Immortality: Starting with a grave, I'm invincible when burying corpses.

Putting away the letter left by Mu Ling'er, Mu An looked down at the box in front of him.

Unlike any other time, this time the box contained a small pouch for storage.

A small golden dragon was embroidered on the purse. The dragon was lifelike and somewhat resembled Ao Yun, but it was even more majestic.

Compared to other dragon kings, Ao Yun always gives people the impression of having a somewhat simple and honest temperament.

Mu An remembered that this was a gift that Qing Xi had given to Mu Ling'er a few years ago.

The pocket wasn't very big, only about ten cubic meters in size, and it was filled with toys.

Each and every one of them was a toy from Mu Ling's childhood, a treasured possession that she has kept since she was very young.

The toy was accompanied by a series of simple line drawings, and the pictures and text below them immediately caught Mu An's attention.

"Da'an gave me this little bunny when I was five years old. It's super cute! I want to hug it and sleep every night!"

—That darn Da'an used to steal my rabbit when we were kids!

"Grandma He gave me this big cat when I was six years old. The cat's mouth was so big, it could eat me up in one bite, waaaaah!"

—What kind of kind family would give a child a giant tiger? Childhood trauma +1

"Grandma Green gave me this quill pen when I was seven. Hehe, clever little Ling'er can write so many words now!"

Grandma He and Da'an are both wicked bullies who prey on children! They always tickle me while I'm sleeping!

……

"When I was eight years old, Da'an gave me a big wooden rocket. It looked weird, but it was pretty good for digging."

—You rascal! Why didn't you tell me what this thing was earlier? Something that can fly out of the world sounds amazing.

……

Each painting was accompanied by a line of text, written in a childhood tone and with a sarcastic tone, expressing Mu Ling'er's own feelings.

All of this made Mu An unable to stop reading.

One after another, the childlike innocence and the adult's complaints combined to immerse Mu An in the story without her even realizing it.

As he watched, Mu An's somewhat cold eyes gradually softened, and he completely gave up the idea of ​​capturing Mu Ling'er.

The little guy is gambling with his life, betting on a vague and uncertain possibility.

She's still working hard, so how can I give up so easily?

With the outcome still uncertain, why would I believe that humanity is destined to lose?

If divinity is about constantly moving closer to the Tao itself, then humanity is about being the original self.

Mu An vaguely remembered that the word "give up" was never in his dictionary.

……

Come to think of it, I've never taken the little one to the Boundary Sea, nor have I shown her how magnificent and beautiful the Nine Domains within it are.

When I have time, I could build a real rocket and give it to her as a gift when we meet again. Then we can ride the rocket together and travel through the stars.

……

In the fourth year since Mu Ling'er ran away from home, Mu An found the fifty-second treasure.

Mu An stopped on the small island in the lake where the treasure was hidden.

On a lonely night, a shooting star streaks across the horizon, bringing a shower of stars to the world.

Sitting on the beach, Mu An looked up at the starry sky and raised his wine jug in the direction from which the starlight fell.

At the same time, under the same starry sky, Mu Ling'er, who was all alone, also sat down.

She sat in a corner of the town, holding a gourd of wine, taking sip after sip, tears welling in her reddened eyes.

The third and final star shower in her life left Mu Ling'er all alone.

There were no Xiao He or Xiao Lü, nor was there Mu An who had always been by her side.

In her more than two hundred years of life, this was the loneliest and most desolate time for Mu Ling'er.

Even though it was Mu Ling'er's own choice, she still couldn't help but want to cry under the starry sky.

A loving family raises a bird that loves its home, and Mu Ling'er's childhood was filled with care and love.

While teaching her how to be a decision-maker, Mu An also gave her a wonderful childhood that she shouldn't have had.

In most cases, these two are somewhat contradictory. Those who achieve great things are often indifferent to emotions and are taught from a young age not to show their joy or anger.

These people view emotions as valuable objects, and even their closest relatives can be easily discarded when needed.

However, at the Mu residence, a completely different situation arose for various reasons.

In the little house called "home", liking and love are always expressed directly, and there is never any need to deliberately hide them.

"If you like someone, you should say it properly."

These were the words Xiao Lü most often said when she was alive. She would express her love for her family over and over again, never holding back.

Even if she doesn't get a response sometimes, or even receives an awkward reply, she won't mind and will continue to express her feelings tirelessly.

Over time, even the awkward Xiaohe was influenced by Xiaolü, and would occasionally press her face against Muling'er's while she was asleep, softly murmuring her joy.

Sometimes, when she scolded Mu Ling'er harshly, Xiao He would apologize to her afterwards and express her affection for her again and again.

From childhood to adulthood, Mu Ling'er has never truly left the care of her family, and her attachment to home is far beyond what ordinary people can match.

Whether it was Mu An in the past or Mu Ling'er now, they were more like ordinary people with good intentions than outstanding leaders.

only……

As they drew closer to the Great Road, Mu An gradually forgot the past. Xiao He and Xiao Lü were no longer alive, leaving only Mu Ling'er to try her best to find the Mu An of the past.

……

Under the starry sky, Mu Ling'er, drunk, lay on her back on the grass. She stretched out her palm and watched the starlight disappear into the horizon through the gaps between her fingers.

In a daze, Mu Ling'er seemed to see Xiao He and Xiao Lü. Under a sky full of starlight, the two were sitting in front of a hot pot, smiling as they served her food.

Mu An, who should have been beside them, was very far away. She shouted desperately and tried desperately to chase after her, but she could not catch the person she wanted to catch.

……

As she got up, Mu Ling'er was suddenly awakened from her sleep.

She sat on the grass, her hand hovering over her pounding heart.

This wasn't the first time she'd had such a dream; everything in the dream terrified her.

She sat there for a while, and only after her heartbeat gradually stabilized did Mu Ling'er look at the sky in the east, which was gradually brightening.

Looking at the world in the distance, Mu Ling'er patted her cheeks and told herself something.

We need to speed things up...

……

In the fifth year since Mu Ling'er ran away from home, Mu An encountered a new problem at the sixty-third treasure location.

He spent a year playing the role of a farmer in Xiaofen Village, making a living by farming.

For Yu Mu'an, this is truly a considerable challenge.

Without using supernatural powers, farmland won't magically turn over just because he glances at it, nor will it yield a bountiful harvest simply because he says something.

The only saving grace is that someone will come and give you the next clue when the challenge ends.

Mu An could also learn about Mu Ling'er's recent situation from the visitor.

It's something to look forward to, to some extent.

To be honest, Mu An felt that she also missed the little guy a bit.

……

Sunrise and sunset, the changing seasons.

Because it requires hands-on work, life is indeed much more troublesome for farmers than for doctors.

Without using supernatural powers, even if Mu An's physical body could split a mountain with a single punch, he could only pick up a hoe and cultivate the yellow earth bit by bit.

The only fortunate thing is that his body has already aligned with the Great Dao, and is no longer tainted by dust, so no cause or effect can affect him.

Not to mention a little wind and rain, a little dust, even the karmic force that could cause living beings to perish could not affect him in the slightest.

Neither wind nor sun, nor heavy rain nor snow, nor mud in the fields nor crawling insects and snakes, could affect Mu'an in any way.