Chapter 60 60. He erected a monument in Taihang
The horse demon sat cross-legged on the top of the mountain, placing his two hooves in a circle on his lower abdomen, closing his eyes and breathing long and long.
Feel the mountain clouds and mist blowing past you, and the occasional mountain breeze will lift the mane on its neck.
It opened one eyelid and looked at the old man who was also meditating next to it, and finally couldn't help but speak.
"I said, how long are you going to sit here? We ran from Kunlun to Taihang. It took... I can't remember the time it took. I can't remember! How long did you say it took? It took such a long time What’s the point of traveling to such a distant mountain range just to find a nice mountain to sit on? There are no nice mountains anywhere, and there is nothing better than this in Kunlun.”
The horse demon doesn't understand.
If he had traveled to various countries to pursue something, now he had found what he was looking for in Kunlun. Then we should find a peaceful and peaceful place to stop. After walking for most of our lives, what’s the point of still being on the road when we’re about to die?
Then the man said he should go to Taihang, which was the last place to go.
It was actually very happy to hear it, thinking that maybe Taihang was concerned about him? The horse's hooves clattered very fast, for fear that the man would not be able to hold on and die on the way.
When he arrived at this ancient mountain range, he neither entered the city nor the village, and just went deep into the mountains. He looked more like a monster than this monster.
The scenery on the top of the mountain is beautiful, but is it okay to just take a picture of the scenery?
"Have you ever heard of fallen leaves returning to their roots?" Li Xi'an asked.
He is now extremely old, his hair is pale, and his eyes are full of old age. He knows that he is about to leave.
To him, it didn't matter. A dream in Yaochi was just a dream after all. He is not a mortal, he is the red dragon of Taihang Mountain in later generations. But it's completely different for this horse demon.
Li Xi'an wasn't stupid, so how could he not see his importance in this horse demon's heart.
Maybe he shouldn't have invited any living beings to go with him in the first place. Huang Liang was just a dream. He was a passer-by in this world and shouldn't involve other living beings.
"Falled leaves return to their roots? Are your roots here?"
"I am originally from Taihang."
"Taihang creatures..." The horse demon thought, "You and Taihang went to Xiaoyongzhou to work as a servant for others?"
Li Xi'an didn't know how to explain it, so he listened to Ma Yao's words.
"If you want to be a servant, you have to find one in the big cities near Taihang. The Taihang Mountains stretch for thousands of miles and almost separate the Great Yongzhou and the Great Jizhou. It is better to live in these two big states than in the small Yongzhou."
"Still thinking about dawdling?" Li Xi'an asked.
The horse demon was stunned for a moment.
"Subconsciously..."
"Nothing."
"Every living being should have its own way of living, and it is enough to live comfortably. I think you were not comfortable living your life back then, so I extended the invitation. Now I am leaving, and you have eaten the lotus, practice It’s easy to become the Demon King of the Zhiyang God Realm, but whether you can make another breakthrough depends on your future fortune. I don’t need to say more about the rest. We have been together for so many years, and we have already said all that needs to be said.”
The horse demon was stunned.
In its impression, this person rarely uttered such long sentences. In daily interactions with Li Xi'an, he spoke concisely and concisely. If he could say two words, he would say two words, and if he could say four words, he would say four. Not a word more was said, and not a word was left behind.
He is really too old.
"I shouldn't have thought that I was old." Li Xi'an said suddenly.
"I know, I know, people's hearts are not old when they are old. I see the old scholar at the foot of the mountain nagging every day."
"That's not what I meant." Li Xi'an shook his head and did not ask when an old scholar came down from the foot of the mountain.
He thought, looking across the mountains and mountains, his pupils clear and bright.
He is a red dragon, and before he became a dragon, he was a big snake that lived for more than two hundred and fifty years, and more than two hundred years have yet to reach the end of his lifespan. A creature that has lived for more than two hundred years has experienced a period of birth, old age, illness and death. However, after only eighty years, he suddenly felt that he was old.
Is it because the "body" in which we are located is different and the "mind" is different?
It's not that simple.
He seemed to have done this subconsciously before falling into Yaochi Yimeng.
