Longevity: One life at the beginning, cultivation base depends on dogs

Outside the gate of the Shenxing Sect, some of the people stationed in the sky flew into the air, and some stood and watched.

In the distance, one battleship after another slowly approached.

At the very front, the only three remaining Yuan Infancy cultivators of the Shenxing Sect were stepping into the sky.

They are Kunli, Liyu Peak Lord, and Wufa Peak Peak Lord Qi Yu.

On the battleship, the remaining disciples looked solemn.

When he set out on the expedition, he had an army of hundreds of thousands of monks, and when he returned, he did not save one in ten.

The imaginary warm welcome did not appear, and everyone looked solemnly at the sky.

Watch as battleships pass over their heads.

On that day, the Shenxing Sect was dressed in white.

Jiang Mu once again returned to the hut where he had lived, which was far from the central area, and after Jiang Mu left, few people came, and no one would touch this wooden house.

Jiang Mu grabbed a few fish from the river and began to cook the dishes.

It didn't take long for someone to arrive.

The people who came were the three of Kun Li, who had already taken off their armor and put on a white coat.

"Junior Brother Jiang, we're back!"

"Senior Brother Jiang, we're back..." The

three stood outside the small courtyard, looking at Jiang Mu.

"It's good to come back, it's good to come back..." Jiang

Mu warmly invited the three into the house.

"Wait a minute, the fish will be ready..." After

a while, the hot fish soup was served on the table.

"The war in the Fallen God Forbidden Zone has been decided, and over the years, I have also heard many legends about Senior Brother Kun..."

Jiang Muhe smiled, pulling the wrinkles on his face.

"Actually, it doesn't matter if you win or lose, as long as everyone comes back alive..." The

three looked at Jiang Mu and were silent.

"What's wrong with this?"

"Everyone should be happy when they get together again."

Jiang Mu saw that the atmosphere was a little wrong, and quickly asked.

"Senior Brother Jiang, do you remember what I said, if you come back, let me tell you the story."

Jia Weier stretched out her jade hand, gently stroked Jiang Mu's cheek, and said with a light smile:

"Senior Brother Jiang, you are old again..." After

all these years of war, Jia Weier's face was visible to the naked eye fatigue and maturity.

"Where to start, let's start when we converged with Senior Brother Bai Yu..."

Jia Weier began to recount their experiences over the years.

Her tone was flat, even when she said that she was in danger.

Some Jiang Mu had heard of it, and some Jiang Mu had not heard of it.

Time flowed slowly, and when Jia Weier finished speaking, it was almost dark.

"Senior Brother Jiang, fortunately you didn't go..."

Finally, Jia Weier looked sad.

Jiang Mu also listened to a rough idea.

The invincible Senior Brother Bai Yu, the genius who was once not weaker than others, in a big battle in order to cover the retreat of several people in Kunli, Daoji was damaged, even if a large amount of elixir spirit herbs were used, it was only able to preserve the cultivation of the early stage of Jindan, and he could not go further in this life.

In these years of life and death, Jia Weier also secretly felt affection for Bai Yu, and the two became a Taoist couple.

And Qingdai, in order to block the knife for Kunli, was pierced through the dantian by the Jin Dan monk, although it had some impact on the cultivation, but fortunately it could be repaired slowly.

Kun Li was even more murderous to the point of numbness, and he couldn't remember how many people were buried under his hands.

Jiang Mu looked at the three of them, and the three of them were full of thoughts and thoughts.

Among them, about the matter of the method of ascension, Kun Li also kept his mouth shut about himself.

"Senior Brother Kun, don't you have anything to say to me?"

Jiang Mu looked at Kun Li with a shining gaze.

When Kun Li heard this, he looked at Jiang Mu.

"Junior

Brother Jiang, I heard that you have left the Shenxing Sect?"

Finally, Kun Li asked.

"Yes, I left two years ago."

"But I heard that the Kyushu Alliance returned home with a great victory, and I want to meet you again."

Jiang Mu replied honestly.

