Longevity Cultivation: This Old Sixth Is Too Stubborn

The vicissitudes of life, the changes of time.

The long river of time rumbles and rushes according to the eternal laws.

In the vast and turbulent waves of time and years, mortals can't stir up even a single wave for decades.

They all say that they are timid.

once.

Ning Chuan felt that this sentence was a bit ridiculous, and he couldn't understand the meaning of this sentence.

But until he sat cross-legged on the clouds, looking down at the ten-mile Cuihu Mountain, which had been separated for decades, his eyes gradually showed a hint of indecision.

Cuihu Mountain is still the same Cuihu Mountain.

The Iron Sword Gate is still the same as the Iron Sword Gate of the past.

But what really made him hesitant was whether there was someone familiar to him in this Iron Sword Sect?

The mountains and rivers are still the same, but the old people are still there?

Or...the other party is already gray-haired and old, even if they don't know each other?

This is a question before Ning Chuan.

The sun rises and the moon sets, night and day.

After seven days and seven nights, Ning Chuan finally had to face this problem.

finally.

Ning Chuan moved.

He turned into a floating light and appeared at the foot of Cuihu Mountain.

Then he disappeared and walked along the path up the mountain, step by step toward the Iron Sword Gate.

Re-walk the way up the mountain.

Ning Chuan walked very slowly, just like decades ago, step by step to the Iron Sword Gate.

The mountain is still the same mountain, but people are not the people of the past.

On this rugged path up the mountain, Tiejianmen disciples hurried past him from time to time.

Most of them were teenagers and young girls, and the youthful faces on their faces made Ning Chuan feel a little sigh in his heart, and he suddenly felt that he might be really old.

Walk through the martial arts arena.

Passing by the Medicine Hall.

Ning Chuan even entered the main hall and saw several unfamiliar middle-aged men and women who were reprimanding the disciples of Tiejianmen.

"I think my Tiejianmen has established a foothold in Qiongzhou martial arts since Bai Qinghe, the founder of Tiejianmen, to now, who in the world doesn't know the prestige of my Tiejianmen?

"You don't need to be careful when you practice martial arts, you only know 21 fun in a day, when will you be able to step into the realm of third-rate masters..."

Ning Chuan quietly watched several middle-aged men and women reprimand the disciples.

If he guessed correctly, these people should be the elders of Tiejianmen today.

After all, more than 40 years have passed, and the elders were in their 60s at the beginning, but now they are probably buried in the loess.

After all, there are very few mortals who can live more than a hundred years.

Turn around and leave.

Ning Chuan stopped watching, because the mountain was still the same mountain, but the person was not the person he wanted to see.

He walked out of the main hall and walked along the back mountain path, step by step toward his former residence.

If the Tiejianmen is a memory in his mortal world.

The Houshan Herbal Garden was half of his home in the mortal world, and it was also the most carefree day in his eleven years in the mortal world.

Ning Chuan walks very slowly though.

But every step he took, his steps were very heavy, he was walking the old road, and he was looking for the old people.

finally.

Ning Chuan stopped a few hundred feet from the herb garden.

Because a stone tablet caught his eye.

This stele is unfamiliar to Ning Chuan.

Because in his memory, there has never been such a stone tablet outside the herb garden.

However, under Ning Chuan's careful observation, it was found that this stele was somewhat broken and mottled, and it should have been like this after decades of wind and rain.

But it wasn't the stele that really caught Ning Chuan's attention!

It is the text on the stone tablet - the forbidden area of ​​the herbal garden, the trespasser will die!

The dragon and the phoenix dance, the cold is frightening.

A simple line of characters was engraved on the stone tablet, but the font on it made Ning Chuan stunned on the spot.

Because the person who carved this line of characters was none other than Bai Zhirou back then.

Ning Chuan was all too familiar with her.

Ning Chuan is very familiar with her every move, every frown, every smile, and even her words.

Ning Chuan was stunned for a while, then gradually fell silent.

He strolled past the stone tablet and walked towards the former residence of the herb garden step by step.

finally.

Ning Chuan came to his former home - the herb garden!

The house is still the house of the past, simple and a little dilapidated, even after decades of ups and downs, it still exists.

The herbal garden is still the same herbal garden, in which he grows his favorite flowers and plants that year.

This scene in front of him makes Ning Chuan seem to have returned to decades ago!

