Mr. Yi pondered for a long time, leaned over and took out a jade box from the drawer under the desk, then tremblingly took out a piece of incense to summon the gods, lit it with a fire stick, and inserted it into the incense burner. A faint white smoke rose up, lingering on the surface of the portrait, then slowly blended in, and finally disappeared.
Yi Zheng was surprised. This was the same scene before he started practicing. A few days later, a woman in red fell from the sky and took him to the Shangqing Sect to practice. Now it seemed that the old man was here again. Yi Zheng was a little anxious. When he was about to open his mouth to speak, the old man stopped him.
Mr. Yi stared at the portrait and murmured to himself: "Mu Qing, are you okay?"
"When you asked someone to take Zheng'er away, I was looking forward to it in my heart: Zheng'er embarked on the path of spiritual practice, and you and your mother would meet one day. Unfortunately, Zheng'er's path of practice was interrupted, and he returned home to marry him. Wife and son, now they have two children, Yi Yuan and Yi Wei. Yuan'er also has the qualifications to practice. After he practices in the human world for a few more years, Yuan'er will also follow your footsteps and step into the world of practice. Maybe you will meet. That day."
"I wonder if there will be a day when we can meet each other? Maybe by the time you see Yuan'er, I will no longer be alive. There are differences between immortals and mortals. Can you and I never meet each other..." Yi The old man's deep voice gradually became choked with sobs.
The woman in green clothes in the portrait seems to have moved, and tears are falling. Yi Yuan's mind was a little confused. He actually saw the painting moving, as if water drops were falling. He rubbed his eyes vigorously with his right hand. When he looked over again, it was still the painting, hanging quietly on the wall. Suddenly, in the portrait, two faint white lights emitted from the eyes of the woman in green, which went straight into Yi Yuan's body and disappeared.
Yi Yuan shook his body, shook his hands, and glanced around. No one else looked at him strangely. Only he could see the white light and it entered his body. Was he dazzled? His whole expression was full of confusion and incomprehension... ...
At this moment, the woman in green clothes on the top of the mountain seemed to feel something, she frowned slightly, and the incense she left behind was lit again.
"Is Xiaochen thinking about me? Is it right or wrong to leave him?"
"Xiao Chen has no cultivation qualifications. I can't bear to see him grow old like this, and I have no choice but to leave him. As long as I practice to the Hedao realm as soon as possible, I can ascend to the upper world and take him with me."
"Zheng'er, Nan'er, I miss you too. Are you okay? Wait for me. Our family will be reunited soon."
"Yuan'er, I have a grandson... Oh, this little guy's mental strength is not bad. He has gained part of his own cultivation experience, and his cultivation path should be much easier in the future." The woman in green looked deeply through the distant place. From a distance, he looked at the little boy in front of him through the portrait.
Yi Yuan suddenly felt a little flustered, feeling like he was being watched from head to toe. Is this an illusion? He stared at the portrait, raising his head slightly. The eyes in the portrait seemed to be smiling at him, and suddenly his heart kept beating: "You can't see me, you can't see me."
"Xiaochen, wait for me. I am now at the peak of Xuzhou refining and only one step away from the Hedao realm. I believe we will meet again soon." The woman in green on the top of the mountain whispered softly and slowly looked back. , his thoughts gradually calmed down, and his whole body slowly blended into this small world, misty and uncertain.
"Zheng'er, you asked me before whose portrait this is, and I don't want to say more. Now things have changed, and while I'm still awake, I'll tell you: This is your mother's portrait, which she left behind when she left. Her breath remains." After a long time, Mr. Yi looked at the portrait and said seriously.
"When I get old and confused, I'll probably give up. I don't want her to see me getting old."
"Whether we see her or not, she will always stay in my heart until the day she passes away." Mr. Yi said to himself seriously.
"When you become old and confused, you don't know if you can survive until then. In more than ten years, your divine will has faded so much that you have already retreated from the peak of foundation building to the early stage of foundation building. It will take about thirty years at most. After the thoughts have dissipated, it is estimated that death is not far away."
"The old man is now over eighty years old. With his innate state, he can live for at least more than forty years. He will live longer than himself. How can he be old and stupid?" Yi Zheng secretly cursed.
He walked to the desk obediently and bowed silently three times. Yi Zheng was also filled with emotions. Although he had already speculated in his mind, now that it had become a reality, he couldn't help but feel sad for a while.
When I was a child, I often saw my father closing his eyes and meditating under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree. It turned out that he was missing his mother.
"When I was young, I entered the innate realm at the age of eighteen or nineteen. Once I went deep into Funiu Mountain and picked a ten-thousand-year-old ginseng. When I was happy, a woman in green fell from the sky and was seriously injured and fainted."
"I didn't think much about it at the time, so I took her home. After taking off the veil, I was shocked: she is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life, and she is also the woman who makes me most excited. I know I like her. .”
"When she woke up, she was helped by ten thousand-year-old ginseng, and her body recovered after several years of cultivation. During this period, we fell in love with each other and finally came together."
"Those ten years were the most unforgettable and happiest moments in my life, and then I had you two brothers."
"I also knew about the path of cultivation at that time. Unfortunately, I have no qualifications for cultivation, and I will only live to be a hundred and twenty years old in my lifetime."
"When you were five years old, I knew that I could no longer restrict your mother's cultivation path. She always wanted to spend her eternal life on the path of cultivation, while I could only spend a lifetime of prosperity and loneliness in the mortal world."
"Your mother left after all. She told me: Someone will take you to practice when you are thirteen years old, and then leave this portrait and three incense sticks. She told me that after lighting the incense, she will feel it. arrive."
"The moment she turned around and stepped onto the flying sword, a drop of tear fell under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree. I knew she couldn't let me go, and I couldn't let her go either."
"She just left like this... When you were thirteen, I lit the incense that summoned the gods. I knew she sensed it. At that moment, I cried happily for a long time. Soon after, a woman in red came with me. You go practice."
