Chapter 195

Huang Siyuan in Qinghe Market, besides cultivating, also had to manage the business of Xianfeng Tower and feed the Skyfire Roc for Song Qingming, so she basically had no free time.

After arriving at the Song family for a few days, Huang Siyuan became relaxed. Besides occasionally going out to accompany Song's mother to talk, she basically stayed in Song Qingming's small room and would also ask Song Qingming for advice on cultivation matters.

Huang Siyuan's spiritual root talent was not bad. She had already reached the late stage of Qi Refining at the age of thirty. In Song Qingming's eyes, under normal cultivation circumstances, she would also have a chance for Foundation Establishment in the future.

Now, among the adult cultivators of the entire Song family, except for Song Qingyu, no one's probability of Foundation Establishment could exceed hers for the time being.

Over the years, Song Qingming had taken good care of her, giving her many opportunities to earn spirit stones, which could be considered an indirect support for her. As for whether she could succeed in Foundation Establishment in the future, Song Qingming didn't think too much about it for the time being; everything depended on her personal fortune.

More than ten days passed, and Song Qingming and Huang Siyuan stayed in the Song mansion. Besides daily meditation and cultivation, the two seemed to have become a pair of mortals, living a peaceful life for a while.

Before Huang Siyuan came from Qinghe Market, she, who was meticulous, specifically bought many useful spiritual medicines and supplements for mortals in the market and gave a portion to everyone in the Song family, which immediately raised her status in everyone's hearts.

The entire Song family, except for Song Yunshan, who was temporarily in charge, was busy, and they rarely had such a relaxed time of reunion. The entire Song mansion was filled with laughter every day. Song Qingming felt as if he had returned to the time when his father was still alive and the family was lively.

But good times didn't last long. Early this morning, Song Qingming and Huang Siyuan, who had just gone out, were called over by his Second Sister who had rushed over anxiously.

As soon as he entered the room, Song Qingming saw that Song's mother, who was lying on the bed, was already full of gray and white, and the whole person had lost yesterday's radiance, so he couldn't help but sigh lightly.

"Third Son... am I going to see your father?" Song's mother was already very weak, and she couldn't even speak coherently.

Song Qingming didn't speak. He stepped forward, grabbed Song's mother's thin palm, and gently transferred a trace of spiritual energy from his body, which made her feel a little better.

After Song's mother's face improved a little, she looked at his Second Sister and Fourth Brother, then tried to stretch out her hand, pointed to a small box by the bed, and said to Song Qingming: "There are things I left for the three of you in here. You can open it and see for yourselves in a few days. I had thought of this day long ago. Being able to leave peacefully is also a blessing."

"Third Son, I'm a little sleepy, let me sleep for a while." After Song's mother finished speaking, her hand slowly lowered, she showed another smile at Song Qingming, and slowly closed her eyes.

Song Qingming nodded gently and slowly withdrew the hand he was holding Song's mother's with.

In a beautiful dream, Song's mother drifted away from this world.

A few days later, on a low mountain on the side of Mujiao Town.

Song Qingming and the Song family members buried his mother in the position Song Yunshan had chosen long ago.

Song's mother had always been kind-hearted, and many neighbors in the vicinity had been taken care of by her. More people came to see her off than when his father was buried back then.

After the funeral of his mother was finished, most of the people had already left. Song Qingming and Huang Siyuan found a place on the top of the mountain and sat down.

The scenery on the top of the small mountain was still very good. Sitting here and looking down, one could easily take the entire Mujiao Town into view.

Being able to find such a good location for Song's mother, it could be seen that his eldest nephew, Song Yunshan, had indeed put his heart into it.

The iron box left by Song's mother didn't contain any rare objects, just a letter, writing some instructions for these juniors.

The words left to Song Qingming were also about the same, nothing more than telling him to pay more attention to safety when he was out and to come home and see her often when he had time.

After so many years, having a mother who often cared about him at home was indeed a rare warmth for Song Qingming.

Now the passing of his mother could be considered to have cut off a large part of Song Qingming's ties in the secular world. In the future, there would probably be no one who would miss him all the time like his mother.

The breeze blew gently, blowing his long hair behind him to his chest. Song Qingming was still in deep thought and didn't notice any discomfort.

Huang Siyuan on the side, looking at Song Qingming's somewhat empty eyes, also deeply felt the pain of losing a loved one he was feeling at this moment.

She herself had also lost her mother who loved her since she was a child. Over the years, she had been fighting hard alone in Qinghe. Like Song Qingming now, she had also long experienced this sense of loneliness of losing a loved one.

The two sat on the mountain from the afternoon until dusk, watching the red sunset on the horizon gradually dim. Song Qingming then stood up and said slowly to Huang Siyuan: "Let's go back!"

Huang Siyuan nodded without saying much. She thought Song Qingming was going to take her back to the Song family, but she didn't expect Song Qingming not to go back, but to take her directly back to Funiu Mountain.

In the few years since she became a Daoist companion with Song Qingming, Huang Siyuan had always lived in Qinghe Market and had never been to the Song family's Funiu Mountain. This was her first time entering the Song family's home in a true sense.

In the few years in Qinghe Market, Huang Siyuan was already very familiar with some of the Song family's cultivators. After going up the mountain, she met Song Xinhu and others she knew and smiled and greeted them actively.

"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 Qinghe Market?" As soon as she entered Song Qingming's cave dwelling, Huang Siyuan hesitated for a moment and asked actively.

Song Qingming turned around and said calmly: "It's getting late today, and it's not safe for you to travel alone. Rest on the mountain for one night first, and I will let Qingyu accompany you back to Qinghe Market tomorrow!"

Huang Siyuan nodded, found a relatively comfortable place in the cave dwelling, and entered meditation to cultivate.

After Song Qingming brought her to his cave dwelling and gave her instructions, he left his cave dwelling and came to the residence of Sixth Uncle Song Changfeng behind the mountain.

"Qingming, didn't you go home these few days? Could it be that you have finished your business?" Seeing Song Qingming suddenly appear here, Song Changfeng was also very surprised.

Song Qingming nodded and said calmly: "I have been cultivating for decades, but I still can't escape some trivial matters in the secular world. My Dao heart is indeed a bit worse than yours."

"Most of us are the same. How many of us didn't come out of the secular world? It's just that after experiencing more things, you will naturally get used to it."

"Sixth Uncle, I heard from Eldest Brother a few days ago that you have decided to go into seclusion for Foundation Establishment. Why haven't I heard you mention this before?" After listening, Song Qingming didn't continue to talk about this matter, but changed the subject to Song Changfeng.

Everyone, get some rest early.