Chapter 144: Old Friends Die One After Another

After this battle, the Lu family of Baishajiang was shocked.

Before, the Lu family was not unaware that the Chen family had a friendship with an outer sect elder of the Chaos Sect.

However, after making inquiries from many sources, the three Lu family ancestors all agreed that the Chen family had a very weak relationship with the foundation-building master, and that Chen Yuzhu was sent to the Chaos Sect only to be a maid to serve as a servant.

They never thought that the foundation-building master would really help the Chen family.

For a time, the three ancestors died in battle, and the Lu family’s sky collapsed.

…

Chen Weimo and Chen Yuzhu brought the mid-stage second-level Mo Jiao back to the Chen family's second-level lower-grade spiritual vein with great fanfare. They established a new head of the family, arranged everything, and then quietly left in the starry night a few days later.

The immortal cultivation families in Baisha River, such as the Lu family and the Zhao family, were unaware of this and thought that the black dragon had already stayed and became the clan's spiritual beast in the Chen family.

Therefore, any immortal cultivation family that dares to covet the Chen family's spiritual vein must first consider whether they can touch that extremely ferocious second-stage mid-stage spiritual beast.

Chaos Sect, Qiongbi Peak.

Chen Weimo and Chen Yuzhu took advantage of the night before dawn and quietly returned to Lingtian Courtyard No. 77.

"Uncle!"

Chen Weimo smiled, patted the spirit beast bag, and returned Xiao Heizi.

"Are you back?"

Ning Daoran was holding a cup of spiritual tea in the living room and asked with a smile, "How is the matter of the Chen family in Baishajiang being handled?"

"Everything went well. The spiritual vein has been recaptured. Mo Jiao made the greatest contribution in this battle. Thank you, uncle!" Chen Weimo responded with a smile.

Chen Yuzhu also bowed and said, "Thank you very much, sir. You have helped my Chen family to rebuild."

"Okay, stop talking."

Ning Daoran waved his hand and said, "I know nothing about this matter. You two should stop mentioning it."

"yes!"

Chen Weimo and Chen Yuzhu smiled and nodded. They changed out of their long skirts for going out and started to make breakfast.

Ning Daoran put his hands behind his back and flew to the backyard.

After he was promoted to the foundation-building stage, he formed a habit of never walking if he could fly, as this made him more like a foundation-building ancestor.

"Little Blackie."

Beside the fish pond, Ning Daoran stomped his feet lightly.

“Squeak~~~”

The black dragon hurriedly swam forward, and coiled in front of Ning Daoran, with its head lowered, looking extremely obedient.

"snort!"

Ning Daoran narrowed his eyes and smiled, "You have shown a lot of murderous intent this time, devouring the blood, flesh and essence of so many cultivators in one breath. Could it be that the evil dragon in your heart has also risen?"

“Squeak—”

Xiao Heizi was shocked, his pupils shrank rapidly, and a feeling of great terror enveloped his heart.

Ning Daoran floated up and knocked on Xiao Heizi's solid head three times with the back of his fingers, saying: "This killing is to avenge Chen Weimo's family. It will not happen again next time."

“Squeak~~~”

After Xiao Heizi realized that Ning Daoran had no intention of killing him, he immediately showed a gentle expression, tilted his head and used his brain to nudge Ning Daoran like a big stupid deer.

"Go back and continue your practice."

Suddenly, Xiao Heizi quickly dived into the water, 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 looked up at the sky. It was good as it was. If Grandma Yuncui was still alive, she would probably be very pleased to see this.

As for the future of the Chen family, it depends on whether Chen Yuzhu has the blessing of building a foundation.

If she builds her foundation, the Chen family will still be a foundation-building family in the future, otherwise it is hard to say.

…

On the top of Qiongbi Peak, Ning Daoran and Dabenlu practiced tirelessly.

Time flies, and two years have passed in the blink of an eye.

This year, Ning Daoran was 105 years old. Although he still looked young, he had already begun to call himself "old man" all the time.

At this moment, he finally regained the familiar feeling.

