PDLP Chapter 297 Leaving
Chapter 297 Leaving
As dusk approached, Mo Zheng put his hands behind his back and immersed himself in the afterglow of the sunset.
With the bitter taste of medicine lingering in his mouth, he nibbled on today's mint cake and gazed at the Sword Bone Cold Hill in the distance, not moving his eyes for a long time.
Only when the last ray of sunlight disappeared did he slowly turn around and return to the small dining room.
The dining room was still filled with a large table of people, not a single one missing.
During the day, no one could bear to go up to Tianze Peak, but in the afternoon they all gathered there without any prior arrangement.
This time, the six peak masters each brought carefully prepared delicacies, filling the entire large table.
There are all kinds of things flying in the sky, swimming in the water...
Even Nan Yubai, who was not good at cooking, served a dish of seven-treasure glutinous rice, osmanthus honey lotus root as dessert.
Mo Zheng looked at the wine jars on the table, smiled faintly, and asked Hua Jiantang to put them all away.
"A little drinking can make you happy, but excessive drinking can harm your body. Since you had a great time yesterday, it's better not to drink today."
Picking up the chopsticks, "Come on, hurry up and eat, don't let these delicious delicacies go to waste."
The brothers chatted and reminisced about the interesting things in their youth, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.
Although they carefully avoided the topic of separation, everyone's heart was filled with reluctance.
This is already the second day!
That stupid junior/senior brother who was holding a bowl of rice, got a fish stuck in his throat while eating, and made everyone busy for a while, will leave them forever after tomorrow.
Despite the constant laughter at the table, everyone couldn't suppress the moisture in their eyes.
The dishes were full and the tea was refilled again and again. Even though she was reluctant to leave, she still looked back every few steps as Mo Zheng sent her away.
Mo Zheng stood at the door, watching their backs until the last figure disappeared into the night.
Turning around, Jiuhua served a bowl of bitter medicine as usual.
This is the fifth bowl today...
This time, Mo Zheng didn't struggle. He pinched his nose, raised his head and "sacrificed himself heroically", drinking the medicine in one gulp.
He stuffed the medicine bowl back into Jiuhua's hand and ran back into the house.
There's only one night left, and I still have some letters to leave behind, so I have to speed up.
But just as he picked up the pen, Nan Yubai chased after him. The sound of footsteps broke the tranquility of the courtyard, and a knock on the door followed.
"Brother, open the door and let's talk?" Nan Yubai's voice came through the door.
Mo Zheng stopped writing, looked up at the closed door, and sighed softly, "Yubai, I really don't want to endure that physical pain. One more day or one less day will make me go."
"Just let me go, okay?"
Nan Yubai's body froze, and his voice became even more urgent, "Brother! What's wrong with letting me give it a try?!"
Mo Zheng slowly stood up, walked to the door and opened it.
The moonlight fell on Nan Yubai's body, and the silver moonlight made his figure particularly clear.
Mo Zheng stared at him for a moment, feeling somewhat helpless. "Junior Brother, you know me best. I'm most afraid of pain and suffering. I really don't want to... endure this suffering at the end of my life."
He patted his shoulder, turned him around manually, and pushed him to the side room.
"The way of nature is natural, and following the will of heaven is also a form of spiritual practice."
As soon as he finished speaking, a muffled thunder suddenly sounded in the sky.
Both of them were startled by the sudden thunder and looked up at the sky at the same time.
It was a moonlit night with bright stars, light wind and clear clouds, but the thunder seemed particularly abrupt.
Mo Zheng took the opportunity to act mysterious and pointed to the sky, "Look, this is God's will. No more words, no more words. Go to bed early."
Nan Yubai was not willing to give up. He took out a few more pills and forced Mo Zheng to swallow them before letting him go back to the house.
He smiled bitterly and shook his head, then picked up the pen again and began to write furiously.
In fact, he was most aware of the sins of Mo Zheng's identity.
Even if he wants to make amends, some mistakes cannot be wiped out simply by "admitting the mistake and correcting it."
When he really pulled himself out of this role and began to write his "confession", he found that it was not a difficult thing.
However, it would take some thought to take all the blame on himself while protecting the Zichen Sword Sect from being implicated.
The moon was at its zenith, and the "evidence presented in court" filled with his deep reflections on the character of Mo Zheng was finally completed.
He wrote another piece of paper, attached his apologies and instructions to his fellow disciples, sealed it in an envelope, and the matter was settled.
When he picked up the pen again, it was Li Fuyi's turn.
After the words "brushing my clothes, seeing your letter is like meeting you in person", there was another long pause.
He had just finished writing down all the charges and didn't want to say anything more.
And the relationship between him and him is a beautiful memory that he can recall in the future.
But for Li Fuyi, she probably wished that this relationship full of deception could dissipate along with him...
Instead of doing this, why bother writing such a long letter and only make him angry again?
I hope that after I die, he can find someone who can truly be with him as soon as possible, and that they will be fine in the future. That would be great.
Retract your thoughts and put them into words:
"As I write my final words, I do not ask for forgiveness. I only hope that my departure can put an end to the sins of the past."
"My life is like a candle in the wind, about to die. I wanted to use the rest of my life to atone for my past sins. But..."
"My crimes are like the stars in the night sky, hidden but still visible, yet I know them all. My mistakes have caused you pain, and I am willing to bear all the responsibility."
"I sincerely hope that you, Fu Yi, can distinguish right from wrong and refrain from implicating the Purple Star Sword Sect and the people of the world. If you can help me, it will be my ultimate blessing."
"If Fu Yi wishes to expose my crimes to the world, or to punish my remains with the death penalty, I will do so with all my heart and without complaint or regret."
"This is my confession for the past and also a comfort to the victims."
"I have left a letter of repentance in the letter to the other peak masters. You can use it yourself..."
"I should have lingered on, waiting for you to cleanse the dust of the Purple Star Sword Sect with my blood; to disperse my soul and return you to the bright path ahead. My departure is truly my final sin."
"Sorry……"
An abrupt "I'm sorry" may be empty, but there is no other better words to replace it.
He signed it hastily, "Mo Zheng's final words," and sealed the envelope, unable to bear to read it any further...