Tianwen

Straight through the arch, the door of the ancestral hall was wide open. A woman in red was quietly staring at the portrait on the wall.

The old man suddenly hesitated a little, and didn't know how to speak.

The still young and unspoken figure in front of him deeply stimulated his soul. Fifty-six years have passed, Mu Qing should be like this woman in red, and now she is old and has a long hair, how can she be worthy of her graceful posture.

The old man was extremely unconfident in his heart, trembling, standing in the wind and snow, unwilling to speak for a long time. After a while, he was covered with a thin layer of snow, and in the cold air, he stood still like a sculpture.

In the ancestral hall of the Yi family, the woman in red finally turned around, her graceful figure, her beautiful face under the veil, and her eyes without a trace of fireworks in the world, staring at the old man in the wind and snow. From its old face, you can still vaguely see what it looked like when it was young.

I haven't seen it for more than 50 years, and the handsome man who was heroic and dared to love and hate, is now drooping and old, with gray hair and pale face, and is so helpless, so inferior and pitiful in the snowstorm!

"Sister Mu: Is this the result you want?" the woman in red sighed secretly.

Heaven and earth were silent. Year after year, the wind and snow have never stopped, and they have never been late.

The

woman in red felt that if it were herself, she would definitely not choose the situation in front of her. He is dedicated to pursuing the path of immortals, and he must not have flaws in his mind because of his children's private feelings. However, Sister Mu's cultivation is unbelievably fast, even if she is extremely talented, she is not so fast, and her qualifications are not weaker than her, but she has just cultivated to the peak of transforming into a god, and she is a whole big realm apart.

The mercy of the world is still cultivating so fast, how can this be explained?

The woman in red's heart fluctuated for a moment, and then calmed down. Forget it, each person has their own creation, and the path of cultivation that suits her may not be suitable for me.

What's more, I really don't want to face such a scene, so let's follow my own plan, and there will always be a day when I can catch up.

"Come in!" said the woman in red.

The old man's heart trembled, his body trembled, the snow on his body fell into the mortal dust, and he walked into the ancestral hall in high spirits. He wants to show his spiritual head and prove it to the people in front of him: he is still the one who dares to love and hate.

"I haven't seen it for forty-eight years, and the fairy demeanor is still graceful, which makes me embarrassed. The old man replied calmly. In fact, he really wanted to ask Su Muqing about his current situation, but unfortunately he couldn't say anything.

"You remember the time, and you know the purpose of my visit today. However, I still advise you to let go when you should put it down, even if you are thinking about it, what can you do? Sister Mu and you are just a beautiful encounter after all. Give up, she's gone a long way, and you'll never be able to keep up. The woman in red understood what Yi Chen meant, but she still had to persuade him: she wanted him to give up and throw away unrealistic ideas. At this point, it is impossible for them to come together.

The old man straightened his body, and from the mouth of the woman in red, he already knew a little about Mu Qing's recent situation.

Her cultivation path should have taken a step further, although it is not clear how it is, but this is the only good news she has heard in decades, and she is secretly happy in her heart.

As for getting him to give up, that's impossible. If you give up even the qualification to think about her, then what is the meaning of life?

Even if he will return in the future, even if he can't meet again, he will still remember in his heart: the sweetheart who haunts him!

Looking at Yi Chen's determined expression, the woman in red knew that no matter how much she said, she couldn't dispel the thoughts in his heart, so she stopped talking, turned around and continued to stare at the portrait on the wall.

More than fifty years ago, when Sister Mu found her, she told everything, and her words were also unforgettable for him, reluctant to part, and told her not to tell anyone. Finally, I asked myself: go to Funiu Town in eight years, pick up her child to practice in the Shangqing Sect, and don't tell him where he is practicing unless Yi Zheng has reached the Yuan infant stage.

Although the woman in red was surprised, she still agreed directly. The two sisters have been friends with Jinlan for hundreds of years, how many times they have been born and died, helped each other, fought against the enemy together, and left countless legends. No matter how much time can erase the friendship, I will not refuse my sister's request.

The woman in red also mentioned to her sister: There is a difference between immortals and mortals, let her let go of the affairs of the world and concentrate on cultivation. Sister Kemu was very resolute and told herself that this was the path she was going to take, and it was also the calamity she was going to face.

Later, the woman in red stopped persuading, and Sister Mu said goodbye and left.

Eight years have passed in a hurry, and he brought Yi Zheng to the Shangqing School to practice as promised, and now forty-eight years have passed.

A stumbling

footstep came, and Yi Zheng, who had gray temples, walked into the ancestral hall and knelt in front of the woman in red: "Auntie, I ......

."

Annoyed in her heart, the woman in red turned around, raised her hand and slapped her. When the palm of his hand was about to fall on Yi Zheng's face, it turned into a gentle stroke, and the gray hair fell from his fingertips, and then he let out a long sigh and stared at it for a moment before he said slowly: "Xiaozheng, you get up, I don't blame you." "

Yi Zheng got up, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and kowtowed three times seriously to the portrait of his mother. However, standing aside, he whispered, "Auntie, Zheng'er has been missing you for so many years. "

"Really, then why didn't you send me a message earlier, if it weren't for Yuan'er's cultivation qualifications, wouldn't you be ready to contact me?" The woman in red frowned slightly, stared at Yi Zheng and said slowly, and the hand she had just put down wanted to raise again.

"Auntie, Zheng'er's dantian is damaged, his vitality is dissipated, and he can't contact you, so he only misses it silently in his heart, and when Yuan'er cultivates, won't he contact you immediately?" Even if he is cleaned up, he is willing to be satisfied, and he will only be grateful in his heart, otherwise with his own cultivation qualifications, how can he practice for more than 30 years to the foundation building period.

The woman in red didn't care, she was just pretending to be a gesture just now. At this moment, his brows were stretched, looking at Yi Zheng, whose temples were a little gray, after all, he had secretly taken care of him for more than 30 years, and he was really reluctant to clean it up. Then his brows furrowed again, and he slowly spoke: "What's the matter with Yuan'er in your mouth?"