Quick travel to find memories

Chapter 147 Mysterious Power

At dusk, the bricks and tiles are blue and the snow is flying.

Qinghan was standing under the eaves. She was already in her twilight years. Ling Huaici put a cloak on her from behind and said, "Be careful not to catch a cold."

Qing Han turned around and smiled at him. When she looked back again, she still saw snow falling everywhere. She looked up at the sky and said, "Why hasn't Mu Yuan come back yet?"

Ling Huaici was stunned for a moment, and then his thoughts drifted back to that dark night more than 20 years ago when it saved his sister Ling Zir and the fetus in her belly, Ling Zhen.

Although he didn't know what method it used, Qinghan told him that Mu Yuan was not a creature of this mortal world.

She didn't elaborate further and he didn't ask any more questions, and they both tacitly agreed not to bring it up again.

Ling Huaici comforted her, "Don't worry, it's said in the book that foxes are playful and active by nature, and they like to play and have fun. I believe it won't be long before it comes back!"

Qinghan didn't know how to explain these things to him, so she just smiled.

Looking at the snowflakes flying in the sky, Qinghan suddenly recalled Song Huaishuang's face in his mind.

Although I haven't seen this little girl for many years, many past events have long since disappeared like smoke.

However, the memory of Song Huaishuang is always unforgettable. Qinghan still remembers the first time she saw her. Her amber eyes were really eye-catching. Qinghan thought silently, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Not long after, she actually showed up.

At the end of the door of the cottage, the sky and the earth were all white, as if the whole world was covered with snow.

In this vast sea of ​​snow, a woman in plain clothes slowly walked over. Although she was still far away, Qing Han was convinced based on her intuition that this person must be Song Huaishuang!

Qing Han couldn't contain her excitement. She strode into the snow, eager to touch this old friend whom she hadn't seen for many years.

When Song Huaishuang saw Qinghan running towards her, tears welled up in her eyes. All the grievances and sufferings she had endured over the years surged into her heart like a flood.

At the same time, Ling Huaici rushed to the scene and held up a large umbrella to shield the two from the wind and snow. Time passed by, and finally, they walked into the warm house together.

However, even though the charcoal fire was burning brightly, Song Huaishuang's body could not feel any warmth.

Qing Han's brows gradually furrowed, and a trace of worry was revealed in his eyes: "Should we ask a doctor to come and take a look? If this continues..."

Before she finished speaking, Song Huaishuang held her hand tightly. Song Huaishuang forced a smile and tried to comfort her: "Auntie An, have you forgotten that I was originally a doctor!"

Hearing this, Qing Han patted his forehead as if waking up from a dream, and asked worriedly: "So how do you feel now?"

Song Huaishuang shook her head gently, her tone calm but firm: "Aunt An, don't worry, I know my physical condition very well. I'm afraid... I don't have many days left."

Qing Han was stunned, as if the whole world had frozen at this moment. She stood there blankly, unable to accept this cruel reality.

That day, Qinghan had no memory of how she returned to her room, and Song Huaishuang's heartbreaking words kept echoing in her mind.

Ling Huaici couldn't bear to see Qinghan in such a distraught state, so he gathered all his old subordinates to find a miracle doctor, and then made delicious food for her in various ways.

Qinghan always liked to feed Song Huaishuang, and would always say: "Look at you, you've become so thin after not seeing you for a few years! Eat more!"

As time went by, Qinghan gradually became more and more familiar with Song Huaishuang's habits. She liked to eat sweets, but also bitter food. When drinking wine, she liked to eat pickled vegetables. She liked to eat Guiyun cakes and Qinghua pastries. She liked to sleep in, was very irritable when she woke up, and liked to go to bed late...

All these habits overlap with Mu Yuan who has disappeared for a long time, and Qing Han can't help but feel a little suspicious.

You know, once the seeds of doubt are planted, they will seem more and more real.

Sometimes she would even say the same things as Mu Yuan, and even their silly expressions when admitting their mistakes were exactly the same.

In the 40th year of Yuanfeng, a year of great sorrow, Song Huaishuang passed away first, leaving behind endless longing and sorrow.

