Ruan Qiuping would recall this scene for a long time afterwards.
Time cannot dilute this memory; instead, it will outline and engrave this picture, making it timeless.
Many, many years later, Ruan Qiuping could still clearly remember the weather at that time, the shape of the clouds in the sky, the words spoken by passers-by, and the silver-white crane with its head corroded away on the wedding dress on the ground.
He remembered the quickly disappearing bones, the knuckle he had grasped when he pounced on it, and how Yu Huan's entire body had disappeared before him, leaving only a piece of knuckle that he had tightly grasped in his palm.
He also remembered hugging the empty wedding dress and looking around blankly, trying to make sure that all this was just an illusion. He touched the tree beside him and grabbed the grass on the ground in a daze, looking for an exit from the illusion. He remembered that he went from confusion to anxiety, and from anxiety to anger.
He remembered that he grabbed a passerby like a madman, first asking him what had just happened, and then shouting incoherently where the exit of the magic mirror was.
The little fairy was so frightened that she screamed like a ghost and howled like a wolf. Then a brave fairy knocked Ruan Qiuping to the ground with a palm.
The man didn't use any powerful magic, but Ruan Qiuping fainted.
Ruan Qiuping woke up again in the medical clinic.
The first thing the medicine fairy said to him was "Please accept my condolences."
Ruan Qiuping looked up at him and asked, "…Why?"
The Medicine Immortal was silent for a while, then said, "Do you remember that Yu Huan was once seriously injured? That was because he was too eager to succeed, so he summoned the 22nd-order divine thunderbolt on his own. Unfortunately, he failed and was seriously injured... I said at the time that he was fine, but I was actually lying to you. He was seriously injured and was just barely holding on with medicine and divine power. Now he can't hold on any longer and has died... You can also check the classics yourself. From ancient times to the present, there are many people who died in order to ascend to the divine level and experience the thunderbolt."
Ruan Qiuping looked at him steadily, his hands tightly grasping the sheets, and asked, "Then why can't he even preserve his body?"
The Medicine Fairy said, "He is a lucky god, formed from Qi. His body collapsed a long time ago, and he was just barely holding on. During the time he was barely holding on, he was consuming the Qi in his body in advance... Now he can't hold on any longer, and the good luck on his corpse is gone, so it's difficult for him to maintain his form."
"Then why can his blood rot clothes?"
Medicine Fairy: “… I don’t know about that.”
Ruan Qiuping asked again: "Can you diagnose me?"
"What's the diagnosis?"
Ruan Qiuping suddenly took out a knife with his left hand and cut his right arm.
Blood gushed out, soon soaking the snow-white bed.
Medicine Fairy hurriedly stopped his bleeding: "What are you doing?!"
Ruan Qiuping said, "I just want you to see, see me, a god of bad luck, why my blood has no corrosive power. See me, a god of bad luck, why the token I used to go down to earth to experience disasters says God of Fortune. See me, a god of bad luck... why can I maintain the corpse of a god of good luck that dissipated after death."
Ruan Qiuping spread out his palm, revealing the white finger bone. He looked up at the Medicine Fairy's eyes, his dark pupils trembling uncontrollably. He asked word by word, "... Examine me one last time. Does the inner elixir in my body belong to the God of Bad Luck or the God of Good Luck?"
Medicine Immortal Whitebeard shuddered.
Under the threat of Ruan Qiuping revealing his inner elixir, the Medicine Immortal finally told Ruan Qiuping the truth about everything.
"… Actually, you were seriously injured by the forty-nine heavenly thunderbolts, and your inner elixir was almost shattered. If you had left it alone, you would not have survived for more than two minutes. At that time, Yu Huan was at least a god, so if he wanted to use all his cultivation to repair your inner elixir, it would have been possible. However, if he repaired your inner elixir, you would still be an unlucky god, and would still suffer the disaster of losing your relatives… He also knew that you were determined to commit suicide in advance, so he directly exchanged elixirs with you and tampered with the book "God of Luck" to help you eliminate all hidden dangers.
"After changing the inner elixir, his body was in tatters. Fortunately, he had become a god and still had good luck in his bones, blood, and flesh, which allowed him to survive for a while longer. But not long after, he transferred the good luck in his flesh into the Tibetan ball to ensure that you would pass the tribulation smoothly. After using up the good luck in his flesh, he was determined to die.
"I just don't know why. On the day when the news of your deification spread, he came to me again and said that he wanted to live... We tried many methods but none of them worked. We even thought about continuing to exchange elixirs... But how can the inner elixir be exchanged so easily? The reason you and he can exchange elixirs is because one of you is a lucky god and the other is a bad god, both of you are condensed from qi. In the whole world, no one else can exchange elixirs with you except you two. Yu Huan even thought about exchanging demon elixirs during that time... But demon elixirs didn't work either. We tried all the methods, but none of them worked. Three days ago, after Yu Huan's idea of becoming a mortal failed, he gave up completely.
"Now you have become the God of Luck, which is also the result of Yu Huan's efforts... His inner elixir is powerful. After entering your body, it quickly cleared the bad luck in your flesh and skin, and is also changing the luck in your celestial bones. However, the God of Luck is condensed from Qi, first the bones are formed, then the elixir is formed, and finally the flesh and skin are formed. The luck on the bones is weak and long-lasting, which is the root system. The so-called root system is long-lasting and difficult to disperse. Therefore, the good luck on your elixir and the bad luck in your bones are intertwined and balanced, and you have become the God of Luck."
