Linglong turned her head and saw the ghost crying, her eyes full of pleading.

She didn't want to do anything here.

The hand of the ghost crying left the hilt. As long as the old man on the bed is still there, this fox girl is not in danger and does not need to be dealt with.

"Cough, cough, cough......" The old man let out a rapid cough, Linglong hurriedly spit out a bright red Neidan, and circled around the old man, and the old man felt better and stopped coughing.

The ghost cry looks a little strange, and I have to sigh at the greatness of maternal love.

Neidan, it's a good thing, but the monster cultivation of this thing is more than worth the loss, because this is a completely self-sacrificing thing.

The demon cultivates the inner dan, and most of the essence of his body is condensed on it, which has become the biggest weakness of the demon who cultivates the inner dan. As long as you take this inner pill, you can get most of the essence of this demon, so whoever cultivates the inner pill is stupid.

But for the sake of her elderly son's health, this fox girl cultivated Neidan.

The old man was exhausted and fell into a deep sleep. After swallowing Neidan in one gulp, Linglong breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at the ghost cry with a gentle and somewhat vigilant gaze.

"Thank you. ”

She was thanking the ghost for crying just now and didn't do anything.

"No thanks. You're no threat, and I don't have to do anything with you. Glancing at the old man on the bed, the ghost cried and said bluntly: "But even so, I still have to advise you, it is not worth it to consume him so much, his life is over, the gods are difficult to save, and the whole body is like a sieve, make up a little, lose a little, and if it is consumed like this, he will suffer, and you will also suffer." ”

"Needless to say, I know it all. Linglong gently stroked the old man's cheek, looking pained: "But, but, but I can't bear him!"

With Linglong's intermittent telling, Ghost Cry saw an unforgettable love.

Decades ago, Linglong fell in love with someone she shouldn't love, an ordinary mortal.

She had this child, a child who did not have the slightest talent for cultivation, and when Elder Qingqiu learned of this, he tried his best to separate her from this child, and all this was for her good.

At that time, she still didn't understand it, and she deeply resented the elders of Qingqiu.

She managed to escape, and once again saw her child, who was ten years old, and whose father, her lover, had died two years earlier.

That kind man is a frail and sickly man, for his sake, Linglong cultivated Neidan, but unfortunately he didn't use it after all.

The lonely child was very pitiful, and it was difficult to survive eating hundreds of meals, so Linglong hugged the child and told him that she was his mother. The vague memory of five years ago became clear, the shadow of the mother coincided with the beautiful woman in front of her, and the child cried and asked: "Mother, I miss you so much, why do you want to leave?"

Linglong just hugged the child and told him, "Mother will never leave again." ”

This promise is a nail at once.

In order not to be separated from the child, Linglong cultivated by leaps and bounds, from one tail to three tails, and three tails to six tails.

When the elder came, he was both happy and sad to see her, this is the fate of the Qingqiu fox girl, the stronger she is, the more she is injured.

The elder was not the opponent of the Qingqiu Fox Girl, so he had to say to her: "Follow this child, the longer it takes, the more painful you will be. ”

At this time, Linglong had already understood the elder's distress, the Qingqiu fox girl was amorous, and the more amorous she was, the easier it was to be injured. The mother-child relationship with mortals is the most painful relationship in the world.

She had already watched her children grow up, and she had tried every means to make her children cultivate, but she was never allowed to make any progress.

She will watch her child grow old and watch him die. Linglong wanted to leave her children more than once, but she was reluctant to do so.

This is a painful mother and son, the mother has given up too much for the sake of the child, and the child is not the same.

The young man admires, because of the existence of his mother, there is a lot of inconvenience, and he watches his beloved woman marry someone else.

He is ambitious, but he is most afraid of his mother because he is exposed to the eyes of people with a heart, and he is talented, but he does not go to the imperial examination, but tries his best to move around, leaving his friends again and again, and walking into strange villages again and again.

Before he knew it, he had become a barefoot doctor who traveled the world in poverty.

The image of their mother and son in the eyes of outsiders is constantly changing.

Gradually, they became sisters and brothers, husband and wife, women, and grandchildren.

They have also quarreled, they have had cold wars, and they have wanted to separate more than once. The mother's pain lies in her son's growing old, and the son's pain lies in his own growing old, but the mother's face is still the same as before.

As long as they are separated, as long as they endure the pain for a while, they can live well, but every time they part, they are always ruthless, as if they are cutting flesh at the tip of the heart, and the temporary pain is unbearable.

Unknowingly, his son reached the age of seventy, and he couldn't hold it anymore, a serious illness, and his originally healthy body collapsed overnight.

Linglong tried everything she could, but she couldn't save her son, she had wandered at the door of the demon path several times, but she was pulled back by her seriously ill son.

The pain in the heart of the seventy-year-old child gradually subsided, and he suffered from Alzheimer's disease, forgetting many things, only the happy days when he was a child and reunited with his mother.

The elder came again and told her, "It's time to go back, if there is chaos today, Qingqiu is about to seal the cave, if you don't go back, I'm afraid it's too late." ”

But Linglong refused, and she wanted to accompany the child on this last trip.

The elder cried, "He is your child, but you are also my blood!"

However, Linglong still refused.

The elder had no choice but to leave, and Linglong looked at the wind and snow outside, and her heart was already cold by the wind and snow.

She didn't know when this chaos that affected the world would end, and she didn't know when Qingqiu would be unsealed.

Perhaps this parting will be an eternal farewell for her and her people.

She and her frail son returned to their former hometown, where the mother and son were no longer recognized, and they settled down.

The villagers moved south, but the mother and son stayed, and some robbers entered the village, saw Linglong's beauty, and had evil thoughts, but they were killed by Linglong and nailed to the entrance of the village to deter other visitors.

Heavy winds and snow made life more difficult for the mother and son, but it also made the village peaceful.

The son will walk the rest of his life in such a peaceful life until the devil cries.

The ghost listened silently, looked at Linglong in front of him with tears mixed with happiness and pain, and asked: "So, if the world is not peaceful for a day, you will not be able to reunite with your clansmen for a day." ”

"Yes. Linglong wiped away her tears and replied with a smile.

"Don't worry, the world will soon be peaceful. "Ghost Cry made a promise, not just for Linglong, but for many Linglong in the world.

He originally came here just for a hearty battle, in order to pursue a happy life of licking blood at the tip of a knife.

And now, he still has to fight, but the purpose has changed, and it has become more ambitious.

It's really strange to say, obviously just a stranger, their story obviously has no waves, compared to the earth-shattering battle, the collision of blood and iron is obviously much more prosaic, but it moves the ghost cry.

Ghost Cry turned and left, rode on the big black back in the courtyard, and headed out of the village.

Linglong ran to the door, looking at the back of the ghost crying away, her expression was complicated, and her fingers were deeply embedded in the door frame.

"Is the ghost crying?" she lowered her eyes, covering the glint of hope in her eyes: "I remember, if the world is peaceful, you must have a share." ”