Do Not Seek Fairy Fate

Chapter 399: Mind

Horn Star City.

Blue sac pharmacy.

backyard.

Qin Qingrong was lying on the bed, her complexion was pale, and her breathing was short of breath. She wanted to open her eyes, but she couldn't do it with all her strength.

"How's the situation?"

The voice of my good friend Liu Jinxi drifted into my ears, as if it was illusory, as if it was in front of me, but also as if it was in the sky.

"Go back to the old lady." The voice of Dr. He from the pharmacy sounded, and the soundtrack sighed:

"The master's family is old and weak, and the energy and blood are exhausted. This is an old disease, and he has contracted a cold disease. It is already... there is no cure for it."

There was silence.

The only thing in my ear is the chilling cicada outside the house, which is still singing non-stop, as if it will use up the last bit of strength in my body before giving up.

Qin Qingrong's breathing slowed suddenly, as if she had stopped the unnecessary struggle and chose to accept her fate.

"Is the medicine stone hopeless..."

Liu Jinxi's voice drifted into her ears, carrying a hint of sadness.

Over the years, she has sent away many old friends, and she has become used to the departure of people around her.

However, Qin Qingrong was different.

inside the house.

The two standing and lying down seem to have gone back to a long, long time ago.

At that time, they were young and in their prime, smiling constantly every day.

Death, in their eyes at that time, seemed to be something that would never come.

now!

Liu Jinxi lowered her head, looked at her old friend in the boudoir lying silently on the bed, her eyes were filled with sadness, and she slowly closed her eyes.

"You've been busy for a long time, and you're all tired. Qing Rong also needs to rest, so... let's go back."

"yes."

The number of people should be there, and then the sound of cautious footsteps sounded, gradually getting farther and farther away.

Qin Qingrong could feel that the quilt on her body was carefully put away.

A rough but familiar hand brushed his cheek lightly, helping to tidy up his hair.

At some point, two tears fell from the corners of her eyes.

Liu Jinxi froze, and then helped her wipe the tears off her face with trembling hands.

"Qing Rong, go to sleep, go to sleep."

The old, slow, and familiar voice made Qin Qingrong feel dazed. This scene seemed familiar.

A scene in memory quietly emerged.

At that time, the two young people were playing in the room without telling their father, sleepy and tired, just like that, lying next to each other, whispering something.

"Sleep!"

"Asleep, everything will pass, open your eyes, we will meet again."

Liu Jinxi caressed her friend's forehead, listening to the other's breathing gradually deepened, and it took a long time before she slowly got up.

She made the bed, hoping that her friend could leave in a decent way and not suffer like Wen Ying.

"Why!"

With a sigh, as the door closed, the last footsteps gradually became inaudible.

Qin Qingrong closed her eyes, her consciousness began to become blurred.

Everything in the past flashed across the sea of consciousness one by one, except for a certain unforgettable figure, the others have long been blurred.

I don't know when.

The sound of the door opening came again, this time, the footsteps were different from before.

The man came to the bed and took her hand.

'Are you taking me away? '

'I don't know what the so-called soul ecstasy looks like, but it's a pity... I feel unwilling. '

'He said he would come back to see me, but I couldn't wait...'

Sudden.

Her body froze, as if she had guessed something, her throat rolled, and she spoke with difficulty:

"Don't ask?"

"it's me."

A familiar voice rang in her ears, and a warm breath submerged into her exhausted body.

Qin Qingrong opened her eyes tremblingly, and in her sight was a familiar but old face.

"you're old."

"We're all old."

"Ah……"

Qin Qingrong's eyes were red, she sat up slowly, stretched out her hand to caress the cheek of the person in front of her, and said in a trance:

"If this is a dream, I hope I never wake up."

"This is not a dream."

Mo Qiu spoke slowly, with complicated eyes:

"Sorry, I'm late."

"No, it's not too late." Qin Qingrong's wrist trembled slightly:

"This is really not a dream."

It's not a dream, how can I open my eyes?

It's not a dream, how can I sit up?

not a dream...

