Mo Qiu’s Immortal Fate

Chapter 398

Point Star City.

Qingsang Pharmacy.

Backyard.

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

"How's the situation going?"

The voice of my friend Liu Jinxi floated into my ears, like illusion, like in front of him, and like in the sky.

"Return to the old man." The voice of Doctor He in the pharmacy sounded, and the tape sighed:

"The main family is old and weak, and the blood is exhausted. This is an old disease. With the cold, it is already...the medicine stone is helpless."

There was a silence in the field.

Only the chilling cicada outside the house in the ear, still screaming endlessly, as if it would take the last trace of strength from the body to give up.

Qin Qingrong's breathing suddenly slowed down, as if he had stopped the needless struggle, and chose to accept his fate.

"Is the medicine stone helpless..."

Liu Jinxi's voice floated into his ears, with a touch of sadness.

In the past few years, she has given away a lot of old things, and has become accustomed to the departure of those around her.

However, Qin Qingrong is different.

Inside the house.

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

At that time, they were young and prosperous, and they were smiling every day.

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

Now!

Liu Jinxi bowed his head, looked at the old friend of the boudoir who was lying on the bed silently, his eyes were sad, and he slowly closed his eyes.

"You have been busy for a long time, you are all tired, Qing Rong also needs a rest, all...get back."

"Yes."

Number People should be, and then cautiously footsteps sounded, gradually getting farther and farther away.

Qin Qingrong could feel that the bedding on her body was cautiously collected.

A rough and familiar hand brushed his cheek gently to help organize his hair.

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

Liu Jinxi's movements froze, and then trembling hands helped her to wipe the tears from her face.

"Qin Rong, go to sleep, go to sleep."

The old, slow, and familiar voice made Qin Qingrong feel in a trance. This scene is familiar.

A scene in memory quietly emerged.

At that time, the two young people were playing in the room without telling their father. They were sleepy and tired, just like that. They lie down and say something quietly.

"Go to sleep!"

"When you fall asleep, everything will pass. Open your eyes and we will meet again."

Liu Jinxi Caress the friend's forehead, listening to the other's breathing gradually deepening, until a long time, slowly get up.

She made the bed and hoped that her friend could walk more decently, and not be as painful as Wen Ying.

"Hey!"

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

Qin Qingrong closed his eyes, and his consciousness began to blur.

Everything in the past, one after another in the Sea of Consciousness, has been blurred except for an unforgettable silhouette.

I don't know when.

The sound of the door opening came again. This time, the sound of footsteps is different from the past.

The man came to the bed and took her hand.

'Are you going to take me away? '

'I don't know what the so-called ecstatic messenger looks like, but unfortunately... I am unwilling. '

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

Suddenly.

Her body stiffened, she seemed to have guessed something, her throat rolled, and she said with difficulty:

"Mo Qiu?"

"It's me."

The familiar voice rang in her ears, and there was a warm breath that sank into her exhausted body.

Qin Qingrong opened his eyes trembling, and in his sight, there was a familiar but old face.

"You are old."

"We are all old."

"Heh..."

Qin Qingrong eyes hair Red, sit up slowly, stretch out his hand to stroke the cheek of the person in front of him, his voice is in a trance:

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

"This It's not a dream."

Mo Qiu spoke slowly, with complex eyes:

"Sorry, I'm late."

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

"This is really not a dream."

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

Not a dream, how can I sit up?

Not a dream...

How can I see the people in front of me?

But.

Even if it is a dream, she is willing.

…………

The late autumn has passed, and the winter is coming.

In 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 has passed from time to time, there is no one here, but two people are traveling together.

Neither of them is young anymore.

The man has white hair on his temples and his face is vicissitudes of life, making it difficult to distinguish his age.

The woman is already hair grey-white, her face is no longer, her hands are only left with a layer of shriveled flesh, and her body shape is even more crooked.

"ka-cha..."

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

"It’s been several years!"

She sighed softly:

"I haven’t dared to see the wind for a long time. Suffering."

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

"I'm late."

"It's not too late. "Qin Qingrong hearing this tightly tightened his wrists, and turned sideways a little shyly:

"I should prepare for it."

Although there are women taking care of me by my friends , But she hasn't freshened up for a long time after all.

The old-fashioned body exudes a sense of old man even more.

Pungent, unpleasant, and rotten.

In the eyes of the cultivator, mortals are full of turbidity.

The mortal who is about to get old is a mixture of dirty things, and it feels disgusting at the first glance.

Mo Qiu's head sideways, looked towards Qin Qingrong, his expression unchanged.

The person in front of you is no longer youthful. Even if you have taken Youthful Appearance Pill, it has lost its effectiveness now.

The white hair, the wrinkles on the face, the muddy eyes, the joyful but irritating eyes...

She used to have outstanding looks and confident eyes .

Now.

The body is almost decayed, Divine Soul is more like a candle in the wind, weak and weak. Without the support of magic power, a gust of wind can easily blow out.

Just like countless old mortals who are about to die.

But.

She is so special again.

"Senior Sister."

Mo Qiu said for the third time:

"I'm late."

"Da... …"

The footsteps stopped abruptly, and Qin Qingrong slowly turned around, as if he understood something, tears were already in his eyes.

She tremblingly shook her head, her voice hoarse:

"It's not late."

