The sorrow of the wind tree!
The child wanted to raise, but his parents weren't around. The wanderer returned, unable to see his parents. Separated by life and death, how could he speak of sorrow?
Ye Fan's tears trickled down. All of his efforts had been for nothing. He had disregarded everything to come back, crossing the boundless star domain, but he couldn't cross the river of time. In the end, he was still a step too late.
He was gently trembling as he recited the Salvation Scripture. What kind of pain was this? He tearfully recited the Daoist scriptures for his parents, hoping that they would be reborn.
Ye Fan bit his lips, causing blood to drip down. He softly called out again and again, each word stained with blood. The entire room was covered in symbols, imprinted in the void.
For more than 20 years, his goal in life was to come back, to see his parents, to reunite with them, to let smiles reappear on their aged and sorrowful faces. For this, he had risked his life just to return. However, his parents were no longer here … In a single day, he had no goal in life, and his entire world collapsed.
"Dad, mom …" Ye Fan muttered, tears continuously falling down. He trembled as he silently recited the Salvation Scripture. He had never thought that he would send off his parents like this.
The greatest pain in the world couldn't compare to this.
He had many things he wanted to say, to tell them of his longing for these 20 years. However, they were no longer here, so what else could he do? He could only choke with sobs, tears continuously rolling down his cheeks.
Ye Fan's heart was filled with pain. All of his efforts had turned into nothingness in the face of time. Nothing could be done again, nothing could be changed.
The paleness of life, the ruthlessness of time. He was so sad and helpless. He stretched his hand into the void, but he couldn't grab anything!
He felt how laughable he was, thinking that one day, as long as he was unrivaled in the present world, he could shatter everything and change everything. But now, the heavens directly smacked him in the head, making him feel so sad that he was powerless. He knelt on the ground, not wanting to get up.
"Dad, mom, I'm back to see you guys." Ye Fan knelt there, crying out sorrowfully again and again.
"I really missed you guys, but the road was too long, so long that I risked my life to come back … in the end, it was too late. Why did it have to be like this … I would rather die! "Ye Fan roared.
It was too late to say anything now. He tugged at his hair and sensed the auras left behind by the two elders. Why couldn't he even see them? He was filled with unwillingness and regret.
In the end, Ye Fan could only weep silently as he sat on the floor, leaning against the edge of the bed. He suddenly felt as if life had lost all meaning.
What cultivation? What Dao Cutting? What Divine Body? What Invincibility? Everything was empty. What was the point of not being able to protect his parents?
He felt that he was extremely laughable. All of his efforts had been for naught. He had cast aside everything, but in the end, it was still too late. It was an empty sorrow, and he couldn't do anything.
He cried and laughed loudly while coughing. Strands of blood appeared at the corner of his mouth. He suddenly felt that he was nothing, that he was pathetic and laughable.
"I can't change anything. I haven't even seen my parents for the last time. I'm useless!"
Ye Fan cried for a while, then laughed for a while. He was completely disheartened and did not have a shred of nostalgia for this world. He felt that life was boring, and that the bitterness was greater than the joy.
He cried and laughed as he fell powerlessly to the ground. There was no sound, only the silent flow of tears. He didn't want to move, and he wanted to sleep forever.
His parents' aged faces appeared in front of his eyes. Ye Fan was muddle-headed and slowly lost consciousness. He was exhausted, and his body and mind were haggard. Finally, he fainted.
"Little Fan … you're back." A soft call rang out in his ear.
"Don't be sad, don't cry. We don't blame you. We just miss you. Seeing you safe and sound, we're more happy than anything else." The soft voice was filled with love.
"Your mother and I always believed that you were still alive, and that one day you would come back to see us. We waited for a long time, but we were really tired and couldn't hold on any longer. Now that we know you're safe and sound, everything is fine. "The old voice was filled with relief and gratification, but it also made one's heart ache.
…
Like a dream, Ye Fan was in a coma. Tears kept flowing from the corner of his eyes. It was as if he saw two balls of light. He tried his best to grab their hands, but he couldn't do it no matter what.
"We're leaving. You have to live well and take care of yourself …" The voice became weak. The two balls of light slowly dissipated, and the old face became faint. Then, it turned into a rain of light and completely disappeared.
Ye Fan screamed and struggled with all his might. He tried his best to chase after them and make them stay, but he couldn't grab anything.
"Bang!"
He woke up with a start. There was nothing in front of him. He had lost the warmth from before, and his parents' aura was gone. It was empty.
"You're awake."
Xu Qiong sat beside him and passed him a cup of water. "My condolences. People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes."
"What did you see just now? Did you hear it?" Ye Fan grabbed her hand and shook it forcefully. The water in the cup spilled onto the ground.
Xu Qiong frowned. Ye Fan was extremely strong. Even though she was carefully controlling it, she still felt pain. She said softly, "You missed them too much, and your mind is too tired. Don't think too much and have a good rest."
"You really didn't see or hear it?" Ye Fan stood up and released his divine sense. He wanted to find that familiar aura that moved him and made him feel close to it.
Everything just now was too real. It was as if he had experienced it himself. It was right in front of his eyes. He wasn't sure if it was a dream or reality.
He opened the curtains. The night sky was dark. A meteor shower was fading away and disappearing into the horizon.
Ye Fan suddenly trembled. It was like a rain of light that dissipated in a dream. His body couldn't help but tremble. Tears flowed down his cheeks as he stared at the pitch-black sky.
