Chapter 2437: Chapter 1131-meet again (don’t look at it first, need to be modified) _1 Chapter 2437: Chapter 1131-meet again (don’t look at it first, need to be modified) _1 From Zhang shouyi, song qingxiao learned that during the 17 years he was gone, the old Daoist had collected his bones alone to fulfill his promise.
In order to send Ji mo away, she told Zhang shouyi about her past and occasionally asked them if they had sensed her aura. When she learned that there was no news of her, she looked so disappointed.
She was worried to see the blame in the old Daoist’s eyes. He blamed her for not ing back and hated her for leaving him that year, causing him to return alone after losing his eldest disciple.
However, the moment song qingxiao’s eyes met the old Daoist’s, there was only pure joy in the old Daoist’s eyes. There was no resentment.
“Oh …”
A long breath broke the silence between the three of them.
After a long time, song qingxiao looked at the old man in green and called out, ”
“Second senior.”
As soon as she finished speaking, she seemed to remember something and turned her body to the other side, revealing the figure in her arms.
The old Daoist’s gaze followed her movements and his expression froze for a moment before he trembled violently.
A young man who seemed to be in deep sleep was in her arms. His eyelids were trembling, as if he was about to wake up.
“Master, I’m back!”
master, ” she called out softly. Her voice was like the key to unlocking the old Daoist’s memory.
He couldn’t even speak and his body was shaking. He could only make ‘ah ah’ sounds and urge his second disciple, who was also stunned, to move forward.
back then, in Shen villa, you lost eldest senior brother’s service because of my insufficient cultivation.
She held the young man in her arms and took a deep breath.
now, I will return eldest senior brother to you in one piece.
“Evergreen … Evergreen …”
Song Changqing’s appearance was like a hurricane in the old Daoist’s heart. He didn’t even know how he had jumped down from his second disciple’s body. He staggered over the ruins and walked towards the two.
Everything in front of him was like a dream. It was as if the heavens had pitied him and never let him do anything wrong. Before he died, he fulfilled his dream so that he could die in peace.
“Regardless of whether it’s true or not, to be able to see you two again, it’s a worthwhile trip.”
“Even if you tell me to die immediately, the heavens will still be kind to me.”
Not far away, Zhang shouyi, who was hanging in mid-air, also felt sad when he saw this scene.
He was someone who knew the old Daoist’s thoughts very well, and he was also very happy that this ‘old friend’ who had waited for seventeen years had finally gotten his wish.
Seven returned to his monk body and concealed his devil God body. He then put down Zhang shouyi and the people from the undead Army.
The murderous aura on their bodies had already been cleaned up by seven, and it looked like their spirit bodies had stabilized a bit.
The old Daoist walked closer and carefully reached out to touch song qingxiao’s head.
She was no longer as cold as she was when she killed Meng fanglan. She obediently let the old hand fall on her head, just like when she went to Shen villa and the old Taoist wanted to fort her and touched her head.
His hand was already cold, no longer as warm and strong as it was before, but the sense of security it gave her had never changed, even more than it had in the past.
The apprehension and uneasiness he had felt when facing his master quickly dissipated like the morning mist under his gentle caress.
She let herself go for a short while and rubbed her head against the old Daoist’s palm.
“It’s good that you’re back, it’s good that you’re back.”
The old Daoist did not reprimand him. He was like a father who had been waiting for his child to return. He only suppressed his inner emotions.
“It’s good that you’ve returned safely.”
He didn’t ask where song qingxiao had gone all these years or why he had been waiting for her for so long without any news.
It was as if he only remembered the joy of their reunion and pletely forgot the pain of waiting.
Song Qing’s eyes were a little bitter. She nodded and replied softly.
After confirming that the child in his palm was real, the old Taoist looked expectantly at song Changqing’s face.
He had just recovered and was not fully awake yet.
Even with the help of the crystals left behind by Meng fanglan, the seventeen years in the nine nethers was like a long nightmare to him. Both his soul and spirit were seriously damaged.
“Evergreen, he …”
Seeing that song Changqing had not woken up, the smile on the old Daoist’s face gradually turned into worry.
Both the palm and the back of his hand were made of flesh. Song qingxiao’s return made him happy and satisfied, but he couldn’t help but worry about his eldest disciple, who had yet to wake up.
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