Chapter 195 Passing

Huang Siyuan in Qinghefang, in addition to practicing, also has to run the business of Xianfenglou and feed Tianhuopeng for Song Qingming every day, so she basically has no free time.

After arriving at the Song family for a few days, Huang Siyuan suddenly became free. Except for occasionally going out to chat with Song's mother, she basically stayed in Song Qingming's hut and asked Song Qingming about some matters of practice.

Huang Siyuan's spiritual root talent is not bad. She has practiced to the late stage of Qi Refining at the age of 30. In Song Qingming's eyes, if she practices normally, she will have the opportunity to build a foundation in the future.

Now, among the adult cultivators in the entire Song family, except Song Qingyu, no one has a higher probability of building a foundation than her.

In the past few years, Song Qingming has taken good care of her and given her many opportunities to earn spirit stones, which can be regarded as indirect support for her. As for whether she can successfully build a foundation in the future, Song Qingming has not thought too much about it for the time being. Everything depends on her personal luck.

More than ten days passed, and Song Qingming and Huang Siyuan stayed in the Song Mansion. Apart from daily meditation and cultivation, they seemed to have become a pair of mortals, living a leisurely and peaceful life.

Before Huang Siyuan came from Qinghefang, she was thoughtful and bought a lot of useful spiritual medicine supplements in the market, and gave one to everyone in the Song family. This immediately improved her status in everyone's heart.

Except for Song Yunshan, who was temporarily the housekeeper, the whole family of the Song family had a rare and relaxing reunion. The whole Song Mansion was full of laughter and joy these days. Song Qingming felt as if he had returned to the time when his father was still alive and the family was lively.

But the good times didn't last long. Early in the morning of this day, Song Qingming and Huang Siyuan, who had just left the house, were called over by their second sister who came anxiously.

As soon as he entered the room, Song Qingming saw that Song's mother, who was lying on the bed, had a grayish face. She had lost her yesterday's radiance, and he couldn't help but sigh.

"San'er, am I going to see your father?" Song's mother had become very weak, and even her voice could not be coherent.

Song Qingming did not speak, but stepped forward and grabbed Song's mother's thin palm, and gently passed a trace of spiritual energy in her body to her, which made her feel a little better.

After Song's mother's face improved a little, she looked at her second sister and fourth brother, stretched out her hand again, pointed to a small box beside the bed, and said to Song Qingming: "There are things I left for you three here, you can open it and see it yourself in a few days. I have thought about this day for a long time, and it is a blessing to be able to leave peacefully."

"San'er, I'm a little sleepy, let me sleep for a while." After saying this, Song's mother slowly put down her hand, smiled at Song Qingming again, and slowly closed her eyes.

Song Qingming nodded gently and slowly took back the hand that was holding Song's mother.

In a beautiful dream, Song's mother left this world.

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

Song Qingming and the Song family buried their mother in the place that Song Yunshan had chosen long ago.

Song's mother has always been kind-hearted. Many of the neighbors nearby have been taken care of by her. There are more people who came to see her off than when his father was buried.

After the funeral of his mother, most of the people had 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 hill is still very good. Sitting here, you can easily take in the whole Mujiao Town.

It can be seen that Song Yunshan, the eldest nephew, is really thoughtful to find such a good Feng Shui location for Song's mother.

There are no rare objects in the iron box left by Song's mother, but only a letter with some words of advice to the younger generations.

The words left for Song Qingming were similar, just asking him to pay more attention to safety when he was outside and to go home often when he had time.

After so many years, there was a mother at home who was always worried about him, which was indeed a rare warmth for Song Qingming.

Now that his mother passed away, it was considered to have cut off a big part of Song Qingming's ties in the secular world. In the future, there would probably be no one who would always care about him like his mother did.

The breeze blew slowly, blowing his long hair behind him to his chest. Song Qingming was still in deep thought and did not feel uncomfortable.

Huang Siyuan, who was standing aside, looked at Song Qingming's somewhat empty eyes, and deeply felt the pain of him losing his beloved relatives at this moment.

She herself had lost her loving mother since she was a child. She had been working hard alone in Qinghefang for many years. Like Song Qingming now, she had long experienced the loneliness of losing her relatives.

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

Huang Siyuan nodded without saying anything more. She thought Song Qingming was going to take her back to the Song family, but he didn't go back, but took her directly back to Funiu Mountain.

Huang Siyuan has been living in Qinghefang for several years since she became a Taoist partner with Song Qingming. She 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 long been very familiar with some of the Song family's cultivators. After going up the mountain, she met Song Xinhu and others whom she knew, and smiled and took the initiative to greet them.

"I have been out for so long. I am a little worried about Xianfeng Tower. When do you plan to let me go back to Qinghefang?" Huang Siyuan hesitated for a moment and took the initiative to ask a question just after entering Song Qingming's cave.

Song Qingming turned around and said calmly: "It's late today. It's not safe for you to travel alone. Rest on the mountain for one night. Tomorrow I will let Qingyu accompany you back to Qinghefang!"

Huang Siyuan nodded, found a more comfortable place in the cave, and meditated and practiced.

After Song Qingming brought her to his cave, he told her something and left his cave to the residence of his sixth uncle Song Changfeng behind the mountain.

"Qingming, didn't you go home these days? Have you finished your business?" Seeing Song Qingming suddenly appear here, Song Changfeng was also surprised.

Song Qingming nodded and said calmly: "I have been practicing Taoism for decades, but I still can't escape some trivial things in the secular world. My Tao heart is indeed a little worse than yours."

"Most of us are the same. There are a few who are not from the secular world. It's because you have experienced a lot of things, so you are used to it naturally."

"Sixth uncle, I heard from my eldest brother a few days ago that you have decided to retreat to build your foundation. Why haven't I heard you talk about this before?" Song Qingming didn't continue to talk about this matter after hearing it, but changed the subject and shifted it to Song Changfeng.

Everyone should rest early