Chapter 307 - 268: Orange Attribute, Immortal Dragon Body! (Double - )
Time is like a ruler, measuring all things in the world, propelling the chronicles of the years, governing life and death, coming and going...
The world changes day by day, and the stars shift.
Another six years have passed in the blink of an eye...
Outside Donglai County City, on a scenic little hillside.
Four neatly repaired tombstones of stone bricks stand against the wind.
Song Changming crouched down to clear away the weeds and vines around the tombstones, then carefully wiped the dust off them.
He lit incense and paid his respects.
These tombstones naturally belonged to Father Song, Song’s Mother, and his two older brothers.
In the past, he would almost annually choose a day to head south, specifically to pay his respects, never missing a year.
This year was no exception.
Behind him, Su Qingqing and Song Ping’an also paid their respects as they observed.
Even Dahuang and White, the two dogs, intelligently squatted on one side, bowing their heads toward the tombstones.
Perhaps in their memories, the elders’ appearances were still vivid.
On the other side was the Zhao Family, young and old.
Third sister Song Yu was an ordinary person, and although she had taken good care of her body, she now had white hair, having reached her twilight years.
Her children and grandchildren had already spread their branches and leaves.
The one supporting her was her husband Zhao Huaiming.
Perhaps due to his martial arts training, Zhao Huaiming, though aging, still had strong and sturdy legs and body.
In front of his children and grandchildren, he naturally held an aura of dignity.
His father Zhao Dezhi had passed away many years ago, and now he was the Patriarch of the Zhao Family, and the current Governor of Donglai Prefecture.
The current Zhao Family had undoubtedly developed into the leading noble family in Donglai Prefecture.
Although part of this was related to Song Changming, due to their kinship.
The main reason was Zhao Huaiming’s diligence, starting as a Patrol Guard, seizing opportunities to climb upward.
After many twists and turns, he eventually gained enough merit, and with the connection to Song Changming, he was appointed as Governor by the Imperial Court.
First, it took his personal effort to gain the position, relying on Song Changming’s influence.
"Third Sister, I might have to go to a very distant place later, so far that letters cannot reach, and for a long time in the future, I may not be able to return to pay respects or visit you..."
Song Changming unexpectedly said as he looked at the inscriptions on the tombstones.
"Mm, go ahead, take care, brother." Song Yu said with a smile, soft and gentle like a breeze.
"Sister, you also need to take care of yourself." Song Changming nodded, unconsciously speaking in a lighter tone, without more words.
"Okay." Song Yu vaguely realized something, her heart touched.
This parting might be the last time they would see each other as siblings...
Thinking of this, Song Yu’s expression grew somewhat dazed.
She didn’t understand anything about the Corpse Refining Sect or the Celestial List, but she knew her brother was now a renowned figure.
Time passed quickly. In her memory, Xiaochangming in crotch-less pants in the village did not seem too far off.
In the city, on Baiyi Street, the scene of her secretly buying candied hawthorn for Xiaochangming was still vivid.
The year they left Donglai Prefecture, Song Changming had already emerged, showing great potential as a burgeoning hero of his era.
Now, though she had aged, Song Changming still seemed like the rising sun, like the young man who had never left...
She clearly understood, this extraordinary younger brother was destined to leave, to go to where he needed to be.
She could only silently pray for her brother who was far away in the remaining years.
"Don’t worry, Changming, with me here, I will surely take good care of your sister." Zhao Huaiming said from the side.
Song Changming nodded.
He didn’t actually worry that after he left, Song Yu would be bullied or face other misfortunes in her later years.
Even if he went to Ancient Abyss Country, the growing Changming Association headed by Liang Zhao Long, and Liu Ziwen’s influence still in Da Lai would take care of Song Yu for him.
Thanks to Song Changming, third sister Song Yu’s later life was always peaceful and healthy.
Even during the post-war chaos, she did not experience too many upheavals, remaining in Donglai County City.
Unexpectedly, she was likely to stay healthy and free of illness till the end.
For third sister Song Yu, this ordinary happiness in life was enough.
The next day.
Having taken care of everything here, Song Changming bid farewell to his third sister, and then left Donglai Prefecture with Su Qingqing, Song Ping’an, and the two dogs, Dahuang and White.
"Master, where to next?" Su Qingqing got onto the carriage and asked Song Changming, who was sitting cross-legged nearby.
Song Changming pulled open the curtain and looked at the scenery along the way, his mood shifting, and said, "After this journey, it’s about time to return."
Su Qingqing was taken aback, and Song Ping’an, who was acting as coachman, confirmed, "Master, is it back to Wangyue Prefecture?"
"Mm." Song Changming nodded.
Seeing Song Changming nod, joy immediately spread across Su Qingqing’s face, "Master once said, once we return to Wangyue Prefecture, it would be time to head to Ancient Abyss Country?"
"Pretty much." Song Changming smiled slightly.
He understood Su Qingqing’s eagerness.
Over the years, Su Qingqing had never let go of her parents, and her determination to go to Ancient Abyss Country surpassed even Song Changming’s.
Now, Song Changming felt everything was prepared, only one final step left before he could proceed.
Thus, he did not intend to delay any further.
Su Qingqing clenched her fist, her emotions stirred.
"Father, Mother, your child is coming!"
The carriage rolled along the official road, and it would take at least over a month to return from Donglai Prefecture to Wangyue Prefecture, even if they hurried.
No matter how anxious Su Qingqing was, there was nothing to be done.