Seventy years later, at dusk.

The gray-haired old woman was about to die, and she lay on a bamboo chair in the courtyard, her eyes narrowed, watching the sunset on the horizon like a golden plate.

Her husband passed away four or five years ago, and the only son under his knees was angry, won the fame, walked out of the town, and became a county magistrate in Linxian County.

The lonely old woman looked at her old body, knowing that her end was approaching.

It's just that this life is smooth.

In the dimness, there seemed to be a figure standing in front of him, blocking the warm sunlight.

The old woman barely opened her eyes, and it was a very familiar face.

Except for being slightly mature, the eyebrows and eyes are plump, and it seems that there is no difference from when he was young. He's still in his twenties.

The young man in a bright yellow robe moved away and let the slanting sun shine on the old woman's body again. The man walked to the side, crouched down, and gently grasped a withered old palm, just silently looking at her face, just like one afternoon seventy years ago.

"Actually, I've always had a good sense of you back then. Although everyone doesn't think much of you, I know that you are a kind person. How can a person who is always hiding in a corner and peeking at me, quietly helping me fetch water, and stopping those ruffians who want to tease me, be a bad person. ”

The old woman spoke in a low voice, her voice was obscure and hoarse, and she had long since lost the clear and ethereal voice of a girl.

The man next to him just nodded silently and did not speak.

"But my father looks down on you, and my mother doesn't like you. They said that if they want me to marry a scholar who knows etiquette and understands etiquette, what day can a little gangster give me? Even if you become an immortal later, my father said again, those immortals have a lifespan of hundreds of years and thousands of years, I am just a mortal, and I am only a young man for more than ten years, how can immortals treat me sincerely. In ten years, when I am old, I will be ruthlessly abandoned. ”

The man in the robe still didn't speak, but just shook his head in rebuttal. It's a pity that the old man's gaze was always blurred at the setting sun, and he didn't notice the man's movements.

"I think about it, you are an immortal, you can't delay your future for me, a mortal woman. Those fairies and fairies are a hundred times more beautiful than me, and you should become a fairy couple with them. ”

It seemed that he had said too much in one breath, and the old man couldn't help but gasp a little.

The man next to her reached through the gap in the back of the chair and gently stroked her back.

"I remember the day you came to say goodbye to me, I was doing the laundry, and I was shocked. Actually, I originally wanted to tell you that the town is your home, and you can not leave. But I can't see you, I understand, Dad is right, I can't even see you, what is different from immortals. So I didn't speak, I just listened quietly. It wasn't until a long time later, without your voice, that I continued to do the laundry. Actually, what I wanted to tell you at the time, in fact, I also like you a little. ”

"Ah Xiang actually likes Jia Xu too. ”

The old man's whisper grew softer and softer, intermittently until it was silent.

The man put the old woman's hand gently on her abdomen, looking at her as if she was asleep, and there was a slight smile on her face.

Just like the girl standing in the courtyard seventy years ago, her face was serene.

"Sleep, Xiang. I'll come back to you in the next life. ”

The man muttered softly, only his voice trembling a little.

The young man in the Ming zodiac robe stood up and looked at the houses in the distance that seemed to be trimmed with a layer of dark gold in the setting sun, and his shoulders trembled slightly. Two lines of clear tears slipped silently down his cheeks, and the young monk, who had already cultivated to the heavens, tried his best to choke the cry in his throat.

Great sorrow is silent.

On a roof ridge in the distance, a beautiful woman wearing a green Luo skirt stood on the roof tiles with tears in her eyes.

The glamorous fairy just quietly looked at the back of the young man with his shoulders slightly shrugged in the distance.

In a flash, this female disciple of the Immortal Feather Palace, who was quite famous on the mountain, walked behind Jia Xu, gently wrapped his waist, and pressed his face against his back. He whispered: "Jia Xu, mourn." After all, her physical mortal life is limited, and birth, old age, sickness and death are not exempt. The dead are gone, and the living will continue to move forward. I'll be with you in the future, okay. ”

A beautiful woman named Song Qingzhi had a gentle voice.

Song Qingzhi met Jia Xu on a ferry more than ten years ago, and the two had been together on the boat for more than two months.

This fairy, who has a lot of fans on the mountain, inexplicably secretly agrees for this man who can't say how to be brilliant.

But even if she let go of her reserve and pursued it hard for ten years, Jia Xu never had any affection for her. It wasn't until what she saw today that she realized that this Guigu heir actually had a place in her heart for a long time.

It's just a secular mortal, and in just a hundred years, it will turn into a handful of loess. For the hundreds of thousands of years of life of cultivators like them, it is just a flash in the pan. She believed that with the washing of time, this mark in his heart would be worn out by the years sooner or later.

And she is the one who can accompany him for hundreds or thousands of years, and accompany him through the vicissitudes of life.

Jia Xu gradually stopped trembling and raised his hand to wipe away the tears on his face.

Reaching out and breaking the arms around his waist, he turned around and lightly pointed at the forehead of the woman in Tsing Yi.

Song Qingzhi's whole person was pushed upside down by a finger and flew out, staggering to the ground.

The man leaned over and gently picked up the old woman who had been sleeping for a long time, just quietly looking at her wrinkled old face, his eyes were as gentle as water.

His gaze seemed to have traveled through the long river of time, and he saw that delicate and indifferent young face, and the corners of his mouth raised a slight arc.

The man in the Taoist robe turned around and walked towards the outside of the courtyard with his sweetheart in his arms, without turning his head to look at Song Qingzhi from beginning to end.

The woman in Tsing Yi who sat on the ground looked sad, but she looked at the back of the person who was leaving towards the sunset, and tears were dripping down.

The man's last words echoed softly in the courtyard.

"My heart is unturnable, my heart is unstoppable. ”

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In the blink of an eye, Zhuo Yuming has been in Haoran World for more than ten months.

Since Shu Jinran was sent back to the Ethereal Spirit Realm, he also left Xianyang City. Starting from the first arrival of Xitui City, he walked through all the cities of this Qin country. On the way, it passed through countless mountains and mountains. It wasn't until more than half a year later that Zhuo Yuming returned to Xianyang, the national capital.

still lives in the small courtyard that Shu Jinran bought from the Luo family. Zhuo Yuming is like an ordinary person every day, eating three meals a day, getting up and returning at night.

He walked all over every street and alley in Xianyang City, and visited every shop and restaurant in Xianyang City.

Even two months ago, he entered the palace as a charlatan through the recommendation of an official of the Ministry of War. After playing a few rough tricks, he won the amazing praise of the emperor and the Manchu Dynasty, and also won the title of royal worship.