The next day.

Several beams of light shot out from the Linxiandao Palace and landed at the foot of the mountain.

Yao Mengji stood at the foot of the mountain, looked up at the mountain, and said, "You don't have to follow me. Since we are saying goodbye, I will go alone."

"Master, we will wait for you here."

Qin Manyun gritted his teeth and said with a little hope, "I think the master is easy to talk to. Maybe he will be willing to help you when he sees that you are diligent and sincere."

"I hope so." Yao Mengji laughed and set foot on the mountain road.

He did not say anything to hit Qin Manyun. In fact, he knew in his heart that it was too difficult to ask the master for help, almost impossible.

Since the master lived in the world as a mortal, how could he make an exception for such an insignificant person like himself?

Unless he uses his great magical powers, who can help him in this kind of natural disaster?

"Rustle."

He walked up the mountain step by step, his feet stepping on the leaves, making crisp sounds.

It was autumn, the time when all things withered, and the fallen leaves were floating down from the trees, just like Yao Mengji's heart, sad and desolate.

He couldn't help but feel a little sour in his heart. He never thought that he would step on this mountain again in this state.

I'm afraid... this is the last time he will come here.

His footsteps seemed extremely heavy, like an old man in his twilight years, and every step was accompanied by deep memories.

The path that he could usually walk to the end quickly seemed particularly long today.

After an unknown amount of time, the familiar courtyard finally came into his sight.

"I hope the master will really save me."

Although he knew it was impossible, Yao Mengji couldn't help but feel a little hope in his heart. No one wants to die, let alone him! He

walked forward slowly. He raised his hand and knocked on the door

.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

Yao Mengji's hoarse voice came, "Excuse me, is Mr. Li at home?"

"The door is open, just push the door and come in." Li Nianfan's voice came from inside.

"Squeak."

Yao Mengji pushed the door open and said to Li Nianfan respectfully, "Mr. Li, I'm sorry to bother you with my intrusive visit today."

"It turns out to be Mr. Yao. I haven't seen you for a long time." Li Nianfan looked up at Yao Mengji, but his brows suddenly frowned. He hadn't seen him for a while. How could this old man change so much?

In the past, although he was old, his face was ruddy and shiny, and he was full of vigor and vitality. He was definitely a graceful and spirited old man. Now, why does he feel like he is entering old age?

He couldn't help but say, "Old Yao, what are you doing..."

"Oh, it's hard to put it into words." Yao Mengji sighed, "This is probably the last time I will visit Master Li."

Li Nianfan's movements paused slightly, and he looked at Yao Mengji in surprise.

Combined with the changes in Old Yao, he naturally heard the hidden meaning of Old Yao's words.

He wanted to say something comforting, but he didn't know where to start.

If nothing unexpected happened, Old Yao must have become like this because of the immortal cultivation. Generally speaking, immortal cultivators are more sensitive to their own life and death. If

Elder Yao was like this, he was either going to fight to the death or his end was near.

Seeing Elder Yao had lost his will to fight, the latter was more likely.

He was fine not long ago, why did he leave so suddenly?

Li Nianfan didn't understand, so naturally he couldn't comfort him.

After a moment's hesitation, he said, "Mr. Yao, be more open-minded about everything. Maybe things will turn around."

"Then I'll take your words of good fortune, Mr. Li."

Yao Mengji forced a smile and asked curiously, "What is Mr. Li doing?"

Li Nianfan said casually, "I'm preparing to make a lightning rod. It's just a small gadget."

"Lightning rod?" Yao Mengji was slightly stunned and asked in surprise, "Can it avoid lightning?"

He stared blankly at the long iron needle in Li Nianfan's hand, shocked in his heart. Could it be that Mr. Li was making some kind of awesome magic weapon?

However, he looked left and right and didn't sense any spiritual power in this magic weapon.

"It's just that there have been too many thunderstorms recently, so I thought of doing this."

Li Nianfan explained: "The tip of the lightning rod is sharp, so when static electricity is induced, the tip of the conductor will gather the most charge. Therefore, the air between the lightning rod and the cloud layer can easily become a conductor, forming a path between the two, and the lightning rod is grounded, so it can conduct the charge on the cloud layer into the ground, thereby preventing the house from being damaged."

Yao Mengji looked confused, he wanted to say "so that's it", but he opened his mouth and couldn't say it.

Except for the last sentence to prevent the house from being damaged, he understood it, and the previous words together were completely incomprehensible.

Li Nianfan laughed and put the lightning rod aside. "Don't take it to heart, Mr. Yao. Just treat it as nonsense. This thing is actually not worth mentioning. It is not comparable to your cultivation of immortals."

"Hurry up and sit down, Xiaobai, pour tea for Mr. Yao!"

"Patta, pat!"

Xiaobai immediately came over with a cup of tea in his hand and said politely, "Mr. Yao, please have some tea."

"Thank you."

Yao Mengji took the tea from Xiaobai's hand. If it were normal, he would definitely be so excited that his old face would turn red, and he would be happy for this good fortune.

But now, he was simple and unsurprised in his heart. What is all good fortune in the face of death? Maybe this is the great enlightenment.

As a dying person, what qualifications do I have to waste such good tea?

Yao Mengji put down his teacup, stood up and said, "Mr. Li, you don't have to drink the tea. Actually, I'm here mainly to resign, and it's time to go."

"Mr. Yao, what are you talking about? Hurry up and sit back. You have to drink this tea! You have to eat the meal!"

Li Nianfan said directly, "No matter what happened, your attitude is definitely not okay! As the saying goes, you should enjoy life to the fullest. Why think so much? You must stay. You want to leave? You have to let me spoil you!"

"You should enjoy life to the fullest?"

Yao Mengji's cloudy eyes lit up slightly, and he finally recovered a little spirit.

He chewed on this sentence repeatedly.

The master is indeed a master. Every word he says is like a wake-up call, which makes people comprehend the endless truth. No wonder he can cultivate to this level. He is really a role model for our generation!

He sat back down again. "Mr. Li is right. Every word is really precious. I am grateful for your teaching."

Li Nianfan laughed. "That's right. At least you are still alive. As long as you are not dead, everything is possible."

"That's right. Then I, Yao, will have the audacity to eat for free!" Yao Mengji cheered up a little and spoke.

Li Nianfan said, "Then you will have a good meal today. Xiaobai, prepare a hard dish for Mr. Yao, namely fish head and tofu soup!"

"Yes, Master." Xiaobai nodded.

Yao Mengji showed a complicated expression on his face. I am just a dying ant. How can I be treated like this by the master?

Not only was he willing to humble himself and enlighten me, he also gave me delicious food.

He was really good to me!