The Host is Getting Beautiful Every Day

   Chapter 1670 The Humble Furnace of Noble Immortals (18)

  The Immortal Venerable in white clothes stood up from the futon. He pushed open the casement and saw the bright moon stretched for thousands of miles, the wind was blowing, the branches of thousands of mountains and valleys swayed, and the shadows fell on the ground.

  The night scene of Xuanqingzong is very beautiful, and it doesn't seem to be much different from a hundred years ago.

   Just a hundred years ago, he was not the Immortal Ruoxu who was admired by countless people in the Xuanqing Sect.

   At that time, he was also called Ling Ruoxu, but his identity was extremely humble, he was just a poor student in some mortal frontier town, reading at night and struggling to find the title of the golden list.

   He lost his father and mother since he was a child, and he lived a lonely life. Fortunately, the young daughter of the wealthy family next door adore him, and has been secretly helping Ling Ruoxu and stuffing him with a lot of things.

   Relying on Mrs. Tang that the little girl stuffed in the winter night, and all kinds of food, he would not freeze to death in the winter night.

  Relying on the various pen and paper and books sent by the other party, he has been able to maintain his ambition to learn.

  …

   To say that Ling Ruoxu didn't like this little green plum in her heart, it would be a lie.

  Otherwise, with his arrogant personality, he would not agree to marry Su Qinghuan, nor would he take the initiative to promise her when Qingmei was crying that even if she came to the capital and was photographed by a famous lady, he would never let her down.

   However, compared to the Great Path of Longevity, the love between these little children is still too shallow.

  Even the emperor got the supreme power in the mortal world, and he was addicted to medicine pills, trying in vain to live forever and never die.

   Then he was just a commoner scholar at the time, and the Taoist priest said that his roots were excellent. What was wrong with him yearning for the world of immortals?

  It's just a matter of blame, fate has a different path.

   With Su Qinghuan's family background and appearance at that time, even without him, it was very easy to find a man of the same age who liked her in that small mountain village to accompany her for the rest of her life.

   It's just that Ling Ruoxu didn't expect that his childhood sweetheart was so fierce, even after 20 years, from the graceful girl to the beautiful hair on the temples, all waiting for him.

  Ling Ruoxu didn't go to his hometown in person. A person who cultivates immortals should be cut off as soon as possible. The gap between him and his former fiancee is too big. Even if they meet, what's the use? !

   is nothing but trouble for both parties.

   Qingmei couldn't see through this, but Ling Ruoxu took it for granted.

  …

   In order to repay the kindness that Qingmei had given to him in the past, Ling Ruoxu also sent a Taoist boy under the door to bring medicine pills to offer condolences.

   That elixir is not enough for mortals to be immortal, but it is also enough for ordinary people to rejuvenate and rejuvenate their lives without sickness and pain.

   He wanted Ome to forget him and live a new life.

   But she accepted the medicine pill, but distributed it to her parents, and then jumped into the river in red...

  Ling Ruoxu was a little surprised when he heard the report from the disciple, but after so many years of cultivation, Ling Ruoxu has become less concerned about life, old age, sickness and death.

   He considered himself to have done his duty.

   This path was chosen by herself.

   No wonder he.

  …

  Ling Ruoxu did not expect that after so many years, the green plum, whom he thought he had long forgotten, would actually fall into a dream today.

   "Is it a demon? This dream is so real..."

   White-robed Immortal Venerable frowned and subconsciously calculated Su Qinghuan's fate.

  The mountain wind blew in along the casement, blowing the robes of the white-robed Immortal Venerable, making him less and less like a person in the world.

  …

   In fact, as early as a hundred years ago, when the childhood sweetheart jumped into the river, Ling Ruoxu also calculated the fate of Su Qinghuan in the afterlife.

   Just because he harbored a faint guilt towards that infatuated fiancee.

   At that time, Ling Ruoxu figured out that Qingmei's soul was separated, the road ahead was dark, and she might not even be able to reincarnate. For this result, Ling Ruoxu felt that maybe it was because Qingmei was too delusional and not willing to reincarnate.

   "It's strange, why after a hundred years, the soul has gathered, and this fate has become more confusing? Is it so long that she still doesn't want to let go of everything in her previous life?"

   White-robed Immortal Venerable's pale lips pursed, his eyes dimmed, and he even began to secretly blame Qingmei for his infatuation.

  As a cultivator, he is most afraid of being entangled in cause and effect. Except for the green plum who jumped into a river a hundred years ago, Ling Ruoxu believes that he is not responsible for anyone in this world.

   If it was because of a deceased person that delayed his great cause of immortality, that would be a big inappropriate.

  Thinking like this, Ling Ruoxu couldn't help but imagine the scene in his dream.

   The woman with black hair and red clothes stabbed the hairpin into his heart and looked at him with contempt.

   The shadow of the candle swayed, and the eyebrows and eyes of the green plum under the phoenix crown were the same as before, but that face could only be regarded as delicate in the world of immortals, but in the dream, because of the resolute demeanor, it glowed with a chilling beauty.

   Not even the woman Ling Ruoxu remembered.

   His childhood sweetheart always looked at him with a shy smile, often leaving things behind before Ling Ruoxu could speak.

It wasn't until the two got engaged at Father Su's idea that Qingmei summoned the courage to talk to him more, but it was just that she liked him so much. I hope that after the two get married, he will not forget her when he goes to the capital. , to come back from the capital early.

   Or even if his name falls to Sun Shan, it doesn't matter, she doesn't want to be an official wife, she just wants to be Ling Ruoxu's little wife.

  …

   Perhaps it was precisely because he knew how much Qingmei loved him that Ling Ruoxu didn't want to believe that the green plum in his dream would watch him die with cold eyes.

   At the last moment of her life, did she really hate him so much?

   Ling Ruoxu felt an inexplicable discomfort in his heart.

   For a while, Ling Ruoxu could not help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

   The fiery spiritual power of his limbs could not be suppressed, and Immortal Venerable White only felt that the pain in his heart became more and more real.

   Just when Ling Ruoxu lost control of his spiritual energy, a strong spiritual energy suddenly entered his heart from behind.

   Someone exclaimed.

   "Ruoxu! How come you are so brave at this time!"

Ling Ruoxu in fluttering white clothes turned around and bowed slightly towards the white-haired old man who appeared out of thin air. This is the only god-turning elder in the Xuanqing Sect who has not yet retreated, and he is also the master who led him into the avenue of longevity. .

   "If you are incompetent, you can't transform this raging fire and spiritual power alone, and you will be worried about me."

  The white-haired old man glanced at his apprentice's thin and pale eyebrows with a sigh, perhaps because of the torment of the fire and the invasion of the demons, his apprentice's condition seemed to be worse than last time.

   "You, you, how can this make the teacher feel at ease to go into seclusion?"

"You are young and talented, but you have been promoted to Nascent Soul Immortal in a hundred years, but you have always suffered from this raging fire and spiritual power. You told the master that you have been reluctant to find a Taoist companion to cross the Hua, is it because of your early death? The little green plum?"

  Ling Ruoxu was stunned, his thin lips pursed tightly, and he respectfully cupped his hands.

   "Master misunderstood, it's just that the disciple knows the situation best. If it's just for the sake of transmuting the raging fire and spiritual power, which woman's life will be wasted for nothing, the disciple thinks it shouldn't be."

   (end of this chapter)