"Woo~ Master, what's wrong? Don't scare Qingqing."

The little girl grabbed the old man's hand in fear, her little face was about to cry.

"Master, your hands are so cold!"

The old man gradually recovered and his breathing became stable, but his face turned pale.

Touched the little girl's hair and said softly:

"Don't be afraid, Master is fine."

"Come on, Master makes you chicken noodle soup."

As he said that, the old man waved his hand in the little girl's worried eyes.

The old hen, as if frozen, returned to life and flapped its wings and jumped into the boiling pot.

There was no movement after a crisp sound.

The little girl looked up and saw only a pot of cooked chicken, with fur and internal organs missing.

"Oh! I'll have chicken again!"

The little girl patted her hands, and a happy smile appeared on her face.

She seemed to think that all this was right and food should do it.

The old man had a smile on his eyes, and then he threw the rice paper cut into thin strips on the chicken, covered the pot and simmered it.

In less than a moment, a white air rose from the pot and the lid flew away.

The rice paper suddenly turned into a pot of steaming pan noodles.

The old man took a big and round porcelain bowl and a pair of wooden chopsticks from somewhere and placed it on the table.

With a finger, the noodles and chicken flew out of the pot and fell into the bowl.

Immediately afterwards, the chicken soup flew into the air like a dragon sucking water, and also fell into the bowl.

A large bowl of chicken noodles is done!

Life is getting more and more hopeful.

There were also some faint oil stars floating on the noodle soup.

Even without the ingredients and green onions, this is a bowl of fragrant chicken noodles.

"Qingqing, the noodles are ready, eat it quickly."

The old man covered his throat and held back his cough.

"Um……"

Although the little girl was happy to have something to eat, she was even more worried about her master's body.

The old man gave her an encouraging look.

The little girl was indeed hungry, so she slowly picked up her chopsticks.

"Sigh!"

"Master, the noodles are so delicious!"

"Qingqing doesn't like eating chicken anymore, Master!"

The little girl raised her face and said with a smile.

But just now she raised her head, she found that there was no one in front of her.

A sudden sense of panic came in an instant.

"Master! Where have you been?"

"Don't leave Qingqing behind, okay?"

Qingqing held the bowl helplessly, and a mist appeared in her bright big eyes.

"Qingqing."

A familiar voice rang in Qingqing's mind.

"Master!"

She was excited and looked around immediately, but still couldn't see the old man.

"Qingqing, Master's time has come. I can't walk with you anymore..."

The old man's voice sounded again, with endless weakness and fatigue.

"Master...Woo woo woo woo woo..."

Round tears slid from the eyelids, like pearls with broken lines, falling down desperately.

"Master has already printed the route in your heart. Just follow your intuition and go on, cough cough..."

"Finish Daoxuan and recognize him as his master. He will take care of you and grow up on my behalf..."

"Wuwuwu...Master, Qingqing is the most obedient. Don't leave Qingqing behind, okay?"

Qingqing whimpered, and tears completely broke the dam.

"...After eating noodles, go on your way, Master can only accompany you here..."

The vicissitudes of life and age came to an abrupt end.

The wooden house gradually began to tremble, the door panels and windows gradually lost their function, and wind and snow floated in.

Qingqing lowered her head with tears in her eyes and ate the noodles in big mouthfuls.

This is the last meal the master cooked for her, and she must cherish it!

"Master, Qingqing must listen to you and find the brother named Daoxuan."

"But the master is the master, Qingqing will not be the disciple of Brother Daoxuan!"

Qingqing finished eating the noodles, then ate chicken, trying to fill her stomach.

You may not be able to eat anything for a long time.

Even for the sake of her master, she must find a way to persevere.

After a moment.

The wind and snow are getting heavier.

The wooden house was shaking, and the decorations in the room began to tremble.

Qingqing put down the bowl, stood quietly in the house, and wiped away tears with her little hands.

The next moment, the wooden house, tables and chairs, the steaming big pot, and the noodles she had just finished eating...

It seemed to be torn apart, crushed, thrown into the wind and snow, completely disappearing.

Only Qingqing was left standing alone in the snow.

There was no sign of the old man.

a long time.

Qingqing tightened the thick animal velvet and Taoist robe on her body, and guided her in the direction of her heart.

Her back gradually turned into a small dot and disappeared in the wind and snow.

But I don't know.

Just in its original location, a weathered old man floated in the air.

There was a deep reluctance in my eyes.

The soles of feet turned into dust.

In the blink of an eye, the whole person turned into a piece of loess.

Blown away by the wind and snow, it is completely integrated into this world.

...

The holy land of the Taoist sect in China, Taiqing Palace.

The old Taoist in purple robe sat upright in the first seat.

An uninvited guest came down.

The man in black dress has a strong face and looks mature and steady.

There is a unique badge on my chest, which is the mark of a certain Huaxia bureau.

"Please seek medicine?"

The old Taoist in purple robe did not say anything.

The man who spoke was a Taoist in red robe, looking at the person who came with a look of surprise.

"That's right, the code name is Jingtian Falcon. Due to the mission needs, I came here to find some pills."
To be continued...