Dusk Returns to the Ruined Building

Chapter 490: End of Love and Hate, Life and Death

Everyone has a piece of pure land in his heart, where there is the past that he does not want to recall, there is the beauty that he does not want to destroy, and there is hope that he has never touched.

Lingyun Mountain is located in the north of Jianying City, echoing Xuankong Mountain in the distance, and Ouyang Villa is located right in the middle of the two mountains!

Lingyun Mountain is the highest mountain in Jianying City. Standing on the top of the mountain, you can have a bird's eye view of the entire Jianying City, but there is no one here all year round, because this is the location of the Ouyang family's cemetery. The entire mountain is not only protected by formations, but also has special guards. The highest commander of the guards is also one of the Eight Hidden Guards, and the guards here are also the most loyal to the head of the family.

The pure land in Ouyang Zhengxiong’s heart is in Lingyun Mountain. It is a tomb with a tombstone but no words on it!

This tomb was dug by Ouyang Zhengxiong himself on the day he became the patriarch of the Ouyang family. There were three coffins in it, but none of them had names. One thing was very strange, that is, this tomb was not in the Ouyang family cemetery, but was separated by a river, in the lowest part of a valley!

The north wind from Yingzhou is cold, but it cannot reach this pure land!

Ouyang Zhengxiong has been standing alone in front of this empty tomb for who knows how long!

Ouyang Zhengxiong destroyed Zhixiang Pavilion, cut off the sound of Yuyao's piano, and burned out the red wood donkey meat fire, but he did not destroy this place, because this is the pure land in his heart, untainted by the mundane world!

This is the last pure land he left for himself, his sister Ouyang Zhiqing, and his brother Ouyang Zhengxiong!

The sad thing is, there is probably only pure land here, with no nameplate, no spirit, no people, no corpse, no bones, and no soul!

Ouyang Zhengxiong, no, Ouyang Zhengyi, knew from the day he ascended the position of patriarch that he was not worthy of living in Lingyun Mountain. He was ashamed of the ancestors of the Ouyang family!

"Brother, our holy sword is ready. I forged one for you too!"

"Brother, I know you are still alive. Alas, my heart is still too soft. I really can't get over that time!"

"Brother, she has left Zhongzhou, but I don't know if she will come back to Jianying!"

"Brother, do you still remember what she looks like? I forgot. I spent twenty years forgetting her, but she came back. I knew she would come back to Jianying City!"

"Brother, I came here today just to recall what you and she looked like, to see you, me, and her when we were young!"

"Brother, I came here today to find myself, but I can't find it. I can't see myself clearly during that period of time!"

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In the bleak north wind outside the valley, snowflakes began to fall at some point. Ouyang Zhengxiong, the head of the Ouyang family in Yingzhou, knelt in front of that piece of pure land with tears on his face. He was kneeling for the years, he was kneeling for the passing years, he was kneeling for the memories, he was kneeling for the past, he was kneeling for his past dreams, and he was also kneeling for his past self!

Ouyang Zhengyi is not here today to look for the past, nor is he here to cleanse the pure land in his heart. Where is the pure land in this world or in people's hearts?

He came to cut off the past, he came to say goodbye, not only to his brother Ouyang Zhengxiong, his sister Ouyang Zhiqing, but also to himself! The beautiful self he always thought of, the self he always wanted to become!

Ouyang Zhengyi knows that he can’t go back now, nor can he become the person he wanted to be!

Ouyang Zhengyi knelt for half a day and half a night. When the moon was at its zenith, he stood up and looked at the tomb which was the pure land in his heart. He cried, and his tears were so sad!

"Brother, sister, I forgot to tell you that I am forging a Half-Emperor Sword. From now on, I will not do this for hatred or love, but for the Ouyang family. I will shoulder the destruction and rebirth of the Ouyang family alone, without any complaints or regrets!"

Ouyang Zhengyi walked out of the valley and stood with his back to the enemy!

"Someone, fill up this valley!"

On the top of Lingyun Mountain, Ouyang Zhengyi was looking at Jianying City under the moonlight. Under his feet were the tombs of more than a dozen generations of the Ouyang family!

"Since you want to stir up the situation in Yingzhou so much, then come to Jianying City!"

The next day, the Ouyang family of Yingzhou sent a message to the cultivation world about two things!

The first thing is that at the beginning of late winter, the holy sword of the Ouyang family came into the world. A statue of the head of the family was cast in Jianying City, and people from all over the world were invited to see it!

The second thing is that the head of the family, Ouyang Zhengxiong, decided to tie the knot on that day, confer the title of principal wife, and welcome people from all over the world to celebrate!

Ouyang Zhengxiong had been the head of the family for more than 20 years, but his wife had always been vacant, and the person he married was Mei Yu!

Trapped by love and obsessed by hatred, Ouyang Zhengyi seemed to have removed the shackles of love and hatred, but how could things in the world be so simple and absolute?

