Fairy Wife 62 Years Old Wisdom

  "Ah, the character 'Ming'... that's my master's generation." Qiuqiu was afraid of misremembering the name on the stone tablet, so she specially took out paper and pen to copy it down. Unfortunately, there was only this one name on the tablet, without the name of the person who erected the tablet; otherwise, they would have obtained even more important information.

  "I'll go ask Old Man Huang or Brother Jinglu." Qiuqiu quickly scrambled up from the ground, not even bothering to brush off the ice shards on his sleeve: "Dier, do you think this person could be the one who painted that painting? Maybe Xiaolong's father or mother is his spirit companion?"

  This guess is not too far-fetched, the news that the child got in the secret realm is almost the same. This secret realm indeed has an owner, but the owner should have been gone. Whether he died or left this world after becoming a Taoist, in short, he is no longer there. The dragon that gave birth to the little dragon also disappeared with the master. Before leaving, the master sealed off the secret realm, and the dense spiritual energy inside nourished the dragon egg.

  Maybe it's because they think they can still come back, or maybe it's to wait for the next person with fate to discover this place and become Xiao Long's new master, raising it and taking it on a journey.

  “Ming Song……” Autumn muttered the name she had copied down. There were only a few elders left from the Ming generation. If a cultivator's innate talent was insufficient and their progress stagnated, they wouldn't live for long. Just like the Yu generation, Yu Xia Zhenren and his fellow disciples had hundreds of brothers and sisters back then, but many people were eliminated in the vast expanse of time, leaving only a few behind. Among those who could wield a peak, there were only a handful of people like Yu Shui Zhenren. And going further up to the Ming generation, there were only Wei Lao and Huang Lao left, with even fewer remaining. The generation above the Ming generation was the Fu generation, which was said to have been completely wiped out.

  "There are many disciples in the sect. If this senior really had a dragon pet, why haven't I ever heard of it?" Qiuqiu couldn't understand.

  "Even if they are from the same school, there are many people who prefer to be alone and don't like to show off."

  Autumn nodded, isn't it?

  Some of the same school have Yu Qing Zhen Ren who has become the leader after careful planning, while others like Shifu Yu Xia Zhen Ren are far away from the sect and live in seclusion.

  Dragons are too rare, a big tree attracts wind, once it spreads out, I'm afraid it's calamity rather than blessing.

  Qiu Qiu suddenly realized this point and felt relieved.

  They discovered the little dragon, but didn't they also secretly keep it under wraps? If that senior from back then was indeed the master of the secret realm, he probably kept it a secret for the same reason.

  They walked forward along the mountain stream, and the sound of gurgling water came from the lower reaches of the stream. This was probably the spring water flowing out of the mountains, which would not freeze even in such cold weather. The sound of the water was intermittent, sometimes hidden and sometimes visible.

  Two people walked on the snowy ground, leaving behind winding and shallow footprints.

  Qiu Qiu followed behind Shi Er's back, stepping on his footprints one step at a time.

  He was a head taller than her and his stride was bigger. Qiuqiu took big strides with great effort.

  The child quickly realized this. Turned around and stretched out his hand to her. Qiuqiu looked up with a slight smile, grasped his hand, took two quick steps, and walked shoulder to shoulder with him.

  There's actually a somewhat strange feeling in my heart.

  It was nothing when holding hands in the past.

  But now Shi Er is a handsome and elegant young man, and if Qiu Qiu holds hands with him again, others might gossip.

  Hold hands again. The feeling is different from before. The child's hand was not so big and softer before.

  Now even more powerful.

  The boy's pace was slower than before, and Qiuqiu could just keep up.

  By the quiet mountain stream, footprints changed from one line to two. A shallow one extended far away.

  It's clear that she didn't have much feelings for Xiuyuan Mountain. This is where her master used to live and learn, but her master was a woman who was good at hiding her emotions, if nothing had happened that made her unable to bear it anymore, she definitely wouldn't have left.

