Widow Wang, the neighbor of the blacksmith shop, is a butcher. She doesn't have many relatives at home, not to mention that Fourteen is just an old man taken in by Widow Wang. Although white lanterns are hung up, the house is deserted.
Widow Wang was sweeping the floor in front of the door. When she saw Blacksmith Chen approaching with his daughter in his arms, her face immediately fell. "Old Fourth Chen, how dare you come here to offer your condolences?!"
Blacksmith Chen put Fengfeng down, his face filled with shame. "Sister Wang, what happened back then was all my fault. I have to burn a stick of incense when Fourteenth Uncle passes away."
Widow Wang was stunned when she heard this and almost thought she had heard it wrong. Is this something Chen Laosi could say?
Fengfeng scratched her head while listening to the conversation between the two adults.
Grandma Wang has never liked Dad. Is it because of Fourteenth Grandpa?
As she was thinking this, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a woman in white walking towards her from the corner of her eye.
When she saw the woman's face clearly, Fengfeng was so surprised that her mouth opened slightly.
What a beautiful sister, like a fairy!
Widow Wang also saw the woman in white at this moment, and immediately put Chen the blacksmith aside, frowning and looking at the person who came.
The woman was dressed simply and elegantly, and her young face exuded an air of transcendence. It was obvious at first glance that she was not from a common background.
A lady from a noble family? Or a daughter of a distinguished family?
What is a woman of such noble birth doing here?
While Widow Wang was pondering, the woman in white had already arrived in front of her. She bowed slightly and said with a smile, "My name is Xiang Sheng. I have just settled down here and opened a calligraphy studio."
Widow Wang looked behind her and saw that the lintel of an empty house across the street had been replaced. There were two large characters written on it, neither of which she recognized.
Blacksmith Chen could recognize a few characters and read them out in a strange voice: "Bamboo Pavilion?"
This young lady is good at writing, shouldn't she open this damn calligraphy shop on the main street? Why does she come to this remote corner? Is she too busy to spend money?
He looked puzzled, but saw Xiang Sheng smile gently again: "I saw the white silk hanging in front of your door this morning. As a neighbor, I came to express my condolences."
Of course, Widow Wang had no reason to stop the guest from coming. She quickly pulled Fengfeng and invited Xiang Sheng in.
Blacksmith Chen was left aside, but he didn't get angry and followed in shamelessly.
Fourteen lay peacefully in the coffin in the lobby with the lid still open.
Xiang Sheng looked solemn as he took out a stick of incense and lit it, but his consciousness had already flown far away and saw a wealthy family thousands of miles away.
With a cry, the baby was born.
The little girl who looked like a piano jumped for joy, her laughter as loud as a silver bell, "Daddy, I have a little brother!"
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Xiang Sheng withdrew his consciousness, inserted the incense stick into the incense burner, and stared blankly at the big word "葬" (dian) in the mourning hall.
When Fourteen left, he also took away the last ties of the past, and a feeling of loneliness arose from the bottom of his heart.
He was right. Cultivation is a lonely road, and emotional ties... are too luxurious.
He calmly said his condolences to Widow Wang, turned around and left without a trace of nostalgia.
After reincarnation, Qin Ji and Shi Si both had spiritual roots, but she only gave them an opportunity and was not prepared to contact them again.
The karma on her body is too heavy.
It's not a good thing for anyone to have too much contact with her.
Widow Wang watched Xiang Sheng come and go in a hurry, and shook her head secretly.
This little girl is really weird.
After Xiang Sheng returned to Zifang, light snow began to fall from the sky, and soon turned into heavy snow.
The sky and earth were covered in white, and everything was silent.
Xiang Sheng stood alone at the door, looking up at the falling snowflakes quietly, and suddenly thought of Si Wu Li.
He said he would come out of seclusion to look for her, but now, a hundred years have passed...
Xiang Sheng didn't know that as early as fifty years ago, Si Wu Li had followed a thread of red thread and found Xiang Sheng.
But when he arrived, Si Wu Li stood in the starry sky, looking at the huge monster that stretched across the dim starry sky, his face became paler than ever before.
"here it is……"
Si Wu Li was horrified and had many distracting thoughts in his mind, but in just a moment, he suppressed all of them.
He opened his hand with all five fingers and clenched them suddenly, destroying the anchor position instantly.
This step was not enough, Si Wu Li flicked his sleeves and took out an ancient token from the storage ring.
This is the identity token given to him by the clan, and it is also a secret treasure that monitors his every move.
He pretended to be ignorant and covered it up with secret methods, so that all the information he sent back was false.
However, at this moment, he said nothing, waved his sleeve, and a ray of green light blasted out, causing the ancient token to instantly disappear into nothingness.
He did not allow any possibility of the location being exposed.
After doing this, Si Wu Li looked quietly at the huge creature in the void, stood there for a long time, finally sighed sadly, and turned into a rainbow and left.
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