He collapsed on the ground. The high-spirited young man in his memory now looked like this.
Qin Xueyi looked at him, and he looked at Qin Xueyi. She didn't shed tears or show much concern, as if everything had changed.
"Take this and let's go."
Qin Xueyi knew that the two of them were no longer in the same world. She was an immortal in the sky, and he was just an old man who was about to die.
However, as a former husband and wife, she still gave him a bottle of elixir, a bottle of longevity elixir that can slightly increase a person's life span.
"Are you still carrying this?"
Mu Qiubai ignored the fallen porcelain bottle of elixir. What he cared about was the exquisite wooden figure that Qin Xueyi took out from her sleeve.
This wooden figure is a man. It has been waxed and has remained intact for nearly eighty years. It is obvious that its owner loves this thing very much.
"Give this man to you and give me this woman, and we will never be separated."
"It turns out I used to look like this."
Looking at the male wooden figure in his hand, and recalling the previous agreement in his mind, Mu Qiubai took out a female wooden figure from his arms. It was also well preserved and still so cute and beautiful.
"The bottle contains life-enhancing pills. There are nine pills in total. One pill can increase your life span by ten years, but mortals can only take 9 pills."
Qin Xueyi's voice was as ethereal as an immortal: "You have no good bones and no spiritual talent. You will never be able to achieve immortality in this life."
Afterwards, Qin Xueyi gave Mu Qiubai some mundane treasures and said, "These things should allow you to live a prosperous life."
"I..."
Looking at these things, which looked like gifts from immortals, Mu Qiubai said, "I didn't come here for these things."
"I know."
Qin Xueyi said: "But we are destined to have no chance..."
"Crack."
The wooden man was thrown down by Qin Xueyi and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
"You don't want it anymore?"
"No more."
These three words fell into Mu Qiubai's heart like a knife.
But he didn't say anything, he just silently picked up the wooden figures on the ground, put the two wooden figures together as a pair, and cherished them in his arms.
"If you don't want it, then give it to me, I want it."
As he said that, Mu Qiubai opened the porcelain bottle. He did not show any pretense and ate one. It was indeed a fairy treasure. Just one meal made him feel ten years younger.
"Don't take too much of this elixir."
Qin Xueyi has now cut off the mortal world, but looking at the old man's actions, she still subconsciously said: "You can only eat one a year. If you lose it, you, you can come to me again. I will come here every year today."
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"Thanks."
Once upon a time, the man who could shelter her from wind and rain, like a piece of sky, no longer exists.
Today, Mu Qiubai is just an ordinary person, but she has become an immortal who can turn her hands to make clouds and rain. For this, Mu Qiubai is happy for Qin Xueyi.
Really, he was really happy for his wife.
Mu Qiubai turned around and saw that Qin Xueyi had left. Just as suddenly as she came, she disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"If the purpose of cultivating immortality is to forget about being a human being, then this immortal."
Mu Qiubai looked at the Immortal Sect, then turned around and walked down the mountain step by step without nostalgia: "It's okay if you don't cultivate..."
Time flew by and Mu Qiubai came down the mountain, but did not go far. Instead, he chose to stay in a small village near the mountain.
Maybe he still had some thoughts about Qin Xueyi, or maybe he was just tired and didn't want to leave.
After all, even if Mu Qiubai can really return to his hometown, his parents and friends have all passed away in the past seventy-eight years.
Without a home, can we still call it hometown?
"Grandpa, do you know how to read?"
"know."
"How many do you know?"
"Many."
"How many are many?"
She curiously looked at the old man who was gradually regaining his youth. Of course, he was still an old man, but he was still energetic: "Many, just many..."
Her name is Yatou. She has no name. Her grandfather gave her the name Qingling.
Qing Ling is nine years old this year and is a cowherd boy from a farmer's family at the foot of the mountain.
By the way, her family has a very big green cow. The green cow likes to eat water and grass. It is so big, but it is very well-behaved, really well-behaved.
"Moo moo."
Qingling likes to listen to its cry. While listening, she will laugh and joke: "Big buffalo eats water and grass, plows rice fields, and is full."
Qing Ling admires her grandfather who lives outside the village and likes to listen to his stories.
Grandpa’s hands are very skillful, and the bowls, chopsticks, tables and chairs he makes are particularly good. Qingling thinks grandpa is very powerful, the most powerful person in the world.
Just like the legendary immortal...
Gradually, the girl grew up.
But the gray-haired old man is getting younger and younger.
Although he is still very old, Qingling feels that grandpa is getting more and more powerful.
He could make Qingniu speak, and he could hold her hand and walk on the river.
They were sitting on a cliff as high as the clouds. Grandpa said, this is called meditation, which is a kind of spiritual practice. Qing Ling asked, is it the same as an immortal?
Whenever this happens, Grandpa will always be silent for a while, but then he smiles and shakes his head.
"People don't practice cultivation to become immortals."
The old man told her: "But understand why you are a human being."
Qing Ling didn't understand, but what grandpa said must be right.
So, grandpa asked her to meditate, and he meditated himself. Just like that, day after day passed, they watched the sun rise and the tide rise every day. Sometimes, when Qing Ling got tired from studying, they would lie down on the grass together.
Counting stars on the slope.
Those days were the happiest time in Qing Ling's life, just like a dream.
Of course, there are not only good things, but also some bad things. For example, the big green cow has become bad and refuses to eat the water and grass fed by Qing Ling...
Several years have passed.
As Qingling grew up, she seemed to become very powerful. Once when she encountered wild beasts, she picked up a branch and drove them away easily.
Grandpa is getting younger and younger, becoming as old as Qing Ling's father. It seems that he is not so old.
So at this time, Qingling started to think, she had many questions.
Where did he come from?
Why come here?
Also, what is the purpose of cultivating immortality?
"I'm leaving."
That day, he said to Qing Ling, who came to see him as usual: "I plan to go see the outside world."
Qingling doesn't understand what parting is.
But when she thought that Mu Qiubai would leave, Qingling felt reluctant: "Don't leave, I don't want you to leave."
After several years of companionship, the two of them were like grandfather and grandson, like father and daughter, like master and apprentice, and they had a deep relationship. For Mu Qiubai, it was the appearance of Qingling that brought him out of those sad years and regained his love.
The laughter of youth.
This innocent girl who doesn't understand anything is the starting point for him to start over.
"Wherever you go, I will go too."
Qing Ling did not hesitate, she held Mu Qiubai's hand tightly.
At that time, Qing Ling didn't know many emotions. She only knew that she was happy and at ease with Mu Qiubai.
"There may be danger outside."
"You will protect me," Qing Ling said firmly: "With you here, I am not afraid of anything!"
Qing Ling didn't know what the outside world was like, but she knew that he was the most powerful, his hands were always so warm, and he was always by her side.
"Moo moo..."
When the big green bull crows, it wants to go too, and it also wants to go together.
So, after saying goodbye to Qing Ling's parents, and with their permission, they walked out of the mountain village.
Qingling will never forget that day, he rode on the back of the green bull, Qingling sat in front of him, and then together...
Moo moo.
Bad green cow! Why did you steal it again?
Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up, we want to see the beautiful sea of flowers, build snowmen in the snowfields, find oasis in the desert, and do many, many things.
Moo moo.
"Let's go out and play, hehehe..."
Mu Qiubai took the girl and listened to her silver bell-like laughter. He smiled, just like he smiled softly when facing the woman he once had.