Beihe followed Jiang Muyuan and Leng Wanwan to an attic not far from the main hall.

This place Beihe has never been, I don't know what it is.

After the three of them entered it, they came to a spacious room on the second floor.

Sect Master Jiang Muyuan and Leng Wanwan stepped straight into it, and after a little hesitation, Beihe still followed.

This room is obviously a living room, and looking at the pink light gauze and delicate beaded curtains, it seems to belong to the woman.

When Beihe followed Jiang Muyuan and the others around a screen, the first thing that caught their eyes was a huge couch in front of them, and there was still a person lying on the couch.

It was an old woman dressed in purple palace clothes with hair as pale as snow.

The old woman's face was wrinkled, and her eye sockets were deeply sunken, and she looked like she was about to die.

Beside the old woman, in addition to the two serving maids, there was also a man with a long beard, whom Beihe recognized as Mr. Zhang. On the table not far away, there was also Mr. Zhang's medicine box.

He had heard Xiaoqing say that Mr. Zhang was here with the sect master, and now it seems that Mr. Zhang should be checking the pulse of this old woman.

In addition, there is a white shadow, also standing next to the soft couch. This is Jiang Muyuan's granddaughter, Jiang Qing.

Beihe, who saw this scene, was obviously a little surprised, his eyes fell on the old woman again, and he also had a guess about her identity.

At this time, Jiang Muyuan had already come to the old woman, and after sitting on the soft couch, he took the old woman's hand, and there was a touch of softness in his eyes.

Seeing this, Bei He knew that the speculation in his heart was not far from ten, this old woman was the partner of the sect leader Jiang Muyuan, and she was also Leng Wanwan's stepmother.

He still remembered that a few years ago, he had seen this sect master's wife from a distance, and the sect master's wife was already old and had to be pushed in a wheelchair to travel. Unexpectedly, a few years have passed, and the sect master's wife has long been bedridden.

At this time, Jiang Muyuan stretched out his other hand, gently pulled a strand of white hair between the old woman's sideburns behind his ear, stared at the old woman with cloudy eyes for a long time, and then gently put down the old woman's palm full of black old age spots, and stood up.

Mr. Zhang walked out with Jiang Muyuan towards the screen, obviously to talk about something.

Beihe looked at the two people at the screen, because there was some distance between them, and the two of them were like mosquitoes, so he couldn't hear what the two were talking about.

However, he could infer something from Mr. Zhang's shaking of his head and sighing from time to time.

So he looked again at the old woman on the couch.

The old woman's eyes were closed, and she seemed to be unaware of everything in the outside world.

Leng Wanwan had already knelt in front of the old woman's soft couch, and after holding the old woman's hand, her tears could no longer be suppressed, like pearls with broken threads, sliding down her cheeks one by one.

Beihe finally understood why there were tears on this woman's face before.

The same is true of Jiang Qing on the side, this woman who is always smiling on weekdays, pursed her lips tightly at this moment, and tears dripped down. The one on the soft couch is the stepmother and grandmother of these two daughters.

After a while, Mr. Zhang, who was talking to the sect master in a low voice, arched his hand and left the place around the screen.

After Jiang Muyuan saw Mr. Zhang leave, he turned around and walked towards the soft couch.

Leng Wanwan and Jiang Qing stood up and made way for Jiang Muyuan.

"North River!"

Jiang Muyuan turned a blind eye to this, but looked at Beihe behind him and said softly.

Beihe was stunned for a moment, and then said, "Sect Master." ”

"I know that your master's medical skills are better than Mr. Zhang's, I don't know how much ability you have to get him, you can see for your insider, if there is a way to prolong her life. ”

"This ......"

Hearing this, Beihe was extremely surprised, but he didn't expect that Sect Master Jiang Muyuan asked him to come here for this purpose.

And after Jiang Muyuan's voice fell, Leng Wanwan and Jiang Qing on the side also looked at him with some surprise. But then the second daughter lowered her head, and Jiang Muyuan's sentence of "prolonging her life" made the second daughter feel even more sad, and she couldn't bear to sobbed in a low voice.

Since the sect master had spoken, Beihe had nothing to excuse, so he saw him step forward and sit on the side of the soft couch, and at the same time pulled the old woman's wrist, put his index finger and middle finger together, and put it on the old woman's pulse.

After a moment, he lowered the old woman's wrist, and then leaned closer, taking a closer look at the old woman's face, while his nose sniffed imperceptibly. From this sect master's wife, a faint fragrance emanated.

