There is no rock that is truly immovable. The cruelest thing in the world is waiting... Waiting is the first sign of aging in life.
Wait until the night-blooming cereus blooms again...
Wait until the scenery is clear...
A hundred years have passed in a flash. The years are peaceful, but things and people have changed.
I finally understood the terrifying curse Huo Liang had placed on me. Back then, he had cursed me to be immortal, a terrifying curse that meant no matter what happened to me, even if I harmed myself, I would never die.
Yes, he succeeded. For a hundred years, my family, my lover, my friends have all left me, and I have no way to die.
Who can imagine that the people you love, your children, your grandchildren, your relatives, your good brothers, friends and sisters, pass away one by one in front of your eyes, and you can only watch it all indifferently and grieve secretly.
My wife, Ning Xue, passed away at a ripe old age. After her body was cremated, I buried her ashes alone in the cemetery. Every year on Qingming Festival, her birthday, and the anniversary of her death, I would visit her. Sometimes, I longed to die right there at her grave, just to be with her. But I couldn't.
I can't die!
Sometimes, when I was worried and drowsy late at night, a beautiful girl in silver clothes would appear in my mind. When she saw me, she would smile sweetly, then put her hands on her waist, point at me and say in a condescending manner, "Yes, my Lord!"
Yes, sir…
Once upon a time, I obeyed someone like this...
Once upon a time, I was so obsessed with someone...
once Upon a time……
The days passed like years, and I drank to drown my sorrows, but I could not remember who that person was...
The person who could make me say "Yes"... seemed to be a girl... a girl as beautiful as a fairy...
But I can't remember who she is or what she looks like.
When she was around, she wouldn't let me drink because it would hurt her... I don't know why.
I looked at the empty wine bottle, smiled bitterly, and threw it on the ground.
The dim moonlight reflected on my shoulders and the ground, leaving my lonely shadow.
The cold wind is blowing.
I took out the Seven Star Sword from my back and danced with the wind.
The sword is like a white snake spitting out its tongue, hissing and breaking through the wind, like a blue dragon emerging from the sea, flying across the sky; sometimes it is as light as a swallow, with seven stars in a row, and sometimes it is as sudden as lightning, with leaves falling everywhere.
The Seven Star Divine Art...what a familiar feeling.
The Seven Star Sword Technique...how can it be so fascinating?
The girl's smiling face was reflected under the sword shadow.
Who...is she?
Why does she always appear in my dreams, in my life, and even on my Seven Star Sword, is her shadow...
have no idea……
I can't remember anything.
Even if I survive the ravages of a hundred years, my body is becoming less and less robust than it was in my youth. A cold wind blew outside, and I couldn't help but shiver all over. I stumbled back into the house, somewhat unsteadily.
The next day, my children and grandchildren brought the tragic news, saying their great-grandmother was dying and wanted to see me one last time. Their great-grandmother was Xu Suqing, Ning Xue and I's daughter, and I was their great-grandfather.
110 years ago, Ning Xue and I had a daughter named Xu Suqing. Little Suqing was only about three years old then, and the first thing she said was "Su." 90 years ago, little Suqing got married, and I had a handsome little grandson. 70 years ago, I had a great-grandson, 50 years ago, I had a great-great-grandson, 30 years ago, I had a great-great-grandson, and in the past ten years or so, I've had a sixth-generation grandson—my granddaughter...
When I heard that my precious daughter, Xiao Suqing, had passed away, I was a little sad, but my expression remained calm. Because in the past hundred years, I have seen so many things like this, and nothing can stir my heart anymore.
Little Su Qing lived to be 113. Perhaps she inherited a little of the curse in me, which is why she lived a little longer. Even her children and grandchildren will die before her. Yes, my grandchildren and great-grandchildren have already died. Only my great-great-grandchild in his fifties, my great-great-grandchild in his thirties, and my granddaughter who just celebrated her tenth birthday this year remain.
And of course, their families.
I rushed to the hospital, where my granddaughter was waiting for me. Her name was Yang Han. She had been interested in Taoist magic and the supernatural since she was a child, often coming to my place to learn about ghost hunting and other such things. I also discovered that she had an exceptional aptitude for this subject, possessing a brilliant mind, wit, and a boldness that could truly be called a "genius." At the time, I thought, "I've gradually lost interest in these things, but it would be a shame not to pass on my unique skills to future generations."
So, over the years, I've let Yang Han live with me, and I've taught her everything I've learned. Even the Tianpeng Ruler, the Three Purities Bell, the Agarwood Burner, the talismans, the formations—everything—I gave her. I was going to give her the Seven Star Sword, too, but for some reason, a strange force seemed to stop me.
Now Yang Han is ten years old and has become a "genius detective" in the criminal police team. There is almost no case that she cannot solve. Even supernatural incidents can be solved by her in the fastest and most effective way. The police department is also proud of her.
Needless to say, as her great-grandfather and her master, I naturally feel honored. At that moment, Yang Han appeared at the hospital entrance. She was dressed in a casual white T-shirt and jeans, looking fresh and natural. Her fair cheeks suddenly revealed a rare smile when she saw me, and her two small canine teeth were a bright spot.
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