Chapter 144 Old friends are dying one after another
After this battle, the Lu family in Baishajiang was shocked.
Before, it was not unknown to the Lu family that the Chen family had a relationship with an outer elder of the Chaos Sect.
However, after many inquiries, the three ancestors of the Lu family agreed that the relationship between the Chen family and Ji Zhu was extremely weak, and that Chen Yuzhu was only sent to the Chaos Sect as a maid to attend to daily life.
They never thought that the foundation builder would really help the Chen family.
Suddenly, three ancestors died in the battle, and the sky of the Lu family collapsed.
……
Chen Weimo and Chen Yuzhu returned to the second-level low-level spiritual lineage of the Chen family with the mid-level second-level Mo Jiao with great fanfare, established a new head of the family, and after arranging everything, they quietly left in the starry night a few days later.
The immortal cultivating families in Baishajiang, such as the Lu family and the Zhao family, did not know this, so they thought that the ink dragon had been left behind, so they became the spiritual beast of the Chen family.
Therefore, any cultivating family that dares to covet Chen's spiritual vein in the future must first weigh it to see if it can touch the extremely ferocious second-order mid-level spiritual beast.
Chaos Sect, Qibi Peak.
Chen Weimo and Chen Yuzhu quietly returned to No. 77 Lingtian Courtyard in the pre-dawn night.
"Uncle!"
With a smile on her face, Chen Weimo patted the spirit beast bag and returned it to Xiao Heizi.
"Come back?"
Ning Daoran held a cup of spiritual tea in the living room and said with a smile: "How are the affairs of the Chen family in Baishajiang handled?"
"Everything went well. The spiritual veins have been recovered. Mo Jiao contributed the most in this battle. Thank you very much, uncle!" Chen Weimo responded with a smile.
Chen Yuzhu also bowed his sleeves and said, "Thank you so much, Mr. Sir, for your kindness in rebuilding our Chen family."
"Okay, stop talking."
Ning Daoran waved his hand and said: "I don't know anything about this matter. You two should never mention it again."
"Yes!"
Chen Weimo and Chen Yuzhu smiled and nodded. They changed out of their long skirts and started making breakfast.
Ning Daoran put his hands behind his back and flew towards the backyard.
After being promoted to Foundation Establishment, he formed a habit of never leaving if he could fly, which made him more like the ancestor of Foundation Establishment.
"Little Heizi."
Beside the fish pond, Ning Daoran lightly stamped his feet.
"Zhizhi~~~"
Mo Jiao hurriedly marched forward, squatting in front of Ning Daoran, with his head lowered, looking extremely obedient.
"Hmph!"
Ning Daoran narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "You have been very murderous during this trip. You have devoured the flesh, blood and essence of so many immortal cultivators in one breath. Is it possible that the evil dragon in your heart has also reared its head?"
"Zhizhi——"
Xiao Heizi was shocked, his vertical pupils shrank rapidly, and a feeling of great terror enveloped his heart.
Ning Daoran rose up, tapped Xiao Heizi's solid head three times with the back of his finger, and said: "This killing is to avenge Chen Weimo's family. It will not be the same next time."
"Zhizhi~~~"
After Xiao Heizi realized that Ning Daoran had no murderous intention, he immediately showed a gentle expression, tilted his head and humped Ning Daoran like a stupid deer.
"Go back and continue practicing."
Suddenly, Xiao Heizi slipped into the water and turned into a black shadow under the water and quickly disappeared.
At this point, the affairs of the Chen family in Baishajiang came to an end.
Ning Daoran raised his head and glanced at the sky. Whatever it was, if Granny Yuncui was alive in the sky, she would be very happy after seeing this.
As for the future of the Chen family, it depends on whether Chen Yuzhu is lucky enough to build a foundation.
If she builds a foundation, the Chen family will still be a foundation-building family in the future, otherwise it's hard to say.
……
On Qibi Peak, Ning Daoran and Da Benlu practiced tirelessly.
Time flies, and two years have passed in the blink of an eye.
This year, Ning Daoran is one hundred and five years old. Although he still looks young and green, he has begun to call himself "I".
At this time, he finally found the familiar feeling.
At a certain moment, he felt that he had hit a bottleneck, and it seemed that he was only one step away from the late stage of foundation building.
Don't be in a hurry, take your time, your cultivation base must be accumulated slowly.
