The faint blue phosphorus fire floats beside the graves in the mountains, disappearing and appearing, rising and falling with the strange late autumn wind.
Two figures, one tall and one short, were walking on the road. The mountain wind was howling, and they could vaguely hear their conversation: "Grandma, do you know about Tianmu Kingdom?"
"Tianmu Kingdom?"
"Yes, that is Qi Guo today."
"It is rumored that many years ago it was called Tianmu Kingdom, and the country was very powerful, but it disappeared later. It is said that the king of the country at that time was cruel and cruel. He killed Zhongliang, attracted the immortals from the sky, and split the main hall with a sword."
The young man's voice was filled with excitement and yearning: "Are there really immortals in this world?"
Qing Le stopped, the mountain wind ruffled her pale hair, and her black robe rustled fiercely: "Do you want to become an immortal?"
The young man scratched his head and chuckled: "Who doesn't want to become an immortal?"
Mountains of different heights are silently rooted in the land. Under the sky, a young man is dressed in shabby gray clothes and wearing straw sandals. He touched his belly and said: "I heard that immortals drink dew and don't need to eat. If you become an immortal, , I don’t have to be hungry anymore.”
Qing Le was speechless for a while, then raised her hand and patted his head: "Okay."
The young man was stunned: "Huh?"
The old man stopped talking and walked in front with a cane. The young man was stunned for a while and quickly followed.
The night sky was filled with stars, and the late autumn wind and dampness were bone-chilling. They walked for half an hour before they saw a small village hidden deep in the mountains. The dog barked at the sound, and they walked to the end of the village.
crunch,
The ancient courtyard door opens,
Qing Le followed him in. The courtyard was not big. There was a large vat at the door of the kitchen on the east side. The paint on the door was peeling off. Weeds were growing in the corners and insects were chirping.
The young boy squatted on the ground to pry for a long time and took out a key: "Grandma, come in."
As the young man said, the situation in the house was desolate, with only one bed, a wardrobe, and a few benches. They were so simple and unpopular. It was already getting late, so the two of them tidied up casually and took a rest.
Although the boy was young, he insisted on sleeping on the floor and gave the bed to Qing Le.
The moon was at the top of the sky, and the little boy was already asleep. Qingle suddenly opened his eyes, sat up, and looked at the ground. Under the cold moonlight, the boy was curled up in a small ball.
She got out of bed, walked over, opened her consciousness to explore——
"No spiritual roots?"
Qingle didn't believe in evil, so she couldn't help but take the test again, and there was still no spiritual root... She sighed, turned back to the bed and lay down.
From this point on, the old man and the young man began to live together.
No matter where the boy went this time, Qing Le insisted on staying by his side. The boy said, "I'm old, I don't need to take care of him." The smile on his lips never stopped.
Eight years old, to eighteen years old; eighteen years old, to twenty-eight years old.
Qing Le still has the same old face, but his body is very strong. Even if a gangster wants to cause trouble on the street, he can lift him up with one hand.
Because of her old and immortal state, the two of them had to change places several times in the past twenty years.
Chang Ting, the young man, couldn't help laughing: "Grandma, do you think you are a spirit who cultivated in the mountains? Or are you an immortal from this world?"
At twenty-eight, he is no longer a teenager.
The man was tall and mighty, handsome in appearance, with piercing eyes and strong muscles in his arms. When he walked on the street, he always made girls and wives hide their faces and smile.
Qingle couldn't help but ask him: "Why don't you get a wife?"
Chang Ting twisted his neck, kicked his legs, and punched left and right in the courtyard, saying, "Why do you want to marry me? No."
Qing Le didn't ask anymore, she thought that it was okay. In the past, he never lived past thirty. If he married a wife, wouldn't he harm the girl?
It’s better to wait until you’re thirty before it’s too late.
But Qing Le didn't expect that despite all the precautions she took, Chang Ting would still die on her thirtieth birthday.
That day happened to be the Lantern Festival, and the street was bustling with people. He forced her to put on the fox mask, and then dragged her away... The sword struck, and the young man stood in front of her.
Everything was silent, Qing Le only felt a buzzing in his ears and couldn't hear anything.
The young man wanted to say something, opened his mouth, and blood poured out of his mouth... Qingle covered his wound, and spiritual power continued to pour into his body.
But this body is like a funnel full of holes, and the spiritual power escapes as soon as it enters.
Changting closed his eyes: "Don't waste your efforts, it's useless."
He suddenly twitched the corner of his mouth and looked at her: "I want to see you, is that okay?"
Qing Le did not speak, but the white hair on his head turned black inch by inch, and his wrinkled skin became fair and tender again. A cold and pure face appeared in front of him. Chang Ting was slightly surprised: "So, you look like this. .”
"very nice."
Sighing and closing his eyes.
Qingle: "..."
She stayed there in a daze until someone from the government came, then she staggered up and walked step by step out of the city with the man in her arms... She buried the man in the courtyard, locked the door, and turned around to leave.
Small towns, villages, mountains, temples,
The old woman was riding an old horse, walking in the mountains, passing by a village, and took away a little guy with a slug among a group of playing children.
Spring passes and autumn comes,
Peach blossoms are red one after another.
A twenty-five-year-old young man, dressed in official uniform, strolled leisurely among the blooming spring flowers: "Grandma, which daughter's house across the street do you think is more beautiful?"
Qing Le pursed her lips and said nothing, but the little maid couldn't help but said, "I think the girl from Mr. Li's wife's family is very beautiful."
The young man laughed loudly and tapped the maid's head with his folding fan: "Xiao Yu'er still has a good sense."
The next day,
An official media came into the house and left after a while.
In the evening, the middle door of Qingle Courtyard was opened, and the young county magistrate came in swinging a folding fan: "Grandma, do you think it is better to marry in April or in June?"
After a happy pause, he stopped the pen in his hand and looked at him.
The county magistrate raised his eyebrows: "How?"
Qing Le shook his head, lowered his eyes, and continued practicing calligraphy: "Everything is fine."
The county magistrate let out a long "Oh", stood up and leaned over: "What is grandma writing? Chang Ting, are you writing my handwriting? Yes, yes... grandma is not happy for me to marry?"
His hand trembled, and ink dripped on the paper.
Qingle paused, tore off the page, and continued to write: "I'm leaving the house tomorrow, and my return date is uncertain. Don't go to a dangerous place."
The county magistrate nodded: "Are you coming back?"
Qingle finally raised her head and looked at him: "I will be back."
The county magistrate then smiled, with his eyes forming crescent moons, and he looked even more handsome in his moon-white robe: "I heard that there is an Immortal Sect recruiting disciples in Taiyuan, and there are also a few people in the county who want to go... Which sect is grandma from?"
There are many peach blossoms planted in the yard, and the peach blossoms are shining brightly.
Qing Le twisted a petal and said, "Shang Yuan Zong."
The county magistrate nodded and rubbed the folding fan with his hand: "Hmm, I haven't heard of it, but I think it must be a big sect. They say that every move of an immortal is related to destiny. Grandma chose me... but what's the reason?"
He smiled and arched his eyebrows: "I've been thinking about it for several years, but I still can't figure it out."
