He thought that as long as he could pass the spiritual power for her every day, he could relieve her pain.

But he was still wrong after all. Spiritual power can be replenished, but what about the essence?

Ling Cheng couldn't help but tremble. It was always a luxury to change one's fate against the will of heaven.

In the face of the way of heaven, the power of mortals is finally too small. How can sand and gravel be compared with the strong wind?

Ye Ling opened her pupils with difficulty, gently stroked her jade hand on his cheek, and also stroked the sorrow between her eyebrows.

"It's okay, I won't be okay." Although she was laughing hard, her voice was so light that she couldn't even hear it herself.

The blood finally stopped raging, and Ling Cheng then replied with a bitter smile.

He gently wiped her blood, but she grabbed her wrist.

Ye Ling struggled to get up, and Ling Cheng helped her up knowingly.

On the black and white rice paper, the drop of bright red looks particularly dazzling.

"What should I do?" she asked, her voice choked and she blamed herself.

Ling Cheng knew how to hold the sheep's hair, but stopped his eyes on her cheek.

The scarlet blood on his pretty face was still shocking. He felt endless soreness in his heart, but he still replied with a smile: "It's okay, I have a way, what do you want to draw?"

Ye Ling sighed and smiled: "Locust Tree, the first time I came to Fanchen, I saw locust flowers all over the mountains. I was married to you and was also on Qilin Mountain. I was painting this painting because of it, so it must be missing!"

What she didn't say was that the locust tree was summoning the Yin. If one day she couldn't find him, she could come to look for him along the locust tree.

Ling Cheng had no words, and he touched the bright red spots lightly, painted them over and over again, and then outlined the trunks, branches, leaves, and locust flowers.

When the big hand left, a lifelike locust tree appeared next to the lake.

And that drop of bright red is like a tree hole, not only not inconsistent, but also like the finishing touch of the painting and the stroke of the magic.

Ye Ling nodded with satisfaction and praised him without hesitation.

After laughing for a while, she felt very tired again, so she took the initiative to yell to rest.

Ling Cheng didn't say anything, hugged her and lay on the bed, wet her brocade handkerchief and wiped her face as before.

Seeing her slowly closing her eyes, the depression in her heart was so oppressed that he was about to suffocate.

Now that it was just time to Shen Shi, Ye Ling had already fallen asleep, and her daily awakening time was getting shorter and shorter.

...

The next day, Ye Ling rarely woke up early, but Ling Cheng had just fallen asleep because of the spiritual power he had spent the whole night.

She slowly looked sideways and saw Ling Cheng sleeping uneasyly, with no trace of blood on his pale face. She knew that these were all caused by excessive consumption of his spiritual power.

Ye Ling quietly got out of bed, tiptoed to the desk, stared at the landscape painting that was about to be completed, and curled her lips and smiled.

He gently stroked his bulging abdomen and walked slowly to the dressing table. Before he could sit down, he saw the woman with wrinkles in the mirror from the corner of his eyes.

She was dressed in red and her hair was like a bleak hair. She was alone with a devastated face, and she looked like an old woman in her formidable age.

Ye Ling stroked her cheek in disbelief, and two hot tears fell down her loose and wrinkled face.

And on the back of the wrinkled hand, there were blue veins that burst out, like a dry bone covered with thin skin.

She guessed that she would lose her life, but she didn't expect that she would become so ugly. She covered her mouth and felt heartbroken to the point of convulsions.

Once, she asked Ling Cheng if he would become ugly one day.

But now I have become old and ugly before him. How can he see this ugly face?

Ye Ling subconsciously wanted

Escape, but his fingers tripped over the bronze mirror on the dressing table.

As the sound of the bronze mirror falling to the ground sounded, Ling Cheng opened his pupils in shock and saw that the person beside him had disappeared, he immediately jumped from the bed.

Ye Ling rushed out of the door like a frightened bird.

She squatted in the yard, buried her entire head in her arms, and she burst into tears.

Facing death, she can say she should not be sad, but facing the aging of her face, she has really collapsed.

Ling Cheng gently stroked her back and comforted her softly: "The beauty of the world is beautiful, and this is evil. Everyone knows that good is good, but this is bad.

Therefore, existence and non-existence are mutually generated, difficulty and ease are mutually formed, length and short are in line, high and low are in line, sound and sound are harmonious, and front and back are consistent. It is constant!"

Ye Ling slowly raised her eyes and didn't understand a word of what she said to him.

