Chapter 33: The green mountains are still there, looking back is the old friend



Lu Hen Ge is the Holy Son of the Three Thousand Dao Sect. On the surface, he seems to be in great glory and is praised by people wherever he goes.

But in reality.

In the eyes of those people at Qingyun Peak, Lu Hen Ge was just a tool to provide cultivation resources.

Qiu Liu was able to reach the Golden Core stage of cultivation because Lu Hen Ge used precious pills to help him achieve this.

Even Ye Feng, who had just joined the sect, benefited a lot from Lu Hen Ge.

Refining elixirs is time-consuming and laborious.

If ordinary cultivators want an alchemist to help them make pills, they need to act like a grandson and put on a smile, and also offer a lot of benefits as a reward.

When the two ungrateful people on Qingyun Peak asked Lu Henge for the elixir, they showed no respect at all and just thought it was their due.

If Lu Hen Ge showed any impatience, Lu Sheng would scold him.

The Son.

Senior brother.

These titles made Lu Hen Ge feel suffocated.

Now, take off the burden and get rid of the shackles of various identities.

For Lu Hen Ge, it was a good thing.

"The devil's way is also one of the three thousand great ways."

“People are divided into good and evil.”

“But the Tao does not distinguish between right and wrong.”

Yao Fan patted Lu Henge's shoulder and swiped his storage ring, revealing two jars of fine wine on the ground. "It's a rare opportunity to take a break from your busy schedule and enjoy yourself with a drink."

Lu Hen Ge grinned: "Then I won't be polite."

Even the sect leader couldn't drink Yao Fan's treasured wine, but Lu Hen Ge did.

You know.

The fine wines in Yaofan’s collection are all very nutritious.

Lu Hen Ge opened the lid of the wine and started drinking.

It tastes hot.

Smooth on the throat.

Grill the lower abdomen.

Then it turned into a gentle force that spread throughout the body.

Good wine!

Although Lu Hen Ge couldn't sing what the wine was made of, it tasted spicy with a hint of sweetness, so it should be some kind of sweet spiritual fruit.

An old man and a young boy were eating meat and drinking happily.

Not long after.

Lu Hen Ge was already a little drunk.

Yao Fan's eyes were cloudy and he sighed. He had great hopes for Lu Hen Ge, but they were not hopes for cultivation, but for alchemy.

Lu Hen Ge's talent in alchemy is even better than his.

In time!

Lu Hen Ge will definitely be able to break through to the eighth level and become the only ninth-level alchemist in this world.

He has always believed in this.

But unfortunately.

He seemed unable to see that scene.

For an alchemist, it is a great sorrow to watch his life coming to an end without being able to find any way to prolong it.

"Kid."

"I'll teach you a lesson."

Yao Fan was not drunk at all and was very sober.

Lu Hen Ge leaned on the edge of the rocking chair and hummed.

"If someone asks you to refine an elixir for longevity in the future, don't do it." Yao Fan seemed to remember some past events, and painful memories flooded into his heart.

"Why?" Lu Hen Ge was puzzled.

Yao Fan took a sip of wine.

“It’s addictive.”

Addicted?

Lu Hen Ge straightened up and looked at Yao Fan, feeling that there was some other deeper meaning in his words.

However, Yao Fan did not intend to continue this topic. Instead, he took off the storage ring in his hand and handed it to Lu Hen Ge.

Lu Hen Ge didn't answer.

This is Yao Fan’s storage ring, which contains countless medicinal herbs and treasures.

A huge amount of wealth fell on Lu Hen Ge's head, but Lu Hen Ge did not feel a trace of joy in his heart.

"Don't like it?"

Yao Fan asked with a smile.

Lu Hen Ge sobered up, his eyes complicated: "Is it really going to come to that?"

Yao Fan threw the storage ring into Lu Henge's arms, his eyes filled with relief. "Everyone will die. Cultivators spend their entire lives pursuing immortality, but in the end, they still can't escape their human nature. Those in the Fusion Stage will die, and so will those in the Mahayana Stage. It's just that the length of their lives differs."

"I've lived for tens of thousands of years and witnessed countless changes, separations, and deaths. I have no major regrets. If I do have a regret, it's probably that I won't be able to continue to take care of you."

Yao Fan lived for tens of thousands of years.

And Lu Hen Ge was only in his twenties.

For a monk, twenty years passed in the blink of an eye and he felt nothing at all.

The longer some people live, the less they care about life and death.

The longer some people live, the more they fear life and death.

And medicine belongs to the former.

No matter how long you live, you will only see the scenery of this world over and over again. The only difference is that the people in the scenery will change one after another.

Yao Fan looked at Lu Henge, his eyes filled with relief and solemnity. "Boy, don't be too obsessed with becoming an immortal. Just go with the flow. If you're tired, just like you said, return to the secular world, marry a few beautiful wives, and live a carefree life."

Finished.

Yao Fan stood up.

Floating in the breeze.

This old man, who is over ten thousand years old, has a more carefree air.

only.

In Lu Hen Ge's eyes, the deathly aura on Yao Fan became increasingly dense, almost enveloping his entire body, and even his facial features could not be seen clearly.

"You want to leave?"

Lu Hen Ge asked.

Yao Fan didn't look back, but strode forward: "Let's go back to my hometown. If nothing unexpected happens, I will be buried there."

The green mountains are still there that year, and when I look back, they are old friends.

When people get old, they always want to visit old places.

After Yao Fan became the master of the Alchemy Palace of the Three Thousand Dao Sect, he almost never left the Three Thousand Dao Sect. On the one hand, the sect master had done him a favor, and he wanted to stay in the Three Thousand Dao Sect to make elixirs to repay him. On the other hand, ten thousand years had passed, and the hometown in his memory had completely changed, and it would be unfamiliar if he went back.

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