"Little brother." The old man grabbed the middle-aged man's hand, smiled and said, "It's been fifty years. How is the painting you wanted to give me?"
"Brother, why bother with painting at this time? Come up the mountain with me. You are only 600 years old. There must be a way to save you. I will let Yi'er extend your life."
Li Xingguo looked anxious. All the self-cultivation he had accumulated over the years was gone at this moment. He was like an ordinary person facing the critical illness of his relative.
Cultivation is a very cruel thing, and he is facing the cruelest journey of a short-lived person seeking immortality.
The longer a monk lives, the less ruthless he will become. On the contrary, if his relatives are still alive, he will be more sentimental and cherish them more than ordinary people. But separation and death often do not go as one wishes.
Li Xingguo was about to move, but was stopped by Li Xinglong the next moment. He clenched his hands with little strength, and looked extremely skinny, with a look of the five signs of decline.
"That's enough." Li Xinglong smiled and shook his head. "I've lived long enough. In these six hundred years, I've seen off countless descendants."
Li Xingguo advised: "The Nascent Soul still has a thousand years left, and I have only lived for six hundred years. I still feel that it is not enough. Why do you want to go first?"
"I'm not cut out for cultivation, you know. In the past six hundred years, I've spent less than a hundred years cultivating. In fact, I've spent many more years cultivating than you, so many that I can't even remember them all."
Li Xinglong looked at the ceiling with a bit of confusion in his eyes. He tried hard to recall the past, but all he saw were a few blurry figures.
His parents and his hometown were only left with shadows.
"Little brother, what are our parents' names?"
These words carry with them endless doubts and hesitations. A person's spirit has its limits, and a person's memory has a shelf life.
Cultivation is like rowing against the current, if you don’t make progress you will actually regress.
Retreat does not refer to the regression of cultivation, but all things that exist within oneself. If you do not want to disappear, you can only continue to practice and keep moving forward.
Li Xinglong did not have the talent and perseverance to practice cultivation. All his cultivation was built up by pills. In essence, he was still a mortal, a mortal who had lived for six hundred years.
"." Li Xingguo opened his mouth slightly. At this moment, even if he had a thousand words of advice, it was difficult to say them out. He closed his mouth and clenched his teeth. In just a moment, he seemed to let go of all his worries.
He replied calmly:
"Li Dezhong, Luo Qinying."
"So my parents are Li Dezhong and Luo Qinying. What do they look like?"
"They were two farmers with dark skin and calloused hands. They saved money to send us to school."
"They must love us, then?"
"They love you very much, but not me that much. You are the eldest son, and I am the second son. They would leave the best for you. Even though I had better grades than you, they let you go to college and let me go out into society. Fortunately, I caught up with the policy. The requirements for rural teachers in backward areas were not high at that time."
“.”
Li Xinglong was silent for a long time. He could no longer remember what happened, but he still said sincerely, "Brother, I'm sorry."
"It's okay, I don't blame my eldest brother." Li Xingguo shook his head, "I've let it go long ago. It was normal to favor the eldest son in that era. It can't be said that my parents didn't love me and were just a little partial. Besides, my eldest brother treated me well."
The two brothers could not be said to be close, but they were worthy of the identity of brothers. The eldest brother had given him a lot of help, and he had paid for his son's medical expenses in the early days.
But later, the friendship ran out. After supporting a nephew who had become a vegetable for three years, I gave up when I saw there was no hope.
Li Xingguo didn't blame him. After all, his eldest brother also had a family at that time, and some things were beyond his control. Apart from his parents, there were very few people who helped him unconditionally, and even fewer who had no bottom line.
"So, brother, don't die, okay?"
“.”
Li Xinglong did not answer, but just stared at the ceiling with a dull expression, as if his soul had already gone to reincarnation.
Outside the door stood the Yamas of Fengdu, who were invisible to the naked eye. They saw a soul about to leave the body, but they did not take the soul away as usual.
When the spirits of these powerful people die, some of them will not disappear directly, but will be scattered. These scattered souls and spirits may disappear completely over time, or they may be invaded by the Yin Qi and become ghosts.
Therefore, Fengdu needs to carry out recycling.
In fact, this should be the job of the Judge and the City God, but this time all the Ten Kings of Hell came.
As for the soul of this young Jindan cultivator, the Yamas simply stuffed it back silently and even used the power of Fengdu to maintain it.
Until the immortal arrives, reincarnation will not end.
This is the order of His Majesty the Wheel of Reincarnation. Even if the Lord of the Underworld comes today, he has to wait here.
Suddenly, there was a roar in the sky, and the wind and clouds for hundreds of miles were stirred.
A powerful monk descended, and three figures appeared in the sky above the cold water, not disguising their divine aura. This attracted the monks from the City Management Division of the Immortal Palace who were guarding the place to drive a flying boat closer, and after confirming the identities of the few people, they left.
According to the rules and regulations, strong people above the Nascent Soul stage will be punished if they deliberately leak their aura in densely populated areas.
But the situation here is a little special.
One of the old men with a ruddy complexion landed and entered the house with two cultivators who were also at the Divine Transformation level.
The two brothers of the Li family were stunned, and then they said in unison: "Second Uncle."
The leader was none other than the second uncle who had disappeared for many years. When Li Yi returned to Hanshui about ten years ago, he said he wanted to go out for training, and he was gone for six hundred years.
Now he has become a god.
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