Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 750 Broken Star

  Night, bamboo shadows.

  The moon hung far in the corner of the sky, and countless stars shone above everyone's heads.

   Against this dark blue night, the blue of the blue beads seems to become more and more dazzling.

  Qin Yin looked down at the piece of land under his feet, "We shouldn't...have to dig them out?"

   "It shouldn't be used," Dao Chang lightly waved his hand, "Wen Ling, you can stand over."

  Wen Ling nodded, holding the blue bead nervously, and came to the land where Grandpa was buried.

no response.

  "Put the beads on the ground." The fool suggested.

  Wen Ling did so.

  Blue Zhu lay quietly on the ground, still having no response.

  Wen Ling cast a look at them asking for help.

   "Couldn't you really dig it out, right?" Qin Yin muttered to himself.

  To blame, blame them for starting too quickly.

Baomu beside    said, "The stars in the blue beads are the key."

   "Hmm," Xiaolan said hurriedly, seeing that someone had the same idea as her, "Wen Ling, I think you might have to try to take out the star."

  Qing Ling was stunned, but didn't understand too much.

  The leader lifted his chin and thought.

   "Ask Ling," Baomu continued, "You may have to...break it."

   "Break..."

  Wen Ling’s concerns are justified.

  This method is irreversible. In case it is wrong, they will destroy the only clue.

   "And the blue bead is solid, how do you open it?" Qin Yin raised his hand and gestured, "We don't have any tools to cut iron like mud."

  Wen Ling nodded quickly.

  "Wen Ling, would you like to try it?" The Taoist said suddenly.

  Qing Ling opened his mouth, "How do I try?"

"You squeeze it a little to see if you can smash it," Luo Jiutian said, "If this is really the correct way to open it, it will certainly not be particularly difficult. After all, Wen Ling, your grandpa should know how vigorous you are. ."

"All right……"

  Wen Ling was a little unhappy, but still pinched the blue beads with **** and made a strong expression.

   "No." She shook her head.

   "...Wen Ling, you are squeezing," Luo Jiutian said helplessly, "I can see it all."

  After all, all her strength was used on her face, and the beads in her hand almost fell off.

  "……"

  Wen Ling sniffed awkwardly.

   "Ask the spirit, it's okay, you can try it," said the fool, "if it is really a solid bead, it won't break with your strength."

  This really makes sense, and Wenling is still very confident in his weakness.

  The next sentence of the fool completely confirmed her idea.

   "Otherwise I will pinch for you..."

"Need not!"

  Wen Ling shouted, raised the blue bead in his hand, and squeezed it down.

  In the rustling wind of the bamboo forest, a crisp cracking sound suddenly sounded.

  Wen Ling looked at the blue beads that had been broken into two halves, and was stunned.

   Then she grinned, about to cry.

  You **** group ah oooo...

  Everyone was in an uproar. When they didn't know how to react, suddenly, a faint golden light spot gradually floated from the two fragments.

  Wen Ling's tears were not squeezed out, and together with the others, she looked at the light spot in shock and expectation.

  The point of light drifted higher and higher, and stopped right above the piece of soil. The small point of light revolved and flickered, looking like a star in the sky had fallen.

After   , the light spot gets brighter and brighter...

  Finally, when the spot of light was so bright that it was so bright that it was impossible to look directly at it, a vague figure appeared under the spot, that is, directly in front of the spirit.

  In the air, there was a night breeze among the bamboo.

   A sigh, faintly sounded.

  Wen Ling was stunned in shock.

  Everyone also fell silent.

  The light spot disappeared.

  Wen Ling’s grandfather stood in front of her, looked up at the starry sky, and sighed for a long time.

"grandfather……"

  Wen Ling's choking voice just came out, and a steady female voice sounded leisurely from behind everyone.

   "Is it true?"

   Xiaolan was taken aback, and turned around to take a look.

   is the grandmother who died with Wenling's grandfather.

  Grandma's gray hair, trembling steps, walking tremblingly on a cane made of old bamboo.

  Everyone exchanged glances.

  Grandma's face was full of worry, her eyes were dark, as if she hadn't seen them, she walked straight over.

  Everyone quickly stepped aside.

   "Grandma..."

  Wen Ling’s tearful eyes were full of confusion and excitement. She looked at the old grandma and her grandfather. She wanted to approach them, but she didn't dare.

  She was pinned in place motionless, as if worried that if she moved, the scene in front of her would disappear.

   "Hey..." Wen Ling's grandfather sighed again, then lowered his head and slowly turned around, "I asked Ling three times, the result is the same."

  Wen Ling’s grandfather only wore a simple cotton gown, but no one would treat him as an ordinary old man.

  Because of those eyes.

   Those gray eyes are shining with a clear but deep light in the night, those eyes, at the same time, have childlike cleanliness and wisdom...

  The same eyes as Wenling.

"grandfather……"

  Wen Ling's tears flowed out one after another, she couldn't help it, and quietly stretched out her hand and leaned toward her grandfather.

   Then, her hand ran across the two figures smoothly, and nothing was touched except the air.

  She closed her eyes in despair, squatted on the ground and cried loudly.

  Sure enough, it was just a phantom.

   didn't know what she was fantasizing about.

   "Wen Ling, be strong," Qin Yin walked behind her and patted her back, "Look up and see, this is what Grandpa wants you to see."

  Wen Linglei's eyes blurred, gritted his teeth and stood up.

   "Then it won't work," the old woman smiled bitterly, "let's move."

  Grandpa nodded absently.

   "You don't have to be like this," the grandmother advised. "Our three Yan branch has been peaceful for too long. The younger generations have not experienced the disaster escape. It's time for them to meet."

  Grandpa pulled out a smile and nodded, "Yes, your words are reasonable, then it is so decided."

  The voice fell, a cold wind hit, and the images of the two people were blown away by the wind, and they disappeared suddenly. As everyone looked around, the surrounding scenes suddenly changed.

Its daybreak.

  The sudden sun was so bright that they all covered their eyes, and there was a hustle and bustle of conversation, and a dozen other people suddenly appeared beside a few people.

  Wen Ling stared at them in surprise.

   "Are you from the village?" The Taoist asked.

  Wen Ling nodded tremblingly.

  Da...Da...Da...

  A string of footsteps from far to near.

  Everyone realized that not only the sun had changed, but also the position of everyone.

  This is no longer a bamboo forest, but the entrance to the Xiaoling Courtyard.

  (End of this chapter)