After the Medicine Immortal finished speaking, he was silent for a while, then turned around, rummaged through the bookshelf, and took out a letter.
"Yu Huan knew that he couldn't keep it a secret from you forever, but he thought he could at least keep it a secret until you become a god... so he left a letter for you."
Ruan Qiuping remembered this paper.
Yesterday, by the campfire, Yu Huan was writing something on it.
Yu Huan lied to him at the time and said it was a plan to descend to the mortal world, but it turned out to be a suicide note.
When Ruan Qiuping was holding the suicide note, he suddenly felt a sharp pain.
He slowly opened the letter.
Unlike the previous letter which was written in a hasty and sloppy handwriting, this suicide note was written in a gentle style and serious handwriting. As Ruan Qiuping looked at the words, he seemed to see Yu Huan smiling as he sat by the fire.
“To Nguyen Nguyen:
I never thought I would write you a second suicide note.
I thought for a long time, but still didn't know what to write.
You should have gone through the tribulation and successfully become a god by now. I wonder how many golden lights you have been blessed with.
Although the more golden light you see, the higher your cultivation level will be, I hope you can suffer less.
I broke my promise and failed to come down to earth to accompany you. I also lied to you and failed to live and stay with you forever.
sorry.
You once said that you hope I will be happy forever in my life.
You did it.
I am now sitting by the fire, writing this letter to you, while you are fishing on the beach. I am looking at your back, and I feel a strong sense of happiness.
It's all because of you.
The life of a god is so long, dull and uninteresting, but because of you, I feel that this life is so meaningful.
Thank you.
Ruan Ruan, I remember that when I was leaving, I was lying on the hospital bed and looking into your eyes, but I didn't dare to say I love you. Because I was afraid that confession would force you to say "I love you too" against your will.
I was just thinking, when we are separated tomorrow, will I still have the courage to say "I love you"?
I think I can.
Ruan Ruan, you must not know that I have liked you for a long, long time.
I have watched you in the dark for a long time, so I know how warm and kind you are, how strong and optimistic you are. I have seen you get hurt, I have seen you cry, and I have also seen you wipe away your tears with a smile, and recover from all the injuries quickly. So Ruan Ruan, don't be sad for too long this time, recover quickly, okay?
Actually, if you think about it carefully, we have only been together for less than a year.
Maybe you will forget me after a hundred or a thousand years.
People in the world always have to separate, even immortals.
I hope that when you think of me occasionally in the future, you will feel a brief sense of happiness and joy.
Because Ruan Ruan plays such a role in my life."
When Ruan Qiuping opened the letter, he actually felt a kind of desolate resentment in his heart. He simply wanted to tear up the suicide note, cut out the inner elixir in his body, and follow Yu Huan.
But when he finished reading the letter, he felt that Yu Huan was hugging him gently.
Tell him.
I'm happy, it's okay, thank you.
An indescribable emotion surged up, spreading from the heart. Ruan Qiuping squatted down weakly, pressed the letter against his chest, and cried bitterly.
Since Yu Huan no longer had a complete body, he could only be buried in a cenotaph.
Yu's mother's face turned pale as she talked about this: "... You do it. Yu Huan told me a few days ago that there should be no remains after his death, and he also said that you know where to bury him."
Yu's mother paused for a moment and said, "I heard from his uncle that you still have a finger bone of his in your hand. Can you... bury it with his clothes? It will be considered a proper grave."
Ruan Qiuping held the finger bone tightly in his palm, put it behind his back, shook his head and said, "No."
Ruan Qiuping still set up Yu Huan's cenotaph under the apple tree. When he chose the coffin this time, he chose a double coffin and placed Yu Huan's clothes in it.
Yu Huan's wedding ring was corroded by blood, so Ruan Qiuping used magic to restore the ring and put it back on his neck.
Along with the wedding ring, Yu Huan's finger bone was also hung around her neck. The bone just passed through the center of the ring, as if Yu Huan's ring finger was wearing the ring, close to Ruan Qiuping's heart.
When Yu Huan died as a mortal, no monument was erected.
But now that he is a lucky god, he should at least have a monument erected for him.
The stele was erected by Ruan Qiuping. It is a white jade stele with five large characters engraved in the center.
"The tomb of Yu Huan."
From then on, day after day, year after year.
This white jade stele is still as shiny as new.
Spring goes and winter comes.
The apple tree is bearing fruit.
This fruit tree is tall and strong, but the fruit it bears is sour and astringent.
There was an immortal sitting on the fruit tree, dressed in red, eating the sour fruit in his hand cleanly.
There was a commotion.
The new neighbor's fairy boy wanted to climb up the tree to steal apples to eat, but was hit on the head by the fairy with the fruit core.
Another slightly older fairy boy hurriedly pulled the child away.
"Let's go, we can't come here!"
"Why, brother, I want to eat an apple."
“That apple tree belongs to the God of Fortune. The God of Fortune is a bad immortal with a weird temper. He should have been deified but he has been dragging his feet and never came down to earth. He stays in the back mountain all day, guarding the monument and the apple tree, and won’t let anyone touch them… My classmate touched the tree that day and was beaten by him until he cried. It was really scary.”
…Did you hear that, Yu Huan?
The legendary God of Fortune lay flat on the branch with his eyes closed.
He reached out and grasped the finger bone at his heart, and curled the corners of his lips provocatively.
I am neither warm and kind nor strong and optimistic.
Are you disappointed?
Come out and scold me.