Su Qingyi and Qin Zichen quietly watched the scene change. Song Song grew up day by day, built a foundation and a golden core, and became the prestigious young master of Xuantianmen. And the little girl next to him has also grown up, she has watery eyebrows, gorgeous lips, there are always so many youths waiting for her quietly on the road she must pass.
However, everyone knew that Song Qian's gaze was always on Song Song.
She had her own room, right next to Song Qian, they went out and went back together every two days, everything happened naturally, no one pierced the layer of paper, as if two people were together, it was destined by heaven.
And Xuan Cheng appeared less and less, until the elder Lin Cheng broke through the out-of-body period and everyone congratulated him, Xuan Cheng walked out from the door. He called Lin Cheng into the room. No one knew what happened that night. They only knew that when Lin Cheng came out, his face was pale. When Song Song met him and respectfully called him "Elder Lin", Lin Cheng He snorted coldly: "You really have a good father!"
After finishing speaking, Lin Cheng walked away and went back to retreat.
Xuan Cheng called Song Song into the room, he seemed to be much older, sipping tea, after a long time, he said slowly: "Song Er, it's time for you to get married."
Song Song was slightly taken aback, Xuan Cheng's eyes were a little dazed, and he slowly said: "There are many things in the future, you have to learn to be patient. You don't have to worry about anything, you just need to be patient and become stronger. You are a good seed..." Xuan Cheng looked at him , with warmth in his eyes: "in the future, you will go further than daddy."
"Father..." Song Song said in a daze, Xuan Cheng lost his usual sternness, and asked with a smile like an ordinary elder, "Do you like A Qian?"
Song Song blushed slightly, Xuan Cheng smiled softly: "If you like her, just keep her. I'm old, Song'er," he closed his eyes tiredly: "I'm old, I get tired easily, you go back."
Song Song felt uneasy, but went out anyway. When she walked out the door, she saw the girl standing at the door waiting for her. She was wearing a pink robe, and in the night, her eyes were bright and clear, her eyes were full of him, and it was all about him.
He walked up to her and asked her with some trepidation: "Ah Qian...you...do you want to be with me forever?"
Song Qian was slightly taken aback, and Song Song hurriedly said: "Aqian, I will protect you, I will treat you well, I..."
"Of course I'm with my brother." Song Qian was a little confused: "Why did my brother ask me? I never thought of being separated from my brother."
"I mean," Song Song blushed; "I want to marry you."
Song Qian was dumbfounded, and after a while, she smiled: "Yes, I always wanted to marry you."
Song Song couldn't help laughing: "Do you know what it means to be married?"
"I know, I know," Song Qian nodded desperately: "I like my brother, so I want to marry him, want to be with him forever, and give birth to many children for him..."
Not knowing what she was going to say later, Song Song was so frightened that he quickly covered her mouth and said, "Shh! Don't say it, don't say it!"
Song Qian blinked, her eyes were like a deer, clear to the bottom, starlight fell in her eyes, his face fell in her eyes, she seemed to understand nothing, didn't know. With the fragrance of flowers in the night wind, he let go of his hand covering her lips and lowered his head.
There was a fragrance in her breath, an indescribable fruity fragrance. The little girl froze from his fright, he tasted her little by little, suddenly there was a slightly embarrassing cough from the door, Song Song woke up suddenly, like a child who had been caught doing something wrong, and immediately rushed to the door with Song Qian in his arms out.
When they rushed to the door, the two looked at each other and laughed loudly.
The night was full of their laughter, Song Song straightened up, held her hand, blushed slightly and said, "Can I do it again?"
Song Qian understood for the first time what blushing is.
She closed her eyes, as if making some oath, and nodded solemnly: "Yes."
Not long after, the two of them got married. On that day, Song Qian, Feng Guanxiapei, was led by Song Song to walk all the way in.
Having watched them like this for more than ten years, and seeing such an ending, Su Qingyi couldn't help but feel sour in her heart, and sighed: "I used to be like her, always dreaming that one day I could marry the one I like. People. Wear a good-looking wedding... no, wedding gown, have congratulations from relatives and friends, and then live a peaceful and stable life with that person."
Qin Zichen didn't speak, turned his head to look at her quietly, Su Qingyi suddenly felt a little sad, she lowered her eyebrows, and said in a low voice: "I haven't lived a stable life, and my temper is also very escaped, so I especially want to Find someone safe to lead me through this kind of life."
However, she never achieved this wish.
Counting, she has lived for seventy-five years. In the twenty-three years of the 21st century, she was given to Qin Zichen, but Qin Zichen cheated on her;
In the fifty-two years of the cultivation world, she was given to Xie Hantan. Xie Hantan loved others in his heart and planned to kill her.
Think about it, doesn't she just want to marry someone and live a stable life? Why is it so difficult
Qin Zichen didn't dare to speak. He never thought that the carefree girl in the past had such a quiet and beautiful wish in her heart.
"There will always be." He comforted her, hoping she could smile. Su Qingyi grinned, nodded and said, "I think so too. Although there are many scumbags, it doesn't mean they are everywhere."
Although there are many scumbags...
As Qin Zichen read these words, she couldn't help thinking, how many scumbags has she met in the years he's not here
It can be seen that without him, her life is really not good.
