Unprecedented Pill Refiner: Entitled Ninth Young Lady

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A few days later, after the monsoon smoke left Jijia, the first time I came to the front door of Jijia, Linghe and others followed her. They didn’t do anything else, just to send them to their hearts. The person who is most admired.

When the door of the family opened slowly, the emirates and other people came out with a sullen face. A man, holding an urn with the back, did not have a good face when the family saw the monsoon smoke.

Only Ji Linglong, after seeing the monsoon smoke, nodded slightly to her.

"According to the rules, the fifth is to be buried in the ancestral grave of Jijia. The ancestral grave is outside the city. It is still early in the sky. Let's go back early." The emirate didn't look at the monsoon smoke. After saying this, it went on. carriage.

The eyes of Ling He and others, after seeing the casket of Ji Yan, the eyes have not been transferred, but a word has not been sent, but it is already red eyes, even if it is a seven-foot man, can not help but grief in the heart.

Until the next person holding the urn is on the carriage, Ling He only reluctantly removed their sight.

A group of big men, eyes are red.

"Miss, let's go quickly." Ling He got up.

However, the expression of the monsoon smoke is not quite right.

As early as the casket appeared, the monsoon smoke has already noticed, although Ji Ji is only the father of the original master, but as the monsoon smoke that became the original owner, it can be regarded as his half father, in love, the monsoon The smoke should replace the original lord and respect the filial piety.

but……

She always felt that something was wrong.

"Miss?" Seeing the monsoon smoke delayed, there was no action, Linghe asked in a low voice.

The monsoon smoke suddenly returned to the line of sight, and nodded slightly and got on the carriage.

In the carriage, the fire was sitting inside, and when the monsoon smoke came in thoughtfully, the eyes could not help but stick to her.

"How?" asked the fire.

The monsoon smoke shook his head and looked out of the window.

For others, the naked eye is limited, but for the immortal, they see more than ordinary people.

The death of Ji Xian has been around for a while, and the bones have been burned into dust, even the most intimate people have not been able to tell.

but……

Even if the body dies, but the soul that flows on the bones will not be so fast.

People will die, but they will still leave a little soul. Those souls will dissipate a little bit with time. It will not disappear until about a year. In the previous world, the monsoon smoke has seen it. I went to my master to pray for the bones of the ancestors. I still remember that at that time, the body of the ancestors had turned into a blackened heart, and there was no breath. But when her master prayed, the monsoon smoke saw the teacher faintly. On the corpse of the ancestors, there was a glimpse of the soul.

That soul is the last thought of the deceased who stayed in time, and could not be completely dissipated because of the care of the world.

It is faintly remembered, when the spirit of the ancestors floated and half-empty, and the last touch of smile was revealed to her and Master, and then the last trace of the heart was lost, and the soul disappeared without a trace.

However, just in the moment, the monsoon smoke did not feel the slightest soul on the ashes of the season.

It stands to reason that Ji Yan died in the battlefield, there is still a daughter in the family, it is dead, and the touch in the soul will not dissipate so quickly...

"Isn't it time too long, you can see it when you need to pray?" The monsoon smoke touched the chin, if you think.