Song Er's figure stopped in mid-air and watched the retreating immortal cultivators on the opposite side go away.
"Feng Tian, are you okay?"
"Thank you, Master. I didn't expect that I would still have to accept your kindness as a human being in my second life. If there is another life, I, Old Feng, will make oxen and horses to repay you." Feng Tian, a rough man, now looks like a man in his twenties. The young man, who was not yet thirty, bowed deeply to Song Er who fell from the sky.
At this moment, an ordinary-looking woman beside him was still trembling. Feng Tian lovingly held her in his arms and comforted her: "Qing'er, don't be afraid! As long as the young master is here, everything will be fine."
Song Er really couldn't believe that the ruthless Feng Tian in the abandoned land was willing to give up everything and hide in this remote place, willing to be an indifferent farmer and accompany a man who looked ordinary no matter how he looked. Women live a life where men farm and women weave.
If he hadn't happened to come to kill the spirit beast and encountered it, the couple would have been covered in blood and their heads would be missing. And the reason is so simple that it is unbelievable, just because of the spiritual beasts who cultivate the land. This stupid cow is a spiritual beast with a very gentle personality, and is usually used for transportation or carrying items. In order to make it easier for him and his wife to plow the land, Feng Tian deliberately searched for a cub that he found after a long time. Now it was only as strong as a cheetah. It was lying in a pool of blood, lifeless.
"Come with me!" Song Er really couldn't bear it. The Feng Tian in front of him had no power to fight back even once except to protect his wife. I don’t know what he went through in the abandoned land, and he didn’t even step into the threshold of cultivating immortality.
"Sir, thank you for your kindness. We are poor and don't have anything to entertain us. We still have a mouthful of hot water." Feng Tian saw that his wife was feeling a little better and asked her to go into the house and pour a bowl of hot water out. Inviting Song Er and Yan'er to sit down in the courtyard, he said: "Sir, my wife in the previous life was named Qing'er. They look exactly the same."
With this sentence, Song Er seemed to understand. His obsession with entering the abandoned land was not for immortality, but for the wishful thinking of resurrecting his wife. Perhaps the pitted black stick had a lot to do with his wife on Blue Star. But there was obviously no need for verification. Feng Tian's eyes kept following this ordinary woman carrying pots, bowls, and pouring water. It was all about love!
"What happens next?" Song Er hesitated. If Feng Tian did not cultivate immortality, according to what the saint said at the time, he would only have about two hundred years left in Blue Star.
"Qing'er has a strong body. There will be no problem in his seventies or eighties." Feng Tian didn't know Shouyuan's problem, but he also knew what Song Er was referring to. His eyes were full of happiness, "After that, I will accompany Qing'er When I get old, if the young master can still think of me, Old Feng, and come over to bury us together, I won't have any regrets."
Yan'er looked at all this curiously. From her senior brother's sudden attack to retreat from the enemy, to her current conversation with this rough man, she always felt a lot of questions, but she didn't ask a single sensible question.
Song Er looked at Feng Tian. Although Feng Tian looked very young now, this was an illusion. In reality, he already had a lot of gray hair and his face was full of wrinkles. He was sure that Feng Tian could not "die" and be buried together with his wife in the abandoned place. And the Qing'er he mentioned didn't look any older than Feng Tiannian now. If she could really live to be seventy or eighty years old, she would still be with her for about a year.
"Feng Tian, are you really not going to leave with me? You can live a stable life in another place, at least things like today will not happen again." Song Er persuaded.
Feng Tian shook his head, "Sir, thank you for your kindness. But I just want to spend my whole life with Qing'er."
Song Er sighed. Everyone's choice is different. He couldn't force it, so he said no more. He looked at Feng Tian and Qing'er. They were already married and had children before he arrived at the abandoned land, but he had no similar mentality. Including the decades of being a "pirate", he didn't even think about it. He didn't know if it was because of this skeleton or other reasons.
Song Er said no more. He stood up and walked towards the distance, "Feng Tian, it's time for me to leave. Thank you for your hospitality."
Feng Tian also stood up, "Sir, will you come back?"
Song Er looked back at Feng Tian, "Maybe I'll come back to see you. But I think you won't have any problems." He pointed at the dead spiritual beast next to Qing'er, "This stupid cow , it’s better to deal with it as soon as possible to avoid future troubles!”
