Ye Liangchen walked, leaving without killing Liu Wuxin.
Xu Changqing, forced to death, finally played a role, protecting the life of Liu Wuxin, but at this moment, she is like a stone statue, holding Chen Mo's body and not moving.
The crowd who had once received Chen Mo's guidance gathered silently on one side, mourning him silently.
Conversely, Li Xiao and Long Ling approached Xu Changqing, who had just entered the second rank that night, and offered him some words of comfort.
Both of them didn't regard him highly when Xu Changqing was an official or when he was teaching at the Imperial Academy. But now, he had reached a height where all cultivators in the Tianlong Dynasty could only look up to, and they couldn't help but try to please him sincerely.
Xu Changqing stroked his long, white beard and dismissed the two with a sentence, "I must stay to keep watch over my mentor." He hurried over to Liu Wuxin, and in the face of her reluctance to let go, he did not stop her. Instead, he stood quietly behind her, occasionally mourning the early departure of Chen Mo.
Pei Jiangnan jumped off his horse and walked quickly to Liu Wuxin's side, lowering his head in embarrassment after a glance. The young lady begged in front of everyone, just to save Chen Mo's life, but she knelt down for a full three thousand times without anyone responding. Among those present, Pei Jiangnan was one of them.
"What justices and the light of righteousness are you talking about? Pei Jiangnan is nothing but a cowardly man of the first realm, a cowardly man who preys on the weak and avoids the strong."
Pei Jiangnan clutched his fists, the nails pressing into his palm flesh, piercing the skin and oozing blood. He clenched his teeth so tightly that they threatened to shatter. Unconsciously, he looked up and met the girl's eyes, now devoid of any luster. With a 'thud,' he fell to his knees.
Time flies, and more and more people come to pay their respects to Chen Mo in silence. Among them, a figure squeezes out.
Su Yumo has arrived.
But seeing Chen Mo, whose throat had been slit and who no longer had any breath, and Liu Wuxin, covered in blood as if a statue that did not move, Su Yumo covered her mouth with her hands and tears the size of soybeans 'crash' down.
"How could this be? Lord, how could Lord Chen die in such a pitiful way..."
Su Yumo's legs gave way, and she collapsed weakly to the ground. Her voice trembled with sobs as she glanced at Chen Mo's body. His hands, legs, and chest were pierced with marks, clearly indicating that the attacker had no intention of letting him live.
The most sinister wound was the one to the throat, a sword thrust that sealed it shut.
A few hours ago, he was still chatting and joking with everyone. A few hours ago, he said that he wanted to make everyone's lives better. But now, how could he disappear like that?
How can the days without him be considered good?
Two figures emerged from the crowd: Zhang Long and Fu Bo.
Many people had come to listen to Chen Mo's teachings earlier. When they saw Ye Liangchen committing the crime, some of them fled back to the Imperial Capital and spread the news, which was passed on from ten to a hundred; worried about his safety, Fu Bo and Zhang Long rode their horses as fast as they could to come here.
However, when seeing the terrible condition of Chen Mo, the sixty-year-old Fu Bo fainted on the spot. Zhang Long quickly reached out and held the fainting Fu Bo in his arms, his tiger-like eyes fixed on Chen Mo's body. His eyes trembled slightly.
It's said that a man does not easily shed tears, but that is because he has not yet reached the point of heartbreak.
Zhang Long bit his teeth, tears filled his eyes, and turned his head away from Chen Mo's body, fearing that he might not be able to control his tears. However, at this very moment, a broken sword appeared before his eyes.
That was Chen Mo's sword, which he had intended to give to Zhang Long earlier, but it had been declined by the latter. He felt that he could not accept such a precious gift.
Zhang Long gently placed Fu Bo on the ground and hurried forward to pick up the broken sword, his body shaking uncontrollably.
"This is the sword that His Majesty gave you? I heard my colleagues say that Chen brother had come back from the Imperial Capital just to get this sword..."
Pei Jiangnan noticed the broken sword in Zhang Long's hand and unconsciously said, "This is...?"
Zhang Long was taken aback, and his eyes filled with tears instantly. The tears that were stuck in his eyes flowed down like a spring. "Oh, Zhang Long, how evil I am! Lord Chen gave me this sword, and I refused it. If I had accepted it on that day, Lord Chen would not have had to return to the Imperial Capital just to get it. He would not have been killed by a villain... It's me, it's me who killed Lord Chen. It's me who killed Lord Chen!"
Zhang Long's self-blame and confession woke up Fu Bo, the old man opened his eyes slowly, thinking that he had just had a dream. But when he saw Chen Mo without any breath, he burst into tears.
"Oh my God, old man, what have I done in this lifetime to deserve such misfortune? Why do all the people around me have to leave me? Heavenly Lord, if I Lin Fu have committed a sin, kill me instead of punishing me like this..."
Fu Bo fell to the ground and pounded his chest, screaming incoherently. Since he was a child, his life had been fraught with difficulties. By the age of fifteen, he had to work for the family's livelihood. At twenty, both of his parents had passed away. His sister died in childbirth when he was in his thirties, and his younger brother died in an accident when he was in his forties. When he was fifty years old, he treated Chen Mo's mother as if she were his own daughter. But later she also died.
