Since then, Master Huo let Huo Mingguang gradually take over the industry, and Hugong Yimai, as a Wai Dan faction, often needs some medicinal stones and other materials, so Huo Mingguang secretly helped his wife buy entrainments and act as a family thief.

After another three years, Huo Mingguang has been able to support the family industry, and Master Huo's body is not as good as a year, and he has become a coffin.

The nineteen-year-old young man still had a little immaturity between his eyebrows, but his demeanor was calm and graceful. He and his wife, who was tied in a flying fairy bun, sat on the edge of Master Huo's bed, each holding one of his hands.

"Mang'er, Dad can't do it. You are very smart and have done a good job, and I am relieved to hand over my ancestral business to you. ”

Master Huo's face was full of relief, and he had the intention of dying without regrets.

"When people are old, I have no regrets in my life, just go. But you're different, Mang'er, and you have a future. If you can, go for a long life. Of course, if you can't fight, it's nothing, there are tens of millions of people in the world, how many immortals are there? Just live this life well. ”

"Daddy......" Huo Mingguang's expression was flat, and his brows were slightly frowned.

"Oh, by the way, there is a real regret. Where is Lao Tzu's grandson? You've been married for three years, stinky boy, do you want me to make ginseng and bullwhip soup in the kitchen for you to drink?"

Huo Mingguang and Wu Qing'e glanced at each other awkwardly.

"Ahem, what's that, Dad, Qing'e is still too young now, and it's not good for your health to have a child so early. Wait until she's twenty years old, twenty years old. Isn't it true that a late-born child is a good child? Look at me, isn't that a living example?"

"Hmm...... If you want to say that, I can barely accept it. The old man blew his beard angrily. "Anyway, I'm going down to accompany your mother, remember to bring it to our old couple after the child is born. ”

In this era, there is no such thing as a grave with a heavy yin qi, and the Huo family has its own ancestral grave, and it is also to enjoy the shadow of the ancestors.

"Definitely, definitely. ”

"Alright, let's go back. At this time, the subordinates should have taken away all the water balloons in your house. Don't think about going out to buy it secretly, do you hear?! I'm old, but I'm still deaf and clear!"

The husband and wife were kicked out of the door and looked at each other.

"Isn't it really going to be accepted?"

Wu Qing'e sighed.

"Dad does things the right thing, you don't have to think about it. ”

"Okay. Huo Mingguang glanced at the fruits that he had personally fueled his momentum over the years, and nodded secretly: "It's time for them to come in handy." ”

"You're not using it less. ”

"I'm talking about feeding!

"Then you didn't suck less. ”

The little couple noisily returned to the bedroom.

Seven days later, Master Huo died. Huo Mingguang and Wu Qing'e kept vigil for him for seven days.

A year later, Huo Mingguang and Wu Qing'e's daughter was born and named Huo Lingdie.

Five years later, Huo Lingdie died of illness.

When they buried the small coffin in the ancestral grave with their own hands, neither husband nor wife cried.

Wu Qing'e looked at Huo Mingguang, the young man's eyes were blank, his expression was dull, and he was obviously more sad than dead.

"Why aren't you crying, Mingguang?"

"Because...... I've done my best. ”

Huo Mingguang turned his head and gave her a creepy smile.

"Besides, isn't life just about constant loss?"

Huo Mingguang felt unusually calm, as if it was not the first time he had experienced the pain of losing a child. He felt that he should cry, wanted to cry, but he couldn't cry, only the pale ashes of the flame burned out were stationed in his heart, and it was difficult to make waves.

"What about you, Qing'e, why didn't you cry?"

"Because I'll bring the butterflies back with my own hands. ”

The woman stared at the tombstone in front of her, her tone firm.

"You say life is about losing, and I agree. But what is lost, there must be a way to get it back. ”

She turned her head sharply to look at Huo Mingguang.

"Even if you die, I'll drag you back to me. ”

"Good. ”

Huo Mingguang showed a ruthless expression when he was working hard in the business world.

"Whatever you want, I've got your back. ”

"I waited for that day to come. ”

One day, when they were both thirty-seven years old, Wu Qing'e finally felt that this was the end of her cultivation path. If you want to move forward, you can only turn the rod into an immortal, obtain the body of an immortal and then slowly draw it.

The daughter died early, the father only had a vague impression, and the mother died three years ago, Wu Qing'e grew up in Huo Mansion, obsessed with cultivation, and did not have any relatives and friends. In the world, she can't rest assured, and the only person who makes her love is her husband Huo Mang.

But in life, you always have to make a choice.

That night, Wu Qing'e's enthusiasm made Huo Mang suspicious.

"Why are you so proactive today?"

"Our cultivators have enough kidney water, don't worry about these details, the officials are here to play~"

Huo Mingguang shook his head amusedly, untied his clothes, and was about to blow out the candles, but Wu Qing'e stopped him.

"Oh, don't. ”

Her expression was soft, but there was something inexplicable hidden in it.

"Let me take a good look at you. ”

Huo Mang was naturally indispensable, so he gave up extinguishing the fire and went straight to bed. Everyone's old husband and wife, there is nothing to be ashamed of.

After handing over the public rations, Wu Qing'e routinely summoned hot water, and the two of them simply rinsed their bodies, then extinguished the light source and fell asleep.

Huo Mingguang, who had consumed a lot of physical strength and protein, breathed more heavily than before, Wu Qing'e looked at his upright and warm face for a long time, finally gritted her teeth, and got out of the quilt lightly and silently, dressed herself neatly in the dark, tied the flying fairy bun, and held the golden lotus hairpin that she had refined into a mountain chisel and given to her by Huo Mang, and took out the bamboo cane from the pot as a substitute for her body and stuffed it back into the quilt, when everything was ready, she stood by the bed, staring at Huo Mang reluctantly, as if she wanted to imprint his appearance deeply in her mind。

After a long time, the red lips opened lightly.

"You are my last, only, only loved one. ”

Wu Qing'e closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, the hesitation and confusion in them turned into sharp decisions, cutting off the chaos and troubles.

"Goodbye, Mingguang. ”

"I'll be back. ”

When I come back, it's time for our family of three to be reunited.

When the shadow hairpin went through the wall, there was no sound. In the darkness, Homan opened his eyes calmly.

Immortals have different paths, and since then, it is goodbye.

"Goodbye, Qing'e. ”

He whispered in the direction Wu Qing'e left.

Huo Mingguang knew it, but he supported Wu Qing'e's ideals and respected her choice more. As a wealthy businessman in the mundane world, he is indeed just a burden to Qing'e.

Even so, it is inevitable to be lonely and sad.

He turned his head to stare at the corpse beside him, which looked like his wife's, but cold and blue, and died with a deep heart, and a tear slipped from the corner of his eye, crossed his socket, and fell into the pillow.