Winter passes and spring comes, and another year comes.
With the arrival of the last edition of "Yongle Dian", Li Qing finally collected all the Dian.
He specially built a study room to store these books so that he could replace them in the future.
Sooner or later, Li Qing will get the genuine Grand Ceremony, he is bound to get it.
It's just that Zhu Zhanji is too shrewd and he can't do it now.
But it doesn't matter, he has plenty of time.
In the courtyard, Zhang Sloppy was punching, sometimes as fast as the wind, sometimes as slow as a snail. At first, Li Qing thought it was just normal, but the more he watched, the more terrifying he became.
"Master, are you accomplished in your boxing skills?"
"It's still a little bit close," Zhang Sloppy frowned, "It's just a finishing touch."
"...You said this a year ago." Li Qing said speechlessly.
Zhang Slutty corrected him, "This time I'm missing a heel."
Li Qing nodded amusedly: "That's right, you should practice slowly and don't leave your apprentice alone when the time comes."
"You are the only one who talks a lot." Zhang Sloppy rolled his eyes, "My master is going into seclusion, so don't disturb me if you have nothing to do."
"No...then what do you eat?" Li Qing asked.
"Bring me a meal at dinner time."
"...I know." Li Qing tentatively asked, "Or pig head meat, peanuts, and wine?"
Zhang sloppily shook his head: "Drinking can hurt people's sanity. From now on, stop drinking!"
"Hey, okay."
The next day.
"Li Qing, you bastard, where is my master's wine?"
"Didn't you say you should quit drinking?" Li Qing said aggrievedly.
"Fart, I'm drunk now, and I'm free every day. How could my teacher do such an unwise thing?" Zhang Sloppy blew his beard and glared in anger.
Li Qing had no choice but to prepare wine for him.
Only then was Zhang Sloppy satisfied.
"Master, are you... going to be dementia?" Li Qing looked worried.
"Can't you just read it as a teacher?" Zhang said sloppily.
"So how old are you?"
Zhang Slutty scratched his head and thought for a long time but couldn't think of a reason. "I have lived for my master for so long, how can I remember it?"
Li Qing's heart sank: It's broken, it's already started.
"Master, let's play chess."
"No, no, I want to perfect my boxing skills." Zhang was so sloppy that he was obsessed with martial arts, "It's okay, don't be an eyesore here."
"Master, listen to me... Ouch, how did you sneak attack?" Li Qing covered his cheek, furious.
Zhang Slutty said calmly: "Come on, I won't make a sneak attack."
"Come!"
“@#%……”
Can't beat it, can't beat it at all.
Li Qing felt that even if his master was really demented, he would never be his match.
"Master, what's so good about practicing martial arts? I'll take you to the theater, that's the fun." Li Qing tried to divert his master's attention, but it was of no use.
The little old man is very stubborn and must perfect his boxing skills.
Li Qing wanted to persuade him again, but was stopped by Zhu Yunwen, "Let Master do what he likes to do!"
Li Qing sighed softly and nodded silently.
…
Time passed faster and faster, Wan Ling became increasingly tired, and the master's memory became worse and worse. Sometimes even Li Qing had to stare for a while before he could recognize him.
Li Qing wanted to cut off time, but was unable to do so.
On this day, Wanling took the initiative and said: "Sir, let's go to the West Lake?"
Li Qing agreed.
He talked to Zhu Yunwen about his itinerary.
Zhu Yunwen smiled and said: "Senior brother, don't worry, I am very experienced in taking care of the master."
"Thanks a lot."
"I am also Master's disciple, and this is what I should do." Zhu Yunwen promised, "Senior brother, you can go, you can rest assured that I am at home."
Li Qing hired a carriage and rushed to Hangzhou with Wan Ling.
~
The air is crisp in autumn, the lake surface is sparkling, the clear water and blue sky seem to be connected together, elegant, soft and spacious...
Li Qing's whole body felt empty, and all the sorrow in his heart seemed to be drained away.
The two of them took a boat, immersed in their world, rafting, picking lotus flowers, and all negative emotions disappeared.
They stayed in the West Lake for a few days and visited all the interesting places in Hangzhou. After they were exhausted, they went to Suzhou again.
In fact, Wan Ling was already very tired. Li Qing wanted to take her back, but Wan Ling refused. She said she hadn't had enough fun yet.
Helpless, Li Qing had no choice but to rely on her.
The two went to Hanshan Temple. Wan Ling worshiped Buddha devoutly, and Li Qing also worshiped Buddha devoutly.
