Chapter 270: Tombstone of memory

After the other party turned and left, Li shook his ears and said, "Leave him

alone, let's complete the princess's entrustment first."

"Yeah." Xia Fan looked at the other party's gradual memorization before moving

closer to Shiting.

Although this is not a royal cemetery, it is obviously not a place where

anyone can be buried. For example, there is only one tombstone in this burial

site. The pavilion is more like a shelter, covering the heavy stele to prevent

it from being exposed to the sun and rain. Before entering the stone pavilion,

there is a slender staircase.

However, the long years have made these creations become old and mottled, and

the moss has climbed all the way from the pillars to the roof. The surrounding

area is full of fallen leaves, and the deposited water vapor can't escape, so

it ferments and deposits here, and it smells like a rot of rotten wood.

The sweepers seem to care more about the cleanliness of the roads here, and

will not go deep into these tombs.

Following the bluestone pedal to the tombstone, Xia Fan gave a soft hey.

"What's wrong?" Li asked behind him.

"Here... someone has been here."

"Let's take a look." The fox demon leaned forward and took a close look at the

altar below his eyes. "Indeed, the incense in this ash basin should have been

burned not long ago, at most...just a day or two."

"Not only that." Xia Fan pointed to the stele and said, "The stone used in

this tombstone is basically the same as the pavilion, but it is much better

than the pavilion in terms of cleanliness and cracking. This shows that

someone is taking care of this place, and the frequency It's not low.

Otherwise, the rain will come in, and the edges of the stele should be covered

with moss."

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"Will it be the princess's friend?"

"According to Ning Wanjun, no one in Shangyuan City can do this for her." Xia

Fan shook his head. "A friend who is close to her can visit the grave

frequently. How could she have no idea? ."

Li's eyes moved, with a look of surprise, "Could it be that... is that

person?"

"This doesn't make sense. If the emperor still misses the third princess's

biological mother, why should she fall into this situation? Even if she

regrets it later, she can move her cemetery to the royal cemetery on the top

of the mountain." Xia Fan thought, "The most important thing is that the

concubine is dead, but the daughter is still alive. If the emperor realizes

his mistake, he will definitely find the opportunity to communicate with Ning

Wanjun. But in fact, the princess went to the border all the way to the

enfeoffment. Jinxia City has no tendency to reconcile with the other party.

This can only show that the emperor has never paid attention to his third

daughter at all."

"That's right." Li scratched the back of his head. "Then I can't think of

other possibilities."

"I'm afraid Ning Wanjun can't guess the answer, so let's not waste our

efforts."

Xia Fan took out a handful of joss sticks, lit them and worshiped them three

times before the tomb, and then inserted them into the ash basin.

The green smoke rose slowly, climbed up along the tombstone, and quickly

disappeared into the cold white mist.

Across the smoke, Xia Fan remembered the other party's name.

Autumn rhyme.

When he was about to return, Qianyan suddenly asked to go to another cemetery.

Not far from the place where the concubine was buried, there were only two

forks away, but it was obviously much desolate.

And it's more like a cemetery for a unified burial-both the size and shape of

the stone tablets are quite the same, and they are neatly discharged far away.

"It's still here..." Qianyan's tone revealed a hint of surprise, "I thought

that after so long, they would have moved in with someone else."

The argument of moving in made Xia Fan's heart tremble slightly, "Have you

been here?"

"From Yong Dynasty to Qiguo, there have been many battles around Shangyuan.

The Fang family disciples and the living dead who died for this were buried in

this cemetery."

He then noticed that there were more than one name engraved on each tombstone,

and some even as many as ten.

Before a tombstone, Qianyan stopped and slowly squatted down.

"Do you need joss sticks?" Xia Fan asked.

"No need." She shook her head and whispered, "No matter what is left here, it

won't reach them."

"Xia Fan." Li suddenly pulled the corner of his clothes and whispered in his

ear, "Look at the name on the tablet..."

Xia Fan squinted for a while, and opened her mouth wide in surprise.

I saw one of them writing the word Qianzhi impressively!

And before and after this person, there are several names beginning with a

thousand.

"What's going on?" He couldn't help asking, "Isn't Chichi still alive?"

"She is alive, but it is the current Qianzhi who is alive, not the former

Qianzhi." Qianyan said calmly, "At that time, people couldn't tell whether the

living dead were seriously injured and fainted or really dead, so they were

all classified as dead in the statistics. In one column. In addition, I am

worried that the corpse will be used by magic, and only the stele is left in

the cemetery, so no one will change the content of the stele in the end.

"What? In other words, Qianzhi's appearance on it was just a statistical

error..." Xia Fan was suddenly taken aback when he said that, he saw a complex

emotion flowing in the other party's eyes, like sadness, and It was like

hiding something else, not at all as indifferent as she said. "Wait—not the

former Chichi, what do you mean?"

"Before the living dead put on this talisman ribbon, rebirth is the same as

death." She held up the cloth strips behind her head that looked like a

decorative belt. "The living dead after waking up from the resuscitation will

not remember everything in the past. Things, even the character will be

reshaped. Although the Fang family improved the situation later, relying on

Fulu to strengthen memory and perception, only half of the resuscitation will

be lost, and the character can be preserved, but this remedy cannot be traced

back to a hundred years. Before. For them, once they fell asleep, they would

never wake up again."

Speaking of this, Qianyan stretched out his hand and wiped the tombstone, "Xia

Fan, I ask you... Is it this body or the memory that constitutes this life?"

The answer to this question is obvious.

"Consciousness determines self."

"I think so too," Qianyan sighed. "That's why I keep my distance from other

living dead, especially Chichi. Sometimes I even hate her because she is very

different from the person I know, and she was very close. I have been

together, UU read www.uukanshu.com, but now I look at her like a stranger."

Xia Fan knew where her complicated emotions came from.

"Chichi doesn't know this?"

"Yes, she has had several accidents later, and she can't even remember how

long she lived, but at least after the strengthening talisman, her character

has never changed. Anyone who sees her will feel that She is the "Thousand

Knowledge"."

"Since she will no longer suddenly become completely unfamiliar as in the

past, you should probably accept her as a new person, instead of comparing her

with the former Qianzhi." Xia Fan explained.

"It is true to think so, but sometimes consciousness does not easily accept

rational judgments." Qianyan stood up, "rest assured, after so many years, I

will not be affected by emotions."

She was more calm than she thought, Xia Fan realized. "Why tell me this?"

"I can't say it clearly either." Qianyan thought for a while, "If you have to

have a reason, maybe you are a different kind of person just like me."

"Alien?" Li couldn't help but said, "Even if he looks a little strange, it's

because of the listener, right?"

"I thought so at the beginning, but after getting in touch a lot, I realized

that this is not the case." Qian Yan turned to look at Xia Fan, "I have seen

more than one listener, but no one is like you. The so-called listener, It’s

just someone who has come into contact with some secrets or spells, and you...

everywhere are different. After thinking about it, the term “heterogeneous” is

the most appropriate. Maybe in the end... there won’t be any in this world.

The individual can truly understand you."

"..." Xia Fan fell into silence for a while.

"Help me keep the secret from Qianzhi." She glanced at the tombstone, and then

walked towards the exit of the mausoleum. "Let's go back."