Qiong Yi was lying on the counter of Yaoshantang, flipping through a newly bought story book in his hand. Sheng Xuanyuan checked the patient's pulse in the front hall, wrote a prescription, and ordered the apprentice to grab the medicine. Qiong Yi slowly and leisurely Wrinkling his nose, he leaned against the counter and yawned.
She has no interest in medical skills. She only knows a few acupuncture points, recognizes a few medicinal materials, and can occasionally help with a few medicines. Most of the time she just reads and relaxes, or meditates to practice Qi.
When the sky darkens and the medicine hall closes, Sheng Xuanyuan will wave to her. Qiong Yi holds the cakes and fruits she bought today and holds his hand, and the two of them walk back together.
As time passed, Qiong Yi visited every part of Jingning Town.
She is a deceased body and cannot give birth to a new life. Sheng Xuanyuan doesn't care much. For him, having her is enough. In addition, he has seen too many women suffering during pregnancy and going through hell alive, and he doesn't want to let her go. She passed. This way, she would save herself the trouble of practicing double cultivation.
Qiong Yi is now a monk at the Transformation level. When she broke through again, she lost the opportunity and lost her skills. Her spiritual cultivation level is extremely high, but her true energy has not improved much. Maybe she has practiced back and forth and lost her foundation at a young age.
Sheng Xuanyuan bent his steps to condense his Qi, unable to break through the realm and advance to the next level. His very bones were destroyed by him. It was a rare thing for him to reach his current level of cultivation. Although he is at a low level, his swordsmanship is rare in the world. He rarely draws his sword and takes action. Most of the time, he can solve troubles by twisting a magic formula.
The pomegranate tree in the yard was bearing fruit, and Qiong Yi was eating the oranges on hand while controlling her soul to turn into fruit. Sheng Xuanyuan smiled helplessly when he saw her leisurely, and sat next to her.
There are not many ghosts in the town, and there are few undead souls that need to be transformed. Qiong Yi's soul-inducing bell has not been useful for a long time.
"Sheng Jin." Qiong Yi fed the orange in his hand into his mouth: "After the New Year, let's go for a long walk."
"Okay." Sheng Xuanyuan frowned in pain, took the orange segment she wanted to feed, and stuffed it into her mouth.
Qiong Yi was so upset that she said, "Hey!"
She took back the ghost, pulled him to sit down, straddled Sheng Xuanyuan's legs, and said, "Actually, I still want to find the method of reincarnation."
Sheng Xuanyuan knew that she was still alive in this body because of the evil curse, so he said, "I don't want to."
"Why?" Qiong also understood: "You don't want me to leave?"
"Um."
"How could that happen?" Qiong also picked his chin: "I'm sure I will still look like this before you get old. I'm just afraid that the curse will reach its limit and we will never have another life."
"Do you believe in an afterlife?"
Qiong also shook his head: "I don't believe it."
Sheng Xuanyuan didn't believe it either.
"This life is enough, don't expect the next life." She said.
*
Sheng Xuanyuan left with her anyway. He liked to see the twinkle in Qiong Yi's eyes. She was always more comfortable traveling around than staying in the yard.
The Donglai seaside is extremely open, Qiong did not comb her hair, she opened her arms to face the sea breeze, her long hair was blown by the wind, her eyebrows were smiling in the curly hair, her almond-shaped eyes were half-bent, and she looked at him infatuatedly. .
Sheng Xuanyuan's sleeves flew up and when he saw that her shoes were wet, he simply took off his shoes and walked on the beach. He stretched out his hand and asked her, "Do you want to carry it?"
"of course yes."
Qiong also climbed on his back, vaguely remembering that she had been carried by him across the long seashore when she traveled to the East China Sea.
At that time, she also sent all the beautiful shells she picked up to A Luo.
Sheng Xuanyuan asked about these things, but paper could not contain the fire. One day Qiong would also know that Zhu Yunluo had passed away. She knew it, and she knew it when she was in the most painful time.
Qiong Yi lay on Sheng Xuanyuan's back and hugged his neck. After knowing that her sister had left a daughter, she secretly ran to Baifeng Mountain to see Ping'er, but she didn't know that Ping'er had been weak since he was a child and had no chance of surviving at such a young age. She died of illness when she was just over ten years old, and she was not able to even see Zhu Yunluo's flesh and blood.
