There was also a strange look on Zi Kun's face. In his opinion, Li Yan had entered the "earth spot". After years of hard training in seclusion, he had no chance to send Qianji out.

But today Li Yan still came to the outside world alone. Could it be that the bastard hadn't succeeded in promotion yet, or was he disheartened after failing the promotion and didn't want to see anyone anymore?

The words Li Yan was about to ask were suddenly stuck in his throat, and the expression on his face froze for a moment, then returned to normal.

"Oh, he...he is in good condition, wait a moment!" .??.

Li Yan was sweating in his heart, he actually left the Snow Mosquito King in space for decades and ignored it.

After saying that, Li Yan waved his hand to Zikun to stop him from continuing to ask, and a ray of consciousness quickly sank into the "earth spots".

On a mountain top covered with ice and snow, a huge snow mosquito with a body length of about five feet was lying on an ice crystal cliff. Its whole body was crystal clear and its body was translucent.

With each breath, white air currents circulated in his body, making him look very strange.

The giant snow mosquito was staring at the spring-flowered river at the foot of the mountain and yawned inadvertently.

There were two snow mosquitoes that were only one foot in size nestling next to him.

"King, let's go back to the palace!"

One of the snow mosquitoes has a clear voice.

The Snow Mosquito King was still lying motionless, its huge mouthparts resting on the ice in front of it, looking weak.

"Okay, you go back first!"

He simply said this sentence, and then fell silent again, looking down with drooped eyelids.

The two snow mosquitoes, as crystal clear as ice sculptures, knew that their king was in a low mood. This had been the case for more than thirty years since he was promoted to a third-level monster.

In the first few days, my king was excitedly looking for the purple elephant.

Although they didn't find it, they were still extremely excited, which also made them, the concubines, collapse in the cave one by one, unable to move for several days.

Later, his own king kept sending messages, but no one responded, which made him feel worse and worse.

Until a period of time later, his temper became particularly violent, and he even killed some tribesmen who displeased him...

Later, he gradually became more and more silent, often lying in one place motionless for a whole day.

After the two snow mosquitoes flew away, the Snow Mosquito King stared feebly at the eternal river water below, watching them flow away without hesitation.

"Are you all dead? How can I get out? If I can't get out in my whole life, what's the use of practicing higher..."

His mind began to repeat the thoughts he had thought about countless times.

Over the years, he has tried countless methods, but he can't get out of this space at all. It can even be said that there is no way to the sky and no way to the earth.

Here, he is now invincible, but what's the use?

Therefore, the Snow Mosquito King was initially full of hope, but all his energy was slowly being worn away, and he was almost completely depressed.

"The peak of the early stage of the third level, cultivation level

That’s it!”

Just when the Snow Mosquito King was drowsy, suddenly a familiar-sounding voice came to his ears.

But he just moved his head and did not open his eyes. This kind of thing had happened to him countless times in his dreams.

The only difference each time was that the content of what he said was different. The same thing was that as soon as he opened his eyes, there was nothing left.

"It seems that you are very comfortable here and don't want to go out!"

As soon as the Snow Mosquito King put his head in a more comfortable position, the voice came again.

This time, the Snow Mosquito King opened his eyes with some confusion and looked around. When he looked up at the sky, his huge body shook violently.

Then he shook his head vigorously and stared at the sky carefully. There was indeed a figure standing there. He stammered in disbelief.

"Master...Master?"

"Well, I have been in retreat at the foot of the mountain for these years. Now that the retreat is over, I am going out. What about you?"

"It's really... it's... master..."

Li Yan said no more. In a flash of consciousness, he and the Snow Mosquito King disappeared from the top of the snow mountain.

In the bamboo courtyard.

"Master, you are too young to think so. I...I...are practicing hard inside, but...but..."

"Okay, I've been practicing there for the past few decades. If you don't believe me, you can ask Zi Kun!"

Li Yan sat next to the stone table, looking at Qianji with tears and runny noses without changing his expression.

"You bastard, you are a third-level monster who goes into seclusion once, and decades are gone in a blink of an eye. How can you be so ignorant of your self-respect? It's really a shame.

The master has also been in seclusion there for more than fifty years, why are you so complaining?"

"Ah...really? Why don't I feel the master's aura? Even if I feel it a little bit, I know that I can still come out in this life!"