At this moment, he seemed to be unharmed on the surface, but his heart was a little shaken. Because judging from the appearance, this sect master's wife should have died a long time ago, but just now he checked his pulse and found that the weak pulse of the sect master's wife would beat strongly from time to time.

Coupled with the faint fragrance emanating from the old woman's body, from these two points alone, he could judge that this sect master's wife must have taken great supplements for a long time to continue her life. And the great tonic I take is probably not only ginseng and other things that can be compared, but also other tonic with stronger medicinal power.

At this time, he stood up and looked at Jiang Muyuan with a look of wanting to speak and stopping.

"There are no outsiders here, so let's talk about it. Jiang Muyuan seemed to see his concerns and spoke.

"The sect master's wife is old, and all the functions of her body have declined, even if she takes a lot of tonic medicine on weekdays, she is powerless. ”

Leng Wanwan and Jiang Qing on the side heard this, and the hope in their beautiful eyes suddenly dimmed, and they lowered their heads and sobbed again.

On the contrary, Jiang Muyuan seemed to have expected his words, and at the moment he just sighed.

Mr. Zhang said, the insider has two months at most, I don't know what you think about this. Listen to Jiang Muyuan again.

"What Mr. Zhang said is too conservative, according to the disciples, the sect master's wife only has less than a month. ”

After learning that the sect master's wife had less than a month to go, Leng Wanwan and Jiang Qing's second daughter on the side changed from sobbing in a low voice to crying in a low voice.

"Neiren followed me at the age of eighteen, and I was twenty-nine years old at the time. Now that 80 years have passed in a flash, it is really unforgiving. Jiang Muyuan's cloudy eyes flashed with a sparkling color.

The picture of memory is like a tide, starting from the scene of his first acquaintance with the old woman on the soft couch, one by one in his mind, and quickly passing by.

From the young time, the talented and beautiful two people fell in love and accompanied each other. When they were middle-aged, the two of them were full of children and grandchildren, and they were all over the world. and then to the old age of recuperation, the joy of family. Finally, in his twilight years, he stood in front of the old woman's couch, looking at the beauty of the past, and there was only sadness in the old eyes.

This life is very long, and he has a lot of memories. This life is very short, so short that it only leaves a memory in his mind.

At this moment, Beihe was also extremely embarrassed in his heart, eighty years is a lifetime for an ordinary person.

He guessed that this sect master's wife was probably also a peerless person back then, otherwise it would not have been possible to enter Jiang Muyuan's eyes. It's just that under the torment of the years, now he is lying in bed with little time, looking like he is dying and old.

This situation made Beihe feel a kind of sadness in his heart. He has great ambitions, and he wants to become a master like Lu Hou, and even after learning that there is a divine realm above the virtual realm, a certain sprout in his heart began to grow.

But let you be peerless, let you be unparalleled, the final result is also to turn into a piece of loess, at most you can leave a little false name in future generations.

is like Jiang Muyuan in front of him, although he has lived longer than ordinary people because of his martial arts, but now that he is more than 100 years old, he will be put into a coffin for more than ten years at most.

Mo Du let him live before he died, but the so-called life is just a period of time. Where there is someone who can truly live, where there is someone who can exist in this world forever.

As soon as he thought of this, Beihe looked at the death of his master and his younger brother even more, after all, early death and late death are deaths, and a hundred years later, he will also go with the two.

"Go down, all of you, and I'll stay here for the next month. ”

Just when Beihe sighed in his heart, he only heard Jiang Muyuan speak.

Beihe came to his senses and glanced at the old woman on the couch again, he arched his hand at Jiang Muyuan, and then retreated.

A moment after he walked out of the attic, Leng Wanwan and Jiang Qing's figures also appeared, and at the same time, the two maids followed.

Beihe turned around and glanced at the second daughter with the rain in Pear Blossom, and prepared to leave.

"Wait......"

Leng Wanwan's voice suddenly sounded behind him.

Beihe turned around and looked at her puzzled.

The woman stepped forward, "Is there really no way?" ”

Bei He smiled bitterly and shook his head, "I, like ordinary people, how can we fight with the reincarnation of the Heavenly Dao, the Sect Master's Wife is approaching, let it be." ”

After finishing speaking, he turned around and left, leaving Leng Wanwan and Jiang Qing standing in place in a daze.