With heavy hearts, Qing Han and Ling Huai Ci followed her last wish and set off for the border of Nanjiang, where there was a beautiful peach blossom forest, which was Song Huai Shuang's favorite place during her lifetime.

Along the way, the wind was bleak and the clouds were low, as if they were also mourning the deceased woman. When they were about to reach their destination, they met Huo Yige who lived nearby.

He was tall and had a stern face, but at this moment he was hunched over and his eyes revealed an indescribable sadness.

After some questioning, Huo Yige's answer seemed a little hesitant, as if he was hiding something. However, after hesitating for a moment, he decided to follow Qing Han and Ling Huaici and walked silently behind them.

Qing Han muttered to herself: "How strange, are there any relationship between them? But I never knew they knew each other..." She couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Ling Huaici remained silent, only occasionally observing Huo Yige's every move out of the corner of his eye.

In this way, the three of them passed through the dense peach forest and finally arrived at the place Song Huaishuang mentioned. It was peaceful and tranquil here, with petals falling all over the ground like a soft carpet, gently covering the earth.

Huo Yige stood quietly by the side, staring at the name engraved on the tombstone, the sadness in his eyes becoming more and more intense. Qing Han looked at his affectionate and complicated eyes, and became more and more confused.

In this peach blossom forest, will a past event buried by time gradually surface? Qing Han decides to find out the reason...

After that, it didn't take long for Qing Han to contact Mu Yuan through various methods, and he would try to ask almost every day.

When the two finally got through to each other, Qinghan couldn't wait to ask, "What happened? Where have you been all these years?" Her voice was full of anxiety and worry.

Mu Yuan was in an extremely heavy mood. She tried hard to recall her past experiences, but her mind was fuzzy. She only remembered that when she was practicing, she suddenly felt a mysterious and powerful force, which forcibly led her consciousness away.

As for what happened afterwards, she had no recollection of it. Mu Yuan frowned and said sullenly, "I really don't know. Just an incense stick ago, I was still concentrating on my training, and then I felt that mysterious power. Then, when I came to my senses, it was already like this."

Seeing Qing Han again, Mu Yuan couldn't help but feel a little shocked. In just a short time, Qing Han and the others had become so old!

She stared at everything in front of her with wide eyes, in disbelief. Qing Han, who was once young and beautiful, now had wrinkles all over her face, and her hair had turned gray and sparse. Such a huge change made Mu Yuan feel heartbroken.

Qing Han listened to Mu Yuan's story silently, with her lips tightly pursed and not saying a word.

She knew that their every move seemed to be secretly monitored. This feeling made her very uneasy, and she also realized that the seriousness of the situation was far beyond their imagination...

Three years passed in the blink of an eye, and Huo Yige finally could not resist the fickleness of fate and passed away.

Ling Zhen silently sorted out his belongings, her heart filled with grief and reluctance. However, at this moment, she unexpectedly discovered some clues - there seemed to be traces of another woman living in the room.

This amazing discovery shocked Ling Zhen, and she told Qing Han. Qing Han suddenly remembered the mysterious "Uncle Ren" that Song Huaishuang had muttered to himself in his sleep.

At this moment, everything became clear. It turned out that the person Song Huaishuang was thinking about was Huo Yige!

When everyone heard about this, they all sighed and lamented. This tragic and joyful past was like a sad piece of music, lingering in everyone's heart.

However, everyone tacitly chose to bury the deep regret deep in their hearts and were unwilling to mention it easily.

In the winter of the sixtieth year of Yuanfeng, the wind was cold and the snow was heavy. Unfortunately, Ling Huaici was infected with a serious disease, and there was no cure, and his life gradually came to an end.

On that cold day with the first snow falling, he lay quietly in Qinghan's arms and closed his eyes peacefully.

Qing Han gently called out to Mu Yuan, her eyes revealing endless sadness and relief. She whispered, "Let's go! It's time for us to leave..."

Before he finished speaking, Mu Yuan performed a magical spell and drew out a puff of green smoke from Ling Huaici's body.

The smoke, like a lively elf, quickly wrapped around a small tree growing in the spiritual spring.

Immediately afterwards, Mu Yuan and Qing Han's consciousness merged into the spiritual spring.

As a breeze blew by, their figures gradually disappeared from this world, as if they had never appeared.

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