Shrouding the Sky: The Empress Against the Immortals

The mountains and rivers are quiet at sunset, and the sound of pines and green bamboos.

The cool breeze made the whole dwarf mountain a bit cooler.

Ling Song, who was so sad, sat alone in front of the old man's grave for a whole day, until the sun had completely set, and gradually accepted the fact that the old man passed away.

"Nannah."

On the path leading to the foot of the mountain, a little boy with a tiger's head and a tiger's brain appeared.

"Father asked me to tell you to go down for dinner." The little boy said out of breath, obviously running all the way up from the foot of the mountain.

He was a child of the woodcutter's family, only half a year older than Ling Song, and his name was Liu Erhu.

"I'm not hungry, you can eat by yourself." Ling Song shook his head and responded softly.

She really has no appetite.

"Then... that's fine." Liu Erhu scratched his head honestly, a boy of seven or eight years old, it's hard to expect him to persuade others.

……

That night, in the dead of night, Ling Song went down the mountain alone, went to the small river and carried the big stone on which the old man sat cross-legged while fishing, and carried it to the short hill. Then he used his divine power and pointed like a knife to cut it into a stone tablet.

When it was time to engrave the inscription, Ling Song realized that he really knew too little about the old man.

Don't know his life, don't know his age.

His ancestral home and date of birth are unknown.

In the end, Ling Song could only carve a line of words "Tomb of the old teacher Gongyang Yongming" on the stone tablet.

Simple to sad.

After the stele was erected, after dawn, Ling Song went to the small village at the foot of the mountain to borrow some incense and yellow paper from the villagers, and made a serious worship.

She kowtowed six times to the grave.

The extra three are the apprenticeship rites.

Afterwards, Ling Song packed up his belongings and left all the things the old man used before him in the thatched hut. He only took away the yellowed ancient scroll that recorded the ancient scriptures of Taiyin and a few cabbage plants in the vegetable field. .

She didn't want to stay on this short hill any longer.

The bronze ring left to her by her elder brother Ling Su was enough to make her feel the sadness of seeing things and thinking about others, and she didn't want to distract herself from thinking about another person.

Ling Song came to the foot of the mountain and gave the cabbages to the villagers who lent her incense and yellow paper.

She has no possessions, so she can only use this to thank the other party for her help.

The family refused several times, saying that the old man had helped them, some sticks of incense, some rolls of yellow paper, even if Ling Song didn't come to borrow them, they would go to worship.

"Uncle Zhong Wu, it's up to you if you want to worship, it's different from the incense sticks I borrowed." Ling Song couldn't help but put a few cabbage plants at the gate of the family's courtyard, then turned and left.

"This child..."

Uncle Zhong Wu chased him out, but seeing Ling Song walking fast without looking back, he had no choice but to accept it.

"Girl Song, don't be too sad, the old fairy said it is a happy funeral." The woodcutter saw the scene just now, he stood at the door of his house, and greeted Ling Song.

He is Liu Erhu's father, named Liu Lianyi.

"Uncle Liu, I'm fine." Ling Song forced a smile from the corner of his mouth.

"Otherwise, you should move down to live. There are more people in the village and it is more lively. If you need anything, you can help as soon as possible." Liu Lianyi persuaded.

"Thank you, Uncle Liu, but I want to go outside for a while and come back in a few days."

Ling Song wanted to go to the five-color altar to have a look, but it was impossible to explain this to the people in the village.

"It's good to go out for a walk." Hearing this, Liu Lianyi didn't persuade her any more, but habitually told her to be more careful on the road.

Yesterday Ling Song jumped up the dwarf mountain, and everyone already knew how extraordinary she was, so they didn't think there was anything wrong with a seven-year-old child going out alone.

"By the way, Uncle Liu, please tell everyone in the village about the matter between me and my master, don't tell the outside world." Ling Song said.

The old man hides here in a low-key way, maybe he has something to hide, maybe he is indifferent, in short, he probably doesn't want people outside to know his existence.

"Okay." Liu Lianyi nodded quickly, "Don't worry, almost everyone in the village has received the favor of the old god, I will remind everyone, and I won't talk nonsense."

"Thank you!"

As Ling Song walked away step by step, Liu Lianyi stood where he was, and suddenly sighed.

A seven-year-old girl, her tone is neither humble nor overbearing, and her words and deeds are restrained.

If it wasn't for the fact that he was too sad yesterday and inadvertently showed his side of a practitioner in front of them, I am afraid that people would not have guessed that Ling Song could fly to the sky and escape from the earth at a young age.

At an age that should be the most publicized and the least concealable, she is so low-key and restrained, without any hint of pride.

On the other hand, my two sons are still mischievous all day long, they only care about fishing in the river and digging out bird nests in the trees.

It pales in comparison.

"It's no wonder that the old god chose her as the successor." The seven-foot strong man felt lost.

He knew very early on that Gongyang Yongming was not a mortal, so he made many insinuations, hoping that the old god would accept his two sons as apprentices.

When the old man brought Ling Song back from the outside, he still hated his two sons, who were close to the water but let outsiders pick the moon first.

Now it seems that there is really no comparison.

……

By the river.

Ling Song walked alone along the coast.

She came to the place where she met Gongyang Yongming again.

The scene of the dirty girl covered in black mud squatting by the river to wash her face and hands, wiping her tears and being ridiculed by the old man is still in a trance like yesterday.

After standing silently for a while, Ling Song turned and walked forward, circling along the patch of reeds.

She planned to walk back along the wandering route after leaving the small world of the ancient temple in the past, because Ling Song was still thinking about the very special 'green leaf purple flower' orchid grass that she met on the road back then.

That should be a spiritual herb.

If it can be picked back, it will definitely help her practice.

She didn't choose to fly because she was short when she was wandering.

Not being tall enough means that there is very little in sight.

At the places Ling Song walked through at that time, only by walking on the ground again can he compare the scene with the picture in his memory, so as to find the place where the spirit grass is.

Just when Ling Song circled to the other side of the reed field, as if the scene from the past reappeared, several half-children bumped into her by accident.

Take a closer look, aren't those the children who had conflicts with her last year?
The tall boy standing in the middle with a frog in his hand was the one who stopped Ling Song from entering the village.

"Huh? It's that little beggar!"

The other party obviously recognized Ling Song.

"Okay, you dare to come back and beat her!" The enemy was extremely jealous when they met, and when the boys saw Ling Song, they remembered the embarrassing memory of being stoned by Ling Song that day, and then they chased and failed to catch up.

It's a pity that they obviously couldn't imagine how great Ling Song's changes would be after not seeing him for a year.

She is no longer the little girl who could only run away!