Chapter 195 Passing away
In Qinghefang, Huang Siyuan, in addition to practicing every day, also runs the business of Xianfeng Tower and feeds Tianhuo Peng for Song Qingming, so she basically doesn't have any free time.
A few days after arriving at the Song family, Huang Siyuan suddenly became free. Except for occasionally going out to talk to Song's mother, she basically stayed in Song Qingming's hut, and would also ask Song Qingming for advice on some cultivation matters.
Huang Siyuan's spiritual talent is not bad at all. She has already reached the late stage of Qi refining at the age of thirty. In Song Qingming's eyes, she will have a chance to build a foundation in the future if she practices normally.
Nowadays, among the adult monks in the entire Song family, except for Song Qingyu, no one has a higher probability of establishing a foundation than her.
Song Qingming has taken great care of her in the past few years, and has given her many opportunities to earn spiritual stones, both covertly and covertly. This can be regarded as an indirect support for her. As for whether she can successfully build the foundation in the future, Song Qingming has not yet passed. If you think about it more, everything still depends on her personal creation.
More than ten days have passed in a row, Song Qingming and Huang Siyuan have been staying in the Song Mansion. Apart from daily meditation practice, the two of them seemed to have become a pair of mortals, living a leisurely and peaceful life.
Before Huang Siyuan came from Qinghefang, she was so thoughtful that she bought a lot of elixirs and supplements that were useful for mortals in the market, and gave one to everyone in the Song family. This made her status in everyone's hearts also rise. It improved a lot immediately.
The entire Song family, except for Song Yunshan, who was temporarily housekeeper, was very busy, and it was rare for them to have this relaxing time of reunion. The entire Song family was in the midst of laughter and laughter every day these days, and Song Qingming felt as if he was back again. When my father was still alive, the family was busy.
However, the good times did not last long. Early in the morning, Song Qingming and Huang Siyuan, who had just gone out, were called over by the anxious second sister.
As soon as he entered the door, Song Qingming saw Mrs. Song's face lying on the bed, which was already gray and white. Her face had long lost the brightness of yesterday, and she couldn't help but sigh.
"San'er, am I going to see your father?" Mother Song's whole body had become very weak, and she couldn't even speak coherently.
Song Qingming didn't say anything. He stepped forward and grabbed Mrs. Song's thin palm, and gently breathed a little of the spiritual energy in her body, which made her feel better.
After Song's mother's face improved a little, she looked at her second sister and fourth brother, then stretched out her hand hard, pointed to a small box beside the bed, and said to Song Qingming: "Here is something I left for you three. Things, please open it and see for yourself in a few days. I have thought about this day for a long time. It is also a blessing to be able to walk peacefully. "
"San'er, I'm a little sleepy, let me take a nap first." After saying this, Mrs. Song slowly lowered her hand, showed another smile to Song Qingming, and slowly closed her eyes.
Song Qingming nodded slightly and slowly took back the hand holding Song's mother.
In a beautiful dream, Mother Song left this world.
A few days later, on the low mountain on the side of Mujiao Town.
Song Qingming and everyone in the Song family buried their mother in the place Song Yunshan had chosen long ago.
Song's mother had always been kind-hearted, and many nearby neighbors had taken care of her. There were more people who came to see her off than when her father was buried.
After their mother's funeral, most of the people had left. Song Qingming and Huang Siyuan found a seat on the top of the mountain and sat down.
The scenery on the top of the hill is quite good. Sitting here from a high position, you can easily take in the entire Mujiao Town.
Being able to find such a feng shui-friendly location for Song's mother showed that Song Yunshan, the eldest nephew, really cared about it.
There were no rare objects in the iron box left by Song's mother, but only a letter containing some words of advice to the younger generation.
The words he left for Song Qingming were the same, just telling him to pay more attention to safety outside and to go home often when he had time.
After so many years, there is a mother in the family who often cares about him, which is indeed a rare tenderness for Song Qingming.
Now that his mother has passed away, Song Qingming has severed a big tie in the secular world. In the future, probably no one will remember him as much as his mother.
The breeze blew slowly, blowing the long hair behind him to his chest. Song Qingming was still deep in thought and did not notice any discomfort.
Huang Siyuan on the side looked at Song Qingming's somewhat hollow eyes, and deeply felt the pain of losing his beloved family member at this moment.
She herself had lost her loving mother since she was a child, and had been working hard alone in Qinghefang all these years. Like Song Qingming now, she had long experienced the loneliness of losing a loved one.
The two of them sat on the mountain from afternoon to dusk, watching the red sunset gradually dimming on the horizon. Only then did Song Qingming stand up and slowly said to Huang Siyuan: "Let's go back!"
Huang Siyuan nodded without saying anything. She thought Song Qingming was taking her back to the Song family. Unexpectedly, Song Qingming did not go back, but took her directly back to Funiu Mountain.
In the past few years since she became a Taoist couple with Song Qingming, Huang Siyuan has been living in Qinghefang and has never been to the Song family's Funiu Mountain. This is the first time she has truly entered the Song family's home.
In the past few years in Qinghefang, Huang Siyuan has become very familiar with some of the monks of the Song family. After going up the mountain, she met Song Xinhu and others she knew, and she took the initiative to say hello to them with a smile.
"I've been out for so long. I'm a little worried about Xianfeng Tower. When do you plan to let me go back to Qinghefang?" Huang Siyuan just entered Song Qingming Cave Mansion, hesitated for a moment and then took the initiative to ask.
Song Qingming turned around and said calmly: "It's getting late today, and it's not safe for you to travel alone. Let's rest in the mountains for one night. I'll let Qingyu accompany you back to Qinghefang tomorrow!"
Huang Siyuan nodded, found a more comfortable place in the cave, and began to meditate.
After Song Qingming took her to his cave, and after explaining to her, he left his cave and came to the residence of his sixth uncle Song Changfeng behind the mountain.
"Qingming, haven't you been home these days? You must have finished your work." Seeing Song Qingming suddenly appear here, Song Changfeng also looked surprised.
Song Qingming nodded and said with a calm face: "I have been practicing Taoism for decades, but I still can't escape some trivial matters in the world. Compared with yours, my Taoist heart is indeed a little behind."
"Most of us are the same. There are a few of us who have not come from the secular world and have experienced many things. Naturally, you will get used to it."
"Uncle Six, I heard from my eldest brother a few days ago that you have decided to go into seclusion to build your foundation. Why have I never heard you talk about this before?" After hearing this, Song Qingming did not continue to talk about this matter, but changed the subject again. The topic shifted to Song Changfeng.
Everyone, go to bed early