The only way

Chapter 649 Galaxy Eternal Brightness
After traveling through both wind and rain, Lingchu and Qingkong landed in a deserted place on the outskirts of a small Jiangnan town after traveling for more than a month.

Looking up and seeing the looming small town in the distance, Lingchu looked down at the fate card in his hand, and put it in his sleeve after a pause.

Flying in the clear sky for more than a month, even in the Golden Core realm, the spiritual power in the body is not exhausted, but the mind is a little tired.

He yawned loudly, shook his head, jumped up, and transformed into a petite snow-white cat with different pupils in mid-air, lightly landing on Lingchu's shoulder.

Lingchu's always calm eyes revealed a touch of softness, and he rubbed Qingkong's little head.

In order to hurry, and to avoid trouble, Lingchu's spiritual power circulated in his body, and the spiritual power fluctuated all over his body, and he used a trick to fly away to the city.

It was noon, it was the first day after the rain, and there were not many people going out. Lingchu used a trick to cover his eyes, and did not disturb a single mortal. In a few breaths, he followed the breath of the fate card and came to a courtyard.

The faint voice of conversation came from the ears, men and women, so strange but so familiar.

The small wooden door made Lingchu, the Jindan real person, hesitate a bit.

When the conversations in the courtyard gradually subsided, Lingchu finally took a deep breath, and knocked on the wooden door leisurely with his fingers.

"Tuk! Tuk! Tuk!"

The knock was slow and firm.

Hearing the footsteps approaching from inside the door, he watched the wooden door slowly open in front of his eyes.

A lot of traces of time have been added to the familiar faces. Compared with many years ago, a pair of eyes no longer have the lightness of the past.

It is as heavy as a deep pool without waves in an ancient well.

The moment he saw Lingchu, He Ziyi was stunned for a moment, and looked around Lingchu's face. Waves suddenly appeared in his originally calm eyes.

A look of surprise appeared on He Ziyi's face.

After several expressions changes, only a touch of comprehension and relief remained on He Biyi's face.

"You are here," He Ziyi laughed, looking at the girl in front of her who was a little girl at the beginning, but now she is a grown girl, with a faint nostalgia in her eyes, "Yes, so many years have passed, and when I grow up, it is still the same nice."

Lingchu also looked at Uncle He, who was handsome and energetic back then. Although his face is still handsome now, his eyes are no longer as vigorous as before.

Thoughts were complicated, but Lingchu still smiled, "Uncle He, I'm back."

came back.

He Fangyi was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled happily, "It's good to be back, as long as you're safe."

He has no wife and no children all his life, so after so many years, he is only Lingchu. Even if he has raised him for a few years, he can barely be regarded as the child he watched grow up, and he feels emotional in his heart.

At the beginning of Lingling, he had no family and no relatives, looking around, besides Sanqing Daozong, Huanniang, Lao Dao, and Uncle He's few elders.

"Although I haven't really set foot in the cultivation world, I know the dangers of this cultivation world. I haven't seen you for so many years. Huanniang always talks about you. I watched you grow up. It's a good thing that you are safe and sound."

He Biyi took Lingchu to the depths of the courtyard, the expression on his face was rare and relaxed during this period of time.

He understands that Huanniang treats Lingchu as her own child from the bottom of her heart. After all these years, Huanniang has to say a few words about Lingchu every year and festival.

Worrying about whether she is living well outside, eating well, whether she has encountered any danger, how tall she has grown, how beautiful she has become...

Now that her life is approaching, Huanniang has persisted for so long, He Fangyi knows that she is waiting for Lingchu.

Waiting to be able to see the last side.

At least to say goodbye.

During these days, He Ziyi is looking forward to the arrival of Lingchu, but also does not hope that Lingchu will come so soon.

In the depths of the courtyard, there is still the lotus leaf pond, and in the small pavilion beside the pond, there is still the stunning woman lying leisurely on the bamboo rocking chair.

