Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

Chapter 980
Master Mu's fate came very suddenly.

That day, as usual, she took Mo Junli out of Beijing to give free consultations to the common people. After returning to the palace, she couldn't get up suddenly. Still no one can diagnose her condition.

"Ayan, go out and tell Goudan so that he doesn't have to send these imperial doctors over again." The woman leaning on the couch bent her eyes and smiled. She is over sixty years old, but she still looks like a woman who has not been able to stand for a long time.

"It's not my disease, it's my life—the imperial physicians don't look down on me."

"My days are coming to an end."

"I'm going to die soon." Mu Xici closed her eyes and said lightly, with a little tiredness on her brows.

After hearing this, Mo Junli's eyes turned red. He stayed by the bed and remained silent for a long time. After a long while, he said hello with trembling lips.

"Okay...okay, I'll go now, I'll go—"

"You can go again later, I just want to say a few words to you." The woman slowed down her tone, and raised her hand to touch Mo Junli's temples, "In case that kid can't bear it—— Anyway, he is in his forties, I am afraid that he will make a mistake again if he is in a hurry."

"His frame, he can't catch up with Xiaobao in the past two years." Mu Xici's eyes darkened. She remembered that when he went out this morning, his head was still full of black. A lot of silver threads have emerged.

"Xiaobao... Xiaobao's girl is used to being heartless, she doesn't have to worry about anything, and her body is naturally stronger than Goudan and the others." Mo Junli reluctantly pulled the corner of his lips, and he tried his best to restrain himself throat, lest the people on the bed hear the almost uncontainable crying in his throat.

When he was young, he couldn't figure out why people in the world were so obsessed with the word "longevity", but now he suddenly understood two points.

"That's right, the little girl who doesn't have to worry about anything is the happiest." The woman said in a light tone, "In this regard, even a dick can't compare to her."

"Ayan, I am very happy in this life."

"There are you, elder sister, second elder brother, Le Wan, father, Xiao Yunchi, A Yao, elder sister Ye, Ninglu Mingxuan, Shopkeeper Shen of Lingqin, and Goudan..."

"Really, it is the freedom and happiness that I have never had before."

"It's just that my destiny is here, Ayan." She looked calm, and gently grabbed Mo Junli's fingertips when she put her hands down, "But Qianping's great luck is not yet secure."

"So, after I leave... no matter how hard you work, you can stay there for another 30 years."

"I'm beside the River of Forgetfulness, waiting for you for 30 years."

"Okay, don't come too early..." She murmured softly, and slowly closed her eyes when the words fell.

"Okay, we've agreed... 30 years later, we'll see you by the Wangchuan River." Mo Junli tightly clenched her cold palm, and the sobs that had been suppressed by him finally rushed out of her throat.

By the time the death knell in the palace rang through the capital, his head was already covered in frost and snow.

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Mo Junli cut off his own life support since that day.

So everyone in the palace was surprised to find that the Taishanghuang, who was healthy like a man in the past, had turned into an old man in just a few months.

He is becoming more and more silent, and he no longer likes to go out as he used to. He often stays in the house with a dagger carved with runes on the handle and scabbard and a few banknotes that were yellow and brittle during the Changle period. one day.

Before Mu Xici left, he asked him to stay there for another 30 years, and he really counted the days, and he stayed in the human world for these 30 more years.

The first ten years were the hardest. When he closed his eyes at night, his mind was full of her voice and smile.

Later, he gradually got used to such lonely and boring days.

At the age of 90, Mo Junli, who had already had many children and grandchildren, finally became confused. Since then, he can no longer distinguish between people and remember things.

It's just that although he can't tell the difference between others, he can still remember to count the days and find his girl on that day.

Among the younger generations, Erdan's little granddaughter looks the most like the Mu Da Guoshi back then, and she is also the most well-behaved and sensible one among this group of juniors.

Every time King Jing and his wife brought the little princess to the palace to pay homage to the supreme emperor, Mo Junli, he would always secretly leave two extra pieces of snacks for her, and two extra candies that King Jing would not let her eat all the time.

"Little girl, you look so good-looking. You really look like the girl I like." The old man squatted beside the tea table, holding his cheek like a naughty child, looking at the little girl who was concentrating on eating snacks, smiling and narrowing his eyes, " But my girl is taller and fairer than you."

"Then, great grandpa, where did great grandma go?" The little girl who didn't know her life and death was holding a dim sum in her arms, and there was a little curiosity in her dark and bright almond eyes, "This junior seems to have never seen her before. "

"Her?" A trace of confusion flickered uncontrollably in the old man's eyes, he was stunned for a moment, and then he grinned, "...Wang Chuan Shui, Ah Ci said she would wait for me by the side of Wang Chuan Shui .”

"780 three days... I remember she said that she wanted me to stay here for 30 years."

"In 30 years, that's 780 days, [-] three days... In seventeen days, I'll be able to find my girl."

"Hey... I only need to count seventeen more days!" He clapped his hands happily like a child, but Jing Wang and his wife, who rushed to pick up the child, listened to his words.

The eyes of the middle-aged people, who were almost no longer confused, turned bitter when they heard this, they took the little girl, hurriedly saluted him and confessed the crime, and then fled out of the palace.

Seventeen days later, Mo Junli passed away in the imperial city at the age of ninety-nine.

The palace people who restrained his appearance said that when the Supreme Emperor died, his face was very peaceful, and there was even a faint smile on his lips.

They all knew that he was looking for his girl with peace of mind.

　I can't be the only one crying so hard, drop, drop them all together!

　　The next chapter is about the fairy world linkage. If you don’t understand the cause and effect relationship, please refer to the previous book "Sword Immortal and She Writes Storybooks" by someone Diao for details.

　　The leap month is not counted, because it is not sure how many times it can catch up in 30 years, it should be 7-15, which is more difficult to calculate, so it is not counted, and it is directly calculated according to the ancient 360-day year!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)