  After arriving at Xiuyuan Mountain, Qiuqiu always encountered setbacks and almost lost her life.

  That day at the entrance, if she hadn't struggled to defend herself, everyone around her would have stood by with their arms crossed, not one of them speaking up for her.

  Whether it's Jingyue Shixiong or Jingyuan Shixiong, they all have their own stance. They usually take good care of her because those small things don't hurt the overall situation. However, when faced with life and death, they will only stand behind their own master, standing on their own rightful position, coldly watching her die.

  Qiu Qiu understood in her heart.

  She doesn't go around calculating things, but that doesn't mean she doesn't understand.

  Now it's time to leave Xiuyuan Mountain, and we will set off today or tomorrow. Autumn suddenly felt a lingering attachment.

  Not for people, but for this place.

  Master was born and raised here, when she left, wasn't her heart also conflicted?

  The spiritual energy of Xiuyuan Mountain is abundant, the mountain range stretches far and wide, with steep peaks and valleys, all born from nature. The founder of the sect created the sect here, from nothing to something, and since then, the world has had the Lishui Sword Sect.

  What kind of mind and vision did our ancestors have back then?

  People always say that one generation should be better than the last, and that the younger generation should surpass the older generation in order to achieve prosperity.

  But after many years of leaving the Shuijian Sect, the disciples have been following the old path, and there hasn't been anyone with outstanding talent or remarkable achievements.

  But a large sect has its own momentum, no quality, and the quantity is also enough to make up for it. Without this momentum, the Kuishui Sword Sect cannot be passed down for thousands of years.

  But as a tree grows for a long time, it will branch out and wither, and the same is true of a clan. Three generations up and down, one or two thousand people, each has their own calculations.

  But that's human affairs and has nothing to do with Xiū Yuán Shān.

  Thousands of years ago, the mountain was probably like this, with lush greenery in summer and heavy snowfall in winter. Thousands of years later, these people will be gone, but the mountain will remain the same.

  "What are you thinking about?"

  Qiu Qiu said softly, "I've been thinking about us, who are all seeking the Tao. But if you ask these people why they're seeking the Tao, how many can actually say? Look at those buried here, they may not even know what cultivating the Tao is for until their death."

  "Why did I suddenly remember this?"

  "Because I still don't know what the purpose of cultivating is." Qiuqiu looked at him and smiled, saying: "Originally thought oneself was really muddled, doing something that even oneself didn't understand the reason for, yet still putting in so much effort. But now looking at this sky, this mountain, these snowflakes, thinking it's okay to not understand... In this moment we are peacefully together... This mountain, this snow, here we have come, seen, and experienced, that is enough."

  The boy turned around and smiled at him, Qiuqiu in the morning.

  The boy took her other hand in his own as well.

  "That's enough."

  He gently stroked Qiuqiu's hair, and his heart felt clear and calm.

  These two words "insight" are innate. Autumn has this understanding and already surpasses many true predecessors.

  "What are you thinking?" Qiuqiu asked him with a slight tilt of her head.

  "I was thinking, I don't know if you've gotten used to living in Jiufeng Mountain."

  "Jiufeng Mountain? Is that where you live?"

  "Yes. Jiufeng Mountain is very far from here, the weather there is similar to Xiuyuan Mountain, it's also very cold in winter, with plenty of rain and snow, but unlike Xiuyuan Mountain, not a single day is sunny."

  "Is my master also there?"

  "Yes, Yu Xia Zhen Ren is currently recovering from injuries at Jiu Feng Mountain. You can see her if you go."

  "What about my senior sisters?"

  He didn't hide it: "There is no news about them."

  Yes, even Master is severely injured, and Senior Sister's cultivation is shallow, she might have already...

  All I can do is wish them good luck.

  PS: Today is a holiday, there are many things to do at home. So I have even less time... sweat. Has everyone eaten mooncakes? The mooncakes my family bought were all eaten up two days ago, and today we don't even have any mooncakes to eat, haha.