Ye Qingtian's hands hung on both sides of his body, covering them on the quilt.
Qingge thought it would be at least two months away, but she didn't expect it to be so fast.
Blame her, completely blame her.
The journey from Beiyue Imperial Capital to Nanming City was so tiring and tiring, and the cold autumn wind accelerated Ye Qingtian's illness.
Ye Qingtian struggled to open his eyes. Even if he tried his best, he could only open two small hazy slits.
In the slit between his eyes, blurred and blurred, Ye Qingtian saw the granddaughter he had been thinking about for a long time.
"Xiao Ge'er, don't be sad, grandpa is going to see your grandma." Ye Qingtian whispered.
He spoke very slowly and spoke very forcefully, and he would cough for a long time after finishing a sentence.
Ye Qingtian's breathing was particularly difficult, and he was dizzy. If it weren't for his willpower, he might have lost his last bit of strength.
Qingge sat beside Ye Qingtian's bed, holding Ye Qingtian's hand tightly: "Grandpa, it's okay, nothing is wrong."
"Fool, grandpa knows his body...Grandpa...this life is enough..." But he was a little reluctant to give up.
What should Ge'er do if those bad guys come to bully him again?
Ye Qingtian wanted to hold Qing Ge's hand, but he could only tremble uncontrollably. He could no longer exert any strength, and finally lowered his hand.
Ye Qingtian's body was extremely thin, with only a layer of skin and bones left.
Even though he was sad and reluctant to leave when he saw Qing Ge, Ye Qingtian was still trying his best to put on a smile.
"The thing that grandpa is most proud of is having you as his granddaughter." Ye Qingtian said.
"Don't make the funeral too extravagant. Grandpa has been afraid of fire since he was a child. Don't cremate him. Grandpa is afraid. It's better to bury him in peace..." Ye Qingtian began to explain the funeral arrangements.
Cough cough cough——
Ye Qingtian coughed violently again.
After a long time, Ye Qingtian took a breath and said, "Why didn't that bastard Ji Yue come? Although grandpa doesn't like him, since you have chosen someone, you must stick to it and work hard to get close to each other. This is the most important thing in love."
Good look."
Every time Ye Qingtian said something, he had to take a breath, and it took him a long time to recover: "Grandpa heard that when people die, they will become stars in the sky. From now on, when Ge'er misses grandpa, she will look up.
Stars in the sky, grandpa is always here and will always be with you..."
Qingge turned her face away and no longer looked at Ye Qingtian.
Qingge closed her eyes, took a deep breath, then turned to look at Ye Qingtian, and said seriously: "Grandpa, I am a doctor, and I won't let anything happen to you."
"Fool--"
Ye Qingtian still wanted to speak, but his body was weak and his limbs were soft and tired.
It is said that when a person is about to die, his life will shine again.
Ye Qingtian seemed to have remembered what happened when he was young. The day he got married was still vivid in his mind. He also felt how he felt when his son Ye Jingfeng was born. He danced and danced happily, and finally said while holding his tongue, it would be better if he had a daughter.
.
His old Ye family has been passed down from generation to generation, and all of them are boys, and they are all monogamous.
The Ye family wanted to have a daughter, but unfortunately no one wanted her for a hundred years.
Finally, Ye Qingge was born, and Ye Qingtian was happy. However, his son died and his daughter-in-law was gone.
He lost his wife in his early years and his son in his middle age... It hurt him so much that he wished he could die, but when he was gone, who could take care of the infant little Ge'er?
Many years ago, someone passed by Yefu and said that Yefu is the foundation of Tianyang.
The aristocratic family with the foundation of Tianyang only produces sons, but if a daughter is born, she will definitely be a dragon or a phoenix among men.
Ye Qingtian didn't believe it at first, but after seeing Qingge's outstanding achievements, Ye Qingtian believed it.
Ge'er, grandpa can't accompany you anymore. Those cooks don't know your taste. Grandpa has cooked a lot of dishes and put them in the ice cellar.
And your favorite plum wine, grandpa has been making it for a long time, and I don’t know how long you can drink it.
Also, Grandpa liked Ji Yue after seeing her a few more times.
If a person can make a wish like Buddha before dying, then he hopes that his song will always be healthy and happy.
Ye Qingtian had a smile on his lips, but the look in his eyes gradually disappeared.
Qingge was suddenly frightened and thought of the words of the ancestral book.
Qingge closed her eyes, cut off the thunder nest, and then poured the phantom energy into the thunder nest.
Qingge held Ye Qingtian's hand tightly, and the so-called longevity essence was pouring into Ye Qingtian's body.
One year, two years, three years——
As the breath of life surged, Qingge's face became increasingly ugly.
Ten years, twenty years, thirty years...
No, not nearly enough.
Ye Qingtian's body was like a bottomless pit, but Qing Ge did not feel the fear of the loss of life span, and without even a trace of hesitation, he continued to transfer life span crazily into Ye Qingtian's thin and weak body.
Forty years, sixty years, seventy years...
Seventy-nine years...
Finally, Shouyuan's transmission came to an abrupt end.
Life span passes, cultivation degrades, and the thunder nest is broken, and there is no more mental power!
The phantom spirit dims and shines upon my stars. The three-star spiritual master is no longer the king!
There was a tear in Qingge's eyes, and a smile appeared on her dry and white lips.
grandfather--
She fell on the bed and lay on Ye Qingtian's body.
A phantom spiritual master had a hundred-year lifespan, and it took seventy-nine years to save Ye Qingtian's life.
Life spans are not equal, that is to say, Qingge's seventy-nine years of life can only be twenty years when it comes to Ye Qingtian.
But - enough is enough.
Both the grandfather and grandson were asleep inside the house, and everyone outside the house was in a heavy mood.
