Chapter 8
Song Moxuan stumbled back to the mansion and saw Xiaoyu tending to the flowers and plants in the backyard. He clenched his fists hanging at his sides suddenly.
"Husband?"
Song Moxuan said nothing, strode forward until he was close to Xiaoyu, looked her up and down, and then, in Xiaoyu's puzzled gaze, he hugged her in his arms.
"Husband?"
"No strangers came to the house looking for Yu'er, right?"
"No, what happened to my husband?"
"Everything will be fine once you see Yu'er."
[It turns out that the scholar was afraid that the Taoist priest would come to his house to arrest Xiaoyu.]
[By staying with the scholar, Xiaoyu's cultivation has been wasted, and she can only live another fifty years.]
[Fifty years is almost the lifetime of an ordinary person in ancient times.]
【I don’t know whether this is be or he. 】
This ending is fine. Otherwise, when the scholar grows old and dies, Xiaoyu will be left alone. Xiaoyu will probably be very sad. What's the point of living for thousands of years?
In the self-driving car, Gu Mingrui looked at the progress bar with only 10% left and said to himself, "The next part should be about the two of them spending their lives together."
Huan Xu looked at the scenery passing quickly outside the window. Without spoilers, the story certainly would not end like this.
The last ten percent is sublimation.
Song Moxuan had the support of the King of Qi, and his own abilities and talents were outstanding, so he naturally rose through the ranks. Five years passed quickly, and everyone in the capital knew that Lord Song and his wife had a love that was stronger than gold and they were very affectionate.
This year, a flood suddenly broke out in the south. However, local officials were corrupt, which led to widespread public resentment. When the news reached the capital, the emperor was furious and decided to send an imperial envoy to appease the people and punish the officials who committed the crime.
Song Moxuan was ordered to go to the south of the Yangtze River with the imperial sword bestowed by the emperor.
A large number of officials were imprisoned. Song Moxuan personally comforted the people and organized rescue efforts. However, the flood had lasted for a long time, and the original officials did nothing, so the bodies of the refugees were left exposed in the wilderness.
Even though Song Moxuan was cautious enough, a large-scale plague still broke out in Jiangnan. Song Moxuan was a good man and an even better official. He ignored the advice and worked hard on the front line to organize people to save more people's lives. He vowed to share life and death with the millions of people in Jiangnan.
His last letter home was passed to Xiaoyu, in which he apologized for his departure.
He once promised Xiaoyu that they would grow old together, but now he might break his promise. If he cannot come back, he hopes Xiaoyu can forget him and find another good partner.
In addition, Song Moxuan also specifically warned Xiaoyu: "Jiangnan is dangerous, please don't come to look for me."
In the government office, Song Moxuan's eyes were dark blue. He also had his last selfish desire. If the epidemic could not be controlled and continued to spread, it would be a real catastrophe. It would not only threaten the foundation of the entire Daxia Kingdom and the safety of all the people in the country, but also Xiaoyu's safety. As a famous doctor, Xiaoyu would be sent to the front line.
Now that he is in charge of Jiangnan, the emperor is thinking about his achievements. Even though Xiaoyu is a famous doctor, the emperor will not send Xiaoyu to Jiangnan by force, so Xiaoyu will be safe.
A few days later, Song Moxuan fell ill again, but he woke up soon. After he woke up, the epidemic in Jiangnan was under control and gradually began to fade away.
Song Moxuan felt relieved, but he didn't know that Xiaoyu had not left the capital for several days. Only Princess Yongning, who came to visit him every day, knew about Xiaoyu's situation.
Princess Yongning forced herself to smile in front of her friends, but burst into tears the moment she left the Song Mansion.
In the bronze mirror, Xiaoyu's black hair had turned white, and there were faint fine lines at the corners of her eyes.
Song Moxuan wanted to save the lives of the people in the city. Song Moxuan and Jiangnan would live and die together, but Xiaoyu couldn't bear to see Song Moxuan die.
Since it is Song Moxuan's wish, Xiaoyu is willing to lend him a helping hand.
