It was a blood-red cloud in the sky, which reflected the night sky brightly, and suddenly formed a sword shape that stretched across the sky and the earth. Although it was extremely far away, you could still feel a fairy-like power and power.
The sword shape fell, and the entire sky seemed to be torn in half.
Half white, life; half black, death!
It has not dissipated for a long time.
Uncle Wang and Yu'er stood in mid-air, staring blankly, feeling frightened to death and terrified. This was a terrifying vision they had never seen before!
Even the ancestor of the sect has never experienced the five declines of heaven and man.
Uncle Wang's voice trembled slightly as he asked, "Where is that?"
Yu'er swallowed and said, "I can't tell. They are so far apart in the sky."
"Whoosh whoosh..."
At this moment, more than a dozen figures pierced the sky, rushing quickly from all directions, causing ripples in the air wherever they passed along the way.
"Master Nine Birds!"
"Ancestor Xisha!"
"Lao Wanchao Kui."
"Fairy Lark!"
…
Uncle Wang and the other three observed these people carefully and called out their names one by one in a low voice. They couldn't help but be shocked to see that they were all celebrities, old monsters, and ancestors who were famous for thousands of miles around. They were all people with amazing strength and extraordinary skills.
For a moment, the three of them could neither retreat nor advance.
Fortunately, the strange phenomenon in the sky finally disappeared at this time. The ancestors and old monsters of the party glanced in all directions in confusion and disappeared in an instant.
Uncle Wang breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "I didn't expect that during this little outing, I would encounter such a terrifying phenomenon, and a group of mysterious old monsters also appeared!"
Yu'er whispered: "Then what should we do?"
Uncle Wang thought for a while: "Go on, it's better to be careful in everything, Zhu Liang, where is the Black Sword Sect closest to Langxian Town?"
The young man cupped his hands and said, "This disciple visited Baiyang Cave ten years ago and visited the Black Sword Sect once. Please come with me."
The three of them used their mental skills and headed straight to the south. Just before dawn, they arrived at a small sect with more than thirty palaces. Hundreds of people were already waiting at the mountain gate.
The leaders were none other than Yang Rou and Ma Quan, the wives of the head of the family back then. However, over the past many years, the two of them had been unable to make any progress and had become much older.
"I've met senior Qingjian Sect!"
Yang Rou, Ma Quan and a group of disciples came forward and saluted respectfully. They could faintly sense a hint of coercion that made them feel terrified, and they couldn't help but feel uneasy.
The three of them fell to the ground and glanced at the group of people. They were bored. Their realm was too low. They were just a small sect. They got straight to the point: "Langxian Town, how much do you know? Do you know the ancestral home of Xin Chengzhi? Are there any monks in the town?" ?”
Yang Rou and Ma Quan looked at each other. They knew more than that. Not to mention the ancestral home of Xin Guogong and Prince Consort who had become famous over the years. It was the monster old doctor who made them live and die seventeen times in one night. They still have lingering fears. However, I don’t know what kind of thoughts prompted him, but Ma Quan was the first to say:
"You know, Mr. Xin's family only runs a grocery store. His parents are ordinary people who can't read a single word. But there is an old doctor in the town who seems to be a monk?"
"Oh?" Uncle Wang asked, "Can you tell the realm?"
Yang Rou gritted her teeth and said, "Maybe it's an Earth Immortal!"
Ma Quan glanced at her in surprise, scratched his chin, and said, "That's right!"
Earthly Immortal?
Uncle Wang and others looked at each other and said, "Lead the way!"
…
In the early morning of Langxian Town, the aroma of fried dough sticks and braised wild lamb soup wafted through the air. Neighbors gathered in small groups at the breakfast shop, eating a bowl of mutton soup and two fried dough sticks all morning, chatting. Many topics, leisurely and comfortable:
"Lao Liang was wearing a rather large brocade robe just now. He ordered eight buns, ate four and threw away three."
"There is nothing we can do. My son is the prince's consort. I heard that the old couple were also granted official positions by the emperor. They are all confused."
"Don't talk about floating, it's normal to fly. If it were me, I would buy ten meat buns, eat two and throw away eight!"
"If you ask me, this kid Agou is also heartless. His parents don't know anything. He was taught by Dr. Xin when he was a child. Without Dr. Xin, would he have that ability? It's a pity that now that he is rich, he doesn't know how to be filial. Respect Lao Xin!"
"You can't blame him, Lao Xin's temper, hey..."
…
It was quiet in front of the drug store. Xiao Huang walked a little unsteadily, looking like an old dog in his twilight years, which complemented Xin Zhuo's old age and did not look out of place at all.
