Everyone in the cultivation world: "..."
Jiang Yue's father, as an elder of the Shangxian Sect, was only at the level of a distraction, but Ji Chen advanced two levels in a hundred years and became a fusion true monarch.
For a cultivator, advancing in cultivation is as difficult as climbing to heaven, but for Ji, it is as easy as drinking water.
At first everyone was jealous, but later they could only look up to him.
Everyone speculated that perhaps in less than a thousand years, Ji Chen would be able to transcend the tribulation and ascend to heaven.
There are many people with bad intentions among them. They thought to themselves, when Ji Chen ascends to become an immortal, we will see how you, Jiang Yue, will survive in the world of cultivation without someone to protect you.
However, the fact is that Jiang Yue lived a carefree and happy life until her death.
Ji Chen spent nearly ten thousand years in the world of cultivation. It was not until Jiang Yue's lifespan was exhausted and he passed away at the Lotus Peak of the Upper Immortal Sect that he stepped onto the immortal ladder and entered the golden gate.
"So, did Fairy Jiang and Grandmaster Gong end up together?"
"No, a girl's love may be eternal, or it may change overnight."
"Fairy Jiang pursued Master Gong for nearly a thousand years. One day, while walking in the mortal world, she met a scholar. From then on, her heart fell in love with him and remained loyal to him until death."
The valleys are full of orchids and there are mosses growing on the steep cliffs.
On the observation deck, a young disciple with drooping hair looked at the old man with white beard and asked, "Master, why is Patriarch Ji so kind to Fairy Jiang? Is he in love with her?"
The old Taoist stroked his beard and looked into the distance: "No, just guarding."
White clouds drifted slowly, and a gust of wind blew, lifting the old Taoist's robe. The word "Jade" was deeply inscribed on the hem. He lay down and took a sip of wine: "When you enter the Jade Palace one day, you will know."
The young disciple was confused and naive, but he said loudly: "Master, I will definitely practice hard and strive to ascend to immortality as soon as possible!"
A hundred years later, the old Taoist ascended to heaven.
There is no time in cultivating immortals. Thousands of years later, the door of Yuqing Palace opened again.
The young monk, carrying a heavy sword on his back, walked into the hall step by step, looking around. Suddenly, his gaze stopped: bamboo leaves fell one after another, and a woman in green clothes snuggled in the man's arms, looking back.
The palace is majestic, with a huge painting hanging on the wall.
With just a few strokes, although the eyes were not drawn, the charm of the two people was vividly depicted, especially the smiles at the corners of their mouths, which were exactly the same.
The young monk suddenly understood.
Once he went out of the door, he never let go of his sword. A hundred years later: golden light descended from the sky and opened the gate of heaven.
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