Xiang Shen was shocked and said sadly, "...when did it happen?"
"six years ago."
Thirteen looked at Xiang Shen with a smile and an unusually calm tone: "Since we said goodbye to Xiang's family, Sister Qinji and I have been staying here in Dushuicheng, thinking that one day we can see you again.
Sister Qinji's cultivation level was slightly higher than mine. She died peacefully at the age of 150. "
With that said, Thirteen groped around the pillow for a while, took out a red jade hairpin, and handed it out: "This hairpin was the most precious to her during her lifetime, and now it has been returned to its original owner."
Xiang Yu stared blankly at the jade hairpin in Thirteen's hand, and his memory was suddenly brought back to the afternoon when the three of them visited the market at the foot of the mountain a hundred years ago.
At that time, she bought this hairpin as a gift to Qinji, just to build a good relationship with him and make it easier to find out about Xiang Hongyu's relationship.
This was not a sincere gift, but it was treasured by Qin Ji throughout his life, and it still shines brightly today, a hundred years later.
Xiang Shu remained silent, took the jade hairpin and held it in his hand.
At first, she didn't like Qinji and was even more wary of it. She just used her as a tool to deal with Xiang Hongyu.
Just because she gave her a little light, she resolutely gave up her original stable life and waded into the muddy water.
"You don't have to blame yourself."
Thirteen comforted softly, "How many people in the world can live to this age like Sister Qinji and me? This life has been wonderful enough for ordinary people like us with dull qualifications, and we will die without regrets." .”
As Thirteen spoke, his eyes became darker and darker, his obsession disappeared, and the vitality dissipating from his body suddenly accelerated.
Xiang Shen's pupils narrowed slightly, and he immediately took out a bottle of Yuanquan and poured it into Shisan's mouth, but Shisan held his wrist and shook his head slightly.
"Miss Shu, I have...lived enough."
Thirteen's eyes were filled with a relieved smile, and he returned to the old name when we first met: "I have made Sister Qinji wait for me for six years, and it's time to go see her."
Xiang Shu squeezed the jade bottle tightly and froze in mid-air. His eyes were red and he said hoarsely, "Can't you stay with me and say a few more words?"
"Miss Shu, you still have a broader world."
Thirteen's tone became softer: "But Sister Qinji, I'm the only one left.
In this life, I am extremely lucky to be able to meet you and sister Qinji at the age of thirteen.
But I... am still greedy... Miss Shu... can you do me one more favor? "
Thirteen's face glowed with the same red light, already in a state of returning to the light.
He grabbed Xiang Shen's hand tightly and stared blankly: "Sister Qinji must be... reincarnated, I think..."
Thirteen was unable to say anything else.
Sadness appeared in Xiang Shen's eyes, and he whispered into the wind.
"I promise you."
Thirteen immediately let go of Xiang Shu's hand, smiled and closed his eyes, and passed away.
The next day, Tiejiang Chen returned to the shop anxiously and limped quickly to the backyard.
When Fengfeng heard the movement, her eyes suddenly lit up and she quickly came out of the house, shouting happily: "Daddy!"
"Fengfeng!"
Tiejiang Chen yelled, and immediately took three steps and two steps at a time, hugged his daughter's small body tightly, and cried bitterly.
"Fengfeng, daddy thought he would never see you again!"
"Fengfeng..."
The man's cry was like a sob in the wind. It was heart-wrenching to hear. Fengfeng also choked with sobs. She gently hugged the back of her father's neck and comforted her like an adult: "Dad, it's okay. Fengfeng is here. Fengfeng is here..."
Tiejiang Chen cried loudly in his daughter's arms, finally pouring out all the fright he had suffered in the past two days and quickly cheered up.
After narrowly escaping from death, he happily cooked a table of dishes, and his temper was much more cheerful than before.
"Dad, you seem to have changed."
Fengfeng held her rice bowl and said whatever she wanted.
"Yea, haha……"
Tiejiang Chen laughed loudly and patted his daughter's little head lovingly, "Dad just figured out something. Life is short.
From now on, Fengfeng can do whatever she wants, and her father will not stop her. "
"real?!"
Fengfeng's eyes lit up, "Then you promised me to learn the sword?"
"Learn! Whatever Fengfeng wants to learn, daddy will teach you."
In the past, Tiejiang Chen still abided by his ancestral precepts, and sword skills were passed down from male to female. Now... screw his ancestral precepts!
He just wanted to do everything he could to fulfill his daughter's wishes while he was alive.
"Also, if you want to visit Grandpa Thirteen next door, dad won't stop you."
When Tiejiang Chen talked about this, his expression was stern, "But you are still not allowed to touch the stove. If you want to cook something, just tell dad and he will cook it."
Tiejiang Chen took the initiative to bring this up, thinking that his daughter would be even happier. Unexpectedly, Fengfeng pursed her lips, her little face looked bleak, and she almost cried.
Tiejiang Chen suddenly felt something was wrong. He got up and went outside to look. Sure enough, he saw that white silk had been hung in front of the door of the yard next door.
"Uncle Thirteen..."
Chen Tiejiang felt heavy in his heart. At the age of thirteen, it was actually not an exaggeration for him to call him grandpa. It was just that the title he used when he was a boy was not so easy to change.
According to his father, Uncle Thirteen had settled in the east of the city during his grandfather's generation and took good care of their blacksmith shop.