She didn't know how Sheng Zijing faced this. She just heard that he never remarried and lived alone.
Qiong also sighed.
Sheng Xuanyuan didn't know why she sighed, but Qiong also said it was nothing.
Then he said: "Sheng Jing, didn't you say you are still in contact with Su Ye? Is he doing well?"
"You should be happy to take care of your old age and have a house full of children and grandchildren."
In the past year, shortly after Sheng Xuanyuan faked his death, Su Ye came to Luoyao several times to visit him. He didn't believe that his friend had really committed suicide due to his crime.
Sheng Xuanyuan was blind and insensible at that time. He did not contact his close friend immediately. Instead, he was rescued by people from Jiangtang Medical Center. After the rumors from the outside world subsided and he gradually adapted to the dark life, he began to write letters to him.
When Su Ye met Sheng Xuanyuan again, he already had a family and had become the head of the clan of Su Ze's lineage. They met old friends again, shared their sorrows, and both felt that things were different and people were different.
Now the person in charge of Yichuan is Su Ye's grandson. Su Ye has raised his son and resigned early to take a leisurely life.
"He still has the same character." Qiong Yi said with a smile.
"Su Ye's current cultivation level is much higher than that of you and me."
Qiong also nodded: "After all, I am the 'No. 1 Sword in the World'. I am just a spirit warrior that everyone fears. You are a vagabond who practices medicine everywhere. It is normal that you cannot compare to the ancestor who is one of the guardians of the clan."
Sheng Xuanyuan lifted her up a little and thought to himself: This person is really open-minded.
"Is Su Ye's hair still black? Does he have a beard?" Qiong Yi asked: "I heard that older people will look less majestic if they don't grow a beard. Sheng Kyung, do you want to grow one in the future?"
Sheng Xuanyuan was speechless: "We can disguise ourselves and visit him in Su's Mansion another day." He added, "If you like a beard, I can grow it too."
Qiong Yi reached out from behind and touched his chin: "It doesn't hurt, but I like it."
Sheng Xuanyuan lowered his head and took a peck on her palm.
Qiong also pursed her lips and smiled, putting her head on his shoulder.
*
Qiong Yi's house in Donglai was overgrown with weeds. She took the deed to the bank and sold it, making a net profit of 800 taels of silver compared to when she bought it. It also saved the homeless from having to climb over the wall and climb the yard to live in the house. Carrying the banknote, Qiong Yi brought Sheng Xuanyuan to the most luxurious restaurant in the city, and said generously: "I'll treat you today, whatever you want."
Sheng Xuanyuan was not polite and ordered a lot of food. When the dishes were served, Qiong also lamented that it was really strange that he spent a lot of money practicing medicine outside.
Sheng Xuan complained: "Because you don't have to give to the poor. If you meet the rich, you just kill them."
Qiong Yi curled her lips, so she robbed the rich and gave to the poor.
After having enough wine and food, we went to the inn to rest, but we heard that this inn, which was not doing well, was a bit awkward and strange things happened frequently.
The two looked at each other and realized the problem.
Qiong also found the troublemaker, gave it two slaps to wake it up, and transformed it easily. Sheng Xuanyuan listened to the ringing of the soul-inducing bell and watched her cast a spell to transfer the soul. Under the shining white light, her expression was soft and her face was like a magnolia. It's like an immortal who came from this world.
Sheng Xuanyuan's heart was pounding, his mood was as white as hers, no matter how many times he looked at each other, his heart would still be moved. There would never be another Qiong Yi in the vast world.
Qiong also stopped her technique and chuckled: "Speaking of which, I was afraid of ghosts in the past, but it was Sheng Jin who saved me."
Sheng Xuanyuan didn't say anything, he leaned against the wall and kissed her lips. Qiong Yi breathed out softly, but before his voice left her lips, he blocked her voice. She didn't know why Sheng Xuanyuan suddenly acted like this. She was confused in the deep kiss, and he Stopping next to her ear, he caressed her cheek gently.
"The person being transferred." He opened his lips and said, "It's me."