"If you can come, I...I'm already satisfied."

Mo Qiu was silent, then sighed lightly, his long sleeves flicked, and he took Qin Qingrong into the sky.

In the vast sky, he pointed a little, and a ray of flame emerged out of thin air, turning into a cloud with a cloud chair on it.

The flame floats like a cloud, the red glow is invisible, and when it falls on it, it is like stepping on the ground without any discomfort.

Qin Qingrong tentatively stepped on, wrinkles stretched on his face, and a smile appeared:

"Flying in the sky, you can change a lot, Junior Brother, you have become a real Immortal."

She was afraid of heights since she was a child, but she held Mo Qiu with her feet on the clouds, she was not afraid at all.

"can't be considered immortal." Mo Qiu shook his head:

"It's just a cultivator that seeks immortal."

"That's also extremely Okay." Qin Qingrong sat on the cloud chair with the help of Mo Qiu, took a breath, and said:

"Since we left Point Star City, I have understood that no matter what you want to do, It can be done."

"Really."

Mo Qiu smiled, waved to the side to reveal a cloud bench, and sat on it:

"The world is difficult. For people who have no foundation like you and me, there is no easy thing in the world, nor did I expect that I can go to the present."

"Yes." Qin Qingrong nodded:

"That's why I admire you more."

"From a small pharmacy apprenticeship, body refinement, acquired, Innate, until now."

"You have achieved everything by walking in one step, and you will definitely become a real immortal after you come."

"It's a pity..."

She shook her head lightly, with regret. :

"I can't do it."

Mo Qiu didn't say a word, but it took a long time to say:

"What happened to everyone else after I left?"

"Others?" Qin Qingrong raised his head, his eyes showed thinking:

"You left a lot of good things, such as cultivation technique, medicine pill, medical books, and Senior Dong also remember not to leak "

"Later, the strength of the people around me gradually became stronger, and Spirit Essence School was also reproduced, but...people's hearts will always change."

Eye Mo Qiu, his expression is indifferent:

"Your honorary disciple seems to have contradictions and want to fight for something outside."

"I, I can't bear the relationship between them. After quarreling, I returned to Point Star City, and returned to Qingsang Pharmacy again, to live my little life with peace of mind."

The most important thing is.

From her previous memories, there are also many regrets here. The Return of Fallen Leaves is more than just a nice empty talk for the elderly.

"Senior Brother Qi was drunk and left early. Nightingale had a bad illness a few years ago, and she couldn't make it through after half a month."

"Senior Brother Qi went to her husband's house again, and went out of the house. After some things, I passed away in Changxiu’s house the year before last. That was the last time I went out."

"Xun Liu, also left..."

"Right."

"Xun Liu’s wife, Little Chu, is back with another child, Xun Liu...accepts him as a righteous child."

"Miss Dong came back for a trip, but there seems to be Urgent matter, after a few people, he left. Before he came back, Senior Dong had half a month and did not speak. Maybe he regretted it and didn't keep his daughter by his side."

"Ziling... …"

"Jinxi treats me as always. We are still good friends, but she spends her time on her career. Unlike me, she doesn’t want to talk or go out in recent years... "

She spoke slowly and her voice was slow.

Everyone has a story.

But in her mouth, these are just stories.

Several decades of experience have allowed her to see through a lot of things, and her temperament has long since become calm. Only those who are worried can make ripples.

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

"What are you coming back for this time?"

"Also...Do you want to leave?"

"I." Mo Qiu groaned and 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, nodded and said:

"I really want to Listen."

"Back then, I separated from you and went to immortal island with the Nineteenth Lady. I met something on the road..."

Mo Qiu said of the past, his eyes were far away. Qin Qingrong listened carefully, and his mood fluctuated.

"In this way, I worshipped Grey Plume Sect, but because I was a mortal, it was a bit troublesome..."

"Qi Refinement was successful in the black prison..., and I went to Wei Dynasty......Secret Realm......, Dao Foundation cultivator......"

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

Qin Qingrong listened quietly Without interrupting halfway, he seemed to be immersed in the experience with Mo Qiu.

For a long time, Fang Dao:

"Get along for seventeen years, just separate like this, your Senior Sister, didn't you say anything?"

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

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

"I met you when I was the most helpless, fleeing together, getting along day and night, and achieving Dao Foundation together. "

"In that many years, how can she not have other feelings for you?"

As he said, her eyes moved slightly:

"You, Haven’t you ever moved your heart?"

Mo Qiu groaned, and said for a long time:

"At the beginning, I also asked myself how to be with a talent for such a long time. Outstanding people of the opposite sex are in the same place, will they be excited?"

"What is the answer?" Qin Qingrong looked sideways.

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

"If the heart really belongs, some thoughts will not Will rise again, and...should not rise again."

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

Four eyes are facing each other, Qin Qingrong's cheeks are gradually reddening, and his old face also reveals the shyness of a youngster, but his eyes express regret:

"It's a pity..."

"Yes, it's a pity!"

Mo Qiu sighed slightly:

"Something, I understood it too late."

I missed the childhood Sweethearts avoided the first awakening of love. Nowadays, they are facing life and death.

What can you do if you understand your mind at this time?

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

Suddenly said:

"Shall we get married?"

"Ah!"

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

He came late.