For the big snake and red dragon, he is the king of Taihang; for that ordinary boy who was just one of the many living beings, laughing and scolding; being half-dragon and half-human is his normal state, possessing great power but containing moderate emotions. He naturally responded to different methods of entering the world according to the different "bodies" he was in.
But this is all him and has never changed.
Unexpectedly, the problems he ignored in this world were revealed in his dream.
A dream in Yaochi should not be regarded as an evil spirit from the beginning. Maybe the evil one is himself.
"It's time to go."
Li Xi'an suddenly looked away. "Let's go now..." The horse demon was not questioning, but feeling disappointed.
"I'll never see you again."
"Not necessarily." Li Xi'an stood up, picked up his sword and wrote an inscription on his tombstone.
"I don't know that you can still comfort the horse, but I'm not stupid. How can I see you again after death? Don't worry about me being sad. It will be fine after being sad for a while. The demon's lifespan is much longer than yours." The horse demon gestured with its hooves. But the hooves are not moving as vigorously as before.
"If you can live for thousands of years."
"What did you say?" The horse demon was startled.
"If you can live for thousands of years, we can meet again."
The horse demon was silent. Tens of millions of years, this distance is probably further than the sky of Kunlun to the water of Guixu. The ancestors may not be able to survive such a long time, and the creatures above the ancestors may be able to.
"Okay." Li Xi'an finished carving his own inscription and inserted the faint sword in front of the horse demon.
"For me?" The horse demon pointed at himself with his hoof.
"Use it for self-defense. Although I know that you don't have any thoughts, I still sincerely hope that you can live through this period of time. If not, you won't be killed before you become the Demon King."
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The horse demon still wanted to speak, but stopped. It heard Li Xi'an singing softly.
He worshiped in front of the stone tablet, not like he was worshiping the stone tablet, but more like saying goodbye to this ancient mountain range. The voice was low and rich, and the most primitive and ancient words came out of Li Xi'an's mouth. The syllables were ups and downs. He seemed to be singing or reciting sutras.
It didn't know what Li Xi'an was thinking or reading, but it knew that he was pious and sacred at this moment and could not be disturbed.
The writing is not meant for outsiders, it is only meant for Taixing to listen to.
…………
The burly, dark man sat on the ground and looked at the stone tablet.
He personally buried Li Xi'an with handfuls of loess.
The inscriptions on the stone tablet were as sharp as a sword and as powerful as a dragon, just like the boy's posture when he faced him.
There were only two words on the surface of the smooth stone tablet, but it was not the name he was familiar with.
"Southern candle."
"Nan Zhu..." A voice suddenly sounded, it was an old man with a stooped body.
"Good name."
The burly man frowned and almost put his hand on the hilt of the Dumb Sword.
"Don't be nervous, you are an old friend, am I not?" The old man smiled.
"Are you the old scholar at the foot of the mountain?"
"Yes, but not just. For example, eighty years ago, I was a poor man who took in a boy with a broken leg with good intentions. Now, again, I am just a condolence person who comes to say goodbye to his deceased friend."
As he spoke, he took a money bag from his waist and placed it in front of the stone monument.
"Speaking of which, he should have noticed it."
"Perceive what?"
"Knowing that I am not a mortal, otherwise he wouldn't just throw me a bag of gold. He didn't even test it, he was so sure. Indeed, I had my own purpose in approaching that boy, and he had a very strange aura about him. Can you feel it? Pass, otherwise I wouldn’t have kicked this boy’s legs off…”
"Like a demon?" The man said solemnly.
"He looks like a demon to you, but he looks like a similar person to me. That's why I took him in when his leg was broken. About two years later, I thought my life would go on like this. After all, I waited until the boy died. It's not a particularly long time for me. But that night "he" woke up. No wonder his breath was strange, because the former boy was just an empty shell and the real owner had not yet awakened."
"What exactly does that mean?"
"Nothing interesting."
"He left." The old man finally said.
In his sight, a bloody petal emerged from the body of the dead person, and with that consciousness, it left this world.
"And he never lied to you."
"If you can survive thousands of years, we will meet again."
(End of chapter)