The other side of love and hate is a bottomless abyss!

Lingshuang Valley is a very inconspicuous valley outside the imperial city of the Ji family in Zhongzhou. The whole mountain is covered with red persimmon trees. In the valley stands a persimmon tree that is hundreds of years old. Its roots are tangled and its body is dry and rotten, but its leaves are evergreen all the year round. It is really amazing!

Lingshuang Valley is most beautiful in late autumn, when the persimmons are red and the leaves are fragrant. But now it is winter, and there are only dead branches and leaves everywhere, and only the old persimmon tree is swaying green!

Beneath the green leaves, there is a temple, with clouds of fragrance curling up and the sound of Buddhist chants booming!

Under the ancient tree, in front of the nunnery, there was a man kneeling. He had a dashing figure but a slovenly face, with disheveled long hair, curly beard, dirty eyebrows and lifeless eyes, looking a bit like a drunk street beggar!

This person is Ji Qingli, who is trapped in love and surrounded by hatred!

Ouyang Zhiqing left, truly heartless and without love, without saying a word or even looking back!

Ji Qingli's heart, which had been in love and hatred for twenty years, was suddenly empty. After leaving the Emperor Tree that day, he indulged himself in wine and forgot his hatred in drunkenness. He lost both love and hatred! He fell into depravity, lived a life of drunkenness and dreams! He lay there all day, living in that small courtyard that had turned into ruins!

The Ji family was at a loss! Some tried to persuade him, some scolded him, and some expressed regret. Finally, the head of the Ji family, Ji Qingfeng, showed up, but Ji Qingli remained the same!

Gradually, the Ji family got used to it!

The head of the family, Ji Qingfeng, wanted to send someone to look for Ouyang Zhiqing, but he gave up. First, he had to go to the appointment at Jiuchonglou, and second, it was not convenient for him to intervene in this matter! Love and affection in the world only depend on the hearts of two people, and outsiders cannot interfere! What's more, it was Ji Qingli, what didn't he understand? What didn't he know?

Ji Qingli was depressed for who knows how many days. Finally, someone brought him to the old persimmon tree in Lingshuang Valley. When he woke up from his drunkenness, he knelt here and couldn't get up for a long time. Who knows how many days and nights he had been kneeling!

Incense sticks are charming, and wooden fish is calming!

Ji Qingli finally woke up. In the incense sticks, he saw his past. In the sound of the wooden fish, he heard his future. Love, hate, power and fame all seemed to be passing clouds!

"Mom, I know I was wrong!"

"Not afraid of decay, evergreen for a hundred years, only after the body and mind have gone through all kinds of hardships, can they be evergreen like this, you are still not as good as Qingyun!"

"Mom, I know I was wrong!"

"Great love and great hatred have no end, knowing one's mistakes is hard to correct and has no form. You have to settle the matter of Yingzhou, and you have to settle the love and hatred in your heart too! Only then can you grow up. You are already in your forties, and you still have to worry about your mother! I can't beat you anymore, otherwise I will inevitably suffer a beating!"

"Mom, I know I was wrong!"

"In matters of love and hate, there is life after death. You let her live, but you didn't die. Now that you don't want to die, she can't live!"

Ji Qingli, who was kneeling with his head down, suddenly looked up and said in surprise:

"Mom, you can't kill her!"

"Deal with your love and hatred yourself! Love and hatred will disappear only after life and death! When the day comes when you can't make a choice, I will decide her life and death! You can do whatever you want!"

Ji Qingli was shocked when he heard this! His heart sank, he knew that the person he loved probably had only one way out - death!

"Mom, I know I was wrong, I will take care of it!"

Ji Qingli kowtowed three times, left the red persimmon tree, left Lingshuang Valley, and left Zhongzhou. He was going to Yingzhou. He wanted to personally send Ouyang Zhiqing off. When the road to the underworld came to an end, he wanted to take one last look at her!

A sigh in the Lingshuang Valley!

"With love and hate in your heart, how can you shoulder the heavy responsibility and support the world? You are not as good as him!"

After a long time!

"Hong Ling?"

Another person appeared under the persimmon tree. This person was the one who brought Ji Qingli back. Ji Qingli and Ouyang Zhiqing also knew this person. She was Ouyang Zhiqing's personal maid, the one who had been killed by Ji Qingli!

She didn't die!

At this moment she was kneeling on one knee!

"His love is still there, and you should help him with the affairs of Yingzhou. Kill him!"

"Madam, if Ouyang Zhiqing uses the power of inheritance, I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to kill her alone!"

"Go ahead, her body can't bear the power of inheritance yet!"

There is no one under the persimmon tree!

Xuantian Pavilion, which had been silent for a very long time, suddenly sent a message to the cultivation world:

"The fall of the emperor's leaves brings disaster to the world; the flow of the nine springs brings life and death!"