Even the millstone outside the house and the flowers and plants planted in the herb garden were still the same as when he left.

Nothing has changed, everything seems to be yesterday.

this moment.

Ning Chuan's thoughts were a little dazed.

He suddenly felt as if he had never left, because everything in the herb garden was still as it was, even his favorite cold plum was still planted there.

Trance, memory reversal.

Ning Chuan seems to be back in the winter with snow and cold days a few decades ago.

Bai Zhirou smiled sweetly and asked, "Junior brother, why do you like plum blossoms?

"Senior sister, haven't you heard a poem?

"Aoxue Hanmei blooms alone, only Yiren comes to spring and understands that Hanmei is penetrating to the bone, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from bitter cold."

"I like plum blossoms because they bloom in Aoxue, just like a person, no matter how hard they go through, they can still bloom in Aoxue like a cold plum.

Ning Chuan laughed innocently.

"Okay, then Senior Sister, I will plant a plum blossom for you every year, and Senior Sister will be a cold plum in the Aoxue. 35

Bai Zhirou said with a smile.

Thoughts turn around, as if in front of you.

Ning Chuan's eyes were dazed, he walked to the front of the house step by step, and then gently pushed the wooden door open.

Crunch!

After decades of ups and downs, the wooden door has become dilapidated, and the moment the door opened, there was an abnormal sound.

But the scene in the house made Ning Chuan stunned on the spot.

A bed, a wooden table, and a stove.

Just as it was in the past, nothing has changed.

The bed was still as simple as before, but the quilt on the bed was neatly folded.

The slightly broken wooden table was wiped clean, and there was a pile of thick books on the table.

There was even a little sawdust residue in the stove on the side.

It seems that people have lived here for decades, and they have not been abandoned because of his departure.

Um?

Suddenly!

Ning Chuan was startled.

Because he saw a portrait.

A portrait hanging on the wall.

And the person in the portrait is exactly what he looked like when he left.

This portrait has turned yellow, and some parts are even more broken, but it is still carefully cared for, which perfectly presents his appearance back then.

Especially in the portrait of him, the honest smile on his face all the year round.

this moment.

Ning Chuan fell silent.

He stared at the portrait for a long time before gradually withdrawing his gaze.

He sat silently at the broken wooden table, picked up the book on it, and when he opened the first page, the familiar font came into his eyes again.

wait for him to come back!

These four simple words caught Ning Chuan's eyes, but they made his body stiff, and he didn't open the second page for a long time.

Because it is only these simple four words, but there are tears on them, and it reveals a sad mood.

a long time.

Ning Chuan silently opened the second page of the book.

Because he knew that this was a thick diary written by Bai Zhirou.

In the 40th year of Emperor Renzong of Great Chu, on July 7, the weather was fine.

he's gone.

It should be too lonely to stay in Tiejianmen, so I went down the mountain to play.

Well, it must be so.

When he comes back, I must pinch his face and ask him why he doesn't take me down the mountain to play.

In the 40th year of Emperor Renzong of Great Chu, it rained on August 7th.

Damn Ning Chuan, have been out for a month and still don't know how to come back?

Forty-one years of Emperor Renzong of Great Chu, at the end of the year, frost and snow.

Ning Chuan, you bastard, you've been out for a year, why haven't you come back?

In the 42nd year of Emperor Renzong of Great Chu, September 18th, autumn.

It's been two years, Junior Brother, did you say that you met a vixen at the foot of the mountain, fascinated you, and didn't know he came back?

Dachu Renzong forty-five years, the end of the year thirty, snow.

Junior Brother, it's been five years, and I'm still waiting for your return.

The first year of Dali, summer, July 18, light rain.

Junior Brother, the Great Chu Dynasty has been destroyed, and now it is the world of the Great Li Dynasty. It rained again today. Although the rain is not big, I miss you very much.

In the tenth year of the Great Departure, on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, there is heavy snow in winter.

Junior Brother, it has been sixteen years, and I realize that I seem to be a little old. There is a white hair in my hair. Haven't you had enough fun outside?

Fifteen years after the great departure, September 14, autumn, heavy rain.

Junior Brother, it's raining heavily today, but I found that I have a little more white hair.

But don't worry, I dyed those white hair black, and when you come back to see me, I will still be the same as I was back then.

Twenty years after the big departure, thirty years after the new year, and heavy snow.

Junior Brother, I am really old, and I no longer dare to see you.