Ling Cheng pointed to the position of his heart and continued: "Aging face is just an illusion of appearance. The real factor in judging a person's beauty and ugliness is here.

If the heart is the best, the person will be the most beautiful!"

He placed her withered hands on his lips and kissed them carefully, then helped her get up, and slowly approached her with thin lips.

Ye Ling hurriedly left, how could this face that he was so disgusted with when he saw it?

He held her face in both hands, saw her eyes dodging, and said, "If I had become the person who looks like this today, would you dislike me?"

Ye Ling subconsciously shook her head, how could she? No matter what her husband becomes, she will be the most beautiful man in the world.

"That's true, why do you dislike yourself?"

"I……"

Before he could finish his words, his hot kiss had fallen between her wrinkled forehead, and his thin lips slid along the tip of her nose to her earlobe.

"No matter what you become, you are still as smart and cute in my eyes as you first met, because your beauty has been engraved in my heart." The low voice was full of sincerity.

After saying that, he kissed her on the cheek again, finally looked straight into her eyes, curled his lips and smiled, and approached her again.

All the bitterness turned into a hot kiss between the lips, lingering with her in this world.

...

Since then, Ye Ling has calmly accepted the fact that she has grown old. Even the black hair like a waterfall turned into a head of white hair, she still just smiled bitterly and never cried again.

In the past few days, she no longer had nosebleeds, as if the blood had dried up.

Apart from the growing belly, her whole body was like a walking skeleton, so thin that it made people feel distressed.

Even though she had only two hours of awakening in one day, she was still drowsy.

Ling Cheng didn't have to be much better. He lost weight a lot, and his face no longer had the same spirit as before.

During the day, he had to take care of Ye Ling's food, clothing, daily life, and distract his energy to draw the Qiankun painting. At night, he had to pass through her spiritual power.

But he felt it was worth it. Today was the 42nd day of Ye Ling's pregnancy. As long as they survived another ten days, they would win.

The Qiankun painting has been drawn, and everything is exactly the same as the picture outlined in Ye Ling's heart.

Ye Lingan lay in Ling Cheng's arms, with her white hair hanging on his arms, naturally hanging to the ground.

The slender willow-leaf eyebrows had turned snow-white, and there was no trace of blood on the wrinkled face. The shocking folds had spread to her whole body. At that time, she was like a hundred-year-old woman.

The only thing that has not changed is the clear eyes as water and the two shallow pear nests.

"Honey, when will it be?" she asked, her voice was old and hoarse, and her lips were pale.

"Oh hour," he replied, his tone of pampering and smiling.

"It's too late, I want to see the sunrise."

"It's okay, I'll take you to the top of Qilin Mountain now, and I'll definitely see it tomorrow."

Ye Ling nodded, closed her eyes tiredly, and shrank into his arms again.

Ling Cheng picked her up, stepped on the sunset, and approached the glory.

Qilin Mountain has regained its vitality as before. Birds fly by in the forest from time to time, playing happily among the leaves.

The locust tree forest that was once burned by the fire has long been cut down by the villagers of Zhishuijian and replaced with knee-high locust tree seedlings.

Ling Cheng walked all the way to the top of the mountain. The consumption of spiritual power over the past few days made him exhausted. The way he hugged Ye Ling, his forehead was covered with sweat.

Even so, he never rested for a moment.

At the last moment of setting sun, he slowly placed her on the ground and leaned tiredly against the boulder.

Ye Ling slowly opened her eyes, looked at the few wild flowers remaining in the mountains, and smiled speechlessly.

The face is gone and never returns, and the dream and the setting sun set in the west.

Flowers bloom like beautiful women, but the flowers fall but the faces are old.

Spring comes and goes back again, how can you see the infinite beauty of spring?

A hundred years can make you even more than a hundred years. Now you have to cherish the present!

She gently stroked Ling Cheng's cheek and smiled hard, "My husband, I want to listen to you playing the piano."

"Okay," Ling Cheng slowly pulled away his arm around her neck, gently let her lean against the stone, then took out the lyre and sat cross-legged directly opposite her.

In my impression, Ling Cheng had never played the piano. Before the two got married, Ye Ling had seen this piano in his Qiankun Bag, so she guessed that he would definitely play the piano.

Later, they either had misunderstandings, were angry, or were sweet and bitter, but in short, she forgot the existence of the lyre.

Ling Cheng placed the seven-stringed lyre on his legs, and his slender fingertips touched the strings lightly, and the ethereal and wonderful music was revealed.
To be continued...