At a certain moment, he felt that he had reached a bottleneck and seemed to be only one step away from the late stage of foundation building.

Don't be in a hurry, take your time, the foundation of cultivation must be accumulated slowly.

It is so difficult to break through the ninth level of spiritual roots. It requires great patience and waiting. Fortunately, he has a long life and can definitely wait.

However, at this time, a piece of news came that Lin Sheng had been promoted to the middle stage of foundation building! Lin Sheng had an eighth-grade spiritual root, which was not much better than Ning Daoran, but Lin Sheng never slacked off in his cultivation, so it was not surprising that he could be promoted to the middle stage of foundation building.

Although he had reached the middle stage of foundation building at the age of 115 and his hope of forming a golden core was quite slim, it was still worth celebrating.

Two days later, Lin Sheng held a banquet in the cave to celebrate his advancement to the middle stage of foundation building.

Ning Daoran brought the big stupid deer to congratulate them and gave each of them a small gift.

However, he discovered 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 everyone knows, Lin Sheng practices Pure Yang and is still a Yuan Yang body.

Therefore, those descendants were all the offspring 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 a little dazed. Even Senior Brother Lin Sheng had already started making arrangements for his afterlife?

After attending the banquet, he was filled with sighs.

It seems that Senior Brother Lin Sheng has already convinced himself that he has no hope of forming a pill and no longer holds out any hope for it.

…

A few days later.

News came from the No. 80 spiritual field on Qiongbi Peak that Qin Xiang had passed away.

Qin Xiang had been diligently growing spiritual rice for decades. The news of his death made Ning Daoran and Dabenlu sad for a long time. Finally, he decided to see Qin Xiang for the last time as the master of the peak.

In the early morning, the sky was shrouded in mist.

In the Lingtian courtyard, more than a dozen members of the Qin family were wearing mourning clothes and crying.

Qin Xiang's body was lying in a coffin, which was placed under a jujube tree in the courtyard.

Some dates fell and hit the coffin lid with a popping sound.

"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 crying.

"Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Qin and I are old friends, Ning will not embarrass you."

Ning Daoran looked at them and asked, "Are all the Qin family members here?"

"Exactly."

A middle-aged man knelt down and said, "It's all here..."

Ning Daoran's eyes looked around and finally fell on a girl in white. She actually had an eighth-grade spiritual root! Perhaps because she was too young and had not yet been sent to the sect for spiritual root testing, the people of the Qin family did not know about it.

"May I have your name?"

"My name is Qin Wenyao..."

"good."

Ning Daoran said, "From now on, Qin Wenyao will also practice with Chen Weimo, and pass on the Evergreen Art and the Rain-Transforming Art to you. It's up to you to decide how far you can go in the end. As for the No. 80 spiritual field, it will be passed on to Qin Wenyao, and your family can take care of it on your behalf."

"Thank you, Peak Master. Thank you, Peak Master!"

Qin Wenyao's parents kowtowed repeatedly.

Ning Daoran nodded: "Give Fellow Daoist Qin a good burial. You should abide by your duties in the future and not overstep your authority."

"Yes, Peak Master!"

After Ning Daoran and Dabenlu left, the Qin family had both joy and sorrow. They were happy that they were not expelled from Qiongbi Peak like the Ma family, but they were sad because of Qin Xiang's death. The pillar of the family suddenly collapsed.

…

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

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 her the Changqing Jue in person.

Not long after, a staggering figure came to the courtyard of No. 77 and stood in the wind. He looked like an old man, and it seemed as if his life would be blown out by the wind at any time.

This person is Huangshan, the owner of Spiritual Field No. 81.

"Huangshan, please see the peak master..." He shouted softly outside.

With a rustling sound, the small cloud and mist dissipated.

Ning Daoran, dressed in a green robe and still looking like a teenager, came out with the white deer.

He could tell at a glance that Huang Shan's life was coming to an end and he would die in a day or two.

Actually, Huang Shan and Ning Daoran are of similar age, and have indeed reached the lifespan limit of a Qi Refining cultivator.

"Friend Huang."

