Taozi and the other three didn't know what Pan said after that, but they knew Yi Pan's relationship with Yue Ling, and something must have happened between them. I don't know if the owner of the Book of the Moon did it intentionally or if there was some special power that blocked it. .
In the next scene, the breath of the fairy world can no longer be sensed in the sky, and the passage to the fairy world is nowhere to be found, while Fairy Yueling is searching for something in the mortal world while starting to practice from scratch.
The three of them were surprised to find that the way Fairy Moon Spirit practiced after she became a mortal was very similar to their current practice.
Fairy Yueling gradually became stronger again, and had almost no rivals in the mortal world. Some young people who coveted her beauty could not get close to her at all.
The scene changed very quickly. Bystanders like Taozi and others could sense that more than ten years had passed in a blink of an eye. Traces of time also appeared on Fairy Yueling's face, and her beauty was greatly compromised by wrinkles and strands of silver hair.
On a full moon night, Fairy Yueling sat cross-legged on the top of a mountain and looked at the moon. Below the cliff were rolling waves. Suddenly, a golden beam of light enveloped her. A wonderful sound came from the sky and the earth. It was actually the sound of congratulations from heaven and earth. She transformed into a saint. Got it!
After becoming a saint, Yue Ling can no longer be called a fairy, but a Yue Ling saint. There is no joy on her face, and her expression is extremely complicated.
"So this is your way..." Moon Spirit Fairy murmured, then rose into the sky and floated away.
In the following days, Saint Yueling continued to search, and her aura became more and more powerful.
As her strength became stronger, she seemed to have turned back into an immortal fairy. The wrinkles and white hair on her face were gone, but her eyes became more and more vicissitudes of life.
After more than ten years, she finally found a woman who looked older than her.
This woman's name is Huanxi. She is now married and has a pair of children. She has an average appearance and is very different from Xiaoyu, but she seems to be somewhat similar to Xiaoyu in temperament.
Saint Yueling collected all his strength and settled down not far from the woman's family. She often approached Huanxi, and Huanxi seemed to have an inexplicable affinity for her, an incredibly beautiful young woman, and the two quickly became familiar with each other.
That day, Yue Ling made up her mind and took Huan Xi away alone to the creek not far away.
Although Huan Xi was confused, he did not refuse or resist.
The two stood opposite each other by the stream. Yue Ling couldn't help but reach out and touch Huanxi's cheek and said, "Huanxi, do you believe it? You were my disciple in your last life." She got straight to the point as soon as she opened her mouth.
Huan Xi's expression was stunned when she heard this. After a brief silence, she nodded lightly and said, "I believe you, I felt very familiar to you the first time I saw you. That's a sense of trust without reason."
Yue Ling smiled and said, "I was once an immortal, and you were my disciple Xiaoyu!" Her eyes showed a look of reminiscence.
"Xiaoyu? It's a nice name..." Huanxi also smiled. She was not surprised at all that Yue Ling claimed to be an immortal.
A strange color flashed in Yue Ling's eyes, and then he said: "Huanxi, my master has now practiced again and returned to the state he was in before. He is even stronger than when he was an immortal. Are you willing to practice with me?"
Huan Xi thought for a while, shook his head and said, "If it were ten years ago, I would definitely choose to practice with you, but now that I have my own family and children, this life is quite good, and I don't want to make any changes."
"But if you don't have the strength, how should you respond if you encounter a crisis?" Yue Ling said anxiously when she heard Huanxi's rejection.
"My man is not weak and can protect our family. Now that there is no such high-ranking immortal in the world, my cultivation is of no use. Is it possible that I still want to go out and bully others?" At the end of the sentence, Huan Xi narrowed his eyes and smiled. Tao, looking a little naughty.
Huan Xi's words stunned Yue Ling, and she was speechless for a long time.
"If you practice with me, you can stay young forever and look the most beautiful even until you die. Not only you, I can also let your children practice to become masters. They will become the strongest people in the world today." People!" Yue Ling threw out a very tempting condition.
Hearing this, Huanxi smiled bitterly and said, "This is really hard to refuse. Yongbao
Youth is the dream of all women..."
"If you can't refuse, don't refuse. It will only be good for you to become my disciple again. I won't harm you!" Yue Ling said firmly.
Huan Xi did not answer Yue Ling immediately, but slowly squatted down, leaned over and stretched one hand into the gurgling stream.
"Since I was your disciple in my previous life, I dare to call you Master. Master, what do you think is so special about this stream?" Huanxi turned around and said with a smile.
After hearing this, Yue Ling observed the stream with all her concentration. Even if she used the saint's methods, she could not see anything special about this stream.
"This is just an ordinary stream, what's so special about it?"
"Yes, this is the most ordinary stream in the world. There is nothing special about it for you, but this stream is different for me. I have grown up beside this stream since I was a child. It has taken away a lot of my memories..." Huanxi said sadly.
