When they heard that the Zhao family had already taken root in the immortal cultivation world and that the family already had four qi refining immortal cultivators, Zhao Zhijing and Zhao Xuanyi looked excited and excited.

After the two exchanged glances, they quickly confessed to Zhao Sheng the fact that there was also an immortal cultivator on the Zhao family's side.

Zhao Yujie, fifteen years old this year, has three spiritual roots of gold, wood and fire, and cultivates at the first level of qi refining.

He is the third son of Zhao Xuanyi and the great-grandson of Zhao Sheng.

Zhao Sheng was extremely surprised when he heard the news.

But when he learned of another unexpected news, he stood up abruptly and asked almost out of shape, "What did you say, Yuyan is still alive?" Where is she now? ”

Zhao Xuanyi nodded and said, "Grandpa, grandma is indeed alive." Her old man is now living in seclusion in Moling City, and you should know the place. And Jerry was there. ”

Hearing this, a halo suddenly appeared on Zhao Sheng's old and thin face, and he couldn't wait to say, "No, I'm going to find her now."

As he spoke, his figure flashed, and he instantly reached the edge of the door.

"Old Nine ......."

Before Zhao Zhijing could shout a second time, there was no Zhao Sheng in the room at this time.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Zhijing and Zhao Xuanyi looked at each other and were speechless.

A day later, the coachman Zhao Er drove the carriage into Moling City quickly, and finally stopped in front of a small courtyard.

After getting out of the carriage, Zhao Sheng looked at the word Zhao Fu on the plaque at the door, and felt very emotional, and couldn't help but feel even more guilty.

Back then, he only cared about arranging for his relatives to flee, but he didn't care about Wang Yuyan.

I always thought that she and the Wang family had died in Fangyan Valley, but I didn't expect her to escape.

Just as Zhao Sheng was slowly recalling some things back then, a piano sound suddenly came from the courtyard wall.

The sound is intermittent, like a beginner playing an unfamiliar piece.

However, when it came to Zhao Sheng's ears, a guqin song that had been dusty for many years came to his heart.

alpine flowing water,

Alas, it's really been too long since I've played it.

Thinking like this, Zhao Sheng's feet tapped, his body slowly rose off the ground, and then floated over the wall and flew down into a garden with mountains and rivers.

At this time, in the octagonal pavilion in the center of the garden, a young man with a face like a crown of jade was sitting behind the piano table, plucking the guqin in front of him.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Sheng suddenly seemed to have returned to that afternoon seventy years ago, when the two beauties walked together, with beautiful eyes and a clever smile.

At this time, the young man found Zhao Sheng's figure, his face changed greatly, and he immediately asked with a wary and cautious expression, "Who are you?" Why did you trespass on my Zhao family? ”

Zhao Sheng looked at the young man who looked a little similar to him, with a kind smile on his face, and said with a gentle attitude: Don't be afraid, child! The old man has no malicious intentions, he just wants to see an old man he hasn't seen for a long time. ”

Who knew that it would be good if he didn't say it, but when he said it, Zhao Yujie became even more nervous.

"Who the hell are you? If you don't say it, don't blame me for being rude! ”

As he spoke, Zhao Yujie flipped his right hand, and suddenly there were two more vermilion talismans in his hand.

Zhao Sheng smiled dumbly when he saw this, and he didn't think that the first time his grandfather and grandson met, they would be so tense.

He can't do anything with his great-grandson, that's ridiculous.

In addition, it is not good to say his identity, how can the great-grandson believe it.

Fortunately, Zhao Sheng was not old enough to be completely confused, and after seeing the guqin, he quickly thought of a way.

"Wait!"

Seeing that his great-grandson was eager to start fighting, Zhao Sheng hurriedly said: "What you played just now is not right, the mountains and flowing water are not so good."

When Zhao Yujie heard this, he was surprised: "Do you know that I played mountains and rivers?"

Zhao Sheng smiled and said proudly: "I created this alpine flowing water piano song, do you know it?"

"Impossible!"

Zhao Yujie was suddenly annoyed, and said coldly: "Grandma said that only a few people in the world know this song. You can never be one of them. ”

When Zhao Sheng heard this, he smiled a little slyly: "Why is it impossible? People can lie, but tunes can't. Come, let the old man teach you what mountains and flowing water are to find a soulmate. ”

As he spoke, Zhao Sheng stretched out his right hand, bent his five fingers and pressed them downward, and saw five wisps of purple-blue innate true qi burst out from his fingertips, instantly connecting to the strings two zhang away.

As Zhao Sheng's five fingers continued to press and flex in the air, the strings of the guqin were constantly plucked by the innate true qi, and one after another beautiful and ethereal music came out, quickly spreading from the garden to the surrounding courtyard.

When Zhao Sheng plays, the sound of the piano is sometimes majestic and high, the rhyme is natural, the tone is like a mountain, sometimes it is murmuring and tactful, soft like flowing water, and the meaning is endless.

Hearing this familiar music, Zhao Yujie suddenly stood on the spot, his heart full of doubts: "Who is this old man with a broken arm?" Is it ......?"

Zheng!

However, halfway through the play, the strings suddenly scrambled and a shrill clang.

It all came to an abrupt end.

