Seeking Immortality

When Xu Qingfan was about to reach the main hall of Changchun Residence, he found that the lush flowers, plants and trees around the main hall for more than ten years had all withered at some point! What made him even more panic was that there were two three-meter white silks and several white flowers hanging at the main door of Changchun Residence!

These are things that only appear when a person dies and decorates the mourning hall!

Could it be that someone died in Changchun Residence?

Xu Qingfan's heart began to panic.

Because Lu Huayan yearned for immortality and was aloof by nature, there were only four people living in Changchun Residence until now, namely Xu Qingfan, his master Lu Huayan, his senior brother Yue Qingru, and the new junior brother Nangong Qingshan.

The dead person should not be Nangong Qingshan, he was just over 20 years old, and the "Withering and Flourishing Art" he practiced was very different from the one Xu Qingfan practiced because it had been modified many times by Lu Huayan, and the safety was greatly increased. And even if he died, with his status, he could not let the master hang three meters of white silk in front of the door.

Could it be Brother Yue Qingru? Not likely. Although Yue Qingru is now 125 years old, with his current cultivation in the late stage of Bigu, he is still far from reaching the limit of the limit. Moreover, he is practicing the "Changchun Dafa" which is known to have the strongest vitality. In addition, he is well-read and proficient in health preservation. It stands to reason that he would not die so soon.

Could it be Master? Xu Qingfan suddenly remembered that Yue Qingru said that the trees around Changchun Residence were planted by Master's wife 200 years ago. The reason why it is still so lush now is that his master Lu Huayan is supporting it with the strong wood spirit in his body. And now looking around, the giant trees around Changchun Residence, where is there any sign of lushness? Thinking of the old and decayed appearance of his master before his retreat, Xu Qingfan's heart was in chaos. But subconsciously, he still refused to believe it.

"Master has profound skills, how could he die so easily?" Xu Qingfan tried to comfort himself while suppressing his panic, but when he thought of the old look of Lu Huayan last time, the ominous premonition in Xu Qingfan's heart became stronger and stronger.

Thinking of this, Xu Qingfan dared not think more and walked towards the main hall hesitantly, wanting to deny the bad guess in his heart, but afraid to find that the facts were as terrible as he guessed.

But when Xu Qingfan stepped into the main hall, the scene he saw made his heart sink all of a sudden. He saw a purple wooden coffin placed in the main hall, while his senior brother Yue Qingru, who was dressed in plain clothes, was fiddling with the furnishings in the main hall with a sad face, and his junior brother Nangong Qingshan was lighting the white candle next to the coffin. Next to the coffin was an old man with a majestic figure, also with a face full of grief.

Behind the coffin, a spirit tablet was written with eight big characters "The seat of Lu Huayan of Jiuhuamen"! !

Seeing all this, Xu Qingfan felt a roar in his head, staring blankly at the tablet, and just froze.

Lu Huayan, his master with great magical powers, the Lu Huayan who gave him hope in despair, died just like that?

Xu Qingfan couldn't believe his eyes, but the facts in front of him made him unbelievable. He hoped that he was dreaming, but he hadn't dreamed for a long time since he started cultivating immortals.

"Master..." Xu Qingfan unconsciously walked towards the coffin in the middle of the mourning hall step by step. In the coffin, Lu Huayan lay quietly inside, his face was old and bloodless, where was the usual majesty and solemnity? Slowly kneeling in front of Lu Huayan's coffin, he wanted to say something, but he was choked and couldn't speak.

When Xu Qingfan first worshipped Lu Huayan, because Lu Huayan used him as an experiment, he did have all kinds of bad opinions about Lu Huayan in his heart, and even had some resistance. But after ten years of getting along, ten years of Lu Huayan's teaching and care, Xu Qingfan's dissatisfaction when he first became a disciple has long disappeared, and what remains is the deep respect and love of the disciple for the master.

It was Lu Huayan who saved him in despair and brought him into the world of cultivation. The seriousness on his face when he carefully guided his practice, and the smile on his mouth when he gave him the magic weapon, seemed to be yesterday. Looking back, the scene at that time is still so vivid, but now, he is gone?

It's not that Xu Qingfan has never experienced life and death, because a nine-leaf Ganoderma lucidum and a blue-eyed cloud hoof beast razed his home, and all his clansmen, including his parents, were killed. But after all, Xu Qingfan didn't see it with his own eyes, so although he was sad, he could still control it.

But at this time, seeing his master die with his own eyes, and thinking of his parents and clansmen who had died many years ago, Xu Qingfan's grief could no longer be controlled.

"Second Junior Brother, you came a step late and didn't get to see Master for the last time." Just when Xu Qingfan couldn't help sobbing, his senior brother Yue Qingru's voice rang beside him, full of grief.

"When did Master pass away?" Xu Qingfan asked, suppressing the pain in his heart.

