Fantasy: First Day Of Wedding, Reward Supreme Bone

"Everyone in the world hates the disaster of immortality, and some people abandon it."

The old man who cut firewood didn't have much time left. In his last days, he lived in Qin Yun's valley with his little girl, and he often sighed like this.

Looking back on the past, remembering the past.

"My little friend, you are really enviable. You have achieved such an achievement at the age of twenty, and your future is unlimited."

"Life is ultimately limited. Whether a mortal or a monk, there is a limit. Compared with the vast universe, human life is too short, but death is eternal."

"Don't talk about death easily, because life is more valuable than death. My little friend, you must know how to cherish it."

The old man murmured under the setting sun, full of the meaning of twilight, like a candle swaying in the wind, and his life would be extinguished at any time.

"I'll save you with my blood essence, which is enough to last you a while."

In the end, Qin Yun wanted to use the Supreme blood essence to extend the old man's life, and he did not hesitate to expose himself as a Supreme body, because he really did not want to see the old man die.

But the old man refused.

"I have accomplished nothing in my life. I have been looking for a long life, but I have found loneliness. My talents are limited and I cannot make any progress in the realm of saints."

"Be cautious throughout your life, never cause trouble, hide when trouble comes, and live four thousand years in vain."

"There is no need to extend my life. It is meaningless. I have already lived this kind of life."

The old man was very stubborn and did not accept Qin Yun's blood essence. He was old and desolate, and he had a death wish.

Qin Yun had no choice but to respect the old man's wishes in the end.

.........

"Little friend, you and I have met each other, but I don't know what to call you? What is your name? Where are you from?"

In his last moments, the old man looked at Qin Yun and asked.

"My name is Nie Feng. I am from Jingzhou. My family has five acres of fertile land." Qin Yun said sincerely.

The old beggar was so angry that he vomited blood: "I am about to die, why are you still unwilling to treat me sincerely? My dear friend, my heart aches!"

"Old senior, where are you from? What do you call me?" Qin Yun asked.

The old beggar was very sincere and said: "My name is Lin Yun. I am from the Jin Dynasty. I have an eighty-year-old mother in my family."

"Old senior, you are lying, and my heart aches."

In the last moments, the two Gou Saints were still fighting each other, testing each other and finding out each other's details.

But every time this happens, they all look at each other and laugh.

Each other can feel the other's heartfelt honesty and honesty without malice, but they know nothing about each other. This is a kind of "wonderful" friendship.

........

Time flies, and half a month has passed.

Qin Yun has always been dubious about the old woodcutter's longevity, because he felt that this old guy must have some trump card to ensure his longevity.

There is no reason for a generation of saints to die so plainly, right?

But.

Today, half a month later, under the sunset, the old man passed away.

Looking at the sunset, I sighed, I was very old, I had too many regrets in my life, I was a saint for generations, and finally I looked at the sunset, leaning on a big tree, holding the little girl in my arms, motionless.

There was a smile at the corner of his mouth, but it was lifeless.

That smile was Niu Niu, this mortal little girl, bringing an unprecedented warmth to Lao Gou Sheng.

But the old man also had regrets when he died.

Sighing that the road to immortality is unclear, lamenting that after all, one has never reached that point in his life, this is the portrayal of too many heroes when they are passing away.

In addition, he has two major regrets.

The first piece.

"In the Primordial Divine Mountain, there is a strange coffin. It is said that if you lie in it, you will be immortal, time will not invade it, and you will be able to rejuvenate your youth."

"It is a great regret that my ancestor could not lie down in it in his life."

These are the old man's original words.

It's a pity that Primordial Divine Mountain has such a strong foundation and is one of the most terrifying Taoisms in the world. Not to mention one Gou Sage, even if thousands of Gou Sages come, they may not be able to take away the creation of Primordial Divine Mountain.

The second thing was that the boat capsized in the gutter.

"I have worked to the extreme in my life, but I have devoted my heart and soul to you and entrusted you with everything."

The old man always remembered Qin Yun. He was a qi-training monk on the surface, but he was a saint, and he could not let go.

It has nothing to do with the relationship between two people, whether it is good or bad.

For a saint who practices Gou Dao, his life's Dao lies in the word "Gou".

However, he was exposed in front of Qin Yun and had not yet seen Qin Yun's true identity. This made the old man regard it as the greatest shame in life!

This is considered a big defeat!

Monks are life, creation, and chance, and everything can be regarded as external things, but they only have a terrible stubbornness towards the Tao. Gou Sheng has lived for four thousand years and followed Gou Tao for four thousand years. In his mind, Gou Tao is Invincible way.

However, he was completely defeated by Qin Yun.

This kind of defeat is not the victory or defeat of a big battle, nor the strength of strength, but the defeat of the 'Tao'.

Let the old man always be worried about it.

"My little friend, if I want you to be capsized in the gutter, I won't have a chance in this life. In the next life, I will definitely make you suffer a big loss from me."

This is what the old man said.

.......

A generation of saints passed away, bringing an end to a life of more than four thousand years.

"Really dead?"

Even at this point, Qin Yun was still dubious.

But he had to accept the fact that the old man was dead.

He is a saint, and he possesses many secret techniques and many terrifying inheritances. Can't he still tell whether a person is dead or alive in front of him?

But there is really no life left.

Qin Yun felt an inexplicable feeling of loneliness.

This was the first time he saw someone die around him, not killed by the enemy, but by God. His life span was extremely short, his talents were limited, and it was difficult to take away the good fortune of life.

This gave Qin Yun a sense of powerlessness.

Everyone in the world laments the disaster of immortality, and some people give up on it.

Immortality is hard to find, and it may be hard to even touch the threshold in a lifetime. However, how many people are willing to give up and give up the pursuit of power?

Even Qin Yun is destined to sink into it and embark on this path.

His road is destined to be long, and during this period, too many people, no matter how unforgettable they are, are just the scenery on his road. They have seen it, but they are destined to be unable to retain anything.

"Why."

Standing in front of the old man's grave, Qin Yun drank a few sips of wine and sighed softly, with a hint of desolation.

We met by chance, but there was a sense of mutual sympathy.

The death of the old man made Qin Yun sad.

Then, he buried the old man and erected a stone tablet in front of the old man's grave.

But in the end, Qin Yun didn't know what to leave on the inscription. He knew nothing about the old man.

He left four words, Gou Sheng's Tomb.

Then he wiped it off, and if he really wanted to write it down, Gou would no longer be Gou.

In the end, the monument was still empty, standing in front of the tomb, reminding people that the raised mound was not a low mountain, but a small tomb.

The gentle breeze blows and the waves of pine trees sound like the sound of flowing water. It is quiet and natural, making people feel at peace.

Qin Yun stood quietly in front of the grave, with little girl sitting on his shoulder.

A piece of earthen tomb and a monument, a generation of saints live in silence.