Chapter 6 Youth Pain Literature
On the morning of the third day after Mo Fan's death, an extraordinary person came to the Sky Burial Mountain.
The bell didn't ring this time, Chen Shen was attracted by the noise outside the house.
He pushed open the room, and saw Ma Ruhai courting another man obsequiously.
It was a rich and handsome young man, dressed in silk and satin, with an extremely outstanding temperament, like a dragon coming out of a deep abyss, with an extremely terrifying aura.
Chen Shen has never seen such an extraordinary demeanor from these inner disciples in Wangcheng, so there is only one possibility, this is definitely a big figure above the inner sect, or a true disciple?
And this young man, who was suspected to be a true biography, was hugging a woman in a phoenix crown.
The woman's face is beautiful, like a fairy descended to earth, but she has no energy, and she has already died.
Chen Shen looked at the woman, and sighed secretly in his heart, this is definitely the most beautiful woman he has ever seen.
The two of them were passing by his house, when Ma Ruhai saw Chen Shen walking out, and gave him a hard look.
His eyes seemed to be warning him, don't be in the limelight this time!
Chen Shen ignored the other party's fierce warning, but came to the big man with a solemn expression, saluted and said respectfully: "I have met you, brother."
Ye Shuangman didn't respond at all, as if immersed in his own world, he walked straight to the depths of Tianzhu Mountain.
As the body collector, Chen Shen should accompany him, and Ma Ruhai, who likes to cling to big shots, also followed.
After walking for two hours, when he passed the burial place of the inner disciples and came to a place where there were even fewer graves, Chen Shen finally confirmed that this was a noble true disciple.
"Brother, let me dig the hole for you." Ma Ruhai stepped forward enthusiastically, but this time Ye Shuangman shook his head lightly, as if he had responded.
Then, he took out a forged crystal coffin from the storage ring, and gently put the woman in it.
Chen Shen and Ma Ruhai watched from the side. Ye Shuangman didn't use force to dig the grave.
This is the first time Chen Shen saw such a scene in his previous life, and he couldn't help sighing: "I don't know the origin of the love, but the love is deep."
"A scholar is a scholar, and he can still spit out some ivory from his mouth." Ma Ruhai squinted at Chen Shen, and he didn't know whether his words were praise or sarcasm.
In order to please Ye Shuangman, he joined the mud-digging team. Although Chen Shen was reluctant, he joined in after all. This time the former did not refuse.
Time passed, and it was approaching dusk in a blink of an eye.
The three of them finally dug out a big hole, Ye Shuangman stroked the coffin board, and then put it into the hole.
"Alas." He let out a long sigh, and the earth covered the coffin.
Ye Shuangman did not fill in the soil with his hands this time, which relieved Chen Shen's hanging heart.
But the other party shoveled a shovel of soil and glanced at the coffin, which made the latter still couldn't help complaining.
"You people in the world of cultivating immortals really know how to play." Chen Shen felt helpless.
The soil filling was carried out by Ye Shuangman alone, and it took several hours. During the process, Chen Shen squeezed a handful of soil and put it into the pit.
Wait until the stars fall.
After the tomb was erected, Ye Shuangman leaned against the tombstone, looking at the inscription he had inscribed with his own hands, rubbing it with his hands, over and over again.
Finally, he turned his head and said the first sentence after arriving at Tianzhu Mountain: "Do you have any wine?"
"Do you have a story?" Chen Shen thought, but he didn't dare to say it.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Ma Ruhai said hastily, having prepared a long time ago, while holding a few altars of expensive wine in his hand.
Ye Shuangman sat in front of the grave, took the wine jar, took a long mouthful, and a little blush appeared on his face: "My name is Ye Shuangman, a true disciple of Cangwu Immortal Sect, and everyone generally likes to call me Young Sect Master."
"It turns out to be the Young Sovereign Master!" Ma Ruhai was overjoyed, and gave a big gift directly.