Thinking this way, Song Qian and Song Song knelt down to deliver tea to Xuan Cheng. At that moment, the sky was covered with dark clouds and a strong wind was blowing. As soon as everyone's expressions changed, they knew that Xuan Cheng's catastrophe was coming!
As soon as Xuan Cheng put the tea bowl down, he rushed out instantly. The heavenly calamity of high-level monks can easily harm innocent people, and ordinary monks will be directly smashed into scum by lightning when they encounter it, so Xuan Cheng wants to find a place where there are no people around.
Not long after he went out, the thunder thundered down. Xuan Cheng had no choice but to sit cross-legged and sacrifice the magic weapon.
Song Song stared blankly at Xuan Cheng, feeling a very bad premonition in his heart. All the monks went away, but he stood there stubbornly, holding Song Qian, and looking at his father who never smiled.
Sijiu Xuan thunder struck the sky and covered the earth, first split his magic weapon, then broke his sword, and then struck his body, splitting his whole body into dry bones inch by inch.
Song Qian held Song Song tightly and comforted him: "It's all right, dad is all right, brother, don't be afraid."
The last thunderbolt gathered into a huge dragon, roaring towards the bone lying on the ground, Song Song narrowed his pupils suddenly, and shouted: "Father!"
Song Qian hugged him tightly, and he just watched the thunder that covered the sky and the earth, the bone opened his eyes with difficulty, looked at Song Song, and then was annihilated into ashes in the brilliant light.
Song Song knelt down on the ground, watching the thunder that shook the ground. After a long time, the clouds cleared and he walked tremblingly, and saw a deep pit on the ground. In the deep pit, there is nothing but a single pearl flower.
That bead flower was nothing more than an ordinary bead flower, with many rust spots, and it was preserved perfectly because of magic. Song Song remembered this bead flower. Eighty years ago, when he was still a child, his mother took this bead flower and sat in front of the mirror and asked him, this bead flower was made by his father, is it good-looking
He always thought that his father practiced the Ruthless Sword, and his mother was just a dewy marriage in the process of cultivating Taoism. My mother lived her whole life with her heart in mind, but his life was just a blink of an eye. However, he didn't realize how much this taciturn sword cultivator misses the mortal who died young until he saw Xuan Cheng's death and dao disappeared, leaving only this bead flower.
Tears poured out of Song Song's eyes, he tremblingly held Zhuhua and wailed.
Song Qian stared blankly for a long time, and finally said, "Brother, I'm here."
My father is dead, but I am still here.
Song Song didn't say a word, holding the bead flower in his heart and weeping bitterly, at this moment, the people who fled just now came back gradually. Someone said: "Dead?"
"died!"
"Hahahaha... Heaven has eyes! This thief is finally dead!"
"He has lived for 1,300 years, how can we bear it!"
The people around gradually gathered, and the elders showed ferocious expressions. Song Song raised his head coldly and looked at the crowd. Lin Cheng stood at the head and tail, looking at him with a sneer: "Song Song, your father bullied me to wait for thirteen hundred This year, should you pay back this debt?"
Song Song didn't speak, but clenched his sword tightly. Lin Cheng let out a low laugh and a pressure suddenly fell, Song Song knelt on the ground immediately. However, Song Qian in the Foundation Establishment Stage exclaimed even more. Song Song struggled to raise his head and wanted to draw his sword, but an invisible force firmly suppressed his hand.
Lin Cheng smiled contemptuously: "You should really thank you for having a good father."
After finishing speaking, the coercion was put away in an instant, Lin Cheng threw the head order into his hand, and said with a sneer, "Take it, head Song. Your father said that Xuantianmen was created by him, and his son should be Xuantianmen." Head of the Heavenly Gate."
After speaking, Lin Cheng turned and left.
Song Song held the head order, as if he could feel the elder's warmth in his hand. Song Qian stood up hastily, tremblingly said: "Brother... let's run..."
Song Song didn't speak, he raised his eyebrows and smiled slowly: "Run? Do you think we can escape? And..."
He laughed out loud: "This is left to me by my father, why should I run away?!"
"I never performed filial piety before he was alive. The only thing he left me, should I give it up to others?"
"I'm not going," he turned his head away, closed his eyes, and said in pain, "Ah Qian, you can go. I want to stay here."
Song Qian froze in place, and after a while, she put away her panic expression, as if she had grown up in an instant, she looked at Song Song quietly, and said firmly: "Okay, if my brother doesn't leave, I won't leave."
small theater:
Hyun Sung and his wife meet for the first time.
The daughter-in-law is as beautiful as a flower, and Xuan Cheng is handsome and handsome.
After giving birth, Xuan Cheng's appearance did not change. One day, the daughter-in-law wanted to celebrate Xuan Cheng's birthday, so she asked, "Sir, how old are you? When is your birthday?"
Xuan Cheng was silent.
The daughter-in-law urged it.
Xuan Cheng sighed speechlessly: "This seat... is more than one thousand two hundred and one years old."
The daughter-in-law was stunned for a moment, then carried Song Song into the house, and carefully flipped through the book.
Xuan Cheng was puzzled: "My lady, what are you doing?"
The daughter-in-law looked up from the book: "I'll just check, which generation of ancestors you probably met."