"Thank you, sir, I know. Old Feng's basic knowledge is engraved in his bones, don't worry." Only at this moment did Feng Tian have a hint of the domineering spirit of the pirate leader.
Before leaving, Song Er placed a spiritual weapon at the entrance of the small courtyard. Even if Feng Tian is an ordinary person now, I believe he has not forgotten how to use it. There is also a pack of spiritual stones next to it. Although it is not a lot, it is guaranteed to be used. A hundred times.
In the end, Song Er and Yan'er left this small courtyard together. Two ordinary people could live quietly, and it was also a kind of life to help each other. The fragility and preciousness of life. When he came just now, Feng Tian was already smiling and prepared to accept the worst outcome. Song Er's arrival was an accident. After saving him, he still did not change his mind.
When a person lives his whole life, what is the origin, present and future of pursuit? Do everyone really have different understandings?
Now he is only seventeen or eighteen years old. In five years, he has gone from being "averse" to eating spirit beast meat to now having to go out to hunt by himself from time to time. His cultivation level has already surpassed that of his master Lan Kaihe. , from foundation building to spiritual awakening, now it has entered the Nascent Soul stage, which is somewhat similar to the Heshen realm of Blue Star Continent. The difference is that the Nascent Soul exists in the sea of qi, not in the sea of consciousness.
The master and elders of Yixian Sect regarded him as a rare talent that could only be seen in ten thousand years, and gave him many conveniences. He has a separate courtyard of his own. As long as he is in the sect, his junior sister will basically stay in his courtyard except for resting at night. He is often "complained" by his master, but anyone can tell that he is happy and proud of his "complaints".
The current master, Lan Kaihe, always walks with his head held high in the sect. The apprentice who was laughed at before has soared into the sky. Since he stopped being "hypocritical" and started eating spiritual beast meat, his cultivation has been making rapid progress. Master and apprentice three Song Er is almost all responsible for the supply of human spirit beasts.
Lan Kaihe shamelessly took him to visit the alchemy room. After a tour, Song Er was able to make elixirs on his own. He was a genius at refining elixirs. He has become the number one among the younger generation of disciples, and they all call him "Second Master" in private.
The second master's junior sister, Yan'er, has grown into a tall and graceful figure, but she is still in the late stage of foundation building. This is due to various support from her senior brother. Many young people in the sect were watching, but unfortunately with his senior brother as a deterrent, Yan'er had never been harassed by anyone. She was like a little follower, following her senior brother, letting the sect's The other female disciples were so cruel that their teeth itched, but there was nothing they could do.
All the details of life and interpersonal interactions feel extremely real to Song Er. In this abandoned place, he still doesn't know whether it is real or an illusion. He has tried various verification methods, but there is still no definite answer.
Feng Tian was already the third person on the Pingfeng that he had met. The first two were both crew members and were ordinary disciples in the sect. They often "violated" the rules and came to his yard to fight "Autumn Wind". Feng Tian was the only one he encountered outside the sect on the Pingfeng. people.
With the appearance of one person after another, especially Feng Tian, he was convinced that he really came from Blue Star, and everything in his memory was real, but he was not sure how they got here. He had always called it an abandoned place in his mind, but in fact it was also called Blue Star, but it didn't have the landscape of Blue Star in his memory.
If he has been pursuing the pinnacle of cultivation, will he become an immortal and ascend or return to Blue Star? It's a pity that until now, the junior sister has refused to tell him how he fell into a coma and how he woke up on the top of the mountain that day?
This made Song Er confused again, was the previous Blue Star a dream or was the current abandoned land a dream?
On the way back to Yixian Sect, Yan'er said on Song Er's back: "Senior brother, can you stay with me forever like Brother Feng stays with his wife?"
Song Er was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Senior brother will be here for as long as Yan'er wants."
Yan'er was on Song Er's back, putting her face on his shoulder, and said in words that only she could hear clearly: "Yan'er knows, but you don't know!"
"What did you say?" Song Er still heard the weak voice.
Yan'er blushed and buried her head deeply into her senior brother's shoulder, "I got it, senior brother."
This blue star is not as concentrated as the blue stars in my memory. The continent is divided into seven parts, there is no abandoned place, and the sky is not that high. It seems that there is an ascending fairyland behind the clouds, but Song Er is still far away from the clouds. It was quite a distance, far from being as close as returning from Feng Tian's small courtyard to Yi Xian Sect.
He was so close that as soon as he felt the warmth of his junior sister, she slid off his back.