Ye Shuang waved his hands and continued: "I have never done anything wrong in my life, and I have never used my status to overwhelm anyone. It is just that when I was seventeen years old, I fell in love with a girl."
Ye Shuangman didn't want to stay, but Ma Ruhai was even happier.
After Chen Shen left, the former took a big sip of the wine and said, "You will drink with me too."
"Then the younger brother is disrespectful." Ma Ruhai was overjoyed, feeling that this time the fate was too deep, and he actually had the opportunity to drink with the young master.
Hmph, inner sect disciples of Zhen Dao Peak, right? Wait, I, Ma Ruhai, will settle accounts with you.
Ye Shuangman seemed drunk, his eyes blurred, and he began to tell his story:
That year, I went to visit Yunhaizong with my father and met her.
She dances like a butterfly in a sea of flowers, her hair is very long, and her little face is flushed.
When my father appointed her for me, I asked my servants to sprinkle flower seeds on the open space in front of our house, and planted a bigger sea of flowers.
Because of etiquette and status, I can't see her often, but I often visit her brother. They have a faint similarity between their eyebrows, and they are both attractive.
Her brother said that she had read some secular books, and I said that was fine, but he looked worried.
But I know, I like girls who read books, girls who dance like butterflies in the sea of flowers, and girls I can't see.
It’s been a long time since I saw her, I almost forgot her appearance, but I still remember my liking.
Later, the time passed and our wedding day came.
I watched my dowry go out with my own eyes, and after a few days, I saw her dowry come in with my own eyes.
I looked around at home, lest she would not like it, I went to the ordinary country she had been to, bought the most famous and most valuable calligraphy and paintings, and hung them in our room.
She who likes to read may like this.
Father reprimanded me, saying that I didn’t understand style at all, and that I bought calligraphy and paintings and bought mundane things that would decay.
How do I know, I am the Young Sovereign, I have too many things to do, and I don’t like reading, how can I understand these things.
But I have a good talent. I will succeed my father in the future and be the head of the family. I can keep her safe and happy, and keep her mother in the world. She reads, I dance the sword, she dances in the sea of flowers, and I dance the sword.
I went to greet my relatives, but I was in a difficult situation on the way, and I was afraid that my in-laws would make things difficult for me. Fortunately, my uncle didn't make things difficult for me. The elders were kind-hearted and more anxious than me.
She was wearing a phoenix crown and a red hijab, and her father-in-law led her out of Yunhaizong.
She looks a little dull and motionless, is she as nervous as me? I learned a lot of love words that girls love to hear from my mother, and I told her all of them at night.
I am on horseback with my back straight, will she lift the car curtain to watch me secretly, I am very anxious, obviously I am about to walk out of the mountain gate of Yunhaizong, my father's flying boat stops at the foot of the mountain, but he took a long way around, Walked a big circle at the foot of the mountain.
It is said that she proposed this.
That's right, when you get married, you have to tell everyone in a good manner.
Thinking about it, to the unknown suburbs, barren mountains and mountains, to whom should we tell our happiness? What's more, there is a grave in front of it.
I feel unlucky, so I tell the team to go faster.
Then, without knowing why, things got messed up.
Later, I couldn't remember how she got to the grave.
There was her blood on the tombstone, and I rushed to hug her without avoiding suspicion.
Her face was covered with blood, she was flushed red, and her wedding dress was also bright red. She was a ball of red immortality, which was about to dissipate.
I no longer have to avoid suspicion, my wife died with someone else on the day she married me.
She didn't enter my door, so I didn't have time to ask her, do you like flowers, calligraphy and painting? Do you like me? She didn't know me, her love was fixed in front of other people's tombstones, and so was mine.
The next day, Chen Shen found Ma Ruhai's body not far from where Feng Guanxia was buried.
Ps: The story is not original, it is borrowed from a vb blogger.
(end of this chapter)