How can I meet the person in front of me?

but.

Even if it is a dream, she is willing.

…………

Autumn has passed, and winter is approaching.

Among the mountains and forests.

The fallen leaves cover the ground, and the birds have already returned to their nests.

Except for the cold wind that blows from time to time, there is no one here, but there are two people swimming hand in hand.

Both of them are no longer young.

The man has white hair at the temples and a vicissitudes of life on his face, making it difficult to tell his age.

The woman's hair was already gray, her face was gone, only a layer of shriveled flesh remained on her hands, and her figure was even more rickety.

"Crack..."

Stepping on the fallen leaves, listening to the sound of footsteps, Qin Qingrong's face showed a long-lost satisfaction.

"Several years!"

She sighed softly:

"I haven't dared to see the wind for a long time, for fear of catching cold, and living seems to be a torment."

"It's always good to be alive." Mo Qiu said again:

"I'm late."

"It's not too late." Qin Qingrong tightened her wrists when she heard the words, and turned her body shyly:

"I should have prepared."

Although there is a woman arranged by a friend to take care of her, she hasn't washed up properly for a long time after all.

The aging body exudes an old man's smell.

Pungent, foul-smelling, rotten.

If it is said that in the eyes of practitioners, mortals are full of turbidity.

The mortal who is about to age is a mixture of filthy things, and it is disgusting to look at.

Mo Qiu tilted his head and looked at Qin Qingrong, his expression unchanged.

The person in front of him is no longer youthful, even if he had taken the nourishing pill, it has lost its effect now.

The white hair, the wrinkles on the face, the cloudy eyes, the joyful but apprehensive eyes...

In the past, she had an outstanding appearance and confident eyes.

now.

The body is nearly decayed, and the soul is like a candle in the wind, weak and powerless, if there is no power to protect it, a gust of wind can easily blow it out.

Just like countless old mortals who are about to die.

but.

She is so special.

"Senior Sister."

Moqiu spoke for the third time:

"I'm late."

"clatter……"

The sound of footsteps stopped abruptly, Qin Qingrong turned around slowly, as if she understood something, her eyes were already in tears.

She shook her head tremblingly, her voice hoarse:

"It's not too late."

"If you can come, I... am already satisfied."

Mo begged for silence, then sighed softly, flicked his long sleeves, and flew up into the sky with Qin Qingrong.

In the vast sky, he flexed his fingers a little, and a ray of flame came out of the air, turning into a cloud, and there was a cloud chair on it.

The flame floated like a cloud, but the red light was not visible, and when it fell on it, it was like stepping on the ground, without any discomfort.

Qin Qingrong stepped on it tentatively, the wrinkles on her face stretched out, and she smiled:

"Flying in the sky, you can change countless things, junior brother, you have become a true immortal."

She was afraid of heights since she was a child, but now she supports Moqiu and steps on the clouds, she is not afraid at all.

"Not an immortal." Mo Qiu shook his head:

"It's just a practitioner who seeks immortality."

"That's also very good." Qin Qingrong sat on the cloud chair with Mo Qiu's support, took a breath, and said:

"Ever since we left Horned Star City, I have understood that no matter what you want to do, you can do it."

"Yeah."

Mo Qiu smiled lightly, waved his hand and manifested a cloud stool at the side, and sat on it:

"Things are difficult in the world. For people like you and me who have no foundation, there is nothing easy in the world. I never thought that I would be able to get to this point."

"Yes." Qin Qingrong nodded:

"That's why I admire you even more."

"From a pharmacy apprentice in a small place, body training, acquired, innate, until now."

"You have accomplished everything step by step. If you think about it, you will definitely be able to become a real immortal in the future."

"Unfortunately……"

She shook her head lightly, with regret in her voice:

"I can not do it."

Mo Qiu didn't say a word, and he said after a long time:

"After I left, what happened to everyone else?"

"Others?" Qin Qingrong raised her head, her eyes dewed in thought:

"You left a lot of good things behind, such as exercises, pills, and medical books. Senior Dong also made sure not to leak them."

