After traveling through wind and rain for more than a month, Lingchu and Qingkong landed in a deserted place on the outskirts of a small town in the south of the Yangtze River.
Looking up, he saw the looming small town in the distance. Lingchu lowered his head and looked at the life card in his hand, then put it in his sleeve after holding it for a while.
The clear sky has been flying for more than a month. Even at the golden elixir realm, the spiritual power in the body is not exhausted, but the mind is a little tired.
He yawned loudly, shook his head, jumped up, and transformed into a petite snow-white cat with different eyes in mid-air, landing lightly on Lingchu's shoulder.
Lingchu's calm eyes revealed a touch of softness, and he rubbed Qingkong's little head.
In order to rush on the road and avoid trouble, Lingchu's spiritual power circulated in his body, and his whole body's spiritual power fluctuated. He used a blind method and flew towards the city.
It was noon, it was starting to fall after the rain, and not many people were going out. Lingchu used a blind trick to avoid disturbing a single mortal, and within a few breaths, he followed the scent of the fate card and arrived in front of a courtyard.
There were faint voices of conversation in my ears, men and women, so strange yet so familiar.
The small wooden door made Lingchu, the Jindan master, hesitate a little.
When the conversation in the courtyard gradually subsided, Lingchu finally took a deep breath and knocked on the wooden door slowly.
"Tuk! Tuk! Tuk!"
The knock on the door was slow but firm.
Hearing the footsteps approaching inside the door, he watched the wooden door slowly open in front of him.
There are many traces of time added to the familiar faces. Compared with many years ago, the eyes are no longer as light as they used to be.
It was as heavy as an ancient well with no waves in the deep pool.
The moment he saw Lingchu, He Heyi was startled. He looked around Lingchu's face, and waves suddenly appeared in Gu Jing's eyes.
A look of surprise appeared on He Yi's face.
After several expression changes, He Yi only had a touch of understanding and relief on his face.
"You're here," He Yi laughed, looking at the girl in front of him who was a little girl now, with a touch of nostalgia in his eyes, "Yes, after so many years, when you grow up, it's still the same. nice."
Lingchu also looked at the handsome and energetic Uncle He back then. Although his face was still handsome now, his eyes were no longer as energetic as before.
The thoughts in his heart were complicated, but Lingchu still smiled and said, "Uncle He, I'm back."
came back.
He Heyi was stunned for a moment, then smiled heartily and said, "It's good that you're back. I hope you're safe."
He had no wife or children in his life. After so many years, Lingchu was considered a child that he had raised for a few years, and he could barely be considered a child that he watched grow up, and he was filled with emotion in his heart.
Lingchu had no family or relatives. He looked around and saw that apart from the Sanqing Dao Sect, Huan Niang, Lao Dao, and Uncle He, there were only a few elders.
"Although I have never really set foot in the world of cultivation, I also know the dangers of this world. I haven't seen you for so many years, and Huan Niang is always talking about you. I have watched you grow up, so it is a good thing that you are safe."
He Yi led Lingchu deeper into the courtyard. The look on his face was a rare relief during this period of time.
He understood that Huan Niang treated Ling Chu as her own child from the bottom of her heart. Over the years, Huan Niang would say a few words about Ling Chu during every festival.
Worrying about whether she is living well outside, whether she is eating well, whether she has encountered any danger, how tall she has grown, how beautiful she has become...
Now that her life is approaching, Huan Niang has persisted for so long. Yi Wei doesn't know where she is waiting for Lingchu.
Waiting to see you for the last time.
At least I could say goodbye properly.
During these days, He Heyi was looking forward to Lingchu's arrival, but also didn't want Lingchu to come so soon.
Deep in the courtyard, there is still the lotus leaf pond, and in the small pavilion beside the pond, there is still the stunning woman lying leisurely on the bamboo rocking chair.
In front of the Moon Gate, He Yi stopped and let Lingchu go in alone.
