Mu Xue sat on the clouds reflecting the sky, floating on the other side of the river.

Looking around, you can see countless small spiers piled with large and small stones all over the mountains and fields, endless and continuous.

Some tomb towers are strong and neat, with white soul-calling flags stuck on the sides. The snow-white flags flutter in the wind, symbolizing the longing of relatives and friends for the deceased. Some tomb towers have been partially collapsed and damaged. It is obvious that no one has come to worship for a long time and repaired them.

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Tombstones made of stone towers like this are very unstable. If no one maintains them for several years, they will soon fall apart in the wind and sun, and become smaller and smaller until they are completely annihilated. This is a custom in the demon world, and with the demise of the soul tower

, also means that no one in the world remembers the person buried under this land. This name that once lived and existed in the world is completely forgotten.

Mu Xue read from the "Notes on Shimiao Street" written by Niu Dazhuang that his soul tomb was placed here.

Although it seems a little strange to worship yourself.

But when she sailed by and saw the soul-calling flags all over the sky, her mind inevitably wandered and she recalled the situation when she died a hundred years ago. In order not to let her mood slip, she decided to go to her own graveyard.

It was clearly a sunny day today, with neither snow nor thunderclouds in the sky. But when Mu Xue stepped into the cemetery and walked among the mountains and seas of tombstones, her mind vaguely returned to the moment of death with lightning and thunder.

At that time, there was nowhere to ask for help or escape in the vast world. She could only face the punishment coming from heaven alone, resisting hundreds of ferocious and terrifying purple thunder and lightning.

The magical weapons and talismans accumulated over the years were exhausted one by one, and even Qianji, who had been by his side, was split into several pieces by the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder. Its small head emitted green smoke and rolled down at his feet.

His small eyes blinked in grievance, his small mouth pursed into a triangle, and he made a rusty, hoarse voice.

"I'm sorry...Master."

There is nothing to be sorry for. If I had known this, I might as well have left you to Xiaoshan. At least you can live happily for hundreds of years.

The last shining purple lightning split the black clouds and came towards us. Mu Xue, whose spiritual power was exhausted, stood unwillingly and glared at this unfair punishment from heaven.

The sky in front of me has returned to tranquility, the sun is bright, and thin white soul flags are flying.

Mu Xue closed her eyes. Before she died, the pain of her heart being clenched still vaguely lingered in her heart.

Cen Qianshan looked at the back of the man in red. The man was sitting on the clouds, floating above the cemetery.

"Master." He finally couldn't help it and shouted.

The man turned his head and glanced at him. He clearly heard him, but once again avoided his address. He turned around and drove the misty white clouds towards the depths of the cemetery.

Qianji, who was squatting on Cen Qianshan's shoulder, couldn't help shouting: "Mu...why don't you want to, huh, huh, let me tell you."

Before he finished speaking, the master silenced him. Seeing the red figure floating away, Qianji pried off the master's hand and said anxiously: "Master, why don't you ask clearly? She is obviously that person.

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"I always feel that this is like a dream of mine." Cen Qianshan looked at the back of the figure sitting in the clouds, "I sometimes feel that as long as I really ask, this dream will suddenly be broken. If she

If you don't want to take the initiative to say it, then I won't ask."

Qian Ji stamped his feet angrily, "How can that be possible? Haven't you heard that they will go back in a few days? You are just so vague, without saying anything clearly, and you haven't even confirmed your identity. What if?

They become ruthless after that, what will happen if they don’t come back again?”

But no matter how anxious it was, the owner no longer paid attention to it. The owner, who was accustomed to its casual thoughts, sat down by the river and waited for the Mu family to come back. He also took out the nine hundred and gave the booklet from his arms, and slowly

Looked up.

Mu Xue followed the special indexing device in the cemetery and found the location of his soul tomb. The soul tower signed by Mu Xue was neater than any of the other soul towers here, made of pure white stone flakes and inserted into the sides.

There are several plain white soul-calling flags.

Surprisingly, there is a person standing in front of the Soul Tower at this moment. The person is wearing a blue shirt, has a calm temperament, has some gray hair, and there are clear traces of time on the corners of his eyes and lips.

She was reaching out to add a few white stone flakes to the tomb tower. On the ground in front of the tomb tower, there were several plates of steaming pastries.

Mu Xue's memory was a little blurry. For a moment, it was difficult to connect this mottled woman with a solemn expression to her friend Ruan Honglian, who was young and beautiful back then.

But the words I said half-jokingly back then are already ringing in my mind.

"Honglian. If I die one day, will you still remember me?"

"There is no reason to say this. I want to become a demon and live for thousands of years. Who has time to remember such a silly and sweet person like you?"

"We have agreed that if who dies first, the other person will be responsible for the burial."

"Guan Buri, I can not only bury you, but also bring some snacks to see you when I think of you ten or a hundred years later."

Mu Xue sat in the clouds, staring blankly at the person in front of her. It seemed that at this moment, she truly realized that she had been reincarnated as a human being.

The traces of the passage of time are so clear. Zhaohua, who was once a happy and cheerful friend, has turned into a steady and mature intellectual woman. The mottled white hair and wrinkles at the corners of her eyes clearly indicate that time has passed.

century.

The lifespan of a person who practices cultivation is much longer than that of ordinary people. For most of their life, they will maintain the appearance they had when they were most energetic and in their prime.

Only when your cultivation stagnates and your lifespan approaches the end, will your body begin to gradually show signs of physical decay and aging.

