A evening seventy years later.

The white-haired old woman was about to die. She lay on a bamboo chair in the yard, her eyes narrowed, and looked at the sunset like a golden plate in the sky.

My husband passed away four or five years ago. He was the only son who was in charge of his career, passed the exam, left the town, and became a county magistrate in Lin County.

The lonely old woman faced her old body as if she was drifting across the hills and knew that her deadline was approaching.

But this life has been smooth.

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

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

Apart from being a little mature, his eyebrows and eyes are a little full, which seems to be no different from when he was young. He still looks like he is in his twenties.

A young man in a bright yellow robe moved away and let the setting sun shine on the old woman again. The man walked to the side, squatted down, gently held a dry and old palm, and just looked at her side face silently, just like a certain afternoon seventy years ago.

"Actually, I always had a good sense of your feelings back then. Although no one looked down on you very much, I know that you are a kind person. How could a person who always hides in the corner and peeks at me foolishly, helps me get water secretly, and stops those gangsters who want to tease me, be a bad person."

The old woman spoke in a low voice, her voice obscure and hoarse, no longer as clear and ethereal as a girl.

The man beside him just nodded silently and did not speak.

"But my father looked down on you, and my mother didn't like you either. They said, "If I want me to marry a scholar who knows politely and understands politely, what kind of life can a gangster give me? Even if you become a god later, my father said, those immortals can live a hundred and a thousand years of life. I am just a mortal, and I have only been young for more than ten years. How could the immortals treat me sincerely? In ten years, when I am old and old, I will be ruthlessly abandoned."

The man in Taoist robe still didn't say anything, but just shook his head to refute. Unfortunately, the old man's eyes were always confused at the setting sun that was about to fall, and he did not notice the man's movements.

"I think so, too. You are an immortal. You can't delay your future for me, an ordinary woman. Those fairies are hundreds of times better than me, and you should become a couple with them."

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

The man beside him reached out through the gap in the back of the chair and helped her gently caress her back and breathe.

"I still remember that day you came to say goodbye to me. I was doing laundry and was shocked. Actually, I originally wanted to tell you that the town is your home and you can't leave. But I couldn't see you, and I realized that Dad was right. I couldn't even see you. I'm different from Xianfan. So I didn't say anything, just listened quietly. It took a long time to stop washing. Actually, what I wanted to tell you at that time, actually, I also like you."

"A Xiang actually likes Jia Xu too."

The old man's whispers became lighter and lighter, intermittently until silent.

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

Just like the girl standing in the yard seventy years ago, her face was peaceful.

"Go to sleep, Ah Xiang. I'll come to you again in the next life."

The man murmured, but his voice trembled a little.

The young man in a bright yellow robe stood up and looked at the house in the distance that seemed to be inlaid with a dark gold edge under the sunset. His shoulders trembled slightly. Two lines of clear tears slid silently along his cheeks. The young monk who had already cultivated his cultivation had all his strength and strangled the crying to his throat.

Great sorrow is silent.

On a ridge in the distance, a beautiful woman with a slightly pink and green silk dress stood on the roof tiles with tears in her eyes.

The beautiful fairy looked quietly at the back of the young man with his shoulders slightly shaking in the distance.

As soon as her figure flashed, the famous Xianyu Palace maid disciple, walked behind Jia Xu, gently wrapped his waist, and pressed his face against his back spine. She said softly: "Jia Xu, I am so sad. Her body is still in life, and her birth, old age, sickness and death cannot be avoided. The dead are gone, and the living must continue to move forward. I will accompany you in the future, okay?"

A beautiful woman named Song Qingzhi has 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 made a secret heart for this man who is not very outstanding.

But she let her put down her reserve and pursued her hard for ten years, and Jia Xu never had any feelings for her. Until today, she realized that this successor of Guigu had already belonged to her.

It is just a secular mortal, and in just a hundred years it will turn into a handful of loess. The hundreds or thousands of years of life of those who practice Taoism are just a flash in the pan. She believes that as the long river of time washes, the mark in his heart will sooner or later be wiped out by time.

And she is the person who can accompany him for hundreds, thousands of years, and accompany him through the changes of the world.

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

He reached out and spread his arms around his waist, turned around and pointed gently at the forehead of the woman in green.

Song Qingzhi was pushed back by a finger and staggered to the ground.

The man leaned over and gently picked up the old woman who had been sleeping, just quietly looking at her wrinkled old face, with a gentle look on her eyes.

His eyes seemed to have traveled through the long river of time, and saw the handsome and calm young face, and a slight curve raised to the corner of his mouth.

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

The woman in green who fell to the ground looked sad, but she looked at the back that was leaving facing the setting sun, and tears dripped.

The man's last words echoed gently in the yard.

"My heart cannot be turned on, and my heart cannot be rolled up."

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In a blink of an eye, Zhuo Yuming had been in Haoran for more than ten months.

Since Shu Jinran was sent back to the Xuling Realm, he also left Xianyang City. From the first arrival of Xichui City, he walked all the cities of Qin State. On the way, he passed countless mountains, famous mountains, mountains, rivers and marshes. It was not until half a year later that Zhuo Yuming returned to the capital of Xianyang.

He still lives in the small courtyard that Shu Jinran bought from the Luo family. Zhuo Yuming is like an ordinary person every day, with three meals a day, and he gets up and returns at night.

He walked through every street and alley in Xianyang City, and visited every shop and restaurant in Xianyang City.
Chapter completed!