But Zhao Ling'er is still happy, she knows that when Xianggong was taken out for three days, he would often say in his dreams when he came back, Linggen, no Linggen, and other words, that sad tone, she felt bitter in her heart, but at least Xianggong was still very good to herself, this is enough, although it has been many years, there are still no heirs, but the two who are proficient in pharmacology have checked their bodies and have not found any problems, which can only be attributed to the fact that the time has not come. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

And time passed slowly in such days, decades passed, Lin Xuan and Zhao Ling'er still had no heirs, and finally the husband and wife gave up this idea, and it was decades, when Lin's father and Lin mother were already in their twilight, Lin Xuan was already at the age of sixties.

The fisherman in the village was already Zhao Erlang's son.

"Xianggong, are you carving wood carvings again?" A woman with a silver thread in her hair walked back to the courtyard with dried herbs, and saw Lin Xuan sitting there, constantly carving a wood carving with a carving knife.

Since ten years ago, Zhao Linger found that her husband didn't know why, but he was constantly carving the wood carving, as if he had something on his mind. But she was smart and never asked her husband why she carved wood carvings, she just quietly did what she had to do, laundry, cooking, drying herbs, and doing all the work that Lin Xuan's mother did back then, and Lin Xuan had become the Lin doctor in the village. "Well, come, take a look, does this look like it, doesn't it look like the wood carving I picked up?" Lin Xuan told his wife about the fact that he had once obtained a wood carving in the belly of a fish.

Zhao Ling'er took it in her hand, observed it carefully, and after a while, said seriously, "It's still not quite like it." "Well, it's not quite like it, so I'll continue to carve tomorrow." “

With a hint of a smile, Lin Xuan looked at his wife, hugged her in his arms, and sat on the rattan chair together, watching the sunset.

Three years later, when Lin's father died, Lin Xuan cried silently all night, keeping his vigil for three days and three nights.

For another three years, Lin's mother died, Lin Xuan cried silently all night, and kept the vigil for three days and three nights.

Spring goes to autumn, and flowers bloom.

Lin Xuan is already eighty-six years old at the moment, and he has become the elder and wise man in the village, he tells those dolls books, reads, and tells the story of Taoyuan Village.

Another fifteen years have passed, and Zhao Linger is already 100 years old at this moment, but it is also the time when her life has come to an end.

Zhao Ling'er, who couldn't see what she looked like when she was young, raised her somewhat dim eyes and looked at her husband, her hands were no longer delicate, but she grabbed Lin Xuan's hand. "Xianggong" and "Ling'er" Lin Xuan silently wept. "Xianggong, I am very happy in my life, I have no regrets, you do what you have to do, Xianggong. Two lines of tears hung on Zhao Ling'er's cheeks, looking at Lin Xuan, still like the kind of admiration when they got married.

Lin Xuan raised his head, his hand trembled slightly, but he didn't say much, he held his wife's hand tightly and looked at his wife.

"Xianggong, before you are forty years old, you will dream every month and a half, in the dream, you will sometimes murmur to yourself, I have listened to it in my heart, after the age of forty, Xianggong, you began to carve the wood carving, at first it was not like it, in fact, it was already exactly the same later, but I said it was not like, and you still followed me to say that it was not like"

With a slight chok, Zhao Ling'er gently stroked Lin Xuan's old cheek with her hand, "Xianggong, I know it's very similar, in fact, you also know it, right? You don't want to see me say it, right?"

Lin Xuan looked at his wife, who had been together day and night for more than eighty years, nodded lightly, and the tears that fell fell on the hands of the two. "I have known since more than fifty years ago, Xianggong, you are an immortal, right? You are the same as the young man of your same clan who came to my Taoyuan Village more than fifty years ago, the person named Lin Han, they are all immortals, right? I know it, Xianggong, sometimes when you meditate cross-legged in the middle of the night, although my body is asleep, my heart is awake, I can feel it. I also know the elixir after you have conditioned your father-in-law and mother-in-law, and I also know that you comb the meridians for me, Xianggong. ”

Zhao Ling'er was lying on the bed, and the afterglow was spilling from the window, quietly like a layer of colorful clothes.

"Ling'er, you know, why don't you question me?" Lin Xuan looked at his wife with a choked voice, after so many years, he thought that he had been suffering silently, but he didn't expect his wife to know.

"We are husband and wife, we have shared the same bed for so many years, how could I not know. A light smile hung on Zhao Ling'er's face, even though her face was already full of wrinkles, she could vaguely see the cleverness and liveliness of the year.

"Xianggong, let me see if your appearance is good before leaving, I know, you must not be this appearance, you are an immortal. Zhao Ling'er looked at Lin Xuan and spoke softly.

"Okay, Ling'er, Xianggong will promise you everything. ”

Gently changing, Lin Xuan's withered old face gradually became younger, and finally fixed on the appearance when he got married, tall, a little thin, but his eyes were deep and bright, with a hint of delicate cheeks, full of sadness at the moment, and those deep eyes were full of the struggle of parting.

"Xianggong, Ling'er is leaving, Xianggong, you have to be good. Zhao Ling'er slowly closed her eyes.

Lin Xuan's tears kept falling, and he said softly, "You won, heart demon." "Truly, I didn't expect that more than fifty years ago, you had already woken up to the illusion, but you easily killed me, but you didn't, but continued to live in the illusion like this, and lived until now. “

A voice came from the void.

"I have a heavy treasure, you are my inner demon naturally knows, the first time I got the wood carving, it is the treasure to remind me, this is an illusion, but I have not heard of it, I will wake up in a dream in the middle of the night every month, but it is also a constant warning to me, this is in the illusion, but I did not believe it, when you conjured up the Lin clan people to take me to the county, to participate in the opening of the mountain gate, I only knew the cultivation of the truth, but I did not have a spiritual root, not chosen, and then every time in the dream, I became more and more real to know the cultivation of the truth, when I believed that the dream was the real thing, the wood carving finally manifested a wisp of fluctuations, and I was able to re-cultivate the spiritual power。 ”

"Then why didn't you just kill me at that time and break the game?" the voice in the void came.

"The son wants to raise but the parent is not there, I want to give my father and mother, and I don't want to be the wife who faces each other day and night, and finally go through the rest of the years alone. ”