It is so difficult to break through the ninth level spiritual root, it requires a lot of patience and waiting. Fortunately, he has a long life and can afford to wait.
However, at this moment, news came that Lin Sheng had been promoted to the middle stage of foundation building!
Lin Sheng has an eighth-grade spiritual root, which is not much better than Ning Daoran. However, Lin Sheng has never slacked off in practice, and it is expected that he can be promoted to the middle stage of foundation building.
Although he was promoted to the middle stage of foundation building at the age of 115, and the hope of forming a core was already quite slim, it was still worth celebrating.
Two days later, Lin Sheng held a banquet in the cave to celebrate his promotion to the middle stage of foundation building.
Ning Daoran took Da Benlu to congratulate each other and gave them small gifts.
However, he found that Lin Sheng's aura had begun to become restrained, and he introduced several descendants of the Lin family to his junior brothers and sisters.
As we all know, Lin Sheng cultivated pure Yang and is still Yuanyang.
Therefore, those descendants are all the descendants of his cousins, and those with spiritual roots were basically arranged by Lin Sheng to practice in the inner and outer sects of the Chaos Sect.
Ning Daoran was in a daze. Even senior brother Lin Sheng had already begun to arrange things after his death?
After attending the banquet, he sighed.
Come to think of it, Senior Brother Lin Sheng has become convinced that there is no hope for him to form an elixir, and he no longer has any expectations for it.
……
A few days later.
News came from the spiritual field at No. 80, Qibi Peak, that Qin Xiang passed away.
Qin Xiang had been working hard to grow spiritual rice for decades. The news of his death made Ning Daoran and Dabenlu sad for a while. Finally, he decided to pay Qin Xiang one last look as the peak master.
In the early morning, the clouds were lingering.
In the Lingtian courtyard, more than a dozen Qin family members were wearing linen and mourning, crying.
Qin Xiang's body lay in a coffin placed under the jujube tree in the courtyard.
Dates fell down and made a crackling sound on the coffin lid.
"Fellow Daoist Qin..."
Ning Daoran frowned: "I didn't expect you to leave in such a hurry without even saying hello."
"Peak Master..."
Qin Xiang's children knelt down in tears.
"Don't worry, fellow Daoist Qin and I have a history, and Ning will not embarrass you."
Ning Daoran looked at them and said, "Everyone from the Qin family is here?"
"Exactly."
A middle-aged man knelt down and said: "They are all here..."
Ning Daoran's eyes roamed around and finally landed on a girl in white. She actually had an eighth-grade spiritual root!
Probably because he was too young and had not yet been sent to the sect to test his spiritual roots, so the Qin family did not know about it. "What's your name?"
"I...my name is Qin Wenyao..."
"Okay."
Ning Daoran said: "From now on, Qin Wenyao will also follow Chen Weimo to practice and teach you the Evergreen Technique and the Rain Transformation Technique. It depends on you how far you can go in the end. As for the No. 80 Spiritual Field, it will be taught to Qin Wenyao, my family can take care of it for me.”
"Thank you Peak Master, thank you Peak Master!"
Qin Wenyao's parents kowtowed repeatedly.
Ning Daoran nodded: "Bury Fellow Daoist Qin properly. From now on, you must abide by your duties and not overstep."
"Yes, Peak Master!"
After Ning Daoran and Da Benlu left, the Qin family was both happy and sad. They were happy that they were not expelled from Jibi Peak like the Ma family, but sad that Qin Xiang passed away and the backbone of the family suddenly collapsed.
……
Half a year after Qin Xiang passed away.
Qin Wenyao began to practice with Chen Yuzhu, and also called Chen Weimo master, but Ning Daoran occasionally taught him the Evergreen Technique.
Not long after, a staggering figure came to the front of No. 77 Courtyard, standing in the wind, looking like he was dying, as if his life would be blown out by the wind at any time.
This person is none other than Huangshan, the owner of Lingtian No. 81.
"Huangshan, please see the peak master..." He shouted lowly from outside.
Amidst the rustling sound, the small clouds and mist dispersed.
Wearing a green robe, Ning Daoran, still looking like a young man, came out with Bai Lu.
He could tell at a glance that Huangshan's life span was about to end and he would die within a day or two.
Calculating, Huangshan and Ning Daoran are similar in age, and they have indeed reached the life limit of a monk in the Qi Refining Stage at this time.