"Last night at 3 pm. Not long after you closed your eyes, Master said he didn't have time anymore, so he decided to practice "Withering and Flourishing Art" and ended up getting possessed..." Yue Qingru couldn't help but choke up as he spoke.

"Why didn't you notify me?"

"When I found out that Master was possessed, I quickly went to ask the elders in the sect for help, but it was too late. Before Master died, I wanted to ask you to see Master for the last time, but Master said that you were at a critical time in your cultivation and didn't want me to disturb you." Yue Qingru replied.

Hearing this, Xu Qingfan could no longer control the inexplicable grief in his heart, and before he knew it, two lines of tears slowly slid down.

"Did the master leave any words before he left?" Xu Qingfan kept thinking about everything about himself and his master in his heart. After a long silence, he suddenly looked up and asked Yue Qingru.

"Before his death, the old master said that he was tired and he had seen through it." When he said this, Yue Qingru could no longer hold back and cried bitterly. The crying of an old man with white hair added to the sad atmosphere in the mourning hall.

"Did the master say that he had seen through it?" Xu Qingfan whispered to himself. Hearing Yue Qingru's words, Xu Qingfan's mood suddenly became a little better. "That's good, it's good to be able to see it. I think the master will also be very calm when he leaves."

Since Xu Qingfan met Lu Huayan, he felt that he was always working hard to plan for immortality. In order to be immortal, he tried every method and used every means. In order to achieve immortality, he was a loner by nature. He even accepted disciples one after another at the last moment, just to test the fragments of the "Withering and Flourishing Art" whose effect was unknown. Sometimes, even Xu Qingfan could clearly see the fatigue and boredom in his eyes.

Many times, Xu Qingfan also wondered if his master had paid too much for immortality? When he finally found that he had only ended up with nothing, would he feel extremely desperate? Fortunately, at the last moment, Lu Huayan still saw through it. This also made Xu Qingfan feel much better. At least, the master was not very painful when he left.

"Are you Xu Qingfan, the disciple of Huayan?" The old man who had been standing next to the coffin without speaking suddenly asked in a gentle voice.

Xu Qingfan only noticed the old man who had been standing in front of Lu Huayan's coffin at this time. He saw that he had a majestic figure, but a kind face and a soft tone, which seemed very elder-like.

Hearing the old man call Lu Huayan "Huayan", Xu Qingfan knew that this old man was not only close to his master Lu Huayan, but also at least of the same generation as Lu Huayan. So after hearing the old man's question, Xu Qingfan suppressed his grief, stood up quickly and answered respectfully: "I am Xu Qingfan, may I ask who you are, senior..."

"My name is Xiao Huazhe, and I am Huayan's senior brother." The old man said lightly.

"Disciple greets uncle." Xu Qingfan hurriedly greeted him after hearing the old man say so.

"Well, before Huayan left, he asked me to fulfill his promise to you on his behalf." Xiao Huazhe nodded to Xu Qingfan, seemed satisfied with his politeness, and then said in a gentle tone.

"Master's promise to me?" Xu Qingfan asked back in confusion, unable to remember what Lu Huayan had promised him, and even couldn't let it go even if he died.

"Huayan said that because he asked you to practice the "Withering and Flourishing Art" so hard, your Taoism is far inferior to that of ordinary cultivators. Even with the help of magic tools, your strength is still weak. And he said that if you can't avenge your people with your strength, he will personally kill the blue-eyed cloud-hoofed beast on your behalf. This is his promise to you before. But now he is gone, and he is worried before his death, so he asked me to fulfill this promise on his behalf."

When Xu Qingfan heard the old man's words, his mind couldn't help but recall the scene of his first meeting with Master Lu Huayan, and the sadness that he had just suppressed with great difficulty broke out again.

"Master!!!" Xu Qingfan knelt down in front of Lu Huayan's coffin again, and kowtowed three times again, for Lu Huayan was still thinking about his family feud when he was dying.

"The deceased is gone, so don't be too sad. Since Huayan said he had seen through it before he died, he should have left calmly. Although he will fall into reincarnation again, he will no longer have the burden of immortality, which is not a bad thing. You disciples should be happy for him." Xiao Huazhe comforted Xu Qingfan who was kneeling on the ground and Yue Qingru who had been crying with his face covered, and at the same time, he glanced at Nangong Qingshan who had been watching coldly with a little dissatisfaction.

"Yes, I understand." Xu Qingfan lowered his head and replied, but he still knelt in front of Lu Huayan's coffin.

Xiao Huazhe was about to say something else, but suddenly his expression changed slightly, snorted coldly, and said, "Someone is coming."

Just when Xu Qingfan and others in the mourning hall were puzzled by Xiao Huazhe's words, suddenly a majestic and powerful voice sounded, and the voice seemed to spread throughout the entire Jiuhua Mountain.

"The headmaster is here."