Hang Suisui must have some connection with the eldest daughter of the Hang family who died young.
Yin Huaizhu did not intend to continue the investigation.
Regardless of whether Hang Suisui's reason at this moment is true or false, or whether there is another reason,
What is certain is that the two women with the same name, Hang Suisui, must have met each other at some point.
Yin Huaizhu was certain that the young lady from the Hang family who interrupted his forbidden technique and broke into the formation in the maple forest last time was just a mortal.
Although he possesses a slight spiritual aura, he is merely a mortal in both body and soul, and there is nothing else unusual about him.
Yin Huaizhu smiled.
Perhaps, as Hang Suisui said, it was the eldest daughter of the Hang family who received a wisp of her spiritual energy?
Whether it's true or false, it doesn't matter to Yin Huaizhu.
As long as the person in front of me is her, that's enough.
Qingsong, whose eyes were shining with excitement after being fooled, finally couldn't contain his excitement and asked a question.
"Miss Hang, can you really cultivate yourself into an immortal?!"
Hang Suisui looked up and saw the stars in Qingsong's eyes.
No way?
She made up stories to deceive ordinary people.
Does this kid really believe that?
Hang Suisui smiled and nodded: "As long as you attain enlightenment, you can naturally become an immortal."
Qingsong immediately rushed to Hang Suisui's side, excitedly asking, "Then how can one attain enlightenment?"
Hang Suisui replied, "I haven't attained enlightenment yet either, let's work hard together, hahaha."
You've asked the wrong person, bro.
That's outside her area of knowledge.
Humans can attain enlightenment by entering the Dao, but how can demons attain enlightenment?
Collect eight drops of tears?
That's unrealistic.
“However, I’ve heard that demons need to undergo a tribulation of lightning to attain enlightenment,” Yin Huaizhu interjected slowly. “Moreover, the power of the tribulation of lightning is immense, and many demons cannot withstand it.”
Upon hearing this, Qingsong's enthusiasm instantly cooled down.
"Huh? I'm going to get struck by lightning too..." Qingsong muttered with a bitter face.
Someone like him wouldn't dare go out on a rainy day.
That lightning strike was absolutely too dangerous to withstand.
Hang Suisui, on the other hand, looked relaxed: "That's all for the future, who knows when or how many thousands of years from now."
The key point is that she doesn't need to look for any way to become an immortal.
All she wanted was to go home, back to her Taoist temple.
Hang Suisui rested her chin on her hand, lost in thought.
I wonder if the dust inside the temple is covered by several layers.
I wonder if the statue of the Three Pure Ones has spider webs on it.
When we get back, we'll have to clean it up properly.
Give the old man more of his favorite foods!
Hang Suisui suddenly thought of a very important question.
If I complete the mission and am reborn, will my body, which was trapped under the rock, still be usable?
They were all smashed into paper cutouts; that's truly brutal.
001 replied: "After completing the mission, the timeline can be rewound to one minute before your death. As long as you dodge the rock within that minute, you will successfully respawn and continue living."
Can the timeline be rewound to one minute before death?
That would be great!
She'll have to see for herself who blew up the rocks!
It made her dream of that rock hitting her all the time, even in the middle of the night!
Qingsong thought about it and agreed.
In modern times, spiritual energy is scarce, and cultivation is extremely difficult; this has been the case for more than just a few thousand years.
He suddenly asked curiously, "Miss Hang, how many years have you been cultivating?"
Upon hearing this, Yin Huaizhu couldn't help but stare at Hang Suisui, wanting to know the answer.
A demon's lifespan is one year every two hundred years, and judging from Hang Suisui's current appearance, she is only a teenager.
really.
Then Hang Suisui said, "More than three thousand eight hundred years."
A hint of surprise flashed in Yin Huaizhu's eyes.
He had no idea that Hang Suisui had over 3,800 years of cultivation.
Three thousand eight hundred years... Nineteen years old.
A human life is indeed but a blink of an eye for her.
Fleeting.
For Hang Suisui, it was just a moment of spiritual practice in the mountains, and the mortal world was transformed.
Thinking of this, Yin Huaizhu picked up the tea in front of her, which had already cooled slightly.
For some reason, I suddenly felt a dull ache in my heart.
Although she already knew that time was of no use to Hang Suisui.
But an indescribable feeling welled up inside me.
Upon hearing this, Qingsong's face revealed undisguised envy. He widened his eyes and exclaimed in amazement.
"Wow, you're amazing! How did you manage to persevere until you became a demon?"
He cultivated for three hundred years before becoming a spirit, but the seniors he encountered all said that he was very talented, but just too lazy.
His cultivation was also lazy and undisciplined.
No wonder even the head of the Zhenling Division looks at this Miss Hang with special regard.
Here's the reason!
Hang Suisui smiled slightly and began to coax the little tree spirit.
She adopted a look of reminiscing about the past, a hint of melancholy flashing in her eyes: "Actually, there's nothing special about it, just long years and day after day of cultivation. I encountered some hardships and difficulties along the way, but I persevered in the end."
The persona of a successful individual—diligent, hardworking, and persistent—began to take shape.
Qingsong listened with a mixture of admiration and awe.
Hang Suisui thought to herself, "Nineteen years old, she really seems to be getting younger and younger."
Yin Huaizhu's heart stirred, and she couldn't help but ask, "In these three thousand years, have you ever felt lonely?"
Hang Suisui raised her head and looked at Yin Huaizhu. She hadn't expected Yin Huaizhu to ask such a question.
Then Hang Sui Sui tilted her head slightly and looked into the distance at a 45-degree angle.
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