The moon rises above the treetops.
The courtyard seemed to be covered with a layer of silver gauze.
Qin Luo put down his chopsticks and drank two bowls of hot porridge. "The porridge is very good. I'm full."
There was still a lot of porridge in the clay pot. Huaying ladled out a bowl of porridge and poured it into a stone bowl in the yard. The old white dog came up to the stone bowl and wagged its tail happily.
“I don’t want to cultivate Taoism, so I’ll listen to you and come back to raise pigs.”
Hua Ying picked up the clay pot and poured the unfinished porridge into the stone trough in the pigsty, where the two piglets scrambled to eat it.
"You don't need to listen to me, just follow your heart."
My heart is already broken.
Qin Luo didn't know what to say.
"I'll wash the dishes."
"OK."
Hua Ying handed the casserole to Qin Luo.
Qin Luo gradually adapted to this body. While he was washing dishes in the kitchen, Hua Ying was sewing clothes in the yard.
After washing the dishes, Qin Luo went to the yard to stretch his muscles. "I want to go for a walk. Do you want to come with me?"
"Let's go."
Hua Ying smiled and nodded. She accompanied Qin Luo out of the courtyard, with the old white dog following behind them.
Huaxi Village is very quiet at night, and the surrounding villagers have long since turned off their lights and gone to bed.
There were many fireflies in the fields, their lights twinkling. After Qin Luo reshaped his soul, he walked very steadily.
They walked upstream along the stream.
On a grassy hillside, Qin Luo and Hua Ying sat down, gazing at the mountains and stars. The old white dog was digging a hole at the foot of the hill, seemingly searching for something.
Hua Ying took out a bamboo flute.
The melodious sound of the flute drifted into the distance.
Qin Luo was somewhat surprised; Hua Ying's flute music was cheerful, which made him unconsciously relax.
After the song ended, Hua Ying handed the bamboo flute to Qin Luo and said with a light laugh, "It's been a long time since I've heard you play the flute."
Qin Luo took the bamboo flute, put it to his lips and gently played it. The flute music was soft, gentle and sad.
I don't know why I want to cry.
Hua Ying rubbed her eyes.
The flute music stopped abruptly. Qin Luo put down the bamboo flute, looked at the starry sky, and said with a wry smile, "I'm not the same as I was in my youth!"
The evening breeze was slightly cool.
The grassland rippled.
"The wind is so strong."
Hua Ying curled up.
Qin Luo reached out and put his arm around Hua Ying's shoulder, just like on that snowy night many years ago.
"Should we go back first?"
"Let's wait a little longer, there will be a meteor shower tonight."
"Can you see the future?"
Hua Ying didn't answer. She leaned against Qin Luo's chest, a slight smile playing on her lips.
Qin Luo gazed at the starry sky, and soon after, he saw a golden meteor shower streak across his head.
When the meteor shower appeared, Qin Luo looked down at Hua Ying in his arms, only to find that she was already fast asleep.
Qin Luo didn't wake Hua Ying, nor did he continue watching the meteor shower. He carried Hua Ying back to the farmhouse.
In the room, Qin Luo gently placed Hua Ying on the bed and then covered her with a blanket.
In the courtyard, Qin Luo sat on a bamboo chair, meditating. He used his inner vision to see clearly the meridians in his body.
After careful observation, Qin Luo discovered that there were many cracks on his meridians that were difficult to see with the naked eye, and even his limbs and bones had extremely fine cracks. His body was like a piece of porcelain covered with cracks, but it looked perfect.
"If he hadn't made a fuss, he should have lived longer than sixty years; if he had, he might not have lived to sixty."
Qin Luo's physical body cannot withstand powerful energy. In his current state, he cannot cultivate immortality. His physical body is isolated from the Great Dao and he cannot comprehend the Dao.
Unable to cultivate immortality and attain enlightenment, he could only live as an ordinary person. Qin Luo shook his head and sighed softly. It would be a lie to say he wasn't sad, but as long as he was alive, there was still hope.
......
Early morning, just as dawn was breaking.
Hua Ying opened her eyes and stretched, realizing she hadn't had a proper rest like this in a long time.
There was the sound of chopping wood in the yard. Hua Ying came out of the room, and Qin Luo looked up and said, "I'll go cook you some noodles."
"I'll go cook noodles."
Hua Ying strode into the kitchen, opened the cupboard, and took out two eggs.
Qin Luo continued chopping wood.
A moment later, Huaying came out of the kitchen carrying two bowls of egg noodles. The eggs were sprinkled with scallions and a little bit of lard. The old white dog stood nearby wagging its tail.
"It smells so good."
Qin Luo picked up a mouthful of noodles, slurped it into his mouth, and praised with a smile, "Your cooking skills are pretty good."
Hua Ying proudly raised her smiling face, "Don't underestimate me, I'll arrange a big table of dishes for you at noon."
One dish is enough.
"I'll listen to you."
Qin Luo quickly finished the large bowl of noodles. He hadn't lived such a regular life in a long time. Hua Ying only ate a few bites, and poured the rest into the stone bowl to feed the old white dog.
After finishing her meal, Huaying got busy. First, she fed the chickens, then chopped up the pig feed and poured it into the stone trough in the pigpen. The two piglets nudged each other to fight over the food.
Qin Luo saw Hua Ying scooping up manure next to the pigsty. He walked over and said softly, "Let me do it."
"Uh-huh."
Hua Ying handed the dung ladle to Qin Luo.
You know the place, right?
"I know."
Qin Luo had worked with Zhu Xian before and knew which lands belonged to them, so he carried manure up the mountain.
The field was planted not only with potatoes, but also with vegetables such as peppers, cucumbers, and loofahs. Qin Luo fertilized each one, making two trips back and forth before he was done. In the blink of an eye, the sun was high in the sky.
When Hua Ying saw Qin Luo return, she held up the clothes she had just sewn and said, "Try them on to see if they fit."
Qin Luo put on the new clothes made by Hua Ying. The wide sleeves swayed in the wind. The white clothes were a bit yellowish and felt rough to the touch. Although they were not as smooth and beautiful as the clothes given to him by Miss Zhao, Qin Luo preferred to wear these simple and unadorned clothes.
"I really like this outfit, thank you."
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