The old man cried sadly: "The young man has grown old. He has gray hair and gray hair... However, I am getting younger and younger... The young master smiled and said: Uncle Zhong, practice well and go to the fairy world for me -"
Unable to bear it any longer, I cried loudly.
He was not very talented and was old, but when his life was approaching, the young lady forcibly pulled him from the seventh level of Qi training to the foundation building stage.
He has gained a full three hundred years of life, and his whole person has been reborn. His pale hair has gradually turned black, and his old skin has become younger... How happy he was, rolling in the fields with his young master in his arms, laughing happily.
"Master, I can accompany you for many more years."
"You have become too young to be called Uncle Zhong. I think it is more appropriate to call you Big Brother."
The young master smiled and narrowed his eyes.
He waved his hands repeatedly, but he was really happy in his heart. He could stay with his young master for a long, long time again.
One year, two years, three years, the young lady did not know what means she used. In just a few years, his cultivation reached the middle stage of foundation building. She also taught him everything in alchemy, and he was able to refine the top-grade Peiyuan Pill during the foundation building stage.
This is unbelievable from the perspective of the entire cultivation world, because most people may not achieve this after practicing hard for hundreds of years.
But he didn't know much about the world of cultivation at that time. He was busy serving his young master every day and busy studying the tasks given by the young madam... Until one day, he saw white hair on the young master's head.
An elegant middle-aged man, dressed in a moon-white shirt, with a handsome face.
But for the first time, he panicked. The street was bustling with people, and someone was selling glass mirrors across the street - two figures, a middle-aged man and a young man, were reflected in the mirror.
And he was the bewildered young man holding the riding crop.
"Master..."
"What's wrong?"
The middle-aged man tilted his head, with doubts in his gentle eyes.
He trembled his lips and finally shook his head.
After a while, the young lady came back from the group of women with a glass mirror in hand. The young master hurriedly stepped forward, and the two naturally held hands, turned around and got on the carriage.
He sat on the shaft of the carriage, whipped the horse on the buttocks, and drove towards the city gate.
That evening, when the young lady gave him instructions on how to make alchemy again, he looked at her pleadingly: "Master, is it true that you can't cultivate immortality?"
The young lady was stunned for a moment and said 'hmm'.
At this point, he and the young master have become two extremes. The young master is getting older slowly, and he is getting younger day by day.
finally,
In ancient times,
The young master is getting old, but he has returned to the age of twenty.
The lady, who also looked old, held the young master's hand and said to him: "Uncle Zhong, you are now barely able to protect yourself. The world is so big, go and see."
He knew what the young lady meant. She wanted to be alone with the young master during the last journey.
But I also want to accompany the young master!
That was the young master he had worked hard to bring up.
But he nodded, even with a smile on his face: "Okay, I listen to the young lady. Master, you have to take care of yourself. No matter where you go, I will always miss you."
The next day, the sky was slightly bright,
He simply packed a small baggage, kowtowed three times in front of the young master's wife's door, turned around and left.
The world of cultivation is vast, more vast and magnificent than the world he longed for when he was young. He walked alone in the world of cultivation and met good people and bad people. His cultivation level did not increase, but his overall temperament became more and more calm.
Three years, five years? Or ten years?
He walked many places until one day, the bell hanging on his waist rang.
The bronze bell was unremarkable, but a voice rang out in the silent night: "Uncle Zhong, my husband said that the sea of clouds in the northern region is the most beautiful, and I want to see it. Do you want to come with me?"
Without thinking, he said: "Go!"
The space shook, and the whole person couldn't help but fall down after thinking - he opened his eyes again, and saw two smiling faces in front of him.
The Northern Territory is the coldest place in the entire world of cultivation, with icebergs everywhere. However, in the ice and snow, there is the most beautiful sea of clouds in the world of cultivation. It is especially beautiful at sunrise.
He set up the carriage just like he had done many years ago.
The carriage drove across the ice, and the sight was filled with ice and snow. After a while, it stopped at the top of the mountain.
He got out of the car, picked up the waiter, and helped the young lady and young master down. The young master patted his hand, with a look of relief in his eyes, and then turned to hold his wife's hand, and the two of them walked to a bench on the cliff and sat down. .
The glow is surging, the clouds and mist are gradually rising,
He stood behind him with his hands hanging down, watching them sitting head to head... The sea of clouds rose and their breathing slowed down.
From early morning to dark, he stood for a whole day, his whole body stiff. He heard a sigh in a trance, and saw the young lady standing up. Her pale hair gradually turned black, and her green shirt remained the same: "Uncle Zhong, let's go back."
He bent down and picked up the sleeping old man, turned around and got into the carriage. The curtain fell, covering the old man's peaceful face.
He barely remembers what happened after that. He only remembers those days of confusion. When the young madam left and the courtyard was empty, he finally realized that his young master was really gone, and the young madam might...
He was so panicked, but he didn't know what to do.
A few days later, the young lady came back and took the young master with her. At that time, the young master burst into tears. He could not
The Northern Territory is the coldest place in the entire world of cultivation, with icebergs everywhere. However, in the ice and snow, there is the most beautiful sea of clouds in the world of cultivation. It is especially beautiful at sunrise.
He set up the carriage just like he had done many years ago.
The carriage drove across the ice, and the sight was filled with ice and snow. After a while, it stopped at the top of the mountain.
He got out of the car, picked up the waiter, and helped the young lady and young master down. The young master patted his hand, with a look of relief in his eyes, and then turned to hold his wife's hand, and the two of them walked to a bench on the cliff and sat down. .
The glow is surging, the clouds and mist are gradually rising,
He stood behind him with his hands hanging down, watching them sitting head to head... The sea of clouds rose and their breathing slowed down.
From early morning to dark, he stood for a whole day, his whole body stiff. He heard a sigh in a trance, and saw the young lady standing up. Her pale hair gradually turned black, and her green shirt remained the same: "Uncle Zhong, let's go back."
He bent down and picked up the sleeping old man, turned around and got into the carriage. The curtain fell, covering the old man's peaceful face.
He barely remembers what happened after that. He only remembers those days of confusion. When the young madam left and the courtyard was empty, he finally realized that his young master was really gone, and the young madam might...
He was so panicked, but he didn't know what to do.
A few days later, the young lady came back and took the young master with her. At that time, the young master burst into tears. He could not
From early morning to dark, he stood for a whole day, his whole body stiff. He heard a sigh in a trance, and saw the young lady standing up. Her pale hair gradually turned black, and her green shirt remained the same: "Uncle Zhong, let's go back."
He bent down and picked up the sleeping old man, turned around and got into the carriage. The curtain fell, covering the old man's peaceful face.
The car curtain fell, covering the old man's peaceful face.
