wu Changkong, on the other hand, has relatively narrow eyes, handsome appearance and cool temperament.
However, just like a group of beauties who look similar at first glance, no one really questions the relationship between their "father and son" at just a quick glance.
son? Tang Wulin didn't object, but his eyes changed when he looked at Wu Zhangkong. He could feel that the dance teacher today was completely different from the cold one he usually had.
After practicing with Wu Zhangkong for half a year, he discovered more and more that Teacher Wu was not as cold deep in his heart as he showed. On the contrary, underneath his cold appearance, there seemed to be a very strong emotions.
When I went to the cemetery with him today, Tang Wulin felt a little scared at first, but then after seeing Wu Zhangkong's actions, he only felt sympathy in his heart.
He must have lost the most important person to him.
There was a strange scene in the noodle shop. A young man had empty bowls piled up in front of him. Opposite him, a young man had only a bowl of noodles in front of him. He was eating one by one. , as if tasting the most delicious food in the world.
This is a strange combination that easily attracts attention.
"Let's go." After eating a bowl of noodles, Wu Zhangkong took Tang Wulin back to the hotel.
"Meditation, I will get up early tomorrow morning." Wu Zhangkong washed himself briefly, then sat on his bed and began to meditate.
Tang Wulin walked quietly to the window and looked out through the window. It was getting late, but Tiandou City was still brightly lit. This city gave Tang Wulin a good feeling. , unlike a city like Donghai City that is full of high-rise buildings, this place is full of historical deposits and has a strong sense of humanity.
Tang Wulin was still young, so of course he didn't understand that this was a feeling caused by the humanistic environment, and it was also a feeling brought to him by the accumulation of history.
The sky outside had just turned from dark to deep blue when Tang Wulin was awakened from meditation by Wu Zhangkong.
The obvious effect of Xuan Tian Gong was indeed much stronger than before. Tang Wulin clearly felt that his soul power had been greatly improved. After the previous deep meditation, his whole person seemed to have become somewhat different. It was a feeling of harmony, as if strength and soul power were integrated into one, and the abrupt feeling brought by bloodline disappeared.
Tang Wulin vaguely felt that although his strength had not increased significantly, his physical endurance should be stronger.
“Come!” Wu Zhangkong opened the window and waved to Tang Wulin.
Tang Wulin hurriedly walked to him, Wu Zhangkong grabbed his arm, Tang Wulin felt a breeze blowing against his face, and the next moment, they were on the roof of the hotel.
Wu Zhangkong stood behind Tang Wulin, holding his head with both hands. The tail fingers of both hands were on his chin, his thumbs were pressing on his temples, and the other three pairs of fingers were also pressing on the acupuncture points on his face.
"Feel the movement of soul power driven by me. Later I will take you to start practicing the Purple Demon Eyes. Breathe in and out according to the method of Xuantian Gong, and look to the east. Every morning, before the sun rises, the east in the distance There will be a touch of fish belly white, and when it appears, it will be accompanied by a hint of purple energy. Our Tang Sect's secret skill, the Purple Demon Eye, absorbs this purple energy to improve one's own eyesight. At the same time, this method of operation and absorption, It's a method of cultivating spiritual power. Do you understand?"
"I understand." There is nothing wrong with Tang Wulin's understanding.
The soft and somewhat cool soul power slowly poured from Wu Changkong's fingers into Tang Wulin's facial acupuncture points. Tang Wulin suddenly felt that his entire face had a refreshing feeling, as if he was using A clear spring has washed it, making it indescribably comfortable. Especially his eyes, under the influence of these cool air currents, he clearly felt that his eyesight was enhanced, and everything in the distance became clear.
He silently remembered the direction of Wu Zhangkong's soul power moving on his cheek.
"Gather your own soul power and follow my guidance. The breathing of Xuantian Gong will not change." Wu Changkong reminded.
Tang Wulin hurriedly followed the instructions.
Under the guidance of Wu Zhangkong, the introduction became very familiar. Soon, Tang Wulin himself could control the soul power to operate according to the method of the Purple Demon Eye.
At this moment, on the horizon in the distance, a flash of fish belly white quietly emerged. At the same time, the purple meaning that Tang Wulin had never noticed before disappeared in a flash.
Suddenly, he felt that the purple meaning seemed to magnify in his eyes, and then, a warm feeling filled his eyes. Tears flowed out subconsciously, but they did not fall. Instead, they circled around the eye circles and were driven by the soul power, soaking the eyes. It felt indescribably comfortable, and the little bit of warmth was also sucked into the eyes. Blend into the tiny acupuncture points around the eyes.
(End of this chapter)