Traveling through time to cultivate immortality: a life and death test

"My beloved, you must be well and wait for me to come back." Liu Xing whispered softly.

He had spent the past ten years suppressing his emotions, burying his love for Qing'er deep in his heart. Now his thoughts were unleashed, like the floodgates opening, unstoppable. Unable to suppress the burning passion within him, the endless longing, he unconsciously accelerated his pace.

He went to Peach Blossom Valley, but there was no sign that Qing'er had returned. Peach Blossom Valley was unattended, overgrown with weeds, and looked a bit desolate. The thatched cottage where he and Qing'er once lived had fallen into disrepair, with leaky walls and a leaking roof. The koi in the pond were still frolicking happily, just as he and Qing'er had done before, walking hand in hand and kissing in the sunset, so happy and blessed. Liu Xing was motionless, his thoughts racing, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses. So, he released his flying sword, cut down trees, pruned branches and leaves, and controlled everything with his spiritual consciousness and spiritual power. A quarter of an hour later, everything was restored to the way it was when he left. Every blade of grass, every brick and tile here was carefully arranged by Qing'er. There was affection everywhere, and every bit was love.

He went to the Misty Rain Pavilion, but found no trace of Qing'er. Dongfang Hao and his wife's son was already thirteen years old, and his martial arts skills had reached a high level. Yao Lao had passed away, and his former courtyard had a new owner, along with a new physician. Liu Xing appeared in the room where he had recuperated, recalling the heartwarming memory of Qing'er's clumsy preparation of medicine for him. He hadn't disturbed anyone in the Misty Rain Pavilion, arriving and departing quietly.

"He hasn't been back for ten years." Liu Xing became even more worried.

He had already devised a strategy for finding her. Within the mortal realm, he would employ the power of mortals to aid in the search. No matter how far Qing'er fled, she couldn't possibly reach a distance of 100,000 miles. All surrounding nations had to simultaneously launch a search. The most powerful mortals were undoubtedly the rulers of a nation and the heads of sects. So Liu Xing drew a portrait of Qing'er and the characteristics of her divine swordsmanship, demonstrating that she was either innate or at the peak of acquired strength, thus narrowing the selection criteria.

Next, Liu Xing personally sought out the monarchs of various countries and the leaders of top sects, using a few tricks to coerce them into submission and full cooperation. He then dispatched top experts to search everywhere, forcing even innate masters to come out of seclusion. Strength in numbers meant several false alarms along the way, forcing Liu Xing to make several wasted trips.

Finally, three months later, reliable news came that there was a suspected woman on an island country 80,000 miles southwest. She had rarely communicated with others in the past ten years. Every day she was either in a daze or practicing sword skills. Her sword skills were unmatched.

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"Brother Xing, are you okay? Qing'er misses you so much."

"Brother Xing, have you found the secret of your own martial arts?"

"It's been ten years. Do you still remember me? Do you miss me?"

"Brother Xing, are you in danger? Qing'er really wants to be by your side and take care of you."

"But you always take care of me. Qing'er is really stupid. She doesn't understand anything and can't do anything well."

"You are so outstanding, will there be a fairy sister to accompany you?"

"My brother Xing is really great. He is definitely the best wherever he goes. I really envy the woman who can be with you. Qing'er is really not jealous. Qing'er just wants to wish you all the best."

"Forget about Qing'er. Don't worry about me anymore. Just practice peacefully and pursue your path."

"Qing'er will only love Brother Xing in this life. I will silently bless you in my heart."

On an island, there was a remarkable woman who practiced swordplay obsessively every day.

A little fisherman girl asked her mother in confusion:

"Mom, mom, why does this sister cry every day?"

"She's sad."

"Why is she sad?"

"Her beloved is not here."

"Why isn't her beloved here?"

My mother didn't know how to respond. She only knew this was a pitiful woman. She hadn't even married yet, yet she was seen on the island, waiting and staring blankly. She was a skilled warrior. Once, a tsunami struck, and amidst the raging waves, she managed to rescue a child. Everyone was amazed, thinking she was a deity, and they kept their distance from her. Why didn't she actively seek out her lover? What was she avoiding?

……

Qing'er practiced swordplay obsessively, completely forgetting herself. This was a feeling she had while watching the tsunami: human power is so insignificant against the might of nature. Her love is like the raging waves, her affection like the relentless tides. So she named her swordplay "Sword of Love in the Shocking Waves." When she performed it, it was sometimes gentle and graceful, captivating with tenderness and sweetness; sometimes beautiful and lingering, mournful and bittersweet; sometimes swift and fierce, thrilling and disturbing. Every move and form represented her love for Brother Xing, her longing for him, and her reluctance to let him go. There was lingering tenderness, a heroic spirit that no one else could match, the bitterness of painful separation, and an unforgettable love...

In the clouds, Liu Xing watched Qing'er's swordsmanship, tears streaming down his face. Gentle waves kissed the beach over and over again, just like Qing'er kissing him, so gentle; turbulent waves swept in with a hurricane, just like Qing'er missing him, so fierce; Qing'er's love was like the tide, since she loved, she had no regrets, and she was willing to endure any hardship. Qing'er's swordsmanship was sometimes like waves, sometimes like waves, and sometimes like the tide. The sword was full of emotion, and the power was incomparable. Especially the last move, the Flying Fairy from the Sky, which brought her unconditional and unrepentant determination to follow him to the death to the extreme. Even the Sword Sect's leader, Bai Jianfeng, would be shattered if he encountered it.

"My dear, your love is so deep, how can I repay you?"

"My lover has already reached the Xiantian realm. She is making rapid progress."

"My dear, Brother Xing can't bear to leave you, and Brother Xing loves you too. Please don't hide from me anymore."

Liu Xing was full of tenderness and heartache, sympathizing with his lover's miserable struggle over the past ten years.

All the thoughts of cultivating immortality and living forever were forgotten at this moment. He wanted to be with his lover and no one could stop him.

……

"Qing'er~" Liu Xing called softly.

"Brother Xing~" Qing'er stared blankly at the sky. How many times had she dreamed of her brother Xing riding a colorful cloud to pick her up? How many times had she woken up, only to find that it was just a dream and everything was in vain. She was numb. Could it be that she was dreaming again?

"Qing'er, I'm back." Liu Xing descended from the clouds, gently embraced his Qing'er, held her tightly in his arms, tears streaming down his face.

"Brother Xing, I miss you so much." Qing'er also hugged Liu Xing tightly, enjoying the tenderness of the moment. Let her dream, and she hoped that she would never wake up from this dream.

Both of them shed tears and hugged each other tightly, unwilling to separate for a long time. There is a poem that says:

We met by chance on Tongtian River, and fell in love in Misty Rain Pavilion;

Mei Yan and his heroine traveled the world and lingered in Peach Blossom Valley;

Thousands of miles away, my heart breaks, and I yearn for you for ten years;

The way of heaven is cruel, separating immortals and mortals, but the plum blossom smoke is full of affection and has been passed down for