"Strange, there was no announcement of a meteor shower." On the other window, Xu Ye held her chin and blinked her eyes curiously as she looked at the sky.
Ye Fan opened the window and soared into the sky. He quickly chased after it and turned into a ray of golden light that disappeared into the distant sky.
In the room, Xu Qiong's mouth opened wide in shock. The teacup in her hand fell to the ground and released a crisp cracking sound. The water splashed all over the ground.
She couldn't believe it. Even though she was mentally prepared, she still couldn't accept the truth. Ye Fan was like a Golden Peng that streaked across the sky. Was he still human?
Seeing Ye Fan suddenly return, in her knowledge, she thought that it was related to an extraterrestrial civilization. The first thing she thought of was a UFO kidnapping. But now, she was petrified. Was that … the God and Devil Civilization?
In the other room, Xu Ye screamed and shouted for her mother. She shouted that a meteor had crashed into her house.
The young girl was not afraid of anything. She quickly ran into the room and said: "Mother, did you see that just now? A meteor seemed to have streaked past our house. It's too magical!"
Xu Qiong covered her chest with her hands and stopped trembling. She didn't want to lose her composure in front of her daughter. She tried her best to calm herself down. Everything that had happened was too shocking.
Xu Ye was about sixteen or seventeen years old. She was very lively and active. She ran to the window and looked out. She kept poking her head out to see where the meteor had landed.
"Mom, why is your face a bit pale? Did you get a fright just now? Don't be afraid, with your precious daughter here, no matter what kind of demon or ghost comes, I will beat them away. Hum, hum, haha." She made a Tai Chi fist gesture in a lively manner.
But when she saw that her mother's expression was still unnatural, she quickly retracted her playfulness and said: "Mother, what's wrong? I'll go get you a cup of water. Yi, where's that uncle? Why is he gone? Where did he go? "
Xu Qiong calmed herself down and said: "He had something to do, so he left first."
At the end of the horizon, Ye Fan stood alone in the night sky in a daze. He couldn't have caught up to anything. The meteor shower had long since disappeared.
"Why? Was it you guys? Where did you go?"
He felt that perhaps there really was a mysterious power in the world. Were his parents saying goodbye to him just now?
But then, he shook his head. He was a cultivator, especially when he had reached such a powerful realm. He was very sensitive to primordial spirits and knew their nature.
What was gone was gone. It was impossible for it to appear again. There was no way for it to be reborn. This was the nature of the world that couldn't be changed. Everyone would die one day, even the ancient emperors were no exception.
"Maybe it's my own subconscious that's healing my heart." Ye Fan sighed. He used his hand to grab at the night sky, but he couldn't grab anything.
He didn't believe in fate or reincarnation. There was no such thing as reincarnation in the human world. But what he had just experienced was both real and illusory.
He thought back to when he went to the Western Desert and the words of the old monk who transformed into the dao. In the next life, if you believe in it, then it exists. If you don't believe in it, then it doesn't. The years are long and endless. In the end, two identical flowers will appear in the world. After thousands of years, one will wither and the other will bloom.
Whether or not they were the same flower, no matter how much later generations thought about it, not even that ancient buddha could say it clearly.
"Was it my own subconscious that was lying to me, or were they really saying goodbye to me?" Ye Fan's tears silently fell.
He would rather believe the latter. After crossing through the star regions and returning, he was still a step too late. He didn't even get to see his parents one last time. Just now, were they trying to make up for his regrets?
Ye Fan mumbled. No one could hear what he was saying. He continuously muttered to himself as he stood in the night sky, wanting to stay there forever.
He didn't want to continue thinking rationally. That was because if he looked deeper into it, the ancient sages had long written about reincarnation. It was impossible for it to exist.
Ye Fan strolled alone under the starry sky. He didn't think, he didn't think. His heart was empty. At dawn, he landed on the ground. After the sun rose high in the sky, he arrived at the West Mountain Villa District. Xu Qiong welcomed him in.
"Wow, Little Uncle, why did you suddenly disappear yesterday? I don't remember seeing you go out." Xu Ye was drowsy and liked to laze in bed. She hugged a big wombat and got up.
"Be good. Go wash your face, brush your teeth and eat breakfast." Xu Qiong pushed her.
Although Xu Ye was only sixteen or seventeen years old, she was as tall as her mother. She obediently nodded and said, "Oh, alright."
This was the biggest blow that Ye Fan had ever suffered in his life. He really wanted to leave this place and avoid this mortal world. Everything that he had seen made him feel sorrow and pain.
However, he couldn't just leave like this. He wanted to know the last moments of his parents, and wanted to know everything that had happened in the past.
"Eat something first. I'll tell you later." Xu Qiong combed her long hair and comforted him softly.
"I can't eat anymore. You go eat. I'll wait for you. After that, bring me to their graveyard." Ye Fan felt his entire body become heavy. He fell onto the sofa and didn't want to move. His eyes were dry, but his tears had already dried up.
Xu Qiong sighed. She didn't have much of an appetite. She brought Ye Fan out and drove far away. After an hour, they arrived at the graveyard.
The graveyard was huge. It was filled with evergreen grass. It was built along a small hill. There were even some green pines and cypresses. It made the place look solemn and dignified.
"It's here …." Suddenly, Xu Qiong revealed a strange expression. It was because there was a pure white flower in front of the gravestone. It was swaying in the wind. Its petals rustled and fell, emitting a faint fragrance.
"Will anyone else visit the graveyard?" Ye Fan asked.
"I don't think anyone else knows. It's strange." Xu Qiong was bewildered.
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