The old man lying flat in the room was warming himself by the stove. Suddenly I felt something in my heart. I got up and came to the yard. Snowflakes were dancing and the sweet-scented osmanthus tree was already covered with snow.
Go straight through the arch, and the door of the ancestral hall is wide open. A woman in red was quietly staring at the portrait on the wall.
The old man suddenly felt a little hesitant and didn't know how to speak.
The still young and outrageous figure in front of him deeply stimulated his soul. Fifty-six years have passed, and Mu Qing should look like the woman in red, but now that she is very old and has beautiful face and white hair, how can she be worthy of her graceful figure?
The old man became extremely unconfident and stood tremblingly in the wind and snow, unwilling to speak for a long time. After a while, his body was covered with a thin layer of white snow, standing still like a sculpture in the cold air.
In the Yi family ancestral hall, the woman in red finally turned around. Her graceful figure, beautiful face under the veil, and eyes without a trace of human fireworks, stared at the old man in the wind and snow. From his old face, you can still vaguely see what he looked like when he was young.
I haven't seen him for more than fifty years. The handsome man who was full of valor and dared to love and hate is now old and gray-haired. He looks so helpless, so inferior and pitiful in the wind and snow!
"Sister Mu: Is this the result you want?" The woman in red sighed secretly.
Heaven and earth were silent. The wind and snow have never subsided year after year, and they have never been late.
The woman in red felt that if it were herself, she would definitely not choose this situation. If you pursue the path of immortality wholeheartedly, you must not let your children's affairs lead to any flaws in your thoughts. However, Sister Mu's cultivation progressed incredibly fast. Even though she was extremely talented, she was not so fast, and her own qualifications were not inferior to hers. Instead, she had just reached the peak of god transformation, which was a whole level different from hers.
How can you explain how to cultivate so fast despite being merciful in the world?
The woman in red's heart fluctuated for a moment, then calmed down. Forget it, everyone has their own destiny, and the path of cultivation that suits her may not suit me.
What's more, I really don't want to face such a scene, so I'd better stick to my own plan. There will always be a day when my cultivation level catches up.
"Come in!" The woman in red opened her mouth softly.
The old man's heart trembled, his figure trembled, the snow on his body fell into the mortal world, and he walked into the ancestral hall in high spirits. He wanted to show his spirit and prove to the people in front of him that he was still the same person who dared to love and hate.
"I haven't seen you for forty-eight years, but the fairy is still graceful and graceful, which makes me ashamed." The old man replied calmly. In fact, he really wanted to ask about Su Muqing's current situation, but unfortunately he couldn't say anything.
"You remember the time clearly, and you also know the purpose of my coming today. However, I still advise you to let it go when it's time to let it go. So what if you are thinking about it? Sister Mu and you are just a beautiful encounter after all. Give up, she has gone a long way, and you will never be able to keep up." The woman in red understood what Yi Chen meant, but she still wanted to persuade him: she wanted him to give up and throw away his unrealistic ideas. By this time, it was impossible for them to get together.
The old man straightened his body and learned a little bit about Mu Qing's current situation from the woman in red.
She should have taken a step further in her spiritual practice. Although the details are not clear, this is the only good news she has heard in decades, and she is secretly happy in her heart.
As for asking him to give up, that's impossible. If you give up the only qualification to miss her, what's the point of life? What's the point of living?
Even if I will go back in the future, even if I can't see each other again, I will still miss him in my heart: the sweetheart who makes me dream about him!
Looking at Yi Chen's firm expression, the woman in red knew that no matter how much she said, she could not dispel his thoughts, so she stopped talking, turned around and continued to stare at the portrait on the wall.
More than fifty years ago, when Sister Mu found her, she told him everything. In her words, she was unforgettable about him, reluctant to say goodbye, and told her not to tell anyone. Finally, I asked myself: I will go to Funiu Town in eight years to pick up her child to practice at the Shangqing Sect. Unless Yi Zheng reaches the Nascent Soul stage, don't tell him where I am practicing.
Although the woman in red was surprised, she agreed directly. The two sisters have been friends for hundreds of years. They have been through life and death many times. They have helped each other and fought against the enemy together, leaving behind countless legends. A friendship that no amount of time can erase, and I will not refuse my sister's request.
The woman in red also mentioned to her sister: There is a difference between immortals and mortals, so she should put aside her worldly affairs and concentrate on her practice. Sister Mu was very determined and told herself that this was the path she wanted to take and the disaster she had to face.
Later, the woman in red stopped persuading her, and Sister Mu said goodbye and left.
Eight years passed in a hurry, and he took Yi Zheng to the Shangqing Sect to practice as promised. Now forty-eight years have passed.
The sound of staggering footsteps came, and Yi Zheng, who had some gray hair on his temples, walked into the ancestral hall and knelt down in front of the woman in red: "Aunt! I..."
The woman in red was annoyed, turned around, raised her hand and slapped him. When his palm was about to fall on Yi Zheng's face, it turned into a gentle caress, and the gray hair fell from his fingertips. Then he let out a long sigh, stared at it for a moment, and then said slowly: "Xiao Zheng! You Get up, I don’t blame you.”
Yi Zheng stood up, wiped the tears from his eyes, and kowtowed three times to his mother's portrait. However, he stood aside and whispered, "Auntie, Zheng'er has missed you so much for so many years."
"Really? Then why didn't you send me a message earlier? If it weren't for Yuan'er's cultivation qualifications, you wouldn't even be planning to contact me." The woman in red frowned slightly, stared at Yi Zheng and said slowly, just now The hand that was lowered wanted to raise it again.
"Auntie! Zheng'er's Dantian has been damaged and his vitality has dissipated. I can't contact you. I can only miss you silently in my heart. When Yuan'er starts to practice, why don't I contact you right away?" Yi Zheng said with a bitter look and quickly told the truth. He was not afraid of being punished. , the woman in red in front of him is like a mother to him. Even if he was punished, he would be happy with it and would only be grateful in his heart. Otherwise, with his own cultivation qualifications, how could he have practiced to the foundation-building stage in just over thirty years.
The woman in red didn't care, she was just pretending. At this moment, his brows were relaxed and he looked at Yi Zheng, whose temples were a little gray. After all, he had been secretly taking care of him for more than thirty years, and he really couldn't bear to deal with it. Then he frowned again and slowly said, "What's going on with Yuan'er in your mouth?"
