"Xueyi, Xueyi!"

The tears of the two people blended in the air, but in the end, only Mu Qiubai was left, kneeling and wailing.

He cried, and in his life, there was no such grief and despair...

What is Immortal?

And why ask for it?

Could it be that immortals are parting, forgetting the way of being a person?

At that time, Mu Qiubai didn't understand and didn't want to understand. The only thing he knew was that his wife had gone there. The girl who had never left herself, for the first time, left herself.

Will she be scared?

Will she feel lonely?

Will she be punished by the immortals because she can't learn the immortal method well?

What if you are bullied?

Just like when she was a child, they scolded her for being a black girl, if there was no Brother Qiu Bai by her side, would she hide and cry alone, would she sobble and ask Brother Qiu Bai where are you?

With such a thought, he could no longer hold the chisel, and he could no longer laugh from the bottom of his heart in the empty marriage room...

"Forgive my son for being unfilial!"

Finally on that day, Mu Qiubai knelt in front of his parents, kowtowing to them constantly, even if his head was bleeding, he refused to give up: "I'm going to find immortals, I want to find her... ”

Go to her, see her, even if you see her again.

Mu Qiubai wanted to know how she was doing, whether she had eaten and drunk, whether she had dressed well, whether she was happy, and asked her if she would be homesick.

"The child is not filial, and he can no longer serve by your side!!"

Looking at the blood on Mu Qiubai's head, the parents of both sides wanted to pull it, but they couldn't pull it, and in the end, they let go and agreed that Mu Qiubai would pursue the ethereal immortal path.

"If there is an afterlife, the child will be a cow and a horse to repay you... ”

Blood and tears stained his face, but his gaze was unprecedentedly firm.

Soon after, Mu Qiubai recovered from his injuries.

It was also that day that he embarked on a journey to find immortals alone, with a cane on his club.

Year after year.

Mu Qiubai has been to many places, and whenever he encounters famous mountains and rivers, he will definitely climb and find traces of his wife.

Mu Qiubai didn't know which immortal mountain his wife went to and which immortal she followed, so he could only visit one mountain gate after another, and ask again and again.

Gradually, he got older.

Those decades of eating and sleeping in the open have left him with many sick roots.

But he didn't give up, no matter how much wind and rain, no matter how much hardship he endured, he had to find his wife.

Take another look.

Even if it's just a glance, it's fine。。。。。。

"Ahem, ahem, ahem... ”

With white beard and white temples, an old man walks on the mountain of steps of this mountain of seeking immortals, he is getting old, getting weaker and weaker day by day, and his body is getting heavier and heavier day by day,

Seventy-eight years.

He searched for seventy-eight years, from twenty years old, to ninety-eight.

But now, he couldn't look any further.

Because of him, he is dying ...

This is the top of Mount Tai, there are immortals on the top of the mountain to set a checkpoint test, the person who passes, you can climb this fairy ladder, enter the fairy gate, from then on shed the mortal body, soar up.

"This man also came to ask for immortals?"

"At such an age, you look at him, he has so hard to walk a step, he can't even pass the first level, right?"

On the road to ascending to immortals, everyone went up together on the first day, but soon, everyone surpassed Mu Qiubai.

The next day, they were assessed by the immortals on the mountain, but Mu Qiubai was still alone, climbing the stone steps.

On the last day, those who did not pass the test, returned.

They passed by Mu Qiubai and said to him, "Old man, go back, the assessment is over, and the immortals are gone." ”

However, in the face of these voices that were either ridiculed or kind, he only shook his head.

"I'm not here to ask for immortals. ”

The old man was out of breath, and he said in a hoarse voice, "I'm looking for someone." ”

"But there is no one up there, only immortals. ”

Faced with these people's questions, Mu Qiubai smiled and said nothing, he knew that she was not on this mountain.

But so what?

He's dying!

All my life, I have been going up the mountain and going down the mountain.

And this mountain is likely to be the last one he will climb in his life.

At the end of his life, Mu Qiubai didn't want to give up halfway, maybe he was about to die, but he really wanted to climb that mountain, the mountain with his wife's laughter and her figure.

It doesn't matter if it's one side, it's okay to just say a word.

The moon and stars are scarce, three days have passed, Mu Qiubai, who has gray hair and a rickety figure, has walked the last step of the ladder and climbed the mountain.

But in front of the mountain gate, there was no one.

As those who came back said, the immortals are gone, and here, no one.

"You're old. ”

Suddenly, Mu Qiubai heard the familiar voice, and he didn't know if it was an illusion.

I saw him open his cloudy eyes and raise his head weakly, and in his eyes, a fairy-like figure dressed in white slowly descended from the sky.

That face, although the temperament is different, is her, it's really her!

Mu Qiubai felt a surge of joy in his heart, he wanted to speak, but he didn't know what to say, seventy-eight years of searching, and today he finally found it, but he couldn't even find a word he wanted to say.

"yes, I'm old. ”

Mu Qiubai was very helpless, he didn't know how to speak, so he could only continue her words: "But you don't seem to have changed at all... ”

Two people, the old man raised his head, and the fairy looked down, just like that, silent for a long time.

"Are you doing?"

Mu Qiu's pale and old face showed a smile, and asked this, even if he abandoned his life, he wanted the answer.

"I'm an immortal. ”

I've become an immortal, just four words.

Seventy-eight years, a lifetime, just for these four words.

"yes, that's great. ”

However, Mu Qiubai smiled, seventy-eight years later, he smiled happily for the first time: "By the way, Xueyi, don't forget to eat like before, it's cold, you have to add more clothes, and, and... ”

Mu Qiubai spoke to the woman, he still had a lot of things to say, a full seventy-eight years.

But, he seems to have forgotten.

"I'm already an immortal, I don't have to eat or drink, and I don't feel cold. ”

"That's, that's, that's good. ”

Mu Qiubai didn't dare to look up at the woman's face, he leaned over, feeling that he didn't seem to be coming, if it was seen by someone Qin Xueyi knew in the Xianmen, I was afraid that it would make her lose face.

"Then I, I'm leaving... ”

The old man turned to leave, but looking at the staircase that led to the bottom of the mountain with no end in sight, he did not know how to go.

It took him seventy-eight years to come up from the bottom of the mountain.

But now, he has not gone down the mountain for another seventy-eight years.

Life is like a candle flame, swaying with the wind, and now, he has even let go of his last obsession, and it is also at this moment that Mu Qiubai feels so tired.

。 Reading at zero o'clock