So after a moment of silence, Qiao Xi couldn't help but squint at him: "It seems that there are a few of your descendants among the trash you mentioned."
Seimei has such a good-looking face that all the noble ladies in Kyoto are keen to give him babies. He is also very romantic, and he will accept anyone who comes as long as he is good-looking and has no trouble behind him.
After so many years, Qingming is now less than forty years old, and has had several sons. Occasionally, some of them are talented. Qingming throws them into the Yin and Yang Lao, and does not open any small stoves, just follow ordinary apprentices.
Together, we can learn as much as we can.
Qiao Xi sometimes feels that Qingming is more like a monster than himself, but thinking about his experience when he was a child and a half-demon, and when he just became an adult, it happened to be a big event like the Dajiangshan monster attack. It is actually a good idea to develop such a character.
It's not such a strange thing...what a ghost!
It’s so weird!
Is it scientific that a human being is more willful than a monster like him?
Qingming still had a calm expression on his face. It was obvious that the talents of those juniors were not enough for him to notice, so mentioning them was no different from mentioning them to other people in Yin Yang House.
Qiao Xi had no intention of talking to him about this somewhat delicate issue, so she just muttered and changed the subject.
The two sat together and talked for a while, then they took it as a farewell.
Qiao Xi knew that after he left, he might not see Qingming again for a long time, but he never thought that by the time he saw him again, it would be the time for Qingming to pass away.
For a moment, Qiao Xi wanted to say, otherwise, Qingming would be a monster too.
——He knew that if Qingming wanted to, he had countless ways to extend his life.
However, Qingming didn't, and Qiao Xi knew that he was willing to leave this world like this.
Qiao Xi stared at Qingming, who was getting older but still looked elegant. He had many apprentices and descendants, and his reputation was very high. Anyone who met him, no matter how powerful he was, always praised him.
Saying "Qingming Gong" is a sign of respect and awe for him.
As a human being, Qingming is undoubtedly very satisfied.
Such a brilliant man, at the last moment of his life, was still sitting elegantly in the courtyard drinking tea with his friends.
Qiao Xi glanced at Qingming, feeling a little unhappy.
Qingming obviously noticed his unhappiness, but he didn't ask anything. Instead, he started talking about the interesting monsters he had encountered over the years, and how the royal family and nobles were really annoying with their insatiable greed.
When he said this, the smile on his face was still gentle. A breeze blew by, and the pink cherry blossoms in the yard fluttered in the air. Under such circumstances, even the beautiful Sakura Fukiyuki looked changed.
It seemed to become more poignant.
After a long while, Qiao Xi sighed and said helplessly: "Oh, you are so willful."
Qingming poured the clear and yellow wine in the cup into his mouth. His skin was covered with wrinkles. The long silver-white hair that was stunning when he was young has lost some of its luster, but his narrow eyes are still as good as when he was young.
The same indescribably romantic gesture, and the sideways gaze also seemed careless.
"Well, you should know that I have been so willful since I was a child."
Qiao Xi sighed again, becoming more helpless.
——Yes, he is usually willful. He is clearly a human being, but he is always more willful than the monster he is.
Qingming's life span was not short for a human being. Most of the people of his generation had died one after another decades ago. The last person who could come to see him off was someone he knew when he was young.
Suddenly, only monsters and gods like myself were left.
Qingming looked at the boy next to him who still had the same face as he had when he was a child. Even the light in his extremely beautiful eyes was as clear and bright as before, and he couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"I have lived too long."
Qiao Xi couldn't help but darken her face. Isn't it inappropriate to talk about living too long in front of a god?
Qingming raised her hand and rubbed Qiao Xi's hair.
The two of them have a very good relationship, and even when Qiao Xi encounters something interesting while traveling around various places, she will occasionally write a letter to Qingming to communicate with each other.
——The other places he has written letters to are just a shrine and a big country.
However, even so, Qingming had never done anything as intimate as this, so when Qingming's thin fingertips touched the top of her head, Qiao Xi couldn't help but widen her eyes.
For a long time, he looked at Qingming speechlessly and said fiercely: "Don't touch my hair."
—— He said this, but his man didn’t move at all, letting Qingming rub his head gently, and then smiled:
"I'm very happy to see you again."
The expression on Qiao Xi's face paused.
"The last time you wrote a letter, you were still at the beach. I thought I would never see you again."
Qiao Xi was silent for a long time, raised her hand and took his hand off her head, and said in a low voice: "I saw your message."
Qingming laughed loudly again.
No one knew that he was about to die, and he had no intention of telling anyone else. He just suddenly thought of Qiao Xi and suddenly wanted to see him.
He had always been willful, and it was inconvenient for him to leave when he wanted to see her, so he wrote to Qiao Xi and invited him to come over.
He knew that this god had always been extremely soft-hearted. If he had known that his life was approaching, he would have come to Kyoto to take a look at him no matter what.
He thought so, and indeed Qiao Xi came.
Qingming drank up the jar of demon wine that Qiao Xi had brought, and the two of them kept talking.
"I'm so happy that a god can come and see me off before I leave."
Qiao Xi was really too lazy to talk to Qingming at the moment.
He felt that this man was willful when he was alive and unwilling to settle down when he died. Maybe he would meet him again somewhere after many years.
Just as Qiao Xi was thinking this, she heard Qingming say: "After I die, I don't want to be reincarnated."
Qiao Xi was a little stunned.
——Not entering reincarnation, how is this possible? As long as the soul is not scattered...
His eyes widened little by little, and Qingming couldn't help but laugh. However, when he laughed, he held his chest and coughed.
Qiao Xi was still a little unable to react. Seeing him coughing, a burst of spiritual power entered Qingming's body subconsciously. Qingming's face softened and she sighed casually: "It's really time. This body is already old."