No one knew that Xunwu Lei and Bing Lingtian appeared early.
"Is the Qinglian clan such a waste?" Bing Lingtian smiled disdainfully.
"We underestimated her after all." Xunwu Lei was not disappointed, but became more and more enthusiastic.
He knew that this woman would never fall down so easily.
"Are the ashes of crocodile shark really useful?" Bing Lingtian asked: "Through all possible means to seek Ye Qingtian's death, can it influence Ye Qingge?"
Xunwu Lei said softly: "Ye Qingge is a person who values love and justice. If her mother is gone and her grandfather is dead, she will definitely be in great pain."
"So what if it's pain and despair?" Bing Lingtian sneered coldly, the faint arc of the corners of her lips containing disdain and contempt.
"Tell me, what should Ye Qingge and Jiu Ci do if they learn that Crocodile Shark's ashes were planted by demons? As long as Jiu Ci makes a mistake, Jiujie will not spare her. If Ye Qingge attacks the demons, wouldn't she be asking for her own death?
?" Xunwu Lei said coldly.
"It's boring..." Bing Lingtian dismissed it, turned around and left.
Xunwu Lei sat in a wheelchair, looking down at the scene in the courtyard, smiling gloomily.
Ye Qingtian will definitely die.
If Ye Qingge finally learns that Ji Yue is dead, she will definitely collapse.
In this way, the path of cultivation ends here.
Cultivators are most afraid of mental knots.
As Xun Wu Lei's figure gradually disappeared, Qing Ge limped to the door and opened the closed double doors.
"Grandpa, okay..." She smiled like she was holding a flower.
Just three days and nights.
How can it be!
Xunwu Lei's eyes widened, but his body had completely disappeared and left here, and he could no longer hear everything he wanted to know.
Everyone in the courtyard looked at each other, especially the eldest prince Ling Tian, who was so shocked that he could not speak.
He personally looked at Ye Qingtian's physical condition and found out that he would never survive, even if his ancestors were reincarnated, they might not be able to save him.
During these three days and nights, what happened in this house that was crumbling in the cold wind?
"Grandpa, are you okay?" Jiuci asked.
Qing Ge smiled and nodded.
No one noticed anything was wrong with Qing Ge, so they all rushed into the house.
Although Ye Qingtian was still asleep, his body complexion felt completely different from before.
"Let me see, let me see Grandpa Ye." The eldest prince Lingtian squeezed forward. Jiu Ci was indeed dissatisfied. Thinking that the eldest prince was a doctor, he took a few steps back.
After the eldest prince Lingtian carefully checked Ye Qingtian's physical condition, his eyes widened: "Grandpa Ye is in good health, but he has lost some weight. He can get better as long as he takes supplements. Wait... Grandpa Ye's condition is very special.
Well, there is no problem in living for another few decades."
After listening, the people in the room were shocked again.
What happened in three days and nights that could give a dying old man a few more decades to live?
Ling Tian checked Ye Qingtian's body again. Like everyone else, he was shocked.
Suddenly, the eldest prince Ling Tian seemed to remember something, and the light in his eyes suddenly dimmed.
Ye Qingtian slowly opened his eyes, and everyone gathered around him. Grandpa and others even had tears in their eyes.
The eldest prince Ling Tian was squeezed out. He glanced at everyone, then walked out of the room and saw Qing Ge sitting at the table drinking alone.
"Sister?" The eldest prince Ling Tian was a little restrained and cautious.
"Take a sip?" Qingge shook the jug. It was the plum wine made by grandpa.
"I...can it?" Prince Lingtian asked unconfidently.
Qingge laughed: "Of course you can, come, sit down and drink."
Qingge took out a bottle of plum wine from the space treasure and threw it decisively to the eldest prince Lingtian.
The eldest prince Ling Tian looked back at the bustling room again, and then at the lonely Qing Ge: "Sister, I once got a book called "The Classic of Ancient Medicine", which recorded the life-saving method of crossing longevity. I thought
, that is a legendary existence... Senior Sister, this disciple would like to ask, how many longevity dollars has Senior Sister handed over in the past three days and nights?"
Singing softly, I raise my head to a pot of wine and lower my head to the fragrance of plums.
She was sad, how could she achieve immortality in one year?
The hand of the eldest prince Lingtian holding the wine bottle trembled suddenly, "Senior sister, are you crazy?"
In this case, senior sister only has less than a year left to live.
Qingge raised her eyebrows, "What is madness? Now I'm drinking, now I'm crazy..."
Qing Ge suddenly stood up and drank all the remaining plum wine, "Everyone in the world is mediocre. They shame me for my background, call me cruel, laugh at me for being humble, so what? I am always the existence they look up to, only ants, only ants.
Only a frog in the well would laugh at me, scold me, bully me..."
"But...it's only one year..." Prince Lingtian was sad.
"So what, one year? I can use six years to sublimate the low-level continent to a high level, and I can use one year to create more longevity." Qingge turned around and smiled, with a confident glow between her eyebrows.
At that glance, the eldest prince Lingtian fell.
He knew that it was not the love and favor between men and women, but the admiration and adoration for a strong person from the inside out.
Is it really worth losing the past three days and nights and seventy-nine years?
No, she is willing to do it.
Qingge smiled lightly, dropped the wine bottle, and walked into the house under the bright moon.
Qingge stood by the door, squinting her eyes and grinning: "Grandpa, you're awake..."
The eldest prince Ling Tian was breathing rapidly and his eyes were bright.
His refining medicine seemed to have an inexplicable feeling of sublimation.
Only by seeing the souls and minds of strong men can you understand your own way of cultivation.
If you get the guidance of an expert, given time, you can skyrocket to ninety thousand miles, and the blue clouds are all in the palm of your hand!