"Later, the strength of the people around me gradually became stronger, and the Lingsu School reappeared, but... people's hearts will always change."

She glanced at Mo Qiu with a calm expression:

"Those registered disciples of yours seem to have a conflict and want to fight for something outside of them."

"I couldn't stand the quarrel between them, so I went back to Jiaoxing City, and once again to the Qingsang Pharmacy, to live my life with peace of mind."

the most important is.

From her previous memories, there are also many regrets. To the elders, Falling Leaves Return to Their Roots is not just a nice empty talk.

"Senior Brother Qi was drinking too much and left early. Nightingale suffered from a serious illness a few years ago, and she couldn't make it through half a month of hard work."

"Sister Ling went to her husband's house again. Something happened at home, and she passed away in Changxiu's house the year before last. That was also the last time I would travel far away."

"Xun Liu, leave too..."

"correct."

"Xun Liu's wife, Xiao Chu, came back with another child, and Xun Liu... adopted him as a foster son."

"Ms. Dong came back, but she seemed to be in a hurry. She left after a short stay and never came back. Senior Dong didn't speak for half a month. Maybe he regretted not keeping his daughter by his side."

"Zi Ling..."

"Jinxi treats me as always. We are still good friends, but she spends all her time on her career, unlike me, who has become less and less willing to talk or go out these years..."

Slowly, her voice was slow.

Everyone has a story.

But in her mouth, these are just stories.

Decades of experience are enough for her to see through a lot of things, and her temperament has long since become calm. Only those who care about her heart can make ripples.

"Mo Qiu." At the end, Qin Qingrong did not call Mo Qiu Junior Brother, but called him by his full name:

"Why did you come back this time?"

"Still... want to go?"

"I." Mo Qiu revealed his face in thought, and then said:

"Senior sister...Qing Rong, do you want to hear about my experience over the years?"

"Of course." Qin Qingrong's face seemed to light up, she nodded and said:

"I'd love to hear it."

"Back then, when I separated from you and went to Xiandao with Nineteen Niangs, something happened on the way..."

Mo Qiu talked about the past, his eyes were far away, Qin Qingrong listened carefully, and his mood fluctuated accordingly.

"That's it, I joined the Cangyu Sect, but because I am a mortal, there are some troubles..."

"Succeeded in qi refining, in the black prison..., and went to the Wei Dynasty... the secret realm..., Daoist monk..."

"Finally, I came out of the trapped place."

Qin Qingrong listened quietly without interruption, as if following Mo Qiu into the experience.

After a long time, Fang said:

"We have been together day and night for seventeen years, and we just separated like this. Didn't your senior sister say anything?"

"What can you say?" Mo Qiu smiled lightly.

"I don't believe it." Qin Qingrong shook her head and said:

"I met you when I was most helpless, we fled together, and we got along day and night, and we achieved Daoji together."

"After so many years, how could she not have other feelings for you?"

As he spoke, his eyes moved slightly:

"You, haven't you ever been moved?"

Don't begging to show his face and ponder, he said for a long time:

"At the beginning, I also asked myself, would I be moved by being with a talented opposite sex for such a long time?"

"What's the answer?" Qin Qingrong looked sideways.

"The answer is..." Mo Qiu looked at the other party, his expression softened rarely, and his voice was soft:

"If you really have a place in your heart, some thoughts will never come up again, and...should not come up again."

"There are always better choices in the world, and there are always better people, but there will be no past."

Looking at each other, Qin Qingrong's cheeks gradually turned red, and there was a shyness that only young people showed on his old face, but there was regret in his eyes:

"pity……"

"Yes, it's a pity!"

Don't beg to sigh:

"It's too late to understand some things."

I missed my childhood sweetheart, avoided the first love, and now, I am facing life and death.

What can I do if I understand my mind at this time?

He got up and stood up, looked up at the sky, and then looked back at Qin Qingrong with long eyes.

Suddenly said:

"Shall we get married?"

"ah!"

The two have missed too much, but as long as they wake up, it's always good.

He is late.