Chapter 1630 Fellow Daoist, Please Wait 40
After only two days apart, Song Jinhuan noticed that Lao Yu was much more dull than before.
Unaware that three gazes were fixed on him, the glow of the setting sun illuminating his sharply defined profile, adding to his handsome features.
The matter of the Demon Lord Qingyun has come to an end.
Song Jinhuan glanced at the stagnant progress and decided to take Lao Yu to his grave.
After a short rest, they split up into two groups with Ma Chengliang and Yang Xiuying.
"Old Yu, what did you encounter in the illusion?" Song Jinhuan asked as they walked side by side.
Everyone could see that Lao Yu's changes began after the illusion.
The man looked toward the source of the sound and slowly blinked twice.
The newly grown hair was tied into a small ponytail at the back of the head, with a few strands that couldn't be tied together hanging down by the cheeks.
The sound of footsteps crunching on the pebbly ground was very soft.
Song Jinhuan waited patiently for a reply.
"It's snowing," he said suddenly.
The young Taoist priest tilted his head to look at him, his focused gaze carrying a hint of encouragement.
“Very big.”
"A vast expanse of white."
"I walked for a very, very long time."
"It's so long, I don't know where to go."
"Keep walking."
His speech was somewhat incoherent.
Aside from learning that the other party was hiking in the vast snowfield, Song Jinhuan could not obtain any other information.
She thought for a moment, "Are you alone?"
Old Yu glanced at her, his lips unconsciously tightening, and shook his head.
The young Taoist priest's eyes lit up. It seemed that Lao Yu's change was related to another person in the illusion!
Do you remember who it was?
Old Yu glanced at her again and nodded.
"Who?" Song Jinhuan couldn't help but feel nervous, and his fists clenched involuntarily.
"you."
Song Jinhuan exclaimed in surprise, "What?"
"You can't breathe."
"I'll carry you on my back and keep walking."
"It took a very, very long time."
"I came out when I realized it was you."
The man's brows were furrowed deeply, and his face, which didn't need to breathe, inexplicably made people feel suffocated.
Song Jinhuan couldn't help but take a deep breath. Seeing his gaze gradually unfocused as he reminisced, she quickly grabbed his hand and placed it under her nose, gently soothing him, "Can you feel it?"
"Everything in the illusion is unreliable."
"I can breathe!"
The breath sprayed onto my fingers.
Old Yu immediately snapped out of his daze, a hint of joy appearing on his jade-like face. "That's...that's wonderful!"
"You're right, nothing in the illusion is real!"
In illusions, one often encounters unresolved obsessions, indelible beliefs, or expectations of what might happen.
Song Jinhuan thought she could learn some information about the mission in his illusion, but she never expected that in just a few days, she would have become so important to him.
She stared at his tightly clasped hand, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopped herself, and decided against it.
It's rare to see him so happy.
Old Yu's eyes were always on her out of the corner of his eye. When he realized that his behavior was being tolerated, his eyes flickered with excitement, unsure of what to do, yet he dared not show it too obviously.
He had a natural attraction to her.
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Lao Yu's tomb is located in the southwest of Pingchang County. According to the "Pingchang Chronicle", a thousand years ago there was a temple above it that was frequented by pilgrims. Later, only one monk was left to guard the temple. After the monk passed away, the temple gradually fell into disrepair.
Song Jinhuan guessed that Lao Yu was very likely the last monk.
Unfortunately, his name was not recorded in the book; it only mentioned that he was skilled in medicine.
The two quickly arrived at the entrance to the tomb.
Song Jinhuan gripped his longsword with both hands, pointing it straight ahead, and asked, "Are you familiar with this territory?"
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