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Chapter 235: Bamboo Grove

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    For Xuanwu's words, Gongyizhu snapped up his almost half-suffering breath and brought it back again.

    At this moment, Gongyizhu was already unable to open his eyes, and could only listen to the footsteps of Xuanwu from far to near, and finally squatted down beside him, and asked thoughtfully: "What is it that makes you worry so much?"  ?¡±

    If he stretched his neck to take a look at the back mountain of the bamboo hut, or if he had a sharper perception of the source of Dao, then many things would probably not be hidden.

    But just when the dying man Gongyizhu raised his heart, he heard Xuanwu whisper softly: "What secrets are hidden in your favorite bamboo forest?"

    Something in the bamboo forest

    Gongyizhu moved slightly, half of it was the relief of concealing the success, and the other half was the trembling of old things being re-discovered.

    Xuanwu didn't let go of Gongyizhu's action, he said to himself: "So there really is?"

    He put his palms on the ground, and casually poked his consciousness inch by inch from the ground.  Xuanwu didn't think that Gongyizhu would be so stupid as to hide Kunyuan under the bamboo forest, but it seemed that there was indeed something in this bamboo forest.

    Soon, his consciousness touched a square wooden box.

    Xuanwu hooked his fingers, and the wooden box broke out of the ground by itself and flew in front of him.

    This is just an ordinary mahogany box, buried in the soil for many years, the color is almost faded, and the polished corners of the varnish have long been decayed.

    The bottom of the box is even entangled with a handful of plant roots, and there are some faint sticky marks left by earthworms and bamboo insects crawling on it.

    It doesn't even have the most basic and common protective formation engraved on it, nor is it inlaid with a single spirit stone, it seems to be the embodiment of an ancient memory that has been dusty for many years.

    This box is dilapidated and inconspicuous, but as long as people focus their eyes on it, they will find that it seems to be a capitalized mystery.

    Xuanwu couldn't help being curious.  He opened the box directly, and the box was tightly closed, so the interior was still dry for many years, and it hadn't been corroded by the moisture in the bamboo forest.  But compared to a Mahayana monk like him, this level of strictness is nothing more than a child's play.

    The red-painted wooden box was finally reopened after a hundred years, and the contents inside were also seen again after a hundred years.

    Xuanwu took a closer look, and saw a small carved wooden ornament quietly lying on the faded brocade support of the box, and the ornament was carved in a different shape.

    "Oh!" Xuanwu squinted his eyes and thought for a while, before he remembered why he saw this small wood carving so familiar.  There was even a bit of surprise in his tone when he recalled the past, "Isn't this the mocking wind? He was young and promising, with a knife-like look. Alas, if he didn't insist on opening his eyes for that little snake, I would have been very nervous."  Like him."

    Gongyizhu's body, which was originally dead and still, suddenly bounced.

    Originally, he was about to forget this box, and there were three or five important things on his mind before he died, none of which were more important than this wooden carving.

    However, now that person and that matter are mentioned in such a careless tone by the murderer, Gong Yizhu still can't help the anger burning in his heart.

    He hissed, "You"

    Gongyizhu couldn't complete this sentence, and his voice was quickly interrupted by his own violent coughing.  The accumulated blood in his lungs poured back, staining the coughing sound so weak.

    If the mahogany box seems to be the materialization of a dusty memory, then the blood-stained Gongyi bamboo is the dying concrete.

    Most of his face was crushed in the soil of the bamboo forest, and the shiny black hair that was once like waterfall silk poured down, stained with dust, blood and sweat, blocking the small half of Gongyizhu's face exposed outside.

    The palm that Xuanwu had touched on his vest before had almost destroyed the internal meridians of his whole body, and the first to bear the brunt was the dantian that had now been pulled out with a big hole.

    Then he summoned his last strength, and the blow to the back mountain was the fire that ignited in the ashes of the ruins. Although the power was impressive, it also cut off the remaining meridians in his body that were still barely connected.  .

    If Xuanwu was willing to press his hand on Gongyizhu's wrist veins at this time, he would find that there are more than 200 meridians all over Gongyizhu's body at this time, each of which is broken into fragments less than the size of a fingernail.  It is also tattered like a catkin.

    But Xuanwu saw that Gongyizhu's death was settled, so he had no intention of investigating the situation in his body, but raised his hand to lift Gongyizhu's hair scattered on his cheeks beside his ears.

    For Gongyizhu, he brushed those messy hairs behind his ears, and his voice was forward.shelter.

    Xuanwu looked in the direction of mid-air thoughtfully, but in the end he didn't make a move to disperse the soul that Gongyizhu threw into Netherworld.

    Facing Gongyizhu's body that was getting colder in the wind, Xuanwu let out a long sigh, untied Gongyizhu's collar himself, and hung the small mocking wind wooden sculpture around his neck for him.

    Even after he had seen Gongyizhu's demeanor and last words, he couldn't bear to let Gongyizhu die on the threshold in embarrassment.

    Xuanwu transported Gongyizhu's body to the bamboo forest and laid it flat, then took out a handkerchief and wiped off the sweat, mud and blood all over his chin for Gongyizhu, then turned the handkerchief over  , covering the fist-sized blood hole on his dantian.

    He stood up, turned his hands behind his back, and muttered to himself in the lonely and bleak bamboo forest wind.  He said with a lot of emotion: "The old friendship is gone, and whose piano can I listen to in the future?"

    His dark green figure seemed to distort time and space for an instant, and the shadow suddenly drifted away in place like a puff of smoke.

    Among the bamboo groves, only Gongyi bamboo lay there quietly.  All his life, he was elegant and gentle, elegant and cunning, only when he died, his brows were frowned, and it was obvious that he was not at all peaceful when he passed away.

    And everything he cares about: the half-disciple Luo Jiujiang who shoulders the future, the three thousand students in the academy, the two pillows who are far away in the spirit snake world, and the justice that he has demonstrated before are all missed by him.  From then on, all the living creatures that fell on him have nothing to do with him.

    Bamboo leaves fluttered with the wind, and some clusters of bamboo in the distance also bloomed.

    Pale bamboo flowers and green bamboo leaves swirled and floated down in the wind, covering the blood-stained green shirt with a thin layer.

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