Chapter 227 You are an old friend!
"Grandpa Divine General, could the people he spoke of who are destined to meet us be us? Look how fortunate we are to have met here, and the children are playing so well together. Moreover, nearly a thousand years have passed; your benefactor is probably long gone—"
She stopped there, because everyone understood.
Grandpa Shenjiang looked at them, then at the happy Snow Child, and didn't know what to do. He was very conflicted. If they used Snow Child, Snow Child would disappear.
Moreover, are they really the destined people that their benefactor spoke of?
Will my benefactor really not come back? What if one day my benefactor comes looking for Xuezhi?
Doesn't that mean he's betraying his benefactor's trust?
He kept thinking about these questions, and for a while, he felt a little exhausted.
Yu Xiaoluo and Bao Shuoyu's excitement gradually faded as they saw the general's hesitant expression.
Bao Shuoyu hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Grandpa Divine General, what is your benefactor's name?"
The god thought for a moment, "I don't know his name, and he didn't say it, but he said his surname is Qing and told me to call him Mr. Qing. Moreover, my benefactor is very handsome and has a dignified appearance."
"Mr. Qing?" Yu Xiaoluo and Bao Shuoyu looked at each other in confusion at the same time.
The surname Qing sounds so familiar. It seems like there really is someone with the surname Qing among my acquaintances. Yu Xiaoluo suddenly exclaimed, "Brother Shuoyu, isn't your real name Qingqiu?"
This name has really not been mentioned for hundreds, even thousands of years. If Yu Xiaoluo hadn't asked about it last time, he really would have almost forgotten that he had such a name.
"Yes, my name in that life was Qingqiu."
The god looked at him with a hint of excitement, "You also have the surname Qing, so the destined person that our benefactor spoke of might really be you."
But Bao Shuoyu frowned. “I’ve lost part of my memory. I’ve reincarnated too many times, and I can’t remember much of it.” He looked at the pendant around the god’s neck. “I don’t know why, but this pendant looks especially familiar, like it’s something that has been with me for a long time.”
He paused for a moment, then said, "No matter what my memories are like, no matter how I become, there is one thing that will never change."
After he finished speaking, his figure froze, his whole body seemingly in a state of stillness, not moving an inch, and his eyes did not blink. A shadow walked out of his body.
That wasn't Bao Shuyu's shadow, nor anyone else's shadow; it was himself.
His eyebrows were like emerald feathers, his eyes like bright stars, his gaze deep as a blue pool, his figure tall and upright, and he wore a long robe that was as elegant as the rising sun and as graceful as the willow in spring.
This face and figure stunned Yu Xiaoluo. Good heavens, is this really her Qingqiu? Is this the Qingqiu who sleeps with her every night?
He can actually be this handsome! I could never get such good luck, not even by winning the lottery.
Oh my god, oh my god, we're making so much money!
Yu Xiaoluo roared inwardly, but she couldn't say it out loud. She had to keep her composure. After all, she was a master of metaphysics and couldn't be so infatuated.
Before she could even call out, Grandpa Shenjiang cried out excitedly, tears streaming down his face, "My benefactor, my benefactor, it's you, it really is you! I've finally waited for you!"
Yu Xiaoluo was stunned again. "Grandpa, is he the Mr. Qing who saved you a thousand years ago?"
"Yes, it's him, it's him. I would recognize him even if he were ashes. Later—after we parted ways, I drew his face from memory and have been hanging it in my study ever since. So how could I forget him? Moreover, I have always kept my benefactor's instructions in mind."
Grandpa Shen was so excited he was almost incoherent. He wanted to shake Qingqiu's hand, but unfortunately, Qingqiu was just a shadow at the moment.
Yu Xiaolu was genuinely happy at this moment, and jumped up, "Great, great!"
It turns out that Qingqiu knew he would have such a day, a day when he needed to reshape his body. He didn't want to rely on another body to survive, so he planted a snow fungus on the top of Kunshan Mountain.
However, this kind of snow fungus needs to grow for thousands of years to take human form, which is a very long process, and he cannot stay by the snow fungus's side forever.
So, after the seed took root, he resumed his original life while searching for someone who could be loyal to him and who would promise to protect Xuezhi.
Until he met the divine general, he felt that the man was loyal and righteous, and also quite capable, with the ability to protect Xuezhi, so he entrusted the matter to him.
Sure enough, a thousand years later, God really did come knocking.
I was naturally very excited.
Hearing the commotion, the little children ran over. "Master, what's wrong? What's making you so happy?"
"Grandpa, what's wrong?"
"Ah, Grandpa is happy." The god looked at Snowman, patted his little head, his feelings were a little complicated, because now that his benefactor had come looking for him, his fate with Snowman was coming to an end.
"Wait for me." With that, Grandpa Shenjiang darted toward the cliff. A moment later, he carefully brought over a large snow mushroom, translucent white, shaped like a little person, and exuding a faint orchid fragrance. He solemnly handed it to Qingqiu.
"The item has been returned to its rightful owner, my benefactor."
Qingqiu accepted Xuezhi and bowed deeply to the God General, saying, "Thank you, old man. I never imagined that you would have been guarding this place for thousands of years."
The god smiled, "I've entrusted Xuewa and Xuezhi to you. My mission is complete, and it's time for me to go back."
He gently patted Xuewa's head, his eyes brimming with tears, and said, "Remember, you must listen to these two older brothers and sisters from now on, and don't be naughty."
Snowball looked at them, then at his grandfather. He was still a little reluctant to leave him. "Grandpa, are you leaving? Where are you going? Why can't you stay with us?"
"Grandpa is going to a very, very far place and can't take you with him. Be good, okay? Young lady, and benefactor, I have to go now."
"Grandpa, wait a minute, may I ask your real name and date of birth?"
The god was taken aback for a moment, but still gave the answer. So Yu Xiaoluo took a piece of paper and a pen, quickly wrote a few lines, handed it to the god's grandfather, and said with a smile, "When you get down there, if you encounter ghost messengers or Yama, just give them this letter."
Yes, with her entrustment, that Yama king would certainly treat the old woman well, and she would definitely have a good life of high official rank and great wealth in her next life.
The god took the letter, put it away, and then waved goodbye to them reluctantly, his body radiating golden light. A short while later, his figure disappeared.
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