Fantasy: Quietly draw your sword a hundred thousand times, and emerge as a swordsman

After Yuqi married away, Xu Tian and Wan Qingqing seem to have returned to their lives 20 years ago.

It's just that Wan Qingqing is not as good as before. When taking care of Xu Tian, ​​she often leans against the eaves of the bed with a dull and dull expression, immersed in missing her daughter.

Xu Tian is not good at enlightening, and he doesn't know how to get Wan Qingqing out of sadness.

It was not until half a year later that Wan Qingqing's mood improved when she received a letter from her daughter from the capital.

"Xiuyuan, look quickly, there is a letter from Yuqi!"

"She is pregnant and will give birth in six months..."

"God bless, God bless, we must let Yuqi give birth smoothly."

Wan Qingqing grabbed the envelope excitedly, read it countless times, and kept whispering beside Xu Tian.

Xu Tian listened tirelessly to Wan Qingqing's nagging, and comforted him: "Auspicious people have their own appearance, and Yuqi is in good health, so she will definitely give birth smoothly."

　　Even though she said that, Wan Qingqing was still worried. Most of the time, she was thinking about her daughter.

……

Time flies, and another half a year has passed.

Xu Tian received another letter from his daughter from the capital...

There are many lengths written in the letter, which seems to be expressing her daughter's longing for her hometown.

"Father, mother, my daughter misses you so much..."

"It was a boy, Zhongqi named him Jiancheng, Ning Jiancheng..."

"Jianjian is so lively, crying and making noise all day long, Jiancheng said that he is blessed and will definitely grow in the future."

"Everything is fine here in the capital, and my husband's family is good to me, but I just can't worry about you."

"Winter is coming soon, you have to remember to wear more clothes to keep warm and cold, my daughter can't spend the New Year with you this year..."

……

Xu Tian felt relieved after reading it, but Wan Qingqing shed tears again after reading the contents of the letter.

Xu Tian wiped away the tears from the corners of Wan Qingqing's eyes, "Don't cry, if you cry any more, your body will be ruined..."

"I know, but it's just such a daughter, I really want to see what Jiancheng looks like..."

Wan Qingqing stopped her tears and snuggled into Xu Tian's arms.

This year (cgee), Xu Tian was 54 years old and Wan Qingqing was 35 years old.

……

Time flies, and ten years have passed in the blink of an eye.

During this period, Yuqi went home intermittently to visit relatives several times.

After marrying as a woman, Yuqi's complexion is obviously more rosy than before, and her figure is well maintained, and she has not become bloated due to pregnancy.

Ning Jiancheng followed Yuqi back to Xu's house. The fat boy was lively and healthy, with a fat body, which made Wan Qingqing smile.

Xu Tian was also relieved, he could see that his daughter was doing well in the capital, and his and Wan Qingqing's greatest wish was fulfilled.

In the past ten years, Xu Tian still spends most of his time painting.

The content of the painting is the same as before, but with the accumulation of time, Xu Tian's painting skills have become stronger and stronger, reaching the pinnacle of perfection.

In the picture scroll, traffickers and pawns, every plant and tree glow with strong vitality, as if witnessing the passage of time and the vicissitudes of life.

An old scholar once passed by here, saw Xu Tian's scroll, and immediately immersed himself in it, standing in Xu's courtyard for three full days like an old monk in meditation.

For these three days, he forgot to eat and sleep, and when he woke up, not only did he not experience any abnormalities, but he was full of energy, as if he had received some tonic.

"Mr. Xu's painting skills are astounding. I am Mo Wenhan, a former cabinet scholar. If you don't dislike him, I would like to worship under your teacher and study hard."

The old man was actually a senior scholar in the cabinet of the former dynasty, and a celebrity beside the current emperor.

Xu Tian smiled lightly, but still politely refused.

Fame and fortune are like ups and downs for him...

The old man finally left angrily.

But the matter spread among the neighbors in the countryside and became a good story for a while.

……

Winter goes to spring, and before you know it, another ten years have passed...

Since Chen Yuanfeng left, Xu Tian has lived in this humble Jiangnan town for 40 years.

In the past 40 years, the vicissitudes of life have changed, and the situation has changed...

He has witnessed all the changes in the town with his own eyes, newcomers come, old ones leave, newlyweds get married, old wives leave, sons go away, daughters marry away...

Sorrows and joys, parting, birth, old age, sickness and death, all kinds of things in the years are vividly portrayed in the historical picture scroll written in the past 40 years.

The 63-year-old Xu Tian is no different from his middle-aged counterparts, with a few strands of pale hair, but he is still energetic, healthy and long-lived.

