Wang Xuan stood still, his mind recollecting her youth, the way they met in an argument. Back then, he was a bit frivolous, kicking her into the lake in Ancheng, and kicking her out of danger to save her in Midi, and they became acquainted after that.
In the second half of her life, she often traveled far away, with only the little fox fairy by her side. She lived a quiet and gentle life, away from the world, and experienced the tranquility of being alone in this world.
She did not fight for the family's large fortune, leaving only a portion for herself to travel far away. She gave up most of it and gave it to her brothers and sisters, and lived in this house in the suburbs.
The little fox fairy's eyes were red, and it said: "I can understand her loneliness. She was passionate when she was young, but became quiet and lonely after the age of thirty-five..." It sobbed, and it had also grown old. Its black fur turned gray. Although its realm was higher back then, it gradually dimmed over the years.
Wang Xuan stood here motionless, thinking of her every smile and frown when she was young.
He squatted down, looking at her now silver-haired and silent appearance, and felt indescribably sad.
He tidied a slightly messy strand of hair behind her ear, stood up, and placed a bouquet of flowers in the room in front of her, letting the fragrance accompany her aging face.
The little fox fairy whimpered, Grandmaster Ma lowered his head and shed tears. Wang Xuan slowly turned the pages of the book, which had obvious signs of wear and tear. There were a few photos of her when she was young sandwiched between the pages. They were slightly yellowed, but one could still see her bright smile at that time.
There is also a photo of her and her friends in her youth in the book. He is in the photo, standing in the middle, and she is standing on his right with a big smile on her face.
When she was young, she was very pretty and active and enthusiastic, but after she turned thirty-five, she became quieter.
"A little spirit...as a souvenir?" He discovered a faint and blurry spiritual energy in the pages of the book and on the photos.
Wang Xuan protected the book with his gentle extraordinary factor and placed it on Wu Yin's chest. Then, he turned around and searched in the yard, among the flower gardens, and where she painted with his spiritual eyes, hoping to find more faint "memorabilia".
There are some, but they are very faint and not much when gathered together.
Many years later, on this day, Nova's detector once again captured Wang Xuan's figure, and some old people recognized him at the first time.
The new generation couldn't help but exclaim when they saw someone flying in the flesh, but they quickly understood who it was.
He was as fast as lightning, appearing in various places in Xinxing, which were all places Wu Yin liked to stop at, and places she would have liked to go when she was alive.
He was collecting her "thoughts". In the end, his spirit was divided into dozens or hundreds, and his figure appeared wherever she had been.
If you look carefully, you will find that those places all have stories. They are places where friends like them gather, and he has also participated in them over the years.
Are these "thoughts" considered dead spirits? They are somewhat different from pure spirits. After Wang Xuan condensed them together, he didn't know how to awaken them.
This was different from his understanding of the light of the soul and the active spirit. Although he had pursued a lot of them and integrated them into one, he only felt some of her past thoughts, without any vitality or living main consciousness.
How to activate these thoughts? He searched through the various scriptures he had memorized, but was at a loss.
Many friends came to Wu Yin's funeral. Many of them left obvious signs of aging, such as Zhong Qing with tears, Zhong Cheng with red eyes, Qingmu with gray hair on his temples. In fact, the same was true for Zhao Qinghan. No one can stop the passage of time.
Even Huang Ming and Gu Mingxi, these practitioners from the big screen, are no longer young.
There are very few ordinary people of Wu Yin's generation. Those who are still alive are very old, and most of the people who saw her off are younger generations.
It was a coffin made of special material, filled with flowers.
Some tycoons put their hopes on the future, hoping that one day their descendants will be able to develop an elixir of immortality. They want to preserve their bodies before they die and look forward to the future.
It is precisely because of this that some hibernation chambers and special coffins have been developed. Although everyone knows that if even the soul is gone, how can it be resurrected?
However, many people want to leave a beautiful memory.
Friends like Zhao Qinghan, Zhong Qing and Ling Wei selected the best coffin for her and let her sleep there, with tears in their eyes, hoping to see her again one day.
Wang Xuan was very silent. On Xinxing's side, several people who were very important to him had passed away, including Professor Lin, Zhao Zejun and his wife. Who would be next?
Wu Yin’s death made him feel depressed.
His soul entered the world behind the land of destiny and chiseled out some meteorite fragments from the meteorite channel. He refined them into a special inner coffin, hoping to further preserve her physical body.
He picked some remaining leaves of heavenly medicine from the world behind the earth and placed them in the coffin.
When sealing the coffin, he sealed the book and the thoughts he had condensed into the meteorite coffin, and injected a large amount of rich and soft extraordinary factors.
As time went by, Wang Xuan experienced the heavy feeling of losing friends again and again. His childhood friends Zhao Mo and Lin Xuan also passed away one after another.
They were just ordinary people. The reason they could live to be over a hundred years old was because Wang Xuan had baptized their bodies, but in the end he could not keep them.
His college classmates, from Su Chan to Zhou Kun, and then to Xu Wenbo and Li Qingzhu, have all passed away one after another since a few years ago.
If we go to Xinxing, there will be no more class reunions. Ninety-nine percent of their generation have reached the end of their lives.
95 years after Chaofan came to an end, Qin Cheng, who was also in the old Tu'an City, could no longer hold on. His face looked old, and there was no trace of his handsome look in the past.
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