"Why go? Can't you stay in the sect to retire?

Kun Li asked anxiously.

"Hehe, Senior Brother Kun, I don't have much to live with, and I want to go back to my hometown for the rest of the day."

Jiang Mu confessed, "This can also be regarded as a fallen leaf returning to its roots."

Jiang Mu didn't want to let the parting be so sad, he obviously thought about leaving quietly.

"It's good that the fallen leaves return to their roots..."

muttered Kunli, and then said with a wry smile: "I am different from Junior Brother Jiang, and now my roots are left with the Shenxing Sect." "

Old Ancestor, Master Venerable and Senior Uncles are gone, I want to provoke the Great Liang of the Shenxing Sect."

"Me too, Master died in battle, I want to inherit his mantle."

Jia Weier also spoke, "I don't want to disappoint him. "

Qingdai not to mention, she definitely wants to stay by Kunli's side.

"Oh, you said that you, why do you look like you're going to die, I'm just saying goodbye to you, and I'm not really going to die."

Jiang Mu saw that the atmosphere was always a little lonely, stood up, like a senior, pointed at Jia Wei'er and said: "Junior Sister Jia, since you and Senior Brother Bai Yu are married as a Taoist couple, then Senior Brother, I will first wish you a good union for a hundred years and give birth to two more big fat people; Then

he clicked Kunli and Qingdai twice.

"Senior Brother Kun, Senior Sister Qing, when the time comes, you will become the Sect Master of the Shenxing Sect and the Sect Master's wife, but you must carry forward the Shenxing Sect and not live up to the last wishes of your ancestors."

"In the end, on the road of cultivation, everyone has their own path to take, no matter what the final result is, on the way, after experiencing many landscapes and meeting friends like you, there will be no regrets."

"It is a very lucky thing to meet, to meet, to know, to separate."

When the three heard this, their eyes were slightly stunned.

Yes, they were affected by the war and took parting too seriously.

Peaceful, happy, and comfortable to live a life, there seems to be nothing to be sad.

"Haha, yes, it's because we think too much, and if we can recognize a friend like Junior Brother Jiang, there are no regrets on the road of life."

Kun Li laughed.

"That's it, life is dashing."

After Jiang Mu's words, the atmosphere was obviously much higher.

Parting does not have to be reluctant, where life does not meet, where life does not part.

That night, Jiang Mu and the four took out the good wine of the immortal world and drank it all night.

From the time they met, they remembered their bits and pieces.

In the life of a monk, the life span is so long, it is indeed a blessing to have a friend, a journey, and three or two interesting things.

After a night of not getting drunk and not returning, the heart knots of several people also opened, talking and laughing, and the laughter spread far away.

The next morning, when the three of Kun Li woke up, Jiang Mu's figure was gone.

In fact, even if it is the wine of the Immortal Cultivation World, it is not easy for cultivators to get drunk.

As long as you think, you can come to your senses at any time.

But none of the three did so.

It's just that when Jiang Mu left, they all sensed it, but the three of them knew it.

Junior Brother Jiang, let's go.

Kun Li squeezed Qingdai's hand, this junior disciple who started with him had no regrets, and he should also find his own way.

The more he understood this world, the more painful it became, and the secret hidden in Kunli's heart was never told to Jiang Mu and the others.

"Junior Brother Jiang walked very freely, and we shouldn't have regrets."

Qingdai smiled slightly, knowing Jiang Mu, she felt very lucky, and subconsciously grabbed Kunli's arm.

"Senior Brother Jiang is gone."

Jia Weier also shook her head and got up and picked up a small clay figure in front of the table.

This is what Jiang Mu left behind.

Stroking this little clay figure, its appearance was the same as his own, but it was more immature, and it was the same as when he first met Senior Brother Jiang.

At that time, she was still a curious girl, pestering Senior Brother Jiang to watch others knead clay people in the mortal city.

Jia Weier slowly stroked the clay figure, and the familiar silhouette of the clay figure in front of her gradually blurred.