He thought that as long as he channeled spiritual power into her every day, he could alleviate her pain.

But he was still wrong after all, spiritual power can make up for it, what about Jingyuan?

Ling Cheng couldn't stop trembling, it had always been a luxury to change his life against the sky.

In the face of the Heavenly Dao, the strength of mortals is too small after all, how can the sand and gravel be compared to the wind?

The night spirit opened his pupils with difficulty, and the jade hand caressed his cheek, soothing the sorrow between his eyebrows.

"It's okay, I'm going to be fine. She tried to laugh, but her voice was so soft that she couldn't hear herself.

The blood finally stopped raging, and Ling Cheng returned with a bitter smile.

He gently wiped the blood for her, but she grabbed her wrist.

The night spirit struggled to get up, and Ling Cheng willingly helped her up.

On the black and white rice paper, the drop of red is particularly dazzling.

"What to do?" she asked, her voice choked and reproachful.

Ling Chengran picked up the sheep's hair, but his eyes stayed on her cheeks.

The scarlet blood on Qiao's face was still shocking, and his heart was filled with endless pain, but he still replied with a smile: "It's not in the way, I have a way, what do you want to paint?"

Night Spirit breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "Locust tree, the first time I came to Fanchen, what I saw was the locust flowers all over the mountains, and I married you in Qilin Mountain, and it was because of it that I painted this painting, so I can't miss it!"

What she didn't say was that the locust tree summoned Yin, and if she couldn't find him one day, she could follow the locust tree to find him.

Ling Cheng didn't say anything, he touched the red place lightly, painted it over and over again, and then sketched the trunk, branches, leaves, and locust flowers.

When Big Hand left, a lifelike locust tree appeared next to the lake.

And that drop of red, like a tree hole, not only does not violate the harmony, but is like the finishing touch, a stroke of genius.

The Night Spirit nodded in satisfaction, complimenting him without hesitation.

After laughing for a while, she felt very tired again, so she took the initiative to rest.

Ling Cheng didn't say a word, hugged her and lay on the bed, as in the past, wet Jinpa to wipe her face.

Watching her slowly close her eyes, the bitterness in his heart had oppressed him to the point where he was about to suffocate.

By the time it was time for Shen, the night spirit had already fallen asleep, and her daily waking hours were getting shorter and shorter.

......

The next day, the night spirit rarely woke up early in the morning, but Ling Cheng had just fallen asleep because of the spiritual power he had spent all night.

She slowly looked sideways, and saw that Ling Cheng was sleeping extremely unsteadily, and there was not a trace of blood on his pale face, knowing that this was all due to the excessive consumption of his spiritual power.

The Night Spirit quietly got out of bed, tiptoed to the bookcase, stared at the landscape painting that was about to be completed, and smiled with his lips.

Gently caressing his bulging abdomen, he slowly walked to the dressing table, and before he sat down, he saw the wrinkled woman in the mirror out of the corner of his eye.

She was dressed in red, green silk, and her face was full of devastation, like an old woman who was not confused.

The night spirit stroked his cheek in disbelief, and two hot tears fell from his flabby and wrinkled face.

And on the back of the wrinkled hand, the roots of the green tendons protruded, like a thin skin of dry bones.

She guessed that she would lose her life, but she didn't expect that she would become so ugly, she covered her mouth, and her heart spasmed.

Once, she asked Ling Cheng if he would become ugly one day.

But now that he has become old and ugly one step ahead of him, how can he see this ugly face.

The night spirit subconsciously wanted to escape, but his fingers tripped over the bronze mirror on the dressing table.

As the sound of the bronze mirror falling to the ground sounded, Ling Cheng opened his pupils in shock, and saw that the person beside him was gone, so he immediately bounced up from the bed.

Like a frightened bird, the night spirit rushed out of the room without hesitation.

She squatted in the courtyard, buried her whole head in the crook of her arm, and wept bitterly.

In the face of death, she can say not to be sad, but in the face of aging, she has really collapsed.

Ling Cheng caressed her back and comforted her softly: "The beauty of the world is beautiful, and it is evil." We all know that what is good is good, and what is not good is good.

Therefore, there is no mutual birth, difficulty and ease are mutually compatible, the length is dwarfed, the high and the low are inclined to each other, the sound is harmonious, and the front and back are with each other. Heng also!"

Night Spirit slowly raised his eyes, not understanding a word of what he was saying.

Ling Cheng pointed to the position of his heart and continued: "Aging is just an illusion of appearance, and the real factor that judges a person's beauty and ugliness is here.

If the heart is good, the person is the most beautiful!"

He put her withered hand to his lips and kissed her carefully, and then helped her to her feet, his thin lips slowly approaching her.

The night spirit hurriedly flashed away, how could this face that he was so disgusted to see could stain his eyes.

He held her face with both hands, saw her eyes dodging, and said, "If I were the one who became like this today, would you dislike me?"

Night Spirit subconsciously shook her head, how could it be? No matter what her husband becomes, he will be the best-looking man in the world.

"Why, then, do you dislike yourself?"

"I ......"

Before he could finish his sentence, his hot kiss had landed on her wrinkled forehead, and his thin lips slid down the tip of her nose to her earlobe.

"No matter what you become, you are still as smart and lovely in my eyes as when I first saw you, because your beauty has been engraved in my heart. The deep voice was full of sincerity.

