Li Nianfan looked at him and couldn't bear to see him go astray, so he said, "The sun rises and the moon sets, and people grow old, get

sick and die. These are the laws of the world. If you don't even understand the real world, how can you pursue your own path?" "Ten years can show the coming and going of spring and autumn, a hundred years can show birth, old age, sickness and death, a thousand years can show the change of dynasties, and ten thousand years can show the movement of the stars. How can these be understood overnight? If a mortal uses a day's vision to peek into the world of millions of years, it is no different from trying to catch the moon in a well."

The scholar's whole body trembled, and the expression on his face kept changing, sometimes excited, sometimes confused.

Li Nianfan didn't care about him anymore, but walked back to the mountain.

I can only help him here. Whether he can figure it out depends on himself.

Although immortality is a dream for everyone, it is not worth it if you go crazy for it. It's better for people to face reality.

After returning to his residence, Li Nianfan threw two big carps to Xiaobai, told him the dishes for today, and then quietly enjoyed his lunch alone.

At this time, thousands of miles away, an old man with gray hair and a young man were rushing to the Wanjian Immortal Sect.

They were also sword cultivators who flew with swords.

Along the way, the old man sighed and sighed, with a look of sorrow in his eyes.

The young man finally couldn't help but asked, "Master, the Ten Thousand Swords Sect may no longer exist. Why should we go there?"

The old man sighed and said, "Chong'er, we cultivators go against the will of heaven. We seem to be detached from the mortal world, but in fact, there are crises everywhere. If one day we are faced with a life-or-death dilemma, I'm afraid there won't even be anyone to collect the bodies." "Bai

Wuchen and I are both sword cultivators. We have been fighting each other for a hundred years. I am the only one who will help that old guy collect the bodies."

"Master, what if we encounter the sword demon?" the young man worriedly asked.

The old man said nonchalantly: "If we meet, we meet. I don't have many years left to live anyway. You can just run away when the time comes. I will buy you some time."

His eyes were somewhat dim, with a hint of world-weariness.

How brilliant the sword cultivators were five years ago, but they were almost wiped out by the sword demon in the blink of an eye. I am old and my strength is not as good as before. I am not in the eyes of the sword demon at all, otherwise I would have died long ago.

With Bai Wuchen's stubborn temper, he would definitely not run away. Now his body is 80% cold.

The two of them drew a long rainbow in the air and soon arrived at the territory of the Ten Thousand Swords Immortal Sect.

At this moment, the old man seemed to have sensed something and looked into the distant void.

Three long rainbows came from far away and arrived in the blink of an eye.

It was Bai Wuchen and his two companions who had just returned home after listening to Li Nianfan's story.

Seeing the old man, Bai Wuchen was slightly stunned, "Old Zhao, why are you here?"

Old Zhao was also stunned for a moment, glared at Bai Wuchen and said, "Bai Wuchen, why are you not dead? I was going to come over to collect your body!"

But Bai Wuchen was not angry at all, and smiled slightly, "Hahaha, you are already old, I must be following you, just to collect your body."

"Huh." Old Zhao did not refute, and asked curiously: "Didn't the Sword Demon challenge you? You hid?"

"I would hide? Old Zhao, who are you looking down on?" Bai Wuchen blew his beard and glared, then the corners of his mouth raised a hint of teasing arc, slightly releasing a little of his own breath.

Old man Zhao's whole body trembled, his pupils suddenly widened, and he was shocked: "You, you have entered the realm of enlightenment?"

Bai Wuchen did not say anything, but closed his eyes proudly.

"How did you break through? This doesn't make sense! I'm no worse than you!" Old man Zhao kept looking at Bai Wuchen and said sourly.

"There's no way, I just broke through." Bai Wuchen said proudly.

Old man Zhao's face became a little unnatural, and he bowed his hands dejectedly and said: "Congratulations, Senior Bai."

His voice was full of bitterness. Originally starting from the same starting line, he suddenly found that his friend had surpassed him by a long way. This feeling was really uncomfortable.

"Old man Zhao, we have been friends for hundreds of years. It's weird to call me senior. We are still the same as before." Bai Wuchen said hurriedly.

Old man Zhao insisted, "In the world of immortal cultivation, strength is respected. I will not be embarrassed if I call you a senior."

Bai Wuchen looked at old man Zhao and sighed in his heart.

With old man Zhao's temper, he would not care about himself even if he became an immortal, let alone break through to the level of the Outer World.

But now he bowed to himself for one reason.

I am afraid that his life span is not much.

I hope Bai Wuchen will look after his disciples in the future.

Immortal cultivators pursue immortality, but how many people can achieve immortality in the end?

The life span of the foundation-building period is 200 years, the golden elixir period is 400 years, the primordial infant period is 800 years, and the Outer World is 1,600 years. By analogy, only after surviving the three disasters and nine tribulations and becoming an immortal can one achieve immortality.

It's difficult, harder than climbing to the sky.

I'm afraid that the remaining life span of old man Zhao will not exceed fifty years.

Bai Wuchen saw through old man Zhao's mind at a glance, and he sighed inwardly when he saw his old friend like this.

He pondered for a moment, and finally wanted to help his old friend, and said: "Even if I break through to the level of the master, do you think I can be a match for the sword demon?"

Old man Zhao frowned slightly, not understanding what Bai Wuchen meant.

Bai Wuchen said in a serious tone: "In fact, the reason why I was able to break through was because I received guidance from a master, and the sword demon was also killed by that master!"

"What?!"

Old man Zhao's voice became sharp, and his face was full of disbelief.

The young man behind him also changed his expression, as if he had heard the most incredible thing in the world.

How powerful must this master be to be able to break through from the Yuanying realm to the Chuhui realm?

Old man Zhao said hurriedly: "Are you kidding me? This must be the method of an immortal."

"In fact, I think the other party is far from being just an immortal." Bai Wuchen's tone was full of awe, and then he told his experience again.

And the old man Zhao's expression kept changing, from shock, to awe, and then to stagnation.

A purifier that produces spiritual energy, a filter that produces spiritual water.

A painting with sword meaning, the key is that it is just a draft.

A jade pendant with the will of the phoenix, blowing it will turn the sword demon into ashes.

White rice porridge with the rhythm of Tao.

These sounded like fairy tales.

Until Bai Wuchen began to marvel at the story told by Li Nianfan, the old man Zhao's face suddenly sank.

"Bai Wuchen, I admit that you are stronger than me, but that is not a reason for you to play tricks on me!" Old man Zhao said in a bad tone: "You are just telling me a story, right? You are teasing me!"

Bai Wuchen smiled bitterly and said: "Old man Zhao, I am really not lying to you. You will know when you go to listen to the story with me tomorrow."

Don't talk about old man Zhao. In fact, he felt a little dreamy when he told it himself. These things are really too incredible. If you don't see it with your own eyes, no one will believe it.

"Go with you to listen to stories? Do you think I'm a three-year-old child?" Old man Zhao was furious and his face turned red.

I am an old man who is about to die, and you asked me to listen to stories with a bunch of children. Isn't this insulting?