"Huanxi, I know you may not want to leave your hometown, and naturally you don't want to leave your lover and children behind. We can just be like before. I still live near you and can guide you in your cultivation at any time!" Yue Ling said softly.
Huanxi stood up and shook his head with a smile: "Master, when it comes to this creek, what I want to say is that this creek is not special to you. It is the same to Xiaoyu in my previous life, but it is different to me. The two of us She is a completely different individual, I am no longer her!"
Yue Ling's majestic body trembled, her lips trembled slightly, and her face looked very ugly.
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Although Huan Xi saw Yue Ling's appearance, she had no intention of stopping and continued: "So, my choice is also different from hers..."
"Are you really not willing to renew your relationship with me?" Yue Ling said sadly.
"Master, why should I call you master if I don't want to?" Huan Xi said, dumbfounded.
Yue Ling asked in confusion: "You are not willing to practice with me, but you also agree to worship me as your teacher?"
Huan Xi nodded and said, "Of course I am willing to become your teacher, and my closeness to you is not an act, but I really don't want to practice anymore, and I don't want to force my children to practice!"
"Isn't it good to be strong yourself? Don't you want your descendants to stand out?"
Huan Xi said seriously: "The immortal immortals are naturally powerful, but most of what they bring to the mortal world is suffering. The level of cultivation will always divide people into three, six or nine levels. There is no end to the path of cultivation. Killing and strife, does this really make sense?”
"Now that there are no more immortals in the world, everyone lives and works in peace and contentment. Even if you practice cultivation, you won't be particularly strong. Isn't that so bad?"
Yue Ling retorted: "Disputes arise from desires, whether they are immortals or mortals, desires are endless. Even if people cannot cultivate to a strong enough level, human struggles will not disappear..."
"Master, what is the meaning of cultivation?" Huan Xi asked.
After thinking for a moment, Yue Ling said, "From my teacher's point of view, practicing to become stronger is to be able to protect the people you care about!"
Huan Xi grinned and said, "Then I don't need to practice anymore. Even if my man can't protect me, I have such a powerful master. Who in the world dares to bully me? If I don't bully others, it's good!"
"You just have different memories, no matter what, you are still Xiaoyu after all!" Yue Ling looked at Huanxi, her eyes full of memories.
"Okay, Master, everything is up to you, whatever you say is right!" Huan Xi said helplessly.
Yue Ling frowned and said, "Now that I am a master, I am no longer an immortal. Even if I am successful in my cultivation, I will still live forever. After you and I leave, what will happen to your descendants? Should we just let them fend for themselves?"
"As long as my children can live happily through this life, everything is their own choice. Master must be willing to take care of my two children after the disciple's death. As for the future, why should I worry about what happened after my death? Go take care of it."
"You are very thoughtful, what if your children and future generations are willing to practice?"
"I respect their choice. If the master is willing to teach them, I will not object!" Huanxi smiled slyly again.
"I don't object as a teacher!" Yue Ling also laughed along with Huanxi.
Finally, beside the small stream, Huanxi saluted Yue Ling to establish their master-disciple relationship.
In the next few decades, Yue Ling lived near Huanxi for almost half of the time. The master and apprentice got along well, but Huanxi really did not embark on the path of spiritual practice, but chose to marry her husband and teach her son. Even her pair of children did not choose to practice, and Yue Ling was helpless.
Apart from accompanying Huanxi, Yue Ling spends the rest of her time wandering around the mortal world. She seems to be looking for someone. You don’t need to guess who she is looking for. Pan Cong takes away Fairy Yue Ling’s magical power. After that, he never appeared again.
Huanxi, who had never practiced cultivation, was already very old at this time. Although her life was dull, she was happy.
After Yue Ling sent Huan Xi on the road, she went into the mountains and lived alone in the forest. Until that day, Pan still did not appear again.
After transforming into a saint, Yue Ling's appearance has not changed at all and is still incredibly beautiful.
But at this time, her face turned gray and cast a layer of death, and anyone with a discerning eye knew that her end was coming.
There was no trace of sadness on Yue Ling's face, but she picked up an ordinary stone slab in front of her.
She used her Tao power to carve a word on the stone slab, which was the ancient immortal word "love".
Yue Ling began to continuously inject Dao power into the stone slab, as if he was refining the stone slab.
After a long time, the stone slab refined by the Moon Spirit Sacrifice was divided into three by herself.
"When this slate is reunited, the next generation will be able to see my story! I hope she can understand something..." She said while injecting power into the slate, and pictures seemed to be flashing rapidly on the slate.
"I hope that the younger generations who have inherited the Way of the Moon can understand the meaning of the word love... Even I don't fully understand..." Yue Ling murmured to herself.