"Huang Daoyou."
Ning Daoran cupped his fists and said, "Please serve tea in the living room."
"Thank you, Peak Master..."
Huangshan said respectfully: "But... I don't want to drink tea. If the peak master has free time, why not go and sit under the big banyan tree for a while. Huangshan has some things he would like to say before he dies..."
"Okay, listen to fellow Taoist."
Under the banyan tree, there is a big stone slab, on which Ning Daoran and Huangshan sit.
On the side, Bai Lu held it sideways with a lazy expression.
"Peak Master."
Huangshan looked up at the big banyan tree and said with a smile: "Back then, you and I, as well as two Taoist friends Xin Yan and Zhong Yan, as well as my mother-in-law and Xiao Weimo, loved chatting and joking here the most."
"Ouch~~"
Beside, the big stupid deer raised its head and barked.
Huangshan suddenly laughed: "Yes, yes, there is also fellow deer."
The big stupid deer was satisfied and narrowed his eyes again, looking lazy.
"Alas..."
Huangshan sighed and said: "Eighty years have passed in the blink of an eye..."
"The passage of time cannot be reversed without human intervention."
Ning Daoran looked at the rice fields in the distance, with tranquility and indifference in his eyes. In terms of his state of mind, he didn't know how much better than Huangshan.
"What a pity..."
Huang Shan leaned on the big stone slab and said with a wry smile: "I have been practicing all my life, but I still can't break through to the late stage of Qi refining. I am doing nothing and accomplishing nothing...
I have been practicing Changchun Gong for eighty years, but I still only have this shallow attainment, which is ridiculous to think about. ”
There was confusion in his eyes: "Our generation will all die eventually. Only you, fellow Daoist Ning, will live forever on the immortal road, and only you can see the farther scenery on the immortal road on behalf of us."
Ning Daoran remained silent, feeling complicated.
"Fellow Daoist Ning, what do you think the Immortal Road looks like in front of it? Is the foundation building period really as beautiful as they described?" Huang Shan suddenly asked.
"Natural."
Ning Daoran said: "The scenery of Changsheng is naturally extremely beautiful, although I can only see some edges."
"That's it..."
Huangshan smiled, with a look of fascination in his eyes, and said: "That's great..."
The two chatted for a while about the past.
Soon after, Huangshan couldn't stop coughing and returned to No. 81 Lingtian Courtyard.
……
It's night.
Huangshan's great-great-grandson, Huang Yu, wearing sackcloth and mourning, came to report the funeral. Huangshan had passed away in the middle of the night.
Ning Daoran was filled with emotion.
Eighty years ago, a group of spiritual farmers chatted on the big stone slab under the banyan tree, but now they are the only ones left.
Familiar figures such as Mr. Lu, Xin Yan, Zhong Yan, Qin Xiang, Huang Shan, and Granny Yuncui were all lost in time one by one.
He couldn't help but feel a little sad that he was really lonely until the end of his cultivation of immortality.
“Ouch~~~”
On the side, Big Stupid Deer gently cupped Gong Ning Daoran's arm, signaling him not to be too sad.
"Huang Yu."
Ning Daoran looked at the young man in front of him. He was the great-great-grandson of Huangshan. He had a low-grade spiritual root. Under Huangshan's supervision, he had already introduced Qi into his body. He had even practiced the Rain Transformation Technique to the second level.
It is also a farming holy body.
"From now on, you will be responsible for cultivating Spiritual Field No. 81."
Ning Daoran said: "But remember, the spiritual field is only so big and cannot support such a big family.
You should separate unnecessary relatives at the right opportunity and let them live in the mortal world, leaving only those who can help you take care of the spiritual field, so as not to disrupt your own cultivation. ”
"Yes!"
Huang Yu immediately kowtowed and said, "Huang Yu has taken the Peak Master's words to heart."
"Go ahead."
……
A few months later.
Qibi Peak returned to calm, and the deaths of Qin Xiang and Huang Shan seemed to be quickly forgotten.
Some people come and some go, the way of heaven is rolling around, and the fate of human beings seems to be born like grains under the stone mill, and they will all be crushed in the end.
The so-called cultivation of immortality is probably just to break out of the shackles of this world and become a grain of grain that flies out of the stone grinder.
(End of chapter)