In the dantian, the demon pill that was completely contaminated by filth was almost shattered. Xiaoyu used her lifelong cultivation to dispel the plague that enveloped the south of the Yangtze River.
Now she is at the end of her life and only has a few days left.
Looking at herself in the mirror, Xiaoyu whispered, "I'm afraid I won't be able to wait for my husband to return. But that's okay. I'm afraid my husband will be scared when he sees me like this."
"Fool, do you regret it?"
Xiaoyu turned around and gave a gentle smile to the fox demon grandma who had appeared out of nowhere: "Xiaoyu has no regrets."
In Jiangnan City, Song Moxuan packed his bags and prepared to return as soon as possible. He missed Xiaoyu very much.
However, he met Taoist Qingyangzi again.
Seeing that Song Moxuan knew nothing, Taoist Qingyangzi kindly reminded him, "If you don't go back now, you might not be able to see that fox spirit for the last time. In recognition of her merit in saving the people of the city, I will give you the Thousand Miles Talisman today."
Qing Yangzi wanted to leave again, but Song Moxuan stopped him: "Master, what did you mean by what you just said?"
Qing Yangzi didn't want to say anything at first, but he couldn't stand Song Moxuan's nagging. Seeing that Song Moxuan was about to kneel down and kowtow to him, Qing Yangzi finally explained to him what Xiaoyu had done with a cold face.
Song Moxuan's voice trembled. He not only knelt down but also kowtowed repeatedly: "Master, do you have a way to save Xiaoyu? Please, Master, save Xiaoyu!"
Taoist Qingyangzi can only kill demons but not save them. However, at Song Moxuan's request and considering Xiaoyu's merits in saving countless people, he finally came up with a solution.
The talisman in his hand flickered, and while Song Moxuan was anxiously waiting, Qing Yangzi, with a tired face, asked his uncle to come back.
The Taoist with white beard asked in a deep voice, "Are you really willing to pay any price?"
"Song is willing."
"Even at the cost of your life?"
"Even if it means Song's life."
"It's really a bad fate." The white-bearded Taoist sighed, and finally nodded and agreed to help Song Moxuan:
"The price is thirty years of your life. According to your destiny, you only have five years left to live. After that, take care of yourself."
At the same time, Song Moxuan finally asked Qingyangzi to deliver a last letter home for him - a letter of divorce.
Song Moxuan knew very well how much Xiaoyu loved him. If he knew that he had paid another price for her, he would probably not want to live well.
Therefore, in his family letter, Song Moxuan lied that he met a woman in Jiangnan, who took good care of him during his convalescence. Not only was she grateful to him, but they also had feelings for each other. After getting to know each other, Song Moxuan realized that his liking for Xiaoyu was just liking, and his feelings for her were love.
At the same time as sending the letter home, Song Moxuan also submitted a memorial to the emperor, hoping to be transferred to Jiangnan.
On the night Xiaoyu received the divorce letter, she turned into her original form after she had cried all her tears and stopped breathing on their bed. But in the next moment, a strange power surged into her body.
When she woke up again, she had returned to Fox Mountain and had become Tushan Xiaoyu again, a three-tailed fox demon with three thousand years of Taoism.
Xiaoyu's companions told her that it was her grandmother who saved her with a secret method.
Grandma only said to Xiaoyu: "The past is over. Concentrate on your cultivation. In five years, you will go to the upper realm."
The white fox responded respectfully and began to practice from then on.
However, Song Moxuan resigned from his official position and left Jiangnan a year later. Following the map he got from Taoist Qingyangzi, he found his way to a small town and settled there.
The town worships the Fox Fairy all year round. It is said that within the mountains is the fairy mountain where the Fox Fairy lives in seclusion.
In the last moments, Song Moxuan would not disturb Xiaoyu, but he also wanted to be closer to her.
Under the bright moon, a little fox was practicing diligently on the rocks. Under the same moonlight, in the small town at the foot of the mountain, a scholar with a young face but already full of white hair was sitting by the window, writing something on countless pieces of paper with a pen in his hand.
On the bookshelf not far away were piles of written letters.