In front of the Moon Gate, He Ziyi stopped and let Ling Chu go in alone.

Huanniang felt tiredness coming to her heart one after another. She lay quietly on the rocking chair, smelling the fragrance of lotus leaves and lotus, her hands on the rocking chair were limp.

After chatting with He Zhiyi for a few short words, Huanniang felt a deep sense of powerlessness welling up in her heart, she just closed her eyes, and tried to open them again, but her eyelids seemed to be as heavy as a thousand weights.

The sound of light footsteps approached slowly, and the familiar fragrance of lotus flower dew lingered on the tip of the nose.

Huanniang's curled eyelashes trembled, and there was a surge of excitement in her heart, and she guessed who it was.

Because of this guess, Huanniang's closed eyelashes trembled slightly, but she couldn't open her eyes no matter what.

Immediately afterwards, she felt her soft hands take another pair of warm and soft hands.

A faint but warm current slowly flowed through her dry and feeble body.

It actually gave Huanniang's tired body some strength.

Even Rouge's pale face, which couldn't be concealed, became rosy.

The eyelashes trembled again, but this time, Huanniang easily opened her eyelids.

Soft light poured in, Huanniang looked sideways, and a delicate fair young face came into view.

The facial features are exquisite and beautiful, and the outline is so familiar. The familiar little face many years ago slowly emerged in my heart.

Layers of smiles were revealed on Huanniang's face, and Lili was the same as before, but there were faint fine lines at the corners of her eyes.

Dingyan Dan can retain the appearance of the past, but it cannot erase the traces left by time.

"Growing up, it's exactly the same as I imagined."

Huanniang raised her hand and caressed Lingchu's eyebrows. There was a warm smile on the corners of her eyes and brows, as if she was looking at her own child.

She is like duckweed, but she wants to cover up that small, weak child back then.

When that child thrived, her heart was filled with joy.

Lingchu's eyes were slightly hot, but he smiled brightly.

"Well, when I grow up, it's a pity that I'm still not as beautiful as you."

In a word, the smile on Huanniang's face was even bigger.

Women, no matter what age, always like people to praise her.

"This little mouth is as sweet as when I was a child."

Huanniang recalled that when Lingchu was a child, it was this eloquent mouth that caught Huanniang's attention.

Lingchu also remembered his childhood and couldn't help laughing.

"Peace is good enough."

Huanniang pulled Lingchu, checked up and down carefully, and smiled softly.

Lingchu held Huanniang's hand, feeling the weaker vitality in Huanniang's body with his fingertips, his heart fluctuated, but there was no emotion on his face.

He just smiled obediently, and let Huanniang pull him, answering Huanniang's questions sentence by sentence, without the slightest impatience.

Until it was getting late, the spiritual power injected into Huanniang's body at the beginning of the spirit gradually dissipated, and Huanniang's body was exhausted, even if she hung on with spiritual power, it was useless.

Lingchu accompanied Huanniang and spent half a month in this small courtyard in the south of the Yangtze River.

And Huanniang's body gradually came to an end during these days.

It was a moonless night with few stars, the sound of insects and the fragrance of flowers, everything was so peaceful.

In the same small pavilion, Huanniang, who has lost three points of her weight, is still very beautifully dressed, with Danko dyed, red lips drawn, and flower tints.

Holding Lingchu's hand, "All these years, have you ever regretted it?"

The voice is thin and the smile is gentle.

Lingchu pondered for a while, then shook his head firmly, "I don't regret it."

Huanniang looked at Lingchu's eyes that seemed to be overflowing with starlight, with a soft smile on her lips and transparent eyebrows.

"It is the rarest thing for a person to live this life without regretting it."

As he spoke, his gaze first looked softly at Lingchu's face, and then he glanced lightly at He Xiangyi who seemed to be standing still.

Immediately, the light in her eyes gradually dimmed.

until it was silent.

The star river outside the pavilion is always bright, and the wind inside the pavilion is stagnant.

(End of this chapter)