Now over sixty years old, without a wife or children, alone and destitute, he had treated Chen Mo, the son of his adopted daughter-in-law, as his own grandchild. He had thought of taking care of him for the last few years of his life, feeling that it would not have been in vain.
"Heavenly Lord, is this really too much to ask?"
"It's all my fault. It's all my fault. I have a curse on me that kills my loved ones. When I was young, I killed my parents. Now that I'm old, I still kill people. The old man is a terrible thing, and it's all because of me that Master Chen died so early..."
Fu Bo cried out in a broken voice, his hands resting on the ground, and his head struck the ground violently. He was cursed to kill people; he shouldn't have been alive in this world, harming others and himself.
"Stop"
An old and booming voice came, stopping Fu Bo's attempt to commit suicide by hitting his head.
"Do not do foolish things."
Xu Changqing walked forward and helped Fu Bo up, saying, "The death of the Taoist is due to cause and effect, and it has nothing to do with you."
"Old Xu, don't deceive me anymore. What's this causal relationship? Master Chen is a good person. What kind of dogshit causal relationship exists in this world that causes good people not to have a good death?"
Fu Bo said through sniffling and tears, and Xu Changqing then took out a piece of letter paper from his bosom.
Fu Bo slightly hesitated, took the letter paper, and read it. It was Chen Mo's handwriting. After reading it for a moment, he cried even harder. The content of the letter was exactly the same as what Xu Changqing had just said.
Moreover, it also stated that after Chen Mo's death, his resting place - Mount Relying.
Before leaving the Mount Relying Sect, Chen Mo had a secret conversation with the sect leader and secured Fu Bo's qualification to join the sect. The token he had begged for was proof of this, and with the token in hand, he could enter the Mount Relying Sect at any time.
Fu Bo took out the token from his bosom, tears streaming down his face. "It's not wonder. I've tried to return this token to the young master several times, but he always refused it. I never had the opportunity to help you, my lord. You even remember me after you've died, but I have no right to even help you..."
Xu Changqing turned his gaze towards Zhang Long and said, "You must be Zhang Long, right?"
Zhang Long nodded slightly.
"The Taoist also found a place for you before he died. He had an agreement with the Sand-blasting Sword Immortal. No matter when you go to find him, he will always accept you as his disciple."
Xu Changqing took out another piece of letter paper from his bosom. Zhang Long took it and read it. Tears streamed down his cheeks. It was indeed true to Fu Bo's words: Master Chen considered everyone else even after he died.
Fifteen minutes later, Zhao Hu's family arrived after hearing the news. When they saw the terrible state of Chen Mo's death, Zhao's mother fainted on the spot. They had few interactions, but without Chen Mo, their family might have fallen apart.
Zhao Qingling rushed to help her mother, constantly comforting her. On the other hand, Zhao Hu was filled with grief and anger. He punched the ground with all his might, "Why, what a good person is Chen Mo, why did he have to die so young? Why should good people not live long? Damn you, Heavenly Lord, what have you done?"
Another fifteen minutes passed, and Long Aotian, riding a flying sword and carrying Xiaodouding in his arm, arrived in a hurry.
Today's Long Aotian was different from her usual self; she no longer dressed as a man. Instead, she wore a white long dress, planning to show Chen Mo her female appearance and then reveal her empress identity. However, on the way, she encountered Xiaodouding who had been taken back by the experts of the Martial Arts Administration.
Upon hearing about Chen Mo's danger, she took the lonely Xiaodouding and rushed over in a hurry.
However, at the moment she landed, she was utterly dumbfounded; it was too late, Chen Mo had died.
"Please kneel, Your Majesty."
Li Xiao and Xu Changqing recognized Dragon Aotian's identity at first glance and both bowed respectfully.
A command to bow, and the surrounding spectators, in fear and awe, knelt down to pay their respects.
Zhang Long, Zhao Hu, Fu Bo, and Su Yumeo were all surprised. Although their appearance was no longer as grand as it used to be, they remembered that she was the son of the Martial Arts Administration. How could she become a queen?
Dragon Aotian stared at Chen Mo, who was now without breath, with mixed emotions. Kings are heartless, and she has killed many people to reach her current position. She is used to death, but why does she feel a sharp pain in her heart at this moment.
Wasn't it agreed that you wanted to see me in women's attire? Why, when I came dressed like this, did you not open your eyes?
"Brother, brother?"
Xiaodouding, although young, had grown up among dead bodies. He was not a child who had no concept of life and death. Seeing Chen Mo covered in blood, his eyes flashed with panic. He shuffled over to Chen Mo on his short legs and shook his cold body with his small hands.
"Brother, brother, what happened to you? Brother, brother, don't die! You promised to buy me something good to eat, didn't you? You said that you would never let Xiaodouding go hungry again. What if others bully me when you're not around?"
"Brother, Xiaodouding no longer wants good food. Please, open your eyes quickly."
"Brother, you said last night that we would be a united family forever. How could you deceive me?"
