Chapter Twelve: Farewell

  Qin Zitian untied the package and placed the long, rectangular box on her knees. She slowly opened it, layer by layer. Qin Zitian's movements were gentle, as if the zither was not an inanimate object, but rather a part of her own life.

  Only a person from the Aegean can produce such extraordinary music. Just looking at Qin Zixian's gentle, smoke-free movements, Ling Luoyu believes that Qin Zixian's reputation as a piano fairy is not just rough music, but absolutely deserved.

  Soon, an ancient and elegant zither appeared in front of Ling Luofei, that zither was so familiar.

  Not bad, it's this zither. The person who played the zither last night was Qin Zitian in front of me. Ling Luofei's heart was hot, thinking that she would soon enter the Tongxian tomb, and I'm afraid that in this life, there will be no chance to hear such a beautiful and moving zither sound again. Unexpectedly, at this moment, she was so close to the person who played the zither.

  "Clang......"

  The sound of the qin reminded him, and Ling Luo hurriedly gathered his thoughts, lightly holding the white jade sheng in his mouth and playing it.

  The sound of the qin and sheng rose up, slowly blending together. At first, the coordination between the qin and sheng was a bit awkward, but Ling Luoyu and Qin Ziyue were both masters in their own right, one a master of the qin and the other a prodigy, so they quickly became more familiar with each other's playing style.

  The pleasant melody filled the entire flower hall, and soon spread to the entire back garden. Before long, the murmuring crowd stopped, slowly immersing themselves in the charm brought by the melody. In front of everyone's eyes, it seemed as if beautiful phoenixes were flying and singing.

  Marvel at the beauty of the phoenix, marvel at the clear cry of the phoenix's call. At this moment, the entire flower hall is extremely quiet, with only the faint sound of music lingering in the air, and no other sounds whatsoever.

  At this moment, Ling Luoyu Qin Zitian felt that the two people's hearts were so close, even to the point where both sides could clearly sense each other's heartbeats.

  The sorrow of Ling Luo's fall, the unwillingness, the painful torment that has been repeated for over a decade. Qin Zitian gathered all the love and favor in his life, but when he received the order to ascend to heaven, he felt helpless, and both sides were deeply etched in their hearts.

  A lively tune of Feng Qiu Huang, under the duet of the two at this moment, has slowly turned into a sad and desolate one.

  Phoenix, phoenix, only the male phoenix is present but not the female, how can it be called a pair of phoenixes? At this moment, under the emotional influence of these two people, everyone felt that between heaven and earth, only the mournful cry of the lone male phoenix remained, while the female phoenix had vanished. The solitary male phoenix searched for the female's trail time and again, enduring the torment of being reborn in the fiery flames, yet still unable to find any news of the female phoenix.

  At the end of the song, everyone was involuntarily filled with hot tears.

  The sound of the zither and the sheng suddenly stopped.

  "Fallen feathers."

  "Butterfly."

  A simple call is better than a thousand words, at this moment, the shadows of each other are deeply engraved in the eyes and hearts of both people, with a sense of regret for not meeting earlier.

  At this moment, both of their eyes only had each other, and they didn't even know when the banquet would end.

  "Cough...cough..." A few dry coughs interrupted the whispers of the two, and Ling Luoyu looked up to see that the entire backyard was already empty, leaving only Chen Kong and a few others staring at her and Zitian with strange smiles on their faces.

  "Ling Gongzi, don't you think it's getting late? Can't we talk about this tomorrow instead? We also need to head back and make some preparations." Qin Ling'er said with a gentle smile.

  The fallen leaves, the purple butterflies gazed at each other, and the two people couldn't help but blush slightly at the same time.

  "Zi Die, I'll look for you early tomorrow morning, okay?" He leaned in close to Zi Die and whispered softly into her ear.

  "Ah!" Zi Die softly responded with a gentle promise, shyly lowering her head.

  "Chen Kong, Han Xiao, let's go!" Turning around, Ling Luoyu beckoned to a few people and strode towards her own residence.

  ……

  The next day, just as the sky was getting light, Ling Luoyu had already gotten up.

  One day, the last day of time, tonight at midnight will enter that mysterious Tongxian tomb.

  After a brief discussion with Chen Kong, Mu Yi and others, Ling Luoyu rushed to Zi Die's residence without stopping, this last day of time, Ling Luoyu naturally hoped to spend it with Zi Die.

  Time flies so fast, I strolled around with the purple butterfly, chatted for a while, played a few tunes, and before I knew it, the day was gone.

  "Come on, Purple Butterfly, it's almost midnight. Who knows if we'll have another chance to meet again after a few days?" Ling Luo Yu let out a sigh, and the two people's hearts had already become closer after spending a day together.

