God rewards hard work: Farming and cultivating immortality

When the surroundings calm down and everything is on track, the flow of time seems to speed up...

Time flies, it has entered January, and soon it will be the Spring Festival for mortals.

In these long-lost days, Jiang Lan put everything aside, ate hot pot and set off fireworks with her family, as if she had returned to the time when she had never embarked on the path of spiritual practice.

It's just that there is one more important person in my life than before.

"Husband, you can go take a shower first."

"good."

In the new year, taking a comfortable bath can also be regarded as saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new.

Jiang Lan walked out of the bathroom refreshed, and then was attracted by the movement in the hall.

"Ling'er, when are you... going to have a baby..."

"Yes, we have been married for 40 years."

"If we were in the mortal world, we would all have great-grandchildren."

Jiang Lan's parents and second uncle, you told me one by one.

The expectation in his eyes was undisguised.

After all, they have been waiting for their grandson for almost half their lives.

Fortunately, now they have moved to live in Xiaoyao Town, and time will stay at that youthful age forever.

Otherwise it would probably be a pity.

"I know...I know, we are working hard."

Bai Ling's voice was a little weak. After all, she wanted to do it, but she had to have someone available.

[That guy rarely stayed with me for a few days before, and then went to create exercises again...]

[It was clearly promised to be done step by step... Huh, liar. ]

"Forget it, you are all monks. We don't understand the busy work and can't help you, so I won't say more."

"Will I be able to see my lovely grandson in the next ten years?"

Jiang's mother held Bai Ling's hand, her eyes full of expectation.

"I...I try my best..."

Bai Ling, who got rid of Jiang's father and Jiang's mother's order to persuade him to have a baby, was relieved when he walked out of the room.

Once a year, she was almost used to it.

"Is it because I'm not attractive anymore?"

"No... no, maybe... those bolder clothes..."

"ah!"

At this moment, a hand wrapped around Bai Ling's waist, startling her.

But then, warm breath and a familiar voice came to my ears:

"Madam has always been very attractive, but I won't be polite to my husband tonight..."

"Hmm..." Bai Ling responded softly with red ears.

A night of silence.

The next day, Bai Ling's face was filled with a smile, just like flowers being moistened by dew and glowing with a different kind of brilliance.

"Happy New Year!"

"Sect Master, happy New Year!"

"Happy New Year, may you get rich."

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Early in the morning, there were many people coming to pay New Year's greetings, even a group of Daoist monks.

In fact, according to their usual habits, there is no such thing as New Year greetings and not New Year greetings.

Sometimes they stay in retreat for several years or even more than ten years.

How could they care about the annual mortal New Year?

What's more, in their current state, their parents, relatives, and familiar relatives and friends are no longer here.

There are very few people who can pay New Year greetings, and gradually they lose the habit of celebrating the festival.

It was only after joining the Xiaoyao Immortal Sect that he learned that Jiang Lan valued traditional mortal festivals such as the Spring Festival and Mid-Autumn Festival, just as he valued mortal parents.

Xiaoyao Xianzong will hold a celebration every year on this day and start a carnival.

Such an atmosphere also infected them.

Prepare gifts, visit each other, and taste delicious food...

Such a day also brings a little embellishment to their long lives, and they even cherish such a day far more than those mortals who celebrate the festival every year.

In the next few days, Jiang Lan also visited with his wife and returned gifts.

They are all exquisite handicrafts, delicacies and wines, etc., to express their feelings.

He didn't plan to give expensive gifts, for fear that this beautiful holiday would be distorted and become a day for others to compare gifts with each other.

On this day, he came to visit Su Zhi carrying his belongings, but was told that he had gone into retreat.

Jiang Lan handed the gift to the doorman and left.

On the way back, Bai Ling asked curiously: "Husband, Mr. Su is preparing to attack the pill formation?"

"Well, he handed over the Flame Pavilion to Yu Ding years ago, and exchanged the contribution value for the 'Golden Crystal Fruit' and 'Xuanshui Liquid' in the inventory..."

"I thought he would break through after the New Year, but I didn't expect it to be so urgent."

"It's a pity that there are not enough medicinal materials for the crystallization pill, otherwise I can make it for him to increase the success rate..."

"I hope his breakthrough this time will go smoothly..."

The two of them were walking on the road, and the atmosphere was somewhat silent. Bai Ling thought for a while and finally spoke:

"Some time ago... Pavilion Master Xin also submitted his resignation to his father and is preparing to move to Xiaoyao Town."

"Really... Another one has left... This can be regarded as 'saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new'."

"If Mr. Su were not obsessed with breakthroughs, maybe..."

"This is the path they each chose. We...can only bless them."

Jiang Lan looked at the silver-covered world, shining in the sun.

I can't help but think of the scene when I first met them...

When I first met Su Zhi, he was already 160 years old. At that time, Jiang Lan was only 16 years old and had just broken through to the realm of true power. He was very high-spirited.

In that battle, they were tied, but it could be said that they would never know each other without fighting.

Later, they were assigned to Qianyefang City by their respective sects, and met Xin Yirou from Miaoyin Pavilion.

The three of them often interacted with each other, drank wine and discussed Taoism, and gradually got to know each other and became friends.

Afterwards, various things happened. They joined Xiaoyao Xianzong together and followed Jiang Lan all the way to today.

More than 40 years have passed in a flash. Both of them are not long for life. Su Zhi chose to pursue the path of Taoism, while Xin Yirou chose to let go of everything and enjoy the rest of her life.

If Jiang Lan had not had the illusory painting realm to freeze her youth, she might have been preparing for her death.

"I plan to give up the position of the master of the Beast Control Pavilion in a few years." Bai Ling said.

"Oh? Someone has chosen it?"

"Jiang Yang, he is very capable, and he manages the three families very well."

"After handing over the Beast Control Pavilion to him, I plan to practice hard and try to catch up with you as soon as possible, and then help you manage the sect and liberate my father."

"He is not young anymore."

Jiang Lan was stunned when he heard this, and nodded in agreement.

"Sorry, it's because of me."

"Nothing, father himself values ​​the development of Xiaoyao Xianzong more than cultivation."

"But I don't want father to waste his time like this. If he can break through the Jindan stage, he can do more things and go further with the sect..."

"It's just my selfish desire."

The two walked on the way back, and their shadows gradually intersected under the setting sun and leaned on each other.

New year, new atmosphere, Xiaoyao Xianzong soon announced the position change.

The Flame Pavilion of Forging Peak was headed by Yu Ding, who was in the early stage of foundation building.

The Miaoyin Pavilion of Miaoyin Peak was also headed by Geng Xiying, who was in the early stage of foundation building.

She was a genius discovered by Xin Yirou from the folk. At the age of only 26, she had successfully broken through the foundation building and became a foundation building cultivator.

Proficient in music and good management, she was recommended by Xin Yirou as the Pavilion Master.

The handover of power must require an adaptation process, but with Jiang Lan and others watching, the turmoil soon subsided and life returned to peace.