Although everyone has been pursuing the path to eternal life throughout their lives. Over the past thousands of years, only a few have achieved the path. After most people have tried their best, they still can only watch their faces grow old and their path comes to an end.

After exhaustion, the body dies, the path disappears, and the reincarnation reenters. The only difference is the length of time.

While Mu Xue was in a daze, Ruan Honglian had already looked sideways, her eyes slightly narrowed, "Who are you?"

"I..." Mu Xue felt her throat was dry, "I came here to see Mu... Mu's family."

Ruan Honglian frowned slightly, then smiled again and asked no more questions, "I didn't expect that someone as young as you would remember her."

She turned to face Mu Xue's soul tower, "Look, when you were alive, you were always worried that no one would remember you. Who knew you wouldn't be so lonely after you died?"

These words, like the sound of a chime, struck Mu Xue's heart.

In the past, she was tired of the world and isolated herself in the world of weapon refining. In fact, she felt lonely and frightened in her heart. She always felt that she was alone and had never left any trace in the hearts of anyone in the world. Once she died, it was as if she had no trace at all.

It’s like I’ve been to this world before.

In fact, at that time, if you had not covered your eyes and ears like that and were willing to look up more, you should have found that there are many beautiful people around you, and there are many friendships in the world that are worth cherishing.

Sitting by the river, Cen Qianshan carefully opened Mu Xue's notes.

I saw that the materials required for a magic weapon were densely recorded on the page of the book that was opened casually, with dragons and phoenixes dancing in fonts. There was a small shopping list pinned to the side, which listed various materials and equipment that needed to be purchased at the goods street tomorrow.

, wrote a line at the end of the list: "Remember to buy dragon bone soup, Xiaoshan loves to drink it."

That line of text was circled in red pen to remind myself to pay attention.

Cen Qianshan's hand touched back and forth over the words "Xiaoshan Aihe" and turned to the next page.

The next page was filled with formation symbols, and a sentence was written on the edge.

Today I listened to Liu Ruyan's song "Dong Xiao", which was really nice. Unfortunately, I don't know much about the music, and I don't know what he was playing. If I had known, I should have taken Xiaoshan with me. The child seemed to like it very much.

There is a simple portrait drawn on it, which is a little boy who feels aggrieved. Mu Xue is good at painting. Although there are only a few strokes, you can tell that it is what Cen Qianshan looked like when he was a boy.

Cen Qianshan turned to the last page with a smile, and the smile on his lips sank.

My catastrophe is about to come. Alas, this is fate. There is no way to avoid it. I can only face it. In so many years, I have never seen anyone successfully survive the golden elixir catastrophe. I am afraid that I too... No matter how you say it, seriously

Just be prepared and go all out. It’s just that child Xiaoshan who is really worrying. It’s better to leave more things for him and hope that he can take care of himself.

When Mu Xue came out of the cemetery, she saw Cen Qianshan sitting by the river, holding a jade Xiao, looking into the water alone.

The sound of the cave was full of tears and complaints. Even a person like Mu Xue, who was not familiar with music, felt sad in his heart after listening to it.

"What's going on?" Mu Xue sat on the cloud, next to Cen Qianshan, and pulled his sleeve.

Cen Qianshan stopped playing the flute and looked sideways. His eyes seemed to have traveled through time and space. The nebulae were bright and dreamlike. He lowered his eyelashes, his face was reddish, and he leaned close to Mu Xue's ear and whispered softly,

"I miss you so much, would you like to go to your place? Right now."

His voice is beautiful to begin with, and when he's emotional, it has a bit of a hoarse guttural tone that's even more alluring.

No one can resist such a sultry beauty.

Mu Xue's eyes lit up and she bit her lips, "No, I want to go to your place."

She suddenly felt like what those young and naive lovers said when they invited each other to a private meeting in their own homes.

The clouds in the sky where they sat were filled with white mist, covering their bodies. They were slowly lifted up and floated up into the clouds where no one could see them.

In the Yellow Courtyard of Cen Qianshan, there is still a dark and boundless dry well.

It looks better here than the last time I came here. The sky is closer, and it no longer seems so high and out of reach. But the walls of the well are still cold and damp, and the feet are still dark and muddy, with those speckles coming from nowhere.

Big snakes sometimes roll out of their fearful and cold bodies. When you are inside, you feel depressed and uncomfortable, and you want to leave as soon as possible.

This time Mu Xue finally discovered that Cen Qianshan's whole body tense up as soon as he arrived here. He pretended to be calm and held his hand, smiling at himself in the dark world. In fact, he couldn't wait to get there.

Take yourself away from here and go to the familiar courtyard above, under the colorful peach blossom tree. You forget about this dark cave that obviously exists.

Mu Xue held his arm, pressed him against the cold well wall, stood on tiptoes and kissed him gently with soft, hot lips.

There was a look of shock on Cen Qianshan's face. He grabbed her hand and pleaded with a little stiffness,

"Don't be here, let's go up first, okay?"

"No, if you don't go up, I will kiss you here." Mu Xue pulled him down a little in the darkness and looked for his lips. "Every time I come here from now on, I will kiss you here first until you are no longer there."

Until you find this place scary."

She had just come back from the cemetery, and she remembered the tragic situation when she failed to overcome the tribulation in her previous life. It was impossible for her only disciple, a fellow Taoist with dual cultivation, to go through the golden elixir tribulation with such a missing state of mind. She

I don’t want to go through the pain of watching the person I love disappear.
To be continued...