An Ning was silent. She wanted to say that she might never come back in this life, but seeing that there seemed to be hope in Lu Li's eyes, she nodded.
After a while, An Ning Yujian left. Without her parents' worries, she could finally practice with peace of mind.
Moosang Town is still the same Moosang Town, and it has not changed due to the changes in Anjia. The only thing that can be recalled is that there used to be a medicine shop called 'Huichun Tang' here. The owner was a very nice person, and the couple was very loving. .....
It has become a topic of conversation for some older people after dinner.
However, as these old people passed away one after another, no one talked about Huichun Hall anymore. Because the Huichun Hall had not been taken care of for a long time, it was finally taken back by the government, renovated, and rented to a grocery businessman named Wang.
Lu Li's life was still very light. Apart from tidying up the small yard every day, he also carved some wood carvings.
At the beginning, these wood carvings were still clear and lifelike, but as time went by, he seemed to have forgotten some things, and he could not get rid of the carving knife for a long time.
He had to find some previously carved wood carvings to imitate, but he could no longer remember the names of these wood carvings.
This year.
Lu Li was three hundred years old, and his face remained the same, but he looked a little more dull and depressed. He dug an elm sapling outside the town and planted it in the corner of the courtyard. He took good care of it every day so that he could have a companion with him.
At the age of three hundred and fifty, the elm tree grew into a towering tree with lush branches and leaves, which was twice as tall as the courtyard wall.
When I was four hundred years old, a stream of light flew from the sky and landed in the courtyard. A closer look revealed that it was a purple-robed female nun in her thirties or forties, with a pale face and some blood on the corners of her mouth.
When the female cultivator saw Lu Li, her eyes turned slightly red and said, "Uncle Lu."
Lu Li had forgotten many people, but he always remembered this voice. He stood up slowly, looked at this female cultivator who seemed to be more mature than him, and showed a gentle smile: "It's Ning'er. "
An Ning burst into tears and threw herself into Lu Li's arms, like a child who had been wronged.
Lu Li carefully comforted her, found a chair for An Ning to sit down, and listened to her talk about the wonderful things in the world of cultivation, as well as the sadness along the way.
An Ning told Lu Li that she was already in the middle stage of the Golden Core, but she didn't know if she had any hope of becoming the ancestor of the Nascent Soul in this life.
Lu Li was silent for a while, then stared at An Ning and said seriously, "Perhaps, becoming the ancestor of Yuanying is just like you hoped to become a golden elixir master when you were building the foundation. When you arrive, you won't think it's so big..."
An Ning shook his head and said: "As long as a person does not die, he will continue to practice. Although I am standing here, my eyes can see the scenery far away. I will walk over step by step, step on these beautiful scenery under my feet, and then look at the beautiful scenery further away. Until I can't walk anymore, or the beautiful scenery has faded away, then I may look back and see what I have experienced along the way..."
After hearing these words, Lu Li fell silent, feeling slightly touched in his heart.
Yes, he used to be very high-spirited and thought that the next realm was just a scenery in life. However, in the end, he realized that the place where he stood was already his end.
Peace comes and goes just as quickly.
After a brief chat, she left in a hurry, saying that she was being chased by a late-stage Jindan master and did not want to cause trouble to Lu Li.
After An Ning left, Lu Li took out a tattered letter and a yellowed ancient book from his arms.
The letterhead was in tatters and the words on it were completely unclear, but the ancient book was still intact.
Lu Li sighed and buried the letter under the elm tree. He stared at the four words "I have no regrets" on the cover of the ancient book in a daze, but in the end he did not open it and put it back in his arms.
An Ning is a practitioner, and he may live longer than himself. He doesn't know if he can read An Ning's life. Perhaps, he will never have the opportunity to check the contents of this ancient book in this life.
Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, another four hundred years have passed.
Lu Li was already nine hundred years old at this time, and many wrinkles had appeared on his face. His black hair was no longer so shiny, and strands of silver were mixed in it.
He didn't want to move more and more, and he lay on the chair all day long, staring at the rotten elm tree stump without saying a word.
Moissan Town has also changed over the years and turned into a dead town, with weeds growing among the dilapidated houses. He was the only one left in the entire Moissan Town.
On this day, another stream of light pierced the sky.
A very young woman stepped down from the sword, looked at Lu Li on the chair, and asked respectfully, "Excuse me, is this Mr. Lu Li?"
Lu Li picked up his eyelids, glanced at the woman gently, nodded and said nothing.
The woman's expression relaxed slightly, and she clasped her fists again and said, "Junior is looking for a dream. My master said that she wants to see you. Mr. Lu, can you come with me?"
"Is it peace?"
"Yes."
"good."
After a while, Xunmeng helped Lu Li land on the flying sword, carefully controlled the flying sword, and flew towards the Luoyun Gate.
A few days later.
The two arrived at Luoyunmen, passed through some mountains, and came to a small stream deep in Luoyunmen.
There is a grass pavilion by the stream. Lying on a wicker chair in the pavilion is a silver-haired old woman with wrinkles and black spots on her face. She quietly looks at the flowing stream without moving.
Xunmeng led Lu Li into the thatched pavilion, walked to the old woman, and said softly, "Master, Mr. Lu is here."
Lu Li walked to the opposite side of the old woman and looked at her quietly, trying to find something about An Ning's childhood appearance on her face, but found nothing.
All in all, she should be over 870 years old.
An Ning stood up tremblingly, walked to Lu Li, gently hugged Lu Li, and said in a hoarse voice, "Uncle Lu, Ning'er can't take that step, but I don't regret it, because Ning'er has tried her best. Already..."
After saying that, his body softened and he fell backward.
Tried my best, tried my best...
There was a roar in Lu Li's mind, and he froze on the spot.
Xunmeng gently put An Ning back on the wicker chair, took out a yellowed ancient book and handed it to Lu Li, "Mr. Lu, the master has left. She had prepared this before. Take a look..."
Lu Li didn't know whether his eyes were hazy or because he was overly sad. He felt that the tranquility on the wicker chair looked a little blurry at this moment.
Lu Li took the ancient book and opened it slowly. The text inside was still messy. This time, Lu Li read carefully until he saw the last page. There was a row of beautiful small characters on it, "It is also a dream, it is also true, it is like a dream, it is like an illusion, but the idealism is not the same." Change!"
Looking at these words, Lu Li's expression became more determined, while the surrounding scenery became increasingly blurry.
Lu Li took out the ancient book given to him by Anping from his arms, and slowly read it again at the end. There was also a row of small words, "Life comes and goes as a dream, only the true heart cannot be deceived."
"Haha, that's it..."
Suddenly, Lu Li laughed so hard that tears flowed out, and the surrounding scene began to distort rapidly...