On the contrary, it was Wan Qingqing, who was in her 40s under the passage of time, and she was already showing signs of aging...

This year, a sudden smallpox... came unexpectedly.

The epidemic swept across the southern part of the imperial dynasty, and countless children, women and children died as a result, and many strong and healthy men also fell ill at home.

The town is no longer the hustle and bustle of the past, the cold wind is blowing, there are almost no pedestrians passing by on the street, and every house is closed, showing desolation and depression.

During this epidemic, Wan Qingqing was unfortunately infected with smallpox...

Illness comes like a mountain.

Doing housework all year round has made Wan Qingqing's body weaker and weaker, and her resistance is obviously not as good as before.

At first, she could barely hold on, but as her condition worsened, her life became more and more uncomfortable day by day.

"Qingqing, hold on, as long as you get through it, everything will be fine!"

Xu Tian saw it in his eyes and felt pain in his heart.

He couldn't use spells, so he went out to buy medicine himself.

The pharmacies on the street closed their doors one after another, and the doctors stayed behind closed doors, so Xu Tian went to the mountains outside the town to collect herbs, boiled the herbs into a decoction and fed them to Wan Qingqing.

But even so, there is still no way to recover. In this era, medicine is already backward, and Wan Qingqing has reached a terminal illness.

"Xiuyuan, I'm dying, leave me alone..."

"I have bad smallpox, you get too close...you get infected."

"Go away...stay away from me..."

Xu Tian looked at Wan Qingqing's pale and aging face, with more and more red chickenpox on his facial features, and felt a twinge of pain in his heart.

"Qingqing, keep going..."

"Don't you like Jiancheng very much? After you recover from your illness, I will take you to the capital to visit Jiancheng..."

"And our daughter, Yuqi, she must be very worried about you now..."

"Hold on, daughter and grandson are waiting for you!"

No matter how much Xu Tian encouraged her, Wan Qingqing's vitality was still getting weaker day by day, and her skin shriveled rapidly, as if she had reached the end of her life.

On this day, Xu Tian went into the room to feed Wan Qingqing medicine as usual. Under the white bed curtain, Wan Qingqing suddenly struggled to get up from the bed, and with some strength, she grabbed the pillow behind her and threw it at Xu Tian.

boom!

The medicine bowl fell to the ground and smashed to pieces.

"go out!"

"Chen Xiuyuan, get out!"

"I'm going to die, I'm really going to die, I don't want to infect you..."

"Please, please go out, I don't want to involve you!".

Chapter 245

Through the bed curtain, one could see the wife's figure trembling violently, curled up weakly into a ball under the pain.

"Qingqing..."

"Don't do this, trust me, it will be fine..."

"Really...it will get better!"

Xu Tian spoke softly.

For 40 years, Wan Qingqing has been with him for 40 years!

From the best youthful years, to being a wife, becoming a woman...

She dedicated all her best and purest emotions to herself!

Until now, I see step by step into old age.

Xu Tian had an indescribable feeling in his heart -.

"Xiuyuan, I really have to die, - don't come here..."

"Before I leave, I don't want you to see my ugly appearance."

"Do you know... Actually, the first time I saw you, I fell in love with you..."

"You are different from many people in this world. You have something that they don't have..."

"I, Wan Qingqing, married you and bore children for you. I never...have no regrets..."

"If there is a next life... I still want to be with you..."

"Xiuyuan, you must live well..."

"Remember, when we first met, my appearance..."

The voice gradually weakened, and finally, it stopped...

The wife's frail body slowly fell on the bed, losing her vitality forever...

Xu Tian was silent.

Silence as always.

He has never been very expressive.

But the turmoil in his heart has already turned the world upside down!

……

There is no sound.

Crouching in front of the bed, holding his wife's wrinkled hand tightly, Xu Tian froze in place like a demon, trapped in endless memories.

"Uncle, I'll stay overnight, okay?"

"Uncle, what's your name?"

"Why is there no one in your house?"

In her mind, she recalled the scene when she first met Wan Qingqing.

That lively, bold girl, with her beautiful figure and sweet face, seemed to have come to life again, and was deeply imprinted in the depths of his mind...

Two years later, the two got married, the candlelight was flickering, the courtyard was full of red makeup, they cuddled up to each other, lingering in love.

Three years later, a baby was born, and he named it Chen Yuqi himself...

Since then, it has been an ordinary but joyful family of three, living a happy life...

Countless fragments flashed through Xu Tian's mind, and he returned to reality after a long time, staring blankly at Wan Qingqing's cold body.

Time is ruthless.

Life and death are separated, yin and yang are separated...

life and death!