With that, he kissed her on the cheek again, and finally looked into her eyes, smiled, and approached her again.

All the bitterness turned into a hot kiss between her lips, lingering with her in this heaven and earth.

......

Since then, the night spirit has calmly accepted the fact that she has grown old, and even when the waterfall green silk has turned into a full head of white hair, she still only smiled bitterly, and never cried again.

In the past few days, she has stopped bleeding from her nose, as if the blood has dried up.

In addition to the growing abdomen, her whole body is like a walking skeleton, which is thin and distressing.

Rao is awake for only two hours a day, and she is still drowsy.

Ling Cheng didn't need her to be much better, his whole person had lost a lot of weight, and his face no longer had the same look as before.

During the day, he had to take care of the night spirit's food, clothing, and daily life, and he had to distract himself from painting Qiankun paintings, and at night he had to channel spiritual power for her.

But he felt that it was worth it, today was the forty-second day of the Night Spirit's pregnancy, and as long as they survived for another ten days, they would win.

The painting had been painted, and everything was exactly the same as the picture that the night spirit had sketched in his mind.

The night spirit lay in Ling Cheng's arms, his white hair resting on his arm, and naturally hung down to the ground.

The slender willow eyebrows had turned snow-white, and there was no trace of blood on her wrinkled face, and the shocking folds had spread all over her body, and at that time, she was like a hundred-year-old woman.

The only thing that hasn't changed is the pair of clear eyes and the two shallow pear nests.

"Xianggong, what time is it?" she asked, her voice old and hoarse, and her lips were pale.

"Unitary," he replied, smiling in a doting tone.

"It's too late, I want to see the sunrise. ”

"It's okay, I'll take you to the top of Qilin Mountain now, and I'll definitely see it tomorrow. ”

The night spirit nodded, closed his eyes tiredly, and shrank back into his arms.

Ling Cheng picked her up, stepped on the sunset, and approached in the light.

Qilin Mountain has regained its former vitality, and birds fly by in the forest from time to time, happily playing in the leaves.

The locust forest that was once burned by the fire has long been cut down by the villagers who know the water stream and replaced with knee-high locust saplings.

Ling Cheng walked all the way to the top of the mountain, his body was exhausted by the consumption of spiritual power for several days, and his forehead was already covered with beads of sweat when he held the night spirit.

Rao is like this, and he has not rested for a moment.

At the last moment of sunset, he slowly put her on the ground and hugged her tired against the boulder.

Night Spirit slowly opened his eyes, looked at the few remaining wildflowers in the mountains, and smiled wordlessly.

The face has passed away, and the dream and the remnant sun have fallen on the west mountain.

The flowers can be compared to the red face, and the flowers fall to know that the face is old.

Spring comes and goes, how can spring be infinitely good!

A hundred years can be more than a hundred years, and today is a pity for today!

She stroked Ling Cheng's cheek and smiled vigorously: "Xianggong, I want to hear you stroke the qin." ”

"Okay," Ling Cheng slowly withdrew the arm around her neck, and gently let her lean against the stone, then took out the lyre and sat cross-legged across from her.

In her impression, Ling Cheng had never touched the qin, and when the two were not married, Ye Ling had seen this qin in his Qiankun bag, so she guessed that he would definitely touch the qin.

Later, between them, either because of misunderstanding and anger, or because of sweetness and bitterness, in short, she forgot the existence of the lyre.

Ling Cheng placed the lyre on his lap, and when his slender jade-like fingertips touched the strings, the ethereal and exquisite music leaked out.

As if by magic, the fingers plucked on the piano.

Sometimes it is like the gentle and delicate spring breeze, sometimes it is like the heart of the summer lotus in the polar pond, sometimes it is like the poignant and graceful autumn maple leaves, and sometimes it is like the pure and honest snowflakes in winter......

At the end of the song, Ling Cheng got up gently, a shallow smile remained at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were hazy, as proud as an immortal descending to earth.

This song is probably the best in the world!

The night spirit smiled, and when she saw him coming, she held out her hand.

Ling Cheng pulled her up and led her to the top of the mountain, and the two of them looked down and took in the night view of Liyang City.

Before the sky was dark, Liyang City was already lit up, and the evening breeze blew in the ears, making a rustling sound, and the two snuggled up to each other in silence.

The night sky resembles a navy blue curtain and is dotted with sparkling stars, which makes people feel intoxicated.

After a long time, the two of them fell drunk on the cool mountain top by the moonlight.

......

The day was dawning, and the earth was hazy, like a light veil of silver-gray.

At this time, Wan Lai was afraid of silence, and suddenly a bird's cry in his ears broke the silence.

In order not to let the night spirit miss the scene of the sunrise, Ling Cheng stayed awake all night, he gently called the person sleeping in his arms, pointed to the sky and smiled.

The Night Spirit slowly opened his eyes, his eyes following the direction of his finger.

After a while, a fish-belly white floated in the eastern sky, and the sun had just risen over the mountain, and it was covered by a few bright red morning glows.

The sun shone down through the cracks in the clouds, like countless dragons spitting golden waterfalls, and the earth gradually brightened.

The night spirit rested on Ling Cheng's shoulder, watching this wonderful sunrise scene, with a natural smile on his face.