Qianji looked at Zikun with tearful eyes, a look of surprise and hesitation on his face.

"Okay, Zi Kun, tell him about the situation here, and I'll go out for a while!"

Li Yan looked at Zikun with a normal expression, not wanting to stay here anymore, and then stood up and drifted away.

"Zangxue, stop talking about your nonsense, let me tell you about the situation here!

This is the master's sect. Not only can there be fights, but there is also endless drinking of good wine, and the female cultivators are all very tall..."

"This is the master's sect, are we back to the Desolate Moon Continent?

...Oh, forget about this, you said there are many female nuns? How beautiful are they? Do they have big breasts and big butts..."

The tears suddenly disappeared from the face of Qianji, who had turned into a young man in white. His eyes were shining, and he grabbed Zikun, and something shiny appeared at the corner of his mouth!

Li Yan quickly arrived at the main hall ahead. The person on duty today was Fourth Senior Sister Miao Wangqing.

, when Miao Wangqing saw Li Yan, she was stunned at first, and then her big eyes were filled with resentment and tears.

"Junior brother, you are finally out of seclusion!"

Li Yan's originally smiling face was stagnant. He didn't know why everyone who saw him today shed tears.

"I...I'm just asking people to miss me like this?"

Later, under Li Yan's questioning, he finally found out what happened over the years.

Li Wuyi is also in retreat now, and his second brother and third brother have gone out to do tasks. Li Yan doesn't think anything of it. This is the normal life of a monk.

But when he heard that the fifth and seventh senior brothers had exhausted their lifespan and died one after another, Li Yan was stunned.

This was something he never expected before, or in other words, now he has temporarily ignored Shouyuan's time.

For a moment, Li Yan was silent in the main hall.

…………

"Master, senior brother, let me take my junior brother there. Disciples can still do these things..."

That was the first time he saw Lin Daqiao. He was the first person besides Li Wuyi who treated him most enthusiastically, which made Li Yan's somewhat restrained heart begin to become less nervous.

"Isn't it? You still call me 'little junior brother', then why don't I call junior brother Li senior brother Li..."

That was the scene when Miao Wangqing looked at Lin Daqiao with a playful look on his face, and he looked unhappy.

"Junior brother, not far ahead is where we live. I heard that there used to be many houses here, but a hundred years ago..."

This is the scene when Lin Daqiao took Li Yan to find a bamboo courtyard to live in. He talked non-stop and introduced Xiaozhufeng all the way.

"These are also spiritual weapons, but they are of a lower level. The clothes can be used as simple protection, and the boots can be used in battle..."

This is the scene where Lin Daqiao introduced Li Yan, who came into contact with the spiritual weapon for the first time...

From then on, Li Yan really came into contact with the most basic introduction to cultivating immortals, and scenes of the past kept passing through Li Yan's heart!

To be honest, he didn't have much contact with his fifth senior brother Wen Xinliang. Although he felt equally regretful in his heart, it was not as much of a shock as hearing Lin Daqiao's death.

When Miao Wangqing talked about these things, she also forgot about her own affairs.

Things that had passed many years ago reminded her of her two junior brothers again, and her eye circles immediately turned red.

After Li Yan was silent for a while, he sighed softly.

"It's hard to predict the path to immortality. The two senior brothers have been on the road to reincarnation for decades, and now they may have embarked on the path to immortality again. Maybe we will meet again one day."

It is also possible for immortal cultivators to retrieve the memories of their past lives, but the possibility is almost zero.

The skills that they had practiced in their previous lives were special, which resulted in their souls being unusually powerful, and they also had some strong obsessions in their hearts that they couldn't let go of.

That way, when they step onto the path of immortality again and reach the Mahayana realm, they may be able to remember themselves.

There are some things in the past life, but almost no one can do this.

First, after reincarnation, it is extremely difficult to regain spiritual roots. Among the huge group of mortals, it is only one in a hundred thousand or one million.

The second is that even including the monks in the fairy world, it is estimated that not many people can cultivate to the Mahayana stage.

Even the Qianzhong Zhenjun, whom Li Yan believed to have real magical power, and the Guishui Immortal Sect Master, whom he had never met before, probably didn't reach that level.

But Li Yan's statement can also be regarded as a kind of sustenance.
To be continued...