Ning Daoran clasped his fists and said, "Please come to the living room for tea."

"Thank you, Peak Master..."

Huang Shan said respectfully: "But... I don't want to drink tea. If the Peak Master is free, why don't you go sit under the big banyan tree for a while? Huang Shan has some last words to say..."

"Okay, I'll listen to you, fellow Taoist."

Under the banyan tree, there was a large stone slab on which Ning Daoran and Huangshan sat.

On the side, Bai Lu was holding it diagonally, looking lazy.

"Peak Master."

Huang Shan looked up at the big banyan tree and said with a smile, "Back then, you and I, as well as fellow Taoists Xin Yan and Zhong Yan, as well as Grandma and Xiao Weimo, loved chatting and joking here the most."

“Ah~~”

On the side, the big stupid deer looked up and called out.

Huang Shan burst out laughing: "Yes, yes, and there is also Fellow Daoist Lu."

The big stupid deer was satisfied. He narrowed his eyes again and looked lazy.

"well……"

Huang Shan sighed and said, "Eighty years have passed in the blink of an eye..."

"Time is like this, and it cannot be reversed by human power."

Ning Daoran looked at the rice fields in the distance, his eyes revealing tranquility and indifference. In terms of state of mind, he didn't know how much better it was than Huangshan's.

“What a pity…”

Huang Shan leaned against the big stone slab and smiled bitterly: "I have practiced for my whole life, but I still can't break through to the late stage of Qi Refining. I have been doing nothing and have achieved nothing...

I have practiced Changchun Kungfu for eighty years, but I still only have this shallow attainment. It is ridiculous to think about it.”

There was a look of regret in his eyes: "Our generation will all die eventually. Only Brother Ning will live forever on the immortal path. Only you can see the more distant scenery on the immortal path for us."

Ning Daoran remained silent, feeling complicated.

"Fellow Daoist Ning, what do you think the road to immortality will look like? Is the foundation-building stage really as beautiful as they describe?" Huang Shan suddenly asked.

"nature."

Ning Daoran said: "The scenery of Changsheng is naturally beautiful, although I can only see some of the edges."

“I see…”

Huang Shan smiled, with a look of longing in his eyes, and said, "That's great..."

The two chatted about the past for a while.

Not long after, Huang Shan couldn't stop coughing and returned to Lingtian Courtyard No. 81.

…

That night.

Huang Shan's great-great-grandson, Huang Yu, came in mourning clothes to report the death, saying that Huang Shan had passed away in the middle of the night.

Ning Daoran was deeply moved.

Eighty years ago, a group of spiritual farmers chatted on the big stone slab under the banyan tree, but now I am the only one left.

Old Lu, Xin Yan, Zhong Yan, Qin Xiang, Huang Shan, and Grandma Yun Cui, these familiar figures have all been lost in time.

He couldn't help but feel a little nostalgic. At the end of this journey of immortality, it was really lonely.

“Ah~~~”

On the side, the big stupid deer gently nudged 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 Huang Shan and possessed a low-grade spiritual root. Under Huang Shan's encouragement, he had already drawn Qi into his body and had even cultivated the Huayu Jue to the second level.

It is also a sacred body for farming.

"From now on, you will be responsible for cultivating Spiritual Field No. 81."

Ning Daoran said: "But remember one thing, that spiritual field is only this big, it can't support such a large family.

You should separate unnecessary relatives at an appropriate time and let them live in the secular world, leaving only those who can help you take care of the spiritual fields, so as not to disrupt your own cultivation."

"yes!"

Huang Yu immediately kowtowed and said, "Peak Master, Huang Yu has kept your words in mind."

"Go ahead."

…

A few months later.

Qiongbi Peak returned to peace, and the deaths of Qin Xiang and Huang Shan seemed to be quickly forgotten.

Some people come and some people go, the laws of nature keep turning, and the fate of mankind seems to be like the grains of rice under a millstone, and will be crushed in the end.

The so-called cultivation of immortality is probably just to jump out of the shackles of this world and become a grain that flies out of a stone mill.

(End of this chapter)