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Chapter 242 It’s Him (Part )

Qin Jian watched the shadow that looked exactly like him walk out of the tree trunk. His figure was still transparent, and his face was confused. He looked at his hands at a loss, as if he didn't know what had happened. This reminded Qin Jian that he still remembered the temperature of He Si's fingertips, but he didn't know when the woman he was holding hands with disappeared. He realized that he was slowly fading away and turning into a shadow, while the transparent shadow turned into a tough boy, standing in the moonlight and walking back into the world.

Qin Jian knew that a past was unfolding.

His eyes and the young man's eyes fell on the old woman leaning against the tree trunk. It was a face that was strange but familiar to them, with handsome eyebrows, delicate nose wings, small earlobes... He found every detail of his own fascination on this face, but it was a pity that he could no longer say a word to her - one step away, separated by Yin and Yang, he was sleeping in the ground when she was alive, and when he woke up, the person who woke him up had died. It was like the red spider lily, which blooms for a thousand years and withers for a thousand years, and the flowers and leaves will never meet.

A feeling of powerlessness came over Qin Jian, and he felt his body changing in the void, becoming hunched, wrinkled, and turned into the old man he had met He Si for the first time. The young man did not speak, his eyes passed through the surprised and speechless nun, and fell on the Medicine Master's Temple, which was still gentle and majestic in the night, and gradually figured out everything. He heard the words that the old man dissipated in the wind, the last sentence that He Si did not hear. He heard her say - it's a pity that I can't see you again.

“No,” the young man’s face showed a solemn and gloomy expression that was very inconsistent with his age. He then lowered his head, and his dark eyes seemed to melt into the night. He looked at the face he once loved deeply and said word by word, “In all my lives, in the underworld, in the sky, I will find you.”

The words were too heavy, and they fell into the soil like seeds, taking root and sprouting. The original big tree swayed twice during this sonorous oath, and withered quickly, and leaves fell all over the place. It was a cool and windless night, and the fallen leaves did not drift away with the wind. They fell straight down one by one and landed on the old man under the tree, and soon they were covered with a thin layer. The evening breeze did not arrive until this moment, and it was very fierce when it came out, calling the fallen leaves back to the sky. Under the fallen leaves, the body that was originally covered disappeared in the blink of an eye. The old woman and her lonely but gorgeous life seemed like a dream on an autumn night, and it was difficult to find any trace - except for the bronze mirror that still reflected the moonlight.

The young man squatted down and carefully brushed the dust off the bronze mirror. He wanted to put the mirror against his chest, but for some reason, his eyes suddenly flashed, and Qin Jian realized that the young man's fingertips were immersed in the bronze mirror - he probably discovered that he was connected to the mirror at this moment.

The young man hesitated for a moment, bowed, and returned the mirror to the nun who was still standing beside him.

"Let it continue to stand on the altar and protect the abbot's residence during her lifetime."

"But... where are you going?"

"Looking for someone, fulfilling a promise." The young man thought for a moment, turned around, waved his hand and said, "She has walked the most difficult part of the journey for me. Now it's my turn to finish the story for her."

The young man's back was walking down the mountain, just like the girl walking alone back then, but this time, he didn't have the horse to accompany him, but there was more hope in his back.

After that, there was a legend on the mountain, saying that He Xiangu ascended to heaven and Lü Dongbin was born from a tree. The young man just smiled when he heard it, but Qin Jian was stunned - one must know that the traveler in the mist and clouds outside the world is not the one who grinds mirrors in the dust. The riddle he left for He Si actually had a clue a thousand years ago.

The days passed quickly at the foot of the mountain, and the passage of time was counted in years. Qin Jian watched his former self grow up rapidly with the passing of years - he gradually took control of the mirror realm, and realized his own immortality. He began to explore more ancient artifacts, studying and researching their power, but he did not want to possess them, he had no desire, he just wanted to find bits and pieces about the girl between different magnetic fields - even if it was just a fleeting smile.

The bronze mirror he made with his own hands had always stood on the Buddhist altar. Every time he collected a clue, but found out in the end that it was all in vain, he would walk through the Mirror Corridor, come to the front of the nunnery, sit under the dead tree, stay there quietly all night long, and when the night wind blew away and the first ray of sunlight in the morning shone on him, he would have the strength to continue his pursuit.

It was unknown how long this kind of life had lasted. When even Qin Jian felt numb and desperate in the endless changes of ink colors, he suddenly smelled a hint of wet mud in the monotonous scent of ink. The boy's eyes brightened, and he ran towards the stream at the foot of the mountain almost without any plan. In the sound of the stream and the cheerful singing, he saw the face that had been deeply engraved in his heart.

"A'si." Qin Jian heard himself calling out before the boy.

It wasn't that the boy didn't want to shout. The moment he saw that face, he suddenly forgot about language and words, and only his body moved instinctively. He had gone through one more reincarnation in the world, and learned to be calm and steady, and not be surprised by honor or disgrace. But at this moment, as he charged down, his left foot tripped over his right foot, and he stumbled a few steps, and finally turned into a ball, rolling to the foot of the mountain at the fastest speed. Naturally, he didn't brake and fell directly into the stream.

The young man stood up from the water quickly, wiped the water off his face, and his face was flushed, not sure if it was because of choking or embarrassment, but his eyes were honest and looked straight at the girl.

The girl was washing clothes by the stream, and suddenly saw a huge creature fall into the water. She was startled and took several steps back. But then she saw a man standing in the stream, who seemed to be stunned. He was silent, but he looked very good. He was so good-looking, he must not be a bad guy, the girl thought, and gradually regained her composure and looked back.

It was the transition period between spring and summer, and the weather was warm. The boy was not cold in his wet clothes, but in the girl's eyes, he looked like a lost and drowned dog, pitiful.

The two looked at each other for a long time, and the girl finally couldn't help but asked, "Do you live far away?"

"I... far," the boy thought and waved his hand, "Not far either."

"Why don't you go to my house and change clothes? My brother's clothes are just right for you," the girl said, pointing to the robe that was still dripping with water. "You will get sick if you catch a cold."

The boy nodded obediently. Qin Jian smiled and the boy in the painting was now wearing shorts.

After that, the young man gradually regained his calm and steady self. Of course, he did not tell the girl the truth, but returned the clothes he borrowed and the things he borrowed. After a few times, the lovers finally got married.

This was a period without disasters. The years in the mountains were plain but warm, with the daily necessities of life, the rising of the sun and the setting of the moon. The boy learned how to serve the gods to make himself grow old slowly, together with the girl.

At the end of the story, the old woman lay in the arms of her loved one and closed her eyes with happiness on her face.

The story of the mountain girl has ended, but unfortunately, the boy's has not. He buried everything he loved with his own hands, bid farewell to the breath of his hometown, and once again embarked on a journey to find his lover alone.