Twenty-one years after the great departure, the seventh day of January, winter, heavy snow.

Junior Brother, I encountered a strange thing today. A woman came to Tiejianmen. She said that she was going to take me away and take me to find you.

But I don't believe her.

But she said that only by becoming an immortal can you find you in the reincarnation of life after life.

Twenty-one years since the beginning of the year, the eighth day of January, winter, there is no snow.

Junior Brother, this woman is very annoying, she is really annoying, she lied to me that she would definitely help me find you, and even asked me to practice the so-called immortal method.

She told me that she was a great monk in the Yuan Ying period, and she said that she was the master of the Xuantian Sect of the Canglan Region.

Junior Brother, she is a liar, she just wants to trick me into leaving with her, even if she performs all kinds of tricks in front of me, I still don't believe her.

I am still waiting for your return.

Twenty-three years after the great departure, spring, the weather is fine.

This woman is really annoying, she has been pestering me for three years, but I can't beat her.

She forcibly gave me an elixir to bring my old face back to youth. I suddenly stopped bothering her so much, and even more faintly believed her words.

But I still want to wait here for you to come back.

Because... I'm really afraid that you won't be able to see me when you come back.

Twenty-four years since the great departure, winter, heavy snow.

Ten miles of Green Lake is full of frost.

An inch of blue silk is mourning the Chinese New Year.

Looking at each other on the moon.

I only envy mandarin ducks, not immortals.

Not to become immortal, but to wait for your return in the red dust.

Twenty-five years after the big departure, winter, little snow.

Junior Brother, I'm leaving, I really want to follow this woman.

Because I feel my body is getting worse and worse, if I remember correctly, I am fifty this year.

But... I still haven't waited for you to come back.

I want to live, I want to live to find you, I can only follow this woman out of the Iron Sword Gate.

Even if you are born and reincarnated, I will definitely find you.

Twenty-five years after the great departure, the weather is fine in winter.

Junior Brother, I don't know if you are alive or dead, but today is the day I leave this woman.

I will become a fairy.

I will become a fairy.

Even if you have died of old age in the mortal world, I will find you in the reincarnation of life after life.

Seven days and seven nights passed.

Ning Chuan finished reading this thick diary.

He gently closed the diary, and then solemnly put it in the storage ring.

He slowly got up and silently looked at the portrait of himself hanging on the wall, and fell silent for a while.

"Bold, who dares to break into my iron sword gate?"

Suddenly!

A coquettish rebuke came, and a cold woman flashed into the room. Before he could see Ning Chuan's face clearly, the three-footed Qingfeng in his hand went straight to Ning Chuan's back and pierced his heart.

pity.

The three-foot Qingfeng stopped three inches before Ning Chuan's body. No matter how the woman motivated her inner strength, she could no longer move forward.

Ning Chuan slowly turned around and looked at the woman.

But also at this moment.

When the woman saw Ning Chuan's face, the three-foot green front in her hand fell to the ground with a clang, and the whole person was stunned on the spot, unable to recover for a long time.

a long time.

"You are... you are... Ning Shishu?

"Are you the Uncle Ning that Master has been waiting for for decades?"

Suddenly.

The woman burst into tears, covering her face and crying.

But she cried and cried and picked up the sharp sword on the ground again, pointing at Ning Chuan and scolding hysterically:

"Ning Chuan, it's you bastard who has hurt my master's life. Today I will kill you to seek justice for my master."

As the woman spoke, she stabbed with her sword.

But this time, Ning Chuan didn't hide, and even the aura didn't arise all over his body, and his body did not move. He calmly watched the woman, even though the woman stabbed him with a sword, he didn't dodge.

Seeing that she was about to pierce Ning Chuan's chest, the woman's face changed, and the sword in her hand suddenly changed direction, piercing Ning Chuan's shoulder bone.

"Why don't you hide?"

The woman's face was complicated and she glared at Ning Chuan, but there was a sad look in her eyes.

"What I owe your master, this sword should be repaid.

Ning Chuan said.

"It's been more than thirty years, what have you been doing? 39

"You didn't know you came back until today?

"Do you know how hard it is for my master to wait for you?"

The woman cried bitterly, and finally slumped on the ground, hugging her knees and crying, as if she was venting her grievances and sufferings for Bai Zhirou for decades.

"Tell me how she got here all these years. 35

Ning Chuan silently came to the woman's side and helped her up from the ground.