Binding the Dragon for the Empress - Chapter 157

[Chapter 157 Everything is in vain]

A generation of emperor stars fell, and a memorial ceremony was held in the heavens, and white silk was hung everywhere, which lasted for three whole days.

The fall of the gods does not even leave the bones behind. It is not like a mortal who needs to do a cumbersome funeral, such as small funerals, reporting funerals, running for funerals, stopping the spirit, keeping the spirits, large funerals, funerals and burials, burning seven, observing filial piety and other steps are indispensable.

During the funeral, the corpses of mortals will be placed in the coffin in front of relatives and friends. As the emperor of the heaven, Yan Yuan has only a square box as a coffin. The box is filled with the most cherished objects during his lifetime, and placed in the mourning hall, the gods will come to pay homage. , it is stopped.

Yan Yuan’s most cherished treasure during her lifetime was an exquisite wooden figurine. He had a box of similar wooden figurines. It was the relic of Xuanlong that he found from the palace when he went to the mortal world to collect souls for Xuanlong. They all look like Yan Yuan, but the carvings are thick and thin, and there is only one with the most complete and delicate coloring.

That is Xuanlong’s mind.

The Lord of Lingling heard Yan Yuan mentioned it before her birth. At that time, Yan Yuan had not drunk ‘start over’, but her body was already very bad. After waking up from a long coma, she grabbed the wooden man and looked at it with tears in her eyes. He smiled and said that Xuanlong was clumsy, he couldn’t even carve a wooden figurine well, and his hands were covered with wounds.

However, Yan Yuan clearly treasured the wooden figurine so much that she had to hold it when she slept. Anyone who robbed him would kill him.

Therefore, on the day of the burial, the goddess dragging the spirit put the wooden figure into Yan Yuan’s coffin with his own hands.

Three days later, under the watchful eyes of the gods, Yan Yuan’s tablet was held in both hands and sent to the shrine. The square-inch coffin was placed in the hidden compartment under the tablet, and together with the gods who fell in the past, sleep here forever.

From that day onwards, Xuanlong went to the statue of Heavenly Dao every day to kneel down and recite the scriptures. Such a kneeling was tens of thousands of years.

It is meaningless for him to do so. The dead souls can still be saved, and even the souls of the gods who have died in ashes have perished.

All in vain.

Shortly after Yan Yuan left, rumors spread around the God Realm First Heaven and even Nine Heavens, saying that the emperor was killed by Xuanlong Tiansha Guxing. When Azhi heard the rumor, he asked Xuanlong with red eyes if that was the case.

Xuanlong was speechless in the face of the little man. The rumor was not a rumor. It was true. If Yan Yuan didn’t want to meet him and fall in love with him, she should be fine now and be his emperor happily. , marry a queen who matches his destiny, hold the hand of his son, grow old with his son, and have many children and grandchildren.

Seeing Xuanlong’s acquiescence, Azhi burst into tears, threw himself on Xuanlong and beat him, asking him why he wanted to kill his father.

Xuanlong remained silent, but he still vented. After Azhi cried, he ran out of the Dongji Temple. After that day, he refused to see him again.

Xuanlong felt that it was fine. He was born with ominous danger, and if his lover died, children should not get too close to him, so that they would not be infected with the unknown.

Ten thousand years later, Xuanlong went to the mortal world alone, and built a small bamboo courtyard in the depths of a bamboo forest near the East China Sea. The entrance of the courtyard was surrounded by a half-person-high fence of varying lengths with bamboos and stones of different colors. The road crosses the small courtyard and divides the courtyard into two parts. On the left is a round table and a round bench carved in stone. On the right, the mud is reclaimed. Xuanlong will plant the iris seeds brought from the gods by himself.

He had thought that if he was not Xuanlong and Yan Yuan was not the Emperor of Heaven, they were just a pair of ordinary mortals who loved each other, and their names were linked by a red thread on Yuelao’s marriage book.

They will get married, have a child, and live in such an undisturbed small courtyard. They don’t need wealth or glory.

The irises are planted in the yard, and they will bloom in the spring of the coming year. The elegant fragrance is overflowing. When the weather is good, their family of three will eat around the stone table in the yard. If the weather is bad, they will eat in the house. is good.

As long as they can be with you, no matter what.

It’s a pity that what he expects… is far more difficult than glory and wealth, even if the ultimate life is exhausted, the sacrifice of life is in vain.

Xuanlong spent an afternoon planting irises. In the air, a wisp of inconspicuous dust slowly fell, merging with an unburied iris seed in the mud, flashing a light that was almost impossible to catch with the naked eye…

[End of This Chapter]