He didn't believe in gods and Buddhas at first, but when he saw her dying, he desperately hoped that there really were gods and Buddhas in the world.
In front of the Buddha statue, Li Qing clasped his hands together. He did not know the Buddha, so he could only recite devoutly in his heart: "Whether you are the Buddha or the Bodhisattva, I hope you will protect her and protect them from suffering forever..."
On the way back, Wan Ling fell ill.
Li Qing had already made preparations for her, brewing medicine, acupuncture, and injecting Qi without restraint.
Wan Ling was very cooperative, and she always drank every bit of the medicine he boiled.
"Girl, hold on, we are almost home." Li Qing hugged her, gently stroking her hair with his chin, and said in a trembling tone, "Girl, sir, can you tell me a story?"
"Okay." Wan Ling smiled, "I like listening to my husband tell stories the most."
…
Three days later, the carriage entered Jinling City, and Wanling... also reached her limit.
"Sir, I'm not going home. I want to go to Qixia Mountain."
"Okay, let's go to Qixia Mountain."
The groom, an old man, couldn't help but burst into tears.
He performed at a superb level, his horse riding skills were unprecedentedly superb, and he headed to Qixia Mountain quickly and steadily.
At the foot of the mountain, Li Qing took out two large ingots of gold and said, "Brother, please go buy a good coffin, and buy some more paper money."
"Don't worry, sir, I'll do it right now."
Li Qing hugged Wanling and climbed Qixia Mountain.
The fiery red maple leaves separated from the branches and swayed in the wind, seemingly flying but falling.
The orange-red sunset exudes a soft halo, shining on his and her faces, so beautiful, beautiful...
At this moment, it was as if the infinitely beautiful sunset was within easy reach, but like the moon reflected in the mirror, it was out of reach.
"Sister Hongxiu and Sister Lianxiang are waiting for me." Wan Ling said softly, "I'm not bitter at all. Sir, please don't cry."
"Don't cry, don't cry..." Li Qing hugged her and breathed hard into her hair.
Wanling faced the setting sun and murmured:
"After reading all the pain of parting in the end of the world, I will return like a scattered flower.
The flowers look at each other without saying a word, and the green window is full of spring and sky.
Waiting to tell the love lamp, there is a wisp of new love and thousands of old hatreds.
Most of all, it is impossible to keep it in the world, and the beautiful face is like the flower in the mirror and the tree.
Sir, please don't cry or suffer. I can only accompany you here. From now on...be better from now on...Okay, okay?"
"Okay, okay." Li Qing said.
Wanling showed her face and slowly closed her eyes.
…
Li Qing buried Wan Ling and burned a lot of paper.
He sat in front of the three tombs and told the story again for three days and three nights.
He was confused.
Return home.
Zhu Yunwen came up to him with red eyes and cried: "Senior brother..."
"What, what's wrong?" Li Qing's dead heart began to throb again, "What's wrong, master?"
Zhu Yunwen sniffed, "Master... he has lost his mind and no longer recognizes people at all."
"How could it be possible? How could it be possible? He is an immortal!" Li Qing couldn't accept it, he couldn't accept it, but... he had to accept it.
in the room.
The little old man stopped boxing and took the chess piece and stacked it one layer after another, just like a child.
"Master..." Li Qing stepped forward and held his hand, tears streaming down his face, "Master, the disciple is back."
The little old man looked at him blankly for a long time, and his confused eyes returned to clarity.
"It's... Xiaoqing, why is this child crying?"
"Disciple, disciple..." Li Qing couldn't bear it anymore and started to cry, "Disciple, I feel uncomfortable, so uncomfortable...!"
"Good boy, don't cry anymore, ah~" Zhang Slutty held his head in his arms and patted his back gently, "Master wants to go back to the Taoist temple, so go back with Master."
"Well, okay."
~
Li Qing said goodbye to Li Jinglong, but Li Jinglong didn't say anything and hugged Li Qing hard.
…
When we returned to the Taoist temple, it was already winter.
Li Qing made the bed and quilt for his master, settled him gently, and then went to cook clumsily.
He hadn't cooked for a long time and his cooking was very poor. As he ate, it turned into porridge.
It's snowing.
Li Qing made three snowmen that looked like them. This time, he made them look like, really like...
As winter turned to spring, he stood in front of a clear water and burst into tears.
Dimly, he saw three more girls. They looked at him tenderly and lovingly, as if to say:
It’s already the beginning of spring in the second year, so why should you, sir, cling to the midsummer of that year?