Zhao Sheng's body stiffened, and he slowly turned his head to look at the corner gate of the garden, where there was a thin old woman with white hair.

Fifty years of wind, frost, rain and snow, although the former beauty has been wiped out by time, Zhao Sheng still recognized the identity of the person at a glance.

The two looked at each other for a long time, until Zhao Sheng's excited heart gradually calmed down, and then he said with difficulty: "Yuyan, I... I am back. ”

Wang Yuyan looked at the old man with a broken arm under the octagonal pavilion, and his mood was extremely complicated.

Fifty years is too long, too long has extinguished too much expectation and passion.

She thought that she would be uncontrollable, but when the two really reunited, Wang Yuyan found that she was unusually calm, like a wife who has lived alone for decades and suddenly saw her husband who had not returned for a long time, and it still felt so familiar.

Wang Yuyan slowly walked up to Zhao Sheng, and greeted with a calm expression: "Long time no see, are you okay?"

Zhao Sheng was silent for a moment, and then said in a low voice: "I'm okay, what about you?"

"Not good at all!"

Zhao Sheng suddenly choked.

Wang Yuyan suddenly smiled when he saw him like this.

For a moment, it was as if I had gone back to the old days.

She said in disgust: "I haven't seen you for many years, how did you become stupid." Where are the rhetoric of your youth? ”

Zhao Sheng shook his head and sighed: "Alas, it's old! I'm getting old. You're old, we're all old! ”

Wang Yuyan didn't answer but diverted the topic and asked, "What about Yuqi?" Is she okay? Are you still as impatient as ever? ”

Zhao Sheng's expression stiffened when he heard this, and he hesitated for a moment before he said in a low voice: "Three months ago, Sister Qi has passed away!"

The smile that had just appeared on Wang Yuyan's face suddenly dissipated without a trace.

For a long time, her eyes were filled with tears, and she muttered to herself, "Dead, all dead." I am the only one left in the Wang family now. ”

Zhao Sheng hurriedly comforted: "You still have me."

Wang Yuyan shook his head after hearing this, and said coldly: "You are not my Wang family."

Zhao Sheng felt a little unbearable, so he emphasized: "I am the son-in-law of the Wang family, and I am sincere, Yujie and many other children and grandchildren also have the blood of the Wang family. Yuyan, you are not alone. ”

Cough!

suddenly

A cough interrupted the conversation.

Looking from the side, I saw Zhao Yujie standing there with an embarrassed face in the octagonal pavilion.

……

Three days later,

In the northwest corner of the ancestral cemetery of the Zhao family, a brand-new tomb has been erected

Zhao Xuanyi and his wife, as well as Zhao Yujie and several other great-grandchildren, looked solemnly at Wang Yuqi's tombstone and bowed three times and bowed nine times.

Seeing this scene, Wang Yuyan beside Zhao Sheng couldn't cry anymore.

Maybe he was greatly stimulated, and on the day he went back, Wang Yuyan suddenly fell ill.

Zhao Sheng was by her side every day out of the psychology of indebtedness, regardless of fatigue.

Due to his age, Wang Yuyan's illness has never improved, and he was able to get out of bed and walk around at first, but in the later stage, his body was too weak to get out of bed.

During Wang Yuyan's illness, Zhao Sheng took care of her, and secretly arranged for Zhao Xuanyi, Zhao Yujie and some other members of the Zhao family to secretly migrate to Longli Lake.

The Zhao family had just laid down their roots in Longli Lake, and it was a time when there was an extreme shortage of population.

At this time, the migration of some people in the past can quickly consolidate the foundation of the family.

Zhao Sheng could see it decades ago that Zhao Cheng had two people, one was lazy and the other was a cultivator. Neither of them is the one who manages the family.

Zhao Xuanyi is the head of the family here in Nanyang, and his ability naturally goes without saying.

When he arrived at Longli Lake, he could help Zhao Cheng and his family manage the general affairs and ordinary people.

When groups of Zhao family members continued to migrate to Longli Lake, time was also passing little by little.

Three years later, the autumn breeze was bleak and the leaves were falling.

In the ancestral cemetery of the Zhao family, next to Wang Yuqi's grave, another tombstone was erected.

Zhao Sheng, with white hair and a wrinkled face, sat on the stone steps in front of the tombstone, looking at a few lines of words on the tombstone, looking in a trance and speechless for a long time.

After a long time, when the sun goes down and the twilight falls.

Zhao Sheng moved, suddenly sighed at the tombstone, and whispered: "Yuyan, I said that I would give you a name, but you never agreed before you died. You're trying to make me owe you a lifetime.

Alas, I wrote a love poem to Qi Mei. I'll give you a song now. After you saw Sister Qi, you said that I was unfair. ”

The autumn wind blew away the dead leaves that fell on the stele, revealing a few lines of text on the stele:

"Ask the world, what is love, and the direct religion promises life and death?

There are double flyers in the south and the north, and the old wings have been cold and hot several times.

Happy and fun, parting bitter, there are even more crazy children.

You should have a saying:

Stratus clouds, thousands of mountains and twilight snow, to whom does the shadow go? ”

The sun was slowly setting, and the bleak autumn wind stroked the handwriting on the tombstone again and again.

Zhao Sheng supported his aging body, stood up from the stone steps, his body was staggering, and he staggered into the distance......