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Chapter 1012: Uphill, downhill

"Snow Yi, Snow Yi!"

The tears of the two people mingled in the air, but in the end, only Mu Qiubai was left, kneeling on the ground and wailing.

He cried. He had never felt such grief and despair in his life...

What is a fairy?

Why ask for it?

Could it be that immortality means parting and forgetting the way to be a human being?

At that time, Mu Qiubai didn't understand or figure it out. The only thing he knew was where his wife had gone. The girl who had never left him left him for the first time.

Will she be afraid?

Will she feel lonely?

Will she be punished by the immortal because she cannot learn the immortal method well?

What if, what if you are bullied?

Just like when she was a child, they called her a black girl. If there was no protection from Brother Qiubai, would she hide and cry alone, would she cry and ask Brother Qiubai where are you?

With this thought in mind, he could no longer pick up a chisel, and could no longer laugh from the bottom of his heart in an empty wedding room...

"Forgive my son for being unfilial!"

Finally on that day, Mu Qiubai knelt in front of his parents and kowtowed to them. Even if his head was broken and bleeding, he refused to give up: "I want to go to find the immortal. I want to find her..."

Go find her, go see her, even see her once again.

Mu Qiubai wanted to know how she was doing, whether she was eating or drinking, whether she was dressed well, whether she was enjoying her life, and asked her if she missed home.

"My child is unfilial and I can no longer serve you!"

Seeing the blood on Mu Qiubai's head, both parents tried to pull him away, but they couldn't hold him back. Finally, they let go and agreed that Mu Qiubai should pursue the illusory path to immortality.

"If there is an afterlife, the child will definitely be a cow or a horse to repay you..."

Blood and tears stained his face, but his eyes were firmer than ever.

Soon after, Mu Qiubai recovered from his injury.

It was also that day that he embarked on a journey to seek immortality alone, holding a cane.

One year after another.

Mu Qiubai went to many places. Whenever he encountered famous mountains and rivers, he would definitely climb them to look for traces of his wife.

Mu Qiubai didn't know which fairy mountain his wife went to or which fairy she followed, so he could only visit one mountain gate after another and ask again and again.

Gradually, he got older.

Those decades of living in the open air left him with countless illnesses.

But he did not give up. No matter how hard it was, no matter how hard he endured, he would find his wife.

Take another look.

Even if it's just a glance...

"Cough! Cough cough cough..."

With a gray beard and white temples, an old man is walking on the stairs of the mountain of seeking immortality. He is old and getting weaker day by day, and his body is getting heavier day by day.

Seventy-eight years.

He searched for seventy-eight years, from the age of twenty to the age of ninety-eight.

But now, he can't look for it anymore.

Because he is dying...

This is the top of Mount Tai. An immortal has set up a checkpoint test on the top of the mountain. Those who pass it can climb the immortal ladder and enter the immortal gate. From then on, they will shed their mortal bodies and rise straight up.

"Is this person also here to seek immortality?"

"At such an old age, look at him. It's so difficult for him to take every step. He can't even pass the first level, right?"

On the road to immortality, everyone went up together on the first day, but soon, everyone surpassed Mu Qiubai.

The next day, they accepted the immortal's assessment on the mountain, but Mu Qiubai was still alone, climbing the rocky steps.

On the last day, those who failed the test came back.

They passed by Mu Qiubai and said to him: "Old man, go back. The assessment is over and the immortals have all left."

However, in the face of these voices that were either ridiculing or well-intentioned, he just shook his head.

"I'm not going to seek immortality."

The old man was panting and said in a hoarse voice: "I'm looking for someone."

"But there's no one up there, only immortals."

Facing these people's questions, Mu Qiubai smiled and said nothing. He knew that she was not on this mountain.

But so what?

He is dying!

All my life, I have been going up and down the mountain.

And this mountain is probably the last one he will climb in his life.

At the end of his life, Mu Qiubai didn't want to give up halfway. Maybe he was about to die, but he really wanted to climb that mountain with his wife's laughter and her figure.

It doesn't matter if it's one side or just one sentence.

The moon was dim and stars were thin, and it had been three days. Mu Qiubai, who had gray hair and a stooped figure, finished the last step of the stairs and climbed up the mountain.

But there was no one in front of the mountain gate.

As those who came back said, the immortal has gone and there is no one here.

"You are old."

Suddenly, Mu Qiubai heard the familiar voice. He didn't know if it was an illusion.

He opened his cloudy eyes, raised his head weakly, and in his eyes, a fairy-like figure in white clothes slowly descended from the sky.

Although that face has a different temperament, it is hers, it is really her!

Mu Qiubai's heart welled up with joy. He wanted to speak, but he didn't know what to say. After seventy-eight years of searching, he finally found it today, but he couldn't even find a word he wanted to say.

"Yeah, I'm old."

Mu Qiubai was helpless. He didn't know how to speak, so he could only continue what she said: "But you seem to have not changed at all..."

The two of them, the old man raised his head and the fairy looked down, were silent for a long time.

"How are you doing?"

A smile appeared on Mu Qiubai's old face, and he asked this, the answer he wanted to get even if he gave up his life.

"I have become an immortal."

I became an immortal, just four words.

Seventy-eight years, a lifetime, just for these four words.

"Okay, that's great."

However, Mu Qiubai smiled. For the first time in seventy-eight years, he smiled happily: "By the way, Xueyi, don't always forget to eat like before. It's cold, so you should put on more clothes.

Yes, and..."

When Mu Qiubai spoke to the woman, he still had many, many more things to say, for seventy-eight years.

But, he seemed to have forgotten.

"I am already an immortal. I don't need to eat or drink, and I don't feel cold."

"That's it, that's good."

Mu Qiubai didn't dare to raise his head to look at the woman's face. He was hunched over, feeling that he shouldn't be here. If someone Qin Xueyi knew in the Immortal Sect saw this, she would be embarrassed.

"Then I, I'm leaving..."

The old man turned and left, but looking at the endless stairs leading down the mountain, he didn't know how to go.

It took him seventy-eight years to walk up from the bottom of the mountain.

But now, he does not have another seventy-eight years to go down the mountain.

Life is like a candle, swaying in the wind, and now, he has let go of even his last obsession. At this moment, Mu Qiubai feels so tired.


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