Huan Niang felt waves of fatigue coming to her heart. She lay quietly on the rocking chair, smelling the fragrance of lotus leaves and lotus flowers. Her hands on the rocking chair were soft and soft.
After chatting briefly with He Yi, Huan Niang felt a strong sense of powerlessness welling up in her heart. She just closed her eyes and tried to open them again, but her eyelids seemed as heavy as a thousand stones.
Light footsteps approached slowly, and the familiar scent of lotus dew lingered on the tip of my nose.
Huan Niang's curled eyelashes trembled, and there was a surge of excitement in her heart. She guessed who it was.
Because of this guess, Huan Niang's closed eyelashes trembled slightly, but she couldn't open her eyes.
Then, she felt her soft hands touch another pair of warm and soft hands.
A faint but warm current slowly flowed through her dry and weak body.
It actually gave Huan Niang some strength in her tired and exhausted body.
Even the rouge could not conceal the pale complexion, which turned rosy.
The eyelashes trembled slightly again, but this time, Huan Niang opened her eyelids easily.
Soft light poured in, Huan Niang looked sideways, and a delicate and fair young face came into view.
The facial features are exquisite and beautiful, and the outline is so familiar. The familiar little face from many years ago slowly emerged in my heart.
Layers of smiles appeared on Huan Niang's face. She was as beautiful as before, but there were faint fine lines appearing at the corners of her eyes.
The Dingyan Pill can retain the appearance of the past, but it cannot erase the traces left by time.
"When you grow up, it's exactly like what I imagined."
Huan Niang raised her hand and caressed Lingchu's eyebrows. There was a warm smile at the corners of her eyes, as if she was looking at her own child.
She is like duckweed, but she wants to cover up the small, weak child she was.
When that child thrived, her heart was filled with joy.
Lingchu's eyes were slightly hot, but he smiled brightly.
"Well, I have grown up, but unfortunately I am still not as beautiful as you."
One sentence made Huan Niang smile even more.
A woman, no matter what her age, always likes to be praised.
"This little mouth is just as sweet as when I was little."
Huan Niang remembered that Lingchu's eloquent mouth attracted Huan Niang's attention when she was a child.
Lingchu also remembered his childhood and couldn't help but laugh.
"Peace is good enough."
Huan Niang pulled Lingchu and checked it up and down carefully, smiling softly.
Lingchu held Huan Niang's hand, and felt the increasingly weak vitality in Huan Niang's body with her fingertips. Her heart was ups and downs, but there was no emotion shown on her face.
He just smiled obediently, allowed Huan Niang to pull him, and answered Huan Niang's questions one by one without any impatience.
As the sky grew late, the spiritual power that Lingchu injected into Huan Niang's body gradually dissipated. Huan Niang's body was exhausted, and even if she was hung with spiritual power, it was in vain.
Lingchu spent half a month with Huan Niang in this small courtyard in the south of the Yangtze River.
And Huan Niang's body was gradually reaching its end in these days.
It was a moonlit night with few stars, the insects were chirping and the flowers were fragrant, and everything was so peaceful.
Still in the same small pavilion, Huan Niang, who has lost three points of weight, is still very beautifully dressed, dyed with dandelion, painted red lips, and ordered flower hazelnuts.
Holding Lingchu's hand, "Have you ever regretted it in all these years?"
The voice is thin and the smile is gentle.
Lingchu pondered for a moment and shook his head firmly, "I don't regret it."
Huan Niang looked at Lingchu's eyes that seemed to be filled with starlight, with a soft smile on her lips and clear brows.
"It is the most rare thing for a person to live this life without regrets."
As he said that, he looked at Lingchu's face softly, and then glanced at He Yi lightly, who seemed to be standing still.
Immediately, the light in her eyes gradually dimmed.
Until there is no sound.
The stars and rivers outside the pavilion are bright, and the sound of wind inside the pavilion is stagnant.
