The past is unpredictable, and when you think about it, everything is just speculation, and there is no credible basis.

Qiao Yuan slowly regained his composure, and no longer thought about it, everything had to wait for Xiao Hulu to wake up again before there was a real answer, as for what Xiao Hulu said at the end, Qiao Yuan would not consider it at all.

He will work hard to cultivate himself, and he will not have to rely on any external force. He believed that after his cultivation was high, he would definitely recover on his own like Xiao Qingyun. Qiao Yuan didn't care too much, he now valued the happiness in front of him more.

After sorting out his mood, Qiao Yuan looked down, his expression gradually became complicated, and he muttered, "Since you are passing by, let's go and have a look." ”

The speed of Biyun Spring Boat slowly slowed down, falling from a high altitude to the ground less than a hundred zhang, and in a short time, a prosperous city dozens of miles away in front of the left appeared in Qiao Yuan's field of vision.

That city is not big in the cultivation realm, but it is one of the best cities in the secular world, the city gate is majestic, and the head of the city is engraved with three big characters, Huayun City is the first place where Qiao Yuan walked out of the mountains and forests and stepped into the secular world.

Qiao Yuan glanced at Huayun City, and did not intend to enter the city, but instead went straight to a low hillside to the west of the city.

From afar, there were many tombstones, trees were bleak, and an old man with gray hair was leaning over, holding a broom and sweeping weakly.

Biyun Chunfang hovered ten miles away, Qiao Yuan stepped out alone, and came to the small hillside in the blink of an eye, not disturbing the old man, but swept his senses, and found an inconspicuous earth grave on the back of the hillside, lonely, like a decayed and decayed old locust tree on the cold snowfield.

This is not elsewhere, it is the family mausoleum of the Lin family in Huayun City, all the Lin family members will be buried here after death, and in front of the inconspicuous earthen grave, only five carbon ink handwriting were left on the wooden planks left over from the rough and shoddy wood, Lin Qing'er's tomb.

Qiao Yuan still has a lot of impressions of this name, and now that he thinks about it, he seems to be able to see a cute face with a shy red face and a head down and dare not speak, not counting Zhanyuan and Zhan Yao, Lin Qing'er is the first person he met when he walked into this world.

At that time, Qiao Yuan was still a hairy boy who didn't know anything, and his cultivation was only in the Qi refining period, while Lin Qing'er was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl, who was at the beginning of her love, because of an accidental rescue, Lin Qing'er had a love for Qiao Yuan, but she was too shy and never dared to express it.

Unexpectedly, it was only a hundred years in a hurry, and when we met again, it was already a black hair to a lonely grave, and the first time we saw it, it was fateful, which made people have to sigh with emotion.

Qiao Yuan squatted down with complicated eyes, picked up a piece of loess on the ground, slowly sprinkled it on the grave, and said in a low voice: "Listen to your brother, you have never married in your life, you have lived alone for 70 years, and you have never said a word of regret when you left......"

Speaking of this, he stopped talking, took out a yellowed envelope from the storage ring, opened the seal, and there were two letters inside, one with blurred handwriting, obviously very old, and the handwriting on it Qiao Yuan was even more familiar, because it was written by his own hand, and the other letter with beautiful handwriting and relatively new ink was the suicide note written by Lin Qing'er when she was dying.

After her death, her clan handed it over to Lin Wantian, and Lin Wantian handed it over to Qiao Yuan when Qiao Yuan returned to the Yuehe Sect.

Otherwise, to this day, Qiao Yuan still doesn't know about it.

"Mortal life is short, most people are busy and don't know what to do, but you spend your life waiting for an impossible person, is it worth it?"

Qiao Yuan's mood is complicated, I really don't know how to describe it, sadness is not too much, after all, the two just met in Pingshui, even if he had a good impression of the little girl who was always blushing back then, but after so many years, it has long disappeared completely. It's a pity, and it seems too outsider, after all, Lin Qing'er has never married all her life because of herself, and she is lonely to death.

At this moment, an old and hoarse question suddenly came from behind Qiao Yuan: "Are you?"

Qiao Yuan slowly turned his head and saw that the white-haired old man of the tomb sweeper was standing not far behind him, and before he could speak, he saw that the old man's cloudy eyes suddenly burst into a light that had never been seen before, pointing at himself in an excited trembling voice.

"You...... You...... You are...... Qiao Yuan?"

Qiao Yuan stared at the old man carefully, and gradually found some familiarity on the old face like an old bark, and said with some uncertainty: "Are you ...... Lin Yi?"

Hearing this name, which had not been called for many years, the old man suddenly burst into tears with excitement, and walked a few steps quickly to Qiao Yuan, with the same emotion in his heart.

He was not surprised that after so many years, Qiao Yuan was still a young man, because the last time Lin Wantian came back, it was the same, this is the difference between a monk and a mortal, Lin Yi knew very well that the young man standing in front of him now was no longer the somewhat simple young man he was back then.

But Qiao Yuan's next move was very surprising to Lin Yi, and he saw that Qiao Yuan was also excited, stepped forward and grabbed his hand and said, "Uncle Lin, is it really you......?"

Back in the Lin family, Qiao Yuan had a lot of impressions of three people, one was Lin Qing'er, and the other was this Lin Yi, this person was serious on the outside, but he was warm-hearted on the inside, and he took great care of Qiao Yuan, even after so many years, Qiao Yuan still remembered the kind uncle.

It's just that he didn't expect that Lin Qing'er was at the end of his life, and Lin Yi was more than 20 years older than him, and he was still alive.

Lin Yi understood what it meant, and couldn't help but shake his head and smile: "It's just a matter of lingering, at most in another year, I will go, you see, I have chosen this cemetery." ”

As he spoke, he raised his hand and pointed to a remote location not far from Lin Qing'er's grave, bare, without even a small tree, which was quite desolate.

With Qiao Yuan's eyesight, he could naturally see at a glance that Lin Yi had reached the point of running out of oil and running out of lamps, and one year was already the limit, this was because he had practiced martial arts when he was young, and he was much stronger than ordinary people.

In fact, a mortal can live to be more than 100 years old, which is considered a high life, Qiao Yuan has no need to be sentimental, but he can't help but sigh, most of the monks' cultivation is to pursue an immortality, but in the end, who can really do it, it's just that they are just surviving in this world, it's just that the length of time is different, Lin Yi is for that year, the foundation building monk is for that hundred years, and the Yuanying monk can only survive for a thousand years.

Since there is no hope of immortality, why are there so many monks who are desperately cultivating, fighting for a little profit, and for what, even gambling on the entire sect to start a war.

Qiao Yuan sighed lightly, thought about it, took out a bottle of elixir from his arms and stuffed it into Lin Yi's hand, although he did not give mortals the miraculous medicine to prolong life, but some pills that replenish vitality, after mortals swallow it, they can also dispel illness and strengthen their bodies, so that the old man can live more comfortably in his old age.

"I'm a dying person, it's a waste to ask for these elixirs, you can take it back. Lin Yi had a relieved smile on his face, and immediately pushed the pill back.

Qiao Yuan's face was helpless, and when he was about to persuade, his expression changed suddenly, his eyes flashed, and he looked up at the sky, and his cultivation at the peak of the late Yuan Infant was pressed but not released, and his expression was like a great enemy.