  Gently pulling Zi Die's hand, Ling Luo Yu slowly walked towards the back garden.

  "Luoyu, soon we will be entering the Tongxian tomb, perhaps this farewell will be forever. No matter what, Luoyu, promise me, you must live a good life!" Qin Zixia said with deep emotion, her face flushing as she looked at Ling Luoyu who was holding her hand.

  "Violet Butterfly, don't worry, wait for me, I will definitely live a good life!" Ling Luo Yu nodded firmly.

  The two of them looked at each other and smiled, tacitly nodding in agreement.

  Ling Luo's feathers fell, and the purple butterfly had already arrived at the back garden when Chen Kong, Mu Yi, and others had also arrived. The rest of the people who entered Tong Xian's tomb had also arrived early.

  When Ling Luo Yu and Qin Zi Die walked in hand in hand, everyone couldn't help but feel a wave of astonishment. They all looked at the two with different expressions, some blessing them, some envying Ling Luo Yu, but most were jealous.

  In the eyes of the crowd, Ling Luo Yu and Zi Die didn't care at all, they were just whispering to each other, about to enter the Tong Xian tomb, where life and death were already nothing to them, what else could they care about?

  In these last moments before entering the tomb of Tong Xian, the two naturally cherished each other even more.

  "The hour of the child is about to arrive, the tomb of Tong Xian will be opened immediately, since everyone has arrived, please follow me!" The middle-aged man in yellow shirt appeared unknowingly in the backyard.

  The man in yellow shirt swept his eyes over the crowd and then headed towards the northeast direction of the flower hall.

  Ling Luo's eyes deeply gazed at Qin Zhi Die, then stood up and softly chanted: "Parting is bitter, meeting is hard, foolishly waiting for a thousand years, just seeking a lifetime of emotional connection. Autumn leaves fall, a hundred flowers wither, even if reincarnated ten times, my heart remains unchanged! Zhi Die, wait for me, I will definitely survive!"

  Ling Luo's gaze fell firmly on Qin Zitian, beckoning Mu Yi and Chen Kong as they walked in the direction of the middle-aged man in yellow robes.

  At this moment, Ling Luo's heart only had one thought, which was to survive well. Whether it was the Nine Yang Meridian or the Tong Xian Tomb, she must survive and see Qin Zitian again.

  After passing through Tongxian's tomb, the people inside are all gods with great powers. Maybe someone there can cure the nine yang pulse on their body.

  Tong Xian's tomb, perhaps, for myself, only after passing through Tong Xian's tomb will I have a glimmer of hope! No matter what means, I must survive and pass through Tong Xian's tomb, Ling Luo whispered to herself.

  Soon, the middle-aged man in yellow shirt walked through the flower hall and stopped in front of a fake mountain in the backyard, surrounded by huge stones as tall as people.

  Those giant stones are piled up in a disorderly manner around, seemingly chaotic and disorganized, but upon closer observation, they reveal boundless subtlety.

  Ling Luo Yu could be said to be a master of formation techniques, and when he saw the chaotic giant stones in front of him, his intuition told him that these giant stones were absolutely an array, but Ling Luo Yu couldn't figure out what kind of array it was or what its purpose was. After only observing for half a cup of tea's worth of time, Ling Luo Yu felt dizzy and had to give up.

  As everyone had arrived within the range of the giant stone, the middle-aged man in yellow robes gently patted the artificial hill at the center. The entire artificial hill, which was about a hundred feet in circumference, slowly began to crack open, and piece by piece, the rocks started to fall off, revealing a square-shaped object, carved from a single block of white jade, resembling a memorial archway, before everyone's eyes.

  On the top of that white jade archway, there was a hollow hole, surrounded by dense and intricate carvings of various mysterious symbols. The symbols were blood red in color, and at first glance, they seemed to be alive, slowly flowing around the white jade archway.

  The middle-aged man in the yellow shirt didn't seem to notice the shocked expressions of the crowd at all, slowly pulled out a crystal that flickered with seven-colored light from his bosom, and slowly put it into the empty hole on top of the archway.

  The seven-colored crystal merged perfectly with the hollow on the plaque, while the mysterious blood glow around it seemed to intensify.

  At this moment, the middle-aged man in yellow shirt suddenly shouted: "Tongxian's tomb, open!"

  His hands shone with a bloody glow as he slapped them onto the signboard.

  The mysterious symbols on the plaque flew quickly to the huge stones in all directions, and those seemingly chaotic huge stones also responded to the mysterious symbols on the plaque. The outer rocks fell off one by one, revealing the jade stone inside, which was also engraved with dense blood-colored symbols. Soon, a large area of the huge stone was shrouded in blood-colored symbols.

  The crowd under the bloody symbol felt the earth shaking and the space began to distort, soon everyone felt nothing because they all fainted...