My father often said that after a hundred years of ups and downs, if Uncle Thirteen and Aunt Qinji hadn't come to their rescue many times, their family's inheritance would have been cut off long ago.
It's just that in his generation, Uncle Thirteen was getting old, so he took care of Uncle Thirteen more, and over time, he got tired of it.
Now that he had escaped from the gate of hell, his state of mind was completely different. When he saw Bai Ling hanging out, he felt regret surge in his heart.
He turned around and picked up Fengfeng, "Let's go and pay homage to your Thirteenth Grandpa."
Fengfeng had tears in her eyes, sobbed, and nodded.
The neighbor of the blacksmith shop, Widow Wang, was a butcher, and she didn't have many relatives at home. What's more, Thirteen was just an old man who was taken in by Widow Wang. Although white lanterns were hung up, the door was deserted.
Widow Wang was sweeping in front of the door. When she saw Tiejiang Chen coming over with his daughter in his arms, her face immediately dropped: "Chen Laosi, do you still have the nerve to come here to express condolences?!"
Tiejiang Chen put down Fengfeng, his face full of shame, "Sister Wang, what happened back then was all my fault. When Uncle Thirteen passes away, I will always burn a stick of incense."
Widow Wang looked shocked when she heard this, almost thinking that she heard wrongly. Is this what Chen Laosi could say?
Fengfeng scratched her head while listening to the conversation between the two adults.
Grandma Wang has always disliked her father. Is it because of Grandpa Thirteen?
As she was thinking this, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a woman in white walking towards her from the corner of her eye.
After seeing the woman's face clearly, Fengfeng was so shocked that her mouth opened slightly.
What a beautiful sister, just like a fairy!
Widow Wang also saw the woman in white at this moment. She immediately put Chen Tiejiang aside and frowned as she looked at the visitor.
The woman was dressed plainly and elegantly, and her young face exuded an air of aloofness. It was obvious at a glance that she was not from the ordinary people.
Ladylike? Or the jewel of a famous family?
What are these noble-born women doing here?
While Widow Wang was thinking about it, the woman in white had also arrived in front of her. She bowed slightly and said with a smile: "My name is Xiang Shen. She just settled down here and opened a calligraphy workshop."
Widow Wang looked behind her, and sure enough she saw that the lintel of a vacant door across the street had been changed, and there were two big characters written on it, but she didn't recognize either of them.
Tiejiang Chen still recognized a few words, and read out strangely: "Zhuge?"
Shouldn't this little lady, who is good at writing and writing, open this shabby shop to the bustling main street? Come to this corner, don't you think the money is too much?
He had a puzzled look on his face, but then he saw Xiang Shen smile gently again: "I saw the white silk hanging in front of your door this morning. As a neighbor, I came here to express my condolences."
When a guest came to the door, Widow Wang certainly had no reason to stop her. She quickly pulled Fengfeng and invited Xiang Shen in.
Tiejiang Chen was left alone, but he was not annoyed and followed him shamelessly.
Thirteen was lying peacefully in the coffin in the lobby, the lid
Unsealed.
With a solemn expression, Xiang Shu took out an incense stick and lit it, but his consciousness had already flown far away and saw a large family thousands of miles away.
With a cry, the baby fell to the ground.
The girl who looked like a musical instrument cheered for joy and laughed like a silver bell, "Daddy, I have a younger brother!"
Xiang Shen withdrew his consciousness, inserted the incense string into the incense burner, and stared blankly at the big word "Dian" in the mourning hall.
Thirteen's departure also took away the last bonds of the past, and a feeling of loneliness arose from the bottom of his heart.
He was right, cultivation is a lonely road, and emotional bonds... are too luxurious.
He calmly said his condolences to Widow Wang, turned around and left without a trace of nostalgia.
After reincarnation, Qinji and Shisan both have spiritual roots, but she can at most give them a chance and is not prepared to contact them again.
The cause and effect on her is too heavy.
It's not a good thing for anyone to have too much contact with her.
Widow Wang watched Xiang Shu come and go in a hurry, shaking her head secretly.
This little girl is really weird.
After Xiang Shu returned to Zifang, light snow started to fall in the sky, and then it quickly turned into heavy snow.
The sky and earth were dyed white, and everything was silent.
Xiang Shu stood alone by the door, raising his head and quietly watching the snowflakes falling, and suddenly thought of Si Wuyue.
He said he would come out of prison to find her, but now, a hundred years have passed...
Xiang Shu didn't know that as early as fifty years ago, Si Wuyue followed the red thread and found Xiang Shu's location.
But after arriving, Si Wuyue stood in the starry sky, looking at the huge thing across the dim starry sky, his face turned pale as never before.
"here it is……"
Si Wuyue was shocked and had many distracting thoughts in his heart, but in just an instant, he suppressed all the distracting thoughts.
He spread all five fingers of his backhand and grasped it suddenly, destroying the anchor position in an instant.
As this step was not enough, Si Wuyue took out a simple token from the storage ring.
This is an identity token given to him by the clan, and it is also a secret treasure that monitors his every move.
He has been pretending not to know and covering it up with secret methods, so that the messages he sends back are all false.
However, at this moment, without saying a word, he waved his sleeves and blasted out a green mysterious light, causing the ancient token to instantly annihilate into nothingness.
He did not allow any possibility of exposure of this location.
After doing this, Si Wuyue quietly looked at the huge thing in the void, stood there for a long time, and finally sighed sadly and turned into a rainbow and left.
