Dijun's black moonlight is back

Ling Yu slept for a long time this time, and the insignificant time in the phantom passed quickly.

Wen Jingchan made a rough calculation, she should have slept for at least ten years, in short, it was longer than Fushuang's retreat.

During this time, she had been staying in Fushuang's cabin, and Fushuang took care of her day and night.

Sometimes Fushuang would sit by her bed and talk to her when she was bored.

Said that she missed Jinwu a little bit, said that she felt that Daoist Xiyan was too nagging, and asked her every day if she wanted to practice again.

As spring went and autumn came, although Ling Yu wasn't in any danger to her life, she still didn't wake up, and Fu Shuang became more and more anxious.

She didn't tell Tang Yuan, but Wen Jingchan, an outsider, saw it clearly.

Fushuang went to the library of Jiange Mountain to look for books every day, hoping to find the answer that Ling Yu hadn't woken up in the book.

But these are all in vain. There are not many people in the world who survive the catastrophe, let alone such a situation where the wrong person appears.

Until one day, Tang Yuan came back from Mount Qingcheng.

Fushuang found that his disciple's ring was missing from his body, and the blade moon umbrella given to him by Master Xiyan was also gone.

"What are you going to do?" Fu Shuang blocked Ling Yu's door, not letting Tang Yuan in.

Tang Yuan looked down at Fushuang, and pulled her hand over his heart.

"I want to grow old with you." Tang Yuan said.

His eyes were full of determination, Fu Shuang originally wanted to stop him, but Tang Yuan sealed his mouth.

As soon as the kiss fell, everything in the mountains seemed to slow down.

Tang Yuan let go of Fushuang, and looked at her with eager eyes: "I have been expelled from the house and returned the blade moon umbrella that Master gave me."

"Fushuang," Tang Yuan said, "I feel lonely even after being separated from you for a day, and I don't know how to spend the thousands of years after you die."

"I beg you to fulfill me."

Fu Shuang didn't say anything more, but turned sideways to make way for Tang Yuan.

He used his whole body cultivation base and fairy bones and spiritual roots to exchange for spiritual feathers to wake up.

The sky thunder struck her, and although her soul and body are now together, they cannot blend together.

That's why she was lying here and couldn't wake up. Fushuang had found so many ways, but the way was actually right in front of her eyes.

As long as someone is willing to pay for her.

If she hadn't crossed the thunder tribulation, she would be willing to exchange her cultivation base and immortal bones and spiritual roots.

But everything about her was shattered by the thunder.

Tang Yuan placed a kiss on her forehead: "Don't worry, little junior sister will be fine."

Wen Jingchan sat with Fushuang outside the house for three days, and he didn't know what it would be like for ordinary people not to sleep for three days and three nights.

All I know is that the moment Ling Yu opened her eyes, she took half a step back and passed out.

Seeing Fushuang here, Ling Yu knew the result of her surviving the tribulation.

It's just that she didn't expect that Tang Yuan also became a mortal without spiritual power.

"Brother," Ling Yu asked, "is it because of your natal magic weapon?"

She remembered that Tang Yuan had blocked a thunderbolt for her, and the blade moon umbrella was cracked. Could it be that his cultivation base was also exhausted because of this?
"How is it possible?" Tang Yuan smiled, looking at Ling Yu like an elder brother, "I'm here for Fu Shuang."

"The sky is too quiet, without her, I don't know what the meaning of practice is."

Ling Yu didn't ask any more questions, this was his decision.

Seeing Ling Yu Tan Fushuang's pulse, Tang Yuan explained: "She's fine, just rest and rest."

These days Fushuang has been staying outside without eating or drinking, he knows it.

Tang Yuan saw that Ling Yu was fine, so he sent her some things to do: "If you are well, go to the market at the foot of the mountain to buy some vegetables, and I will cook in the evening."

Ling Yu originally wanted to ask about Fu Shuang's situation, but Tang Yuan picked her up directly, intending to go to a room for her to rest, and not to give Ling Yu a chance to ask more questions.

"Can you fish?" Tang Yuan asked her before leaving: "The fish in the market are not fresh, can you go to the back mountain stream to catch a fish?"

Ling Yu didn't turn her head while holding the vegetable basket: "Okay."

The later days were very ordinary, just a story about a pair of lovers and a small idiot.

The three of them spent many springs, summers, autumns and winters in the cabin in Jiange Mountain.

Ling Yu occasionally went to Mount Qingcheng to practice, and more often she stayed with Fu Shuang.

From time to time, I would be tortured by Fushuang about how well I practiced the newly learned spells, and most of the time I would study painting and calligraphy with her.

Fushuang is a rough man with finesse, he is very good at wielding knives and guns, and he is also very good at writing and drawing.

The three of them can have a living. Apart from farming and hunting by Tang Yuan, they also rely on Fushuang to sell calligraphy and paintings.

Lingyu also occasionally helps the nearby people catch some little monsters to earn money, and her life is ordinary, but it is also fun.

It's just that the lifespan of a mortal is only a hundred years, and Fushuang is no exception.

As time goes by, Fushuang and Tang Yuan are getting older day by day.

Silver strands appeared in their hair, and wrinkles crept up their cheeks.

The straight spine became more and more curved, and finally he could barely walk with crutches.

Ling Yu has never realized that the past few decades are as fast as the blink of an eye.

Although her cultivation level is not very good, she was Shaohao in her previous life, and she is still cultivating in this life, so there is no trace of age on her face.

Lingyu, who was forever young, just watched Fushuang grow old little by little, and finally reached old age.

When Fushuang was still young, Ling Yu always loved to run from Mount Qingcheng to Jiange Mountain to accompany her, and stayed there nine out of ten days.

Later, the older she got, the more Ling Yu didn't dare to go to Jiange Mountain to meet her again.

She told Fu Shuang that it was because of more and more things, but in fact it was because of timidity.

Fu Shuang never said it, but the way she looked at Ling Yu made Ling Yu feel sore.

Wen Jingchan followed Ling Yu, and found that she had come outside the wooden house countless times, and after seeing Fu Shuang walking in the courtyard on crutches, she turned her head and left.

The number of times they met each other became less and less, and Ling Yu became more and more reticent.

On Qingcheng Mountain, she was just in a daze by herself, looking at the sky, trees, water, and moon, and she ignored her colleagues who talked to her.

During the reunion, Fu Shuang didn't ask much about it, so she just kept silent.

Until one day, Tang Yuan asked someone to bring a letter to Ling Yu.

Ling Yu opened the envelope, and inside was Fu Shuang's beautiful and heroic handwriting:
My sister Lingyu sees Qi,

When I first met, it was the cold winter of Jiange Mountain, and there was a heavy snowfall that was rare in ten years.

An accidental fate, but hit it off.

Reunited in the Taiyi sect in Qingcheng Mountain, I am grateful to the heavens for their spirit, and have to meet again.

Knowing that you have a stubborn illness and are struggling in your practice, you have tried to help but there is no result.

Once again, my body was afflicted by lightning, and my cultivation base was completely crippled, so I can no longer plan for you.

I often hate the impermanence of the world, and I am grateful for the grace of heaven that made you and me meet.

Looking at the mirror now, he is already pale and chicken-skinned.

I think you don't want to see each other frequently, it should be because I am afraid that I will feel sad and recall the past.

Don't worry about self-blame, it's a blessing to meet you.

When the letter arrived, I was already dead. I hope that my sister Lingyu will have a smooth journey in the future, and all my wishes will come true.

Jiange Mountain, Fushuang brush.