"Tomorrow is when the Ascension Gate opens. Xiaoyu, when you go to the upper realm, don't forget us."
"I will practice even harder. Five thousand years from now, Sister Xiaoyu, I will come and join you, okay?"
The girl in a white dress and purple clothes was sitting on the grass. In her arms and beside her were a few little foxes who were closest to her. At this moment, Xiaoyu was listening quietly to the little foxes' heated discussion with a peaceful smile on her face, but she never responded.
The audience outside the screen were already in tears. With their God's perspective, they saw everything.
Song Moxuan is her husband. Xiaoyu has never doubted him, and she doesn't believe the divorce letter he received.
Her husband would never fall in love with someone else; this was their agreement.
Her life was saved by her husband again. She knew that her husband had paid such a huge price just to keep her alive. So, in order not to make her husband worry, she practiced well and went down the mountain to buy groceries every month to make her husband feel at ease.
The gate to ascension will open tomorrow, and tomorrow is also my husband's last day of life.
Xiaoyu never planned to go to the upper realm. When Song Moxuan's life ended tomorrow and the underworld's ghosts came to take his soul, she would follow quietly. When Song Moxuan was reincarnated, she would also enter the cycle of reincarnation again.
In this life, she and her husband, a demon, were both on different paths and did not have a happy ending. In the next life, she would be her husband's childhood sweetheart, and they would truly be a mortal couple.
On the second day, Song Moxuan also felt something. He picked up the pen and wrote the last letter home on paper. Before he could seal it, the brush fell with a click, and the white-haired scholar slowly closed his eyes and stopped breathing.
The viewing angle zoomed out, and the entire screen slowly became blurred. First, Song Moxuan's courtyard, then the entire town, and finally the entire Tushan was included in the screen.
Suddenly, a letter was blown up by the wind, and the paper slowly unfolded, revealing a poem on it: "Untitled" (Li Shangyin)
It is hard to meet and hard to part, the east wind is weak and the flowers are withered.
…
There are not many roads to Pengshan, and the blue bird is eager to visit.
[The scholar died, and the little fox also needs to be reborn. I can't do it anymore.]
【I cried so hard.】
[After reincarnation, they lost their memories. Are they still Shusheng and Xiaoyu? I feel so sad. I just hope they are doing well in this life.]
[+1, I only recognize Shusheng and Xiaoyu. Director, please let them be together. Isn't it enough to kneel down for you?]
[Change, understand? How much is it? Just tell me the number.]
Just when Qian Xin was crying so hard that snot bubbles came out, the dark-toned picture turned again and landed on Tushan. Qian Xin noticed that there was more than a minute left on the progress bar.
Is this an Easter egg? Or is it their next life?
Neither!
The white marble fairy gate slowly opened, and faint fairy music came from behind the door. All the foxes, big and small, in Tushan breathed in pure spiritual power to seize the rare opportunity, with one exception.
Xiaoyu was filled with anxiety. She couldn’t sense it. How could she not sense it?
There was a red silk thread hanging on her arm with a bell wrapped around it. The sound of the bell would guide her to the direction of Song Moxuan's soul.
Just when Xiaoyu was at a loss and was about to leave her body and force her way into the underworld, the bell finally rang. However, the direction it pointed to was Tushan, where the Ascension Gate was!
A handsome god in priest attire walked out from behind the immortal gate, looked at the dazed Xiaoyu with a smile, and extended his hand to the little fox: "Yu'er, I'm here."
Humans and demons have different paths, but if both are immortals, they can not only work together for a long time, but they can also see all the flowers and the vast ocean.
Song Moxuan, the God of Wenqu, has returned to his position after overcoming the calamity.
Tushan Xiaoyu, a fox spirit, saved countless mortal lives and saved the world from catastrophe. She was promoted to Jade Fox Fairy and led people to the upper world.
【Damn it, give me back my tears. 】
【It ended in a happy ending, well done! 】
[Grass (a kind of plant), almost, a box of razor blades was sent to the director.]
Qian Xin burst into laughter and howled excitedly while holding the doll. Her snot bubble finally burst, but she didn't care and poured another ten deep drops of water.
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