And Xin Zhuo is sorting out the herb seeds in early spring. Over the years, he has not only gone to the mountains to collect herbs, but also planted a large area of herbs in his backyard.
At this time, he suddenly stopped and looked at a place not far away with a pair of old eyes, looking a little sad.
"It's not good! Aunt Li is dying."
A young daughter-in-law ran out in panic, slapping her knees and yelling.
When the neighbors heard about it, no matter what they were doing, they couldn't help but put down their work and ran over.
"Aunt Li" was the Widow Li back then, but as she got older, everyone felt that the word "Widow" was not respectful, so they changed the title. She still had the same mouth all these years, talking non-stop all day long, but everyone knew that she had a sharp mouth, a tofu heart, and a warm-hearted person, but it was a pity that she was lonely and helpless in her old age.
I remember that someone seemed to want to bring her and Dr. Xin together, but unfortunately it didn't work out. As a result, the two of them never spoke for half their lives, which was really sad.
Xin Zhuo silently picked up the grass seeds and continued to sort them.
After a while, a young man in his twenties ran over with an embarrassed look on his face: "Uncle Xin, Aunt Li still has her last breath left. She is reluctant to close her eyes. She calls your name. Can you... go? Take a look?"
Xin Zhuo's hand paused, and after a while he stood up, stooped slightly and walked forward, with the young man following silently behind him.
Widow Li's house is in an alley in the south of the city. There are two small tile-roofed houses and a small courtyard filled with tattered household items. It is now full of people.
Seeing Dr. Xin's arrival, the crowd moved out of the way.
Xin Zhuo entered the back room and saw several old ladies wiping tears holding Widow Li. At this time, Widow Li was no longer as sharp and capable as before. Her face was yellow, her lips were white, her hair was messy and withered, and her eyes were almond-shaped. Full of dullness and lifelessness, the person is thin and loses his appearance.
She seems to be only fifty-five or fifty-six years old this year?
Just chatting in front of people during the day, crying secretly at night, feeling sad every day, having been drained of life by loneliness and poverty.
Xin Zhuo walked to the bed. Several old ladies wiped the corners of their eyes and stepped aside. Widow Li saw Xin Zhuo and there was a slight light in her eyes. However, she was speechless at this time, but there seemed to be pleading in her eyes.
Xin Zhuo understood that she was asking why she rejected her back then. Was there something wrong with her?
He couldn't bear it anymore, so he sat aside, leaned over and said something in Widow Li's ear.
People in the room pricked up their ears, wanting to hear the truth, but they couldn't hear anything clearly. They just saw a smile on Widow Li's face, the most beautiful smile in her life, and then she muttered something and slowly closed her eyes.
There was a lot of crying in the room.
Xin Zhuo let go of Widow Li and looked out the window. It was a rose flower that bloomed at this moment and was particularly beautiful.
He thought of the first time he saw this ordinary woman. Her husband had just died. She had a mean look on her face. She always liked to speak ill of others and was unreasonable.
But she was just covering up her inner helplessness and fear. After all, she had no family, not even her natal family, and the future was gloomy. She needed to make trouble with others, and it would not really hurt anyone. She just wanted to express her existence. meaning, although not in the right way.
In the days that followed, the way she looked at herself gradually changed.
That was because she was trying hard to think about the rest of her life, and wanted to find someone to rely on. If she could give birth to a son and a half, it would prove that she had existed in this world. Of course, she couldn't express this idea, that's what she thought. That's all.
After being rejected, she cried bitterly and cursed, but she still went her own way and lived her life. Perhaps at that moment, she was more sad than heartbroken.
Twenty years passed in a flash, and she kept talking every day. As long as someone talked to her, she could talk all day long. It was not that she really liked to talk, but... she was lonely, and she was afraid of nightfall...
Now, the life of this mortal woman is over. This is her destination and the law of birth, old age, illness and death.
What Xin Zhuo said in her ear was very simple: "Don't be afraid! Your husband is waiting for you. He has been waiting for you for nearly thirty years!"
Widow Li was finally relieved at this moment and reconciled with her difficult life. At least there was someone waiting for her in this world, right? She even couldn't help but curse: "You damn ghost, you abandoned me and ruined my life. I'm going to settle the score with you right now!"
A smile appeared on her face and passed away!
…
In the south of the town, next to an old tomb, there is a new tomb. In front of the tomb is a monument: the tomb of Liu Dacan and Li Xiaoniang.
Xin Zhuo patted the soil on the tombstone, turned back against the wind, looked at the sky, and murmured: "Life and death are ultimately nothing!"
His body suddenly shook, and his restrained aura became even deeper!
(End of chapter)
