#540 - Ink flowers

Watching the box in Lu Xiaoliu's hand, Xu Ming freed a hand and took the box, putting it into his storage bag.

“I will remember it.”

Only four simple words, but Xu Ming's tone was very serious.

This time, Xu Ming didn't stand on ceremony with Lu Xiaoliu, and even if he were to be polite, it wouldn't be with Lu Xiaoliu, but with Mr. Xiao.

But now, how could he be polite with Mr. Xiao?

Accepting the box was not only accepting Mr. Xiao's final blessing for him, but also accepting Mr. Xiao's expectations.

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Although Xu Ming didn't know what exactly was inside the box, according to Mr. Lu.

When his life was in danger, when he was desperate, opening this box would definitely allow him to escape from a desperate situation, which undoubtedly gave him a second life.

Seeing Xu Ming accept it, Lu Xiaoliu smiled lightly, put his hands behind his back, and looked at the moonlit sky:

“Mo Chi asked me to do something, and I have already done it. Mo Chi has also left.

My mother also passed away two years ago.

In this Central Plains, I have nothing to worry about.

Actually, I originally wanted to come to Wu to help Mo Chi and sort out his affairs after his death.

But after this time, I am actually clear in my heart that the reason I want to stay is just because I am still escaping.

The things I have been afraid to face, the people I have been escaping from, I will eventually have to do, and I will eventually have to face.

Otherwise, Mo Chi's spirit in heaven will definitely laugh at me.”

“I'm leaving.”

Lu Xiaoliu turned and left, walking out of the cemetery.

“Mr. Lu, won't you offer an incense stick?” Xu Ming said from behind Lu Xiaoliu.

Lu Xiaoliu waved his hand, and his voice came from behind him: “No, that guy specifically told me not to offer incense to him, saying that it was too embarrassing. People are already dead, and they are still afraid of others saying he is embarrassing.”

As Lu Xiaoliu's voice dissipated in the cemetery, Lu Xiaoliu had already disappeared.

Xu Ming also didn't carry Xu Pangda to Xiao Mo Chi's tomb.

Mainly, Xu Ming was worried about disturbing Miss Nan.

Miss Nan and Mr. Xiao must have a deep relationship, and there must be a lot of things they want to say.

If he just went over like that, it would be too inconsiderate, and it might even make the other party feel a little embarrassed.

Wait until tomorrow morning. When it's dawn tomorrow morning, Miss Nan will probably leave.

Xu Ming put Xu Pangda on a lawn and sat beside him.

Xu Ming raised his head and looked at the moonlight, not knowing what he was thinking about.

I don't know how long it took, until a ray of light from the east broke through the veil of night, like extremely long needles of light, piercing the ground.

At this moment, the cemetery is suspended in the gap between day and night, and the eastern horizon has already turned crab shell green.

Twelve pairs of stone statues stand silently on both sides of the sacred path, the frost on the tablets of the civil officials begins to melt, and the folds of the armor of the military generals still contain thick shadows.

Cold mist seeps out from the cracked seams of the pavement bricks, snakelike wandering across the ascending dragon relief in the center of the sacred path.

A new day has arrived, and in this cemetery, Xu Ming can gently feel the incomparably powerful mountains and rivers luck of Wu.

The carved dragon scales that have been eroded for three hundred years gleam with the luster of mother-of-pearl in the mist, but the patterns of the fire beads under the claws are still trapped in chaos.

The gable roof of the stele pavilion on the west side pierced through the mist, and the incomplete glazed chiwen was dripping overnight rainwater, knocking out empty echoes on the inverted copper jue ear tile.

In the southeast corner, the bixi carrying the merit stele is covered with moss, and half of the treasure pearl in the mouth of the coiling dragon on the stele forehead has been pecked away by a woodpecker.

At this moment, the missing grooves are filled with indigo morning light, like solidified ancient bloodstains.

Beside Xu Ming, Xu Pangda slowly opened his eyes.

The moment he opened his eyes, he was suddenly shocked, and he quickly sat up, not even having time to wipe the saliva from the corner of his mouth.

“Fifth brother... I... I fell asleep?” Xu Pangda felt full of guilt and remorse in his heart. He was guarding the spirit for the teacher, how could he fall asleep?

But soon, Xu Pangda realized something was wrong.

How did he sleep on the grass?

Even if he were to sleep, shouldn't he be sleeping in front of the teacher's tombstone?

Xu Ming smiled and shook his head: “Third brother, don't be nervous. This is not third brother's fault. It's just that two good friends of Mr. Xiao came to visit last night, so they let third brother sleep for a while.”

Xu Pangda: “...”

“Third brother, sit down for a while. The teacher's friend is probably still talking to the teacher. Let's wait a little longer before we go over.” Xu Ming said calmly.

“Okay.”

Xu Pangda nodded and sat beside Xu Ming, watching the rising sun slowly rise from the east together.

In the cemetery, the honeysuckle vines that emerged from the cracks in the shade of the stele trembled lightly in the air, and the hanging berries occasionally fell into the pool of water, startling the sleeping clouds at the bottom of the pool.

At the gap in the remaining mausoleum wall, a century-old oriental arborvitae rooted its roots into the brick seams, and the spots of light filtered by the canopy wove a flowing brocade pattern on the broken wall.

Under a collapsed pillar foundation stone, the plum blossom paw prints left by the fox last night are slowly dissipating in the morning dew.

When the first golden thread climbed onto the remaining brackets of the Minglou, the pupils of all the stone auspicious beasts suddenly gleamed with an amber-colored light.

“It's dawn.”

Looking at everything in the cemetery, Xu Pangda couldn't help but say.

“Yes, it's dawn.”

Xu Ming nodded, his eyes looking towards the sky in the distance.

The huge golden dragon of mountains and rivers shuttled through the clouds, and wrapped around it were patches of ink clouds of literary fortune.

When Xu Ming and Xu Pangda came to Mr. Xiao's tombstone again, all that remained was a black flower inserted in front of the tombstone.

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[Finally, there is still a transitional period of one or two chapters. After this transitional period of one or two chapters, we will enter the Western Regions chapter. Then this book should still have half of its content. Let's finish writing it properly.]