Eternal Life: My Millennia in the Jiaofang Division

Time flies, and two hundred years have passed.

Sansheng Demon Mountain, inside the main hall.

Ming Xinjun, who was getting older and older, sat on the chair a little slumped.

Fan Lihuo walked in: "Meet the Lord."

Lord Mingxin looked a little anxious: "How is it? Did you find a pill that I have never used before?"

"Lord, forgive me, we have arrived."

Fan Lihuo answered helplessly.

"How could this happen? The Northern Territory is so vast, how is it possible that I can't find any elixir that I haven't used before?"

Ming Xinjun grabbed the teacup on the table and smashed it to pieces on the ground.

He shouted almost madly: "A bunch of rubbish, they are a bunch of rubbish. If the Northern Region is not available, go to the Western Region. If the Western Region is not available, go to the Eastern Divine Land. You can always find it. Do you still need me to teach you?"

Fan Lihuo sighed secretly.

The former Lord Mingxin was a well-known wise man in the Northern Territory. He was always known for his calmness and elegance.

But look at Mr. Mingxin today, how can he still be as elegant and calm as before?

As the end of his life gets closer, Mr. Mingxin has gone a little crazy.

Over the years, Lord Mingxin has been ordering Sanshengtang to find a life-enhancing elixir that he has never taken before, hoping that he can get it for a longer period of time.

But there are only so many life-enhancing pills in the world. Lord Mingxin has been taking them for 30,000 years, so where can he find them now?

After a long silence, Mr. Mingxin said faintly: "Is there any trace of that person...?"

"No!"

Fan Lihuo shook his head: "Although he has been here three times, we have never seen his appearance, and we don't even know his breath. So even with the ability of Sanshengtang, there is nothing we can do."

"Why!"

Lord Mingxin sighed deeply: "Did I plan an ambush and angered him so much that he gave up on me?"

Since the last time at Sansheng Demon Mountain, many experts gathered to try to catch the mysterious man failed, Mingxinjun has been waiting for the other party to come again.

I thought that the other party would come looking for me as soon as the hundred years were up, just like the previous times.

Mr. Mingxin is also ready to further test the other party and to bargain.

But he didn't expect that after a hundred years, the other party didn't come to visit again.

Lord Mingxin had no choice but to wait patiently while continuing to search for a pill to increase his lifespan.

But unfortunately, another hundred years have passed, and the mysterious man still hasn't come to the door.

And his idea of ​​finding new elixirs also came to nothing.

This made Mr. Mingxin almost crazy.

Since there was no hope for the elixir, that mysterious man became his only hope for survival.

He really didn't want to miss this last hope.

"Wait, wait, maybe in the next hundred years, he will come to me, and no matter what request he has, I will agree to it."

Mr. Mingxin murmured to himself.

But neither Ming Xinjun nor Fan Lihuo could see that, right next to them, a shadowy figure was standing there, taking full advantage of their performance.

"It seems that I was right not to show up twice. Only in this way will he be more eager for my arrival."

Zhao Mu smiled in his heart.

This is the bad nature of people. The less they can get many things, the more precious they will feel, and they will not cherish the things that come to their door.

At this point, the demon race, which also possesses wisdom, is no different from the human race.

But at this moment, Zhao Mu still had no intention of showing up.

Because he felt that Lord Mingxin’s desire was not strong enough.

He had to wait until Lord Mingxin was truly in dire straits before coming back. Only then could he take the initiative in his own hands.

It is much easier to deal with a person who is really facing death.

"Haha, why don't you wait a few hundred years for next time?"

"Looking at Mr. Mingxin's condition, living for another two or three hundred years should be the limit. Then I will be patient and wait for him for another two hundred years."

Zhao Mu smiled slightly, turned around and left quietly.

In the next two hundred years, Zhao Mu did not stay away from Sansheng Demon Mountain, but lived in Sansheng City at the foot of the mountain.

Even if he had to leave for something, he would ask one of the black dragons or the turtle spirit to stay and keep an eye on the news of Sansheng Demon Mountain, lest Mingxinjun's life suddenly come to an end and he would not be able to come back in time.

Fortunately, in the next two hundred years, although Mr. Mingxin became older and older, he was still alive.

It wasn't until the 230th year that Zhao Mu once again sneaked into the Sansheng Demonic Mountain and finally discovered that Lord Mingxin's body had begun to have the aura of death lingering around him.

This generation of Ming Xinjun's five degenerations of heaven and man are about to come.

"Are you finally going to die?"

Zhao Mu stood in front of the bed, looking at Ming Xinjun who was lying there with weak breath, with an indifferent expression.

Regarding death.

As long as he doesn't seek death and takes the initiative to provoke those beings he can't afford to offend, he probably won't be able to experience it again in this life.

So although he understood Lord Mingxin's despair, he couldn't empathize with it.

But it doesn't matter, he doesn't need to feel the same way.

He only needs to understand the other person's despair and how much the other person needs him at this moment.

So he finally spoke: "Fellow Taoist, I haven't seen you for more than four hundred years. It's been a long time."

The sound coming from the empty hall suddenly shocked the weak Mingxin Jun.

He got up from the bed and looked around eagerly: "You are finally here? Where are you? Come out to see me?"

Although more than four hundred years have passed, Mr. Mingxin can never forget this mysterious voice, let alone forget it.

So at this moment, he was like a drowning man grabbing the last straw.

No matter whether this straw can save his life or not, he will try desperately.

Because... he really doesn't want to die!

"My Lord, what happened?" Fan Lihuo's voice came from outside.

"It's okay, don't come in!"

Ming Xinjun roared, fearing that Fan Lihuo would come in and scare the mysterious man away again, and then he would really have to wait for death.

"Yes, my Lord!"

The outside fell into silence. Fan Lihuo seemed to guess what was happening inside, but he didn't mean to come in to stop it.

Ming Xinjun looked up and looked around the entire hall: "Why, you still don't want to show up to see me today? Are you afraid that I will ambush you again? Don't worry, I'm dying and I won't miss the last chance to survive."

"Haha, of course I have to see you, after all, we will work together in the future."

Zhao Mu chuckled, and his figure appeared in front of Ming Xinjun in a faint ripple.

But he looked like a white-haired old man, and he seemed to be older than Ming Xinjun.

"Since we are going to meet, why do you need to change your appearance?"

Ming Xinjun smiled bitterly: "But your ability to change is really too poor. It was seen through at a glance. Or, do you want me to see through it on purpose?"

"Well, I guess so."

Zhao Mu said calmly: "I still have to guard against you, so as not to let you know my appearance before our deal is completed."

"Although it is unlikely that you will not agree to the deal, it is always right to keep a hand in everything."

"But I don't want to deceive you. After all, we will work together for many years in the future. I don't like to deceive my own people, so I can only tell you clearly that I have changed my appearance."

"Be a villain first and a gentleman later. You are very frank as a villain."

Ming Xinjun shook his head: "Then you can tell me now, what do you want from me?"