Body temperature passes gradually over time.

The body temperature gradually dropped, and the eyelids felt like they were weighing heavily and were about to close.

Speaking of this matter, there is much humiliation. The dignified monks, one of whom is in the Nascent Soul stage, are trapped under the ruins, unable to break free, and are lingering.

"Xianyuan, disciple..." Ning Jiya gasped and gently patted the side of Li Xianyuan's face. She also touched half of the thick blood on her face.

Ning Jiya's face flushed with anxiety, her body trembled and she clung to her, her tears slowly dripped down and landed on Li Xianyuan's face.

"Master, I'm not dead yet..."

At this moment, a subtle moan of pain came into Ning Jiya's ears, like the sound of nature.

Having been rescued twice by her apprentice, and now being so ambiguously close to each other, Ning Jiya herself didn't notice that her attitude towards Li Xianyuan had changed slightly.

Ning Jiya sniffed and said with a slight tremor in her voice: "Don't fall asleep while I'm talking to you..."

"Don't sleep..." The faint sound of mosquitoes sounded.

Shedding tears quietly, Ning Jiya forced a smile and said: "You kid, you are so cunning. You say you don't want to sleep, but who knows if that will really be the case.

"Pull the hook..." The cold palm grabbed her catkin.

Ning Jiya wiped her tears and smiled shyly. She stretched out her little finger and tightly hooked Li Xianyuan's finger.

"Then make a deal. If you fall asleep, I will never forgive you in this life."

"Well..." Li Xianyuan nodded slightly.

"Eighty years ago, when I was just eight years old, I ran away from my family due to a quarrel and came to the Chunyang Sect."

"It was unintentional, but I didn't expect that I was selected as a registered disciple of the Chunyang Sect with my spiritual roots. When I was young, I thought that cultivation could be like a shadow puppet who could fly in the sky and escape from the earth and do anything. So I put aside my thoughts about my family and practiced with peace of mind.

stand up."

"At first I was so clumsy that I couldn't even take care of myself. Fortunately, a girl about my age helped me. Not only could I take care of myself, but I also successfully cultivated my energy. As autumn turned to winter, I started to miss home after being away from home for a long time."

"On New Year's Eve, I finally couldn't stand it any longer and ran down the mountain to return home. The streets were covered with snow, and there were piles of snow on both sides of the street. Only in front of my house was a thick layer of snow piled up, and no one cleaned it."

Ning Jiya's voice gradually became softer, as if she was lost in memories. "It's been more than half a year since I left. My mother has been bedridden since then. And my father has no intention of taking care of the business. It plummeted and he simply closed down the shop. What he got was

The money was used to search around for my whereabouts. The maids and servants dispersed, leaving only my personal maid who grew up with me."

Ning Jiya felt extremely guilty and hurriedly went to call the doctor. The doctor said that her mother had a heart disease and that if she came back, the heart disease would go away.

After that, Ning Jiya stayed at home for three days. As the doctor said, her mother's health gradually improved. There was gradually more laughter and laughter in the deserted home.

This trip down the mountain was done secretly. If her sect knew about it, she would inevitably be punished. So on the night of the third day of the first lunar month, Ning Jiya revealed the truth to her parents and knelt in front of the door all night. No matter how they pulled her, she still refused.

rise.

Ning Jiya knew that her parents would not blame her, but they were happy that their daughter could cultivate and become an immortal.

Since ancient times, women who serve their parents have become dragons and phoenixes. But Ning Jiya knows very well that once she embarks on the path of cultivation, she will no longer have anything to do with the world and will cut off all contacts. So she knelt down because she did not observe filial piety and could not be with her parents.

The disciple disappeared, and the sect sent an elder to go out to search... She found Ning Jiya and saw her kneeling in front of her house all night. The elder liked Ning Jiya's character and accepted her after taking me back to the peak.

As a disciple, that elder became Ning Jiya's master, that is, Li Xianyuan's master.

There are no years on the mountain. At first, Ning Jiya would go down the mountain to reunite with her parents in the first month of every year. It was like the same day for twenty years. Until the third year passed, she was already thirty, and from that year on, Ning Jiya never went down the mountain again.

Visit parents.

She is escaping.

Every year when I go back, I see my parents’ temples turning white, their stature stooped, and their faces wrinkled. They are getting older little by little.

Ning Jiya has the will but has no power. Most of the longevity elixirs in the world can only be used by people with spiritual roots. Only heavenly materials and earthly treasures, immortal things can be eaten by mortals to extend life. But those heavenly materials and earthly treasures can prolong life.

, how could it be that only Ning Jiya, who was in the Bigu stage, could get involved.

And this escape lasted thirty years...

Time makes people grow old. Ning Jiya has seen countless brothers, sisters, and sisters gradually grow old due to insufficient cultivation. Some are still persisting, and some have gone down the mountain. I don't know whether it is because they have joined the world to practice, or they have given up their ambition to become immortals.

When Ning Jiya went down the mountain to go home again, she was already an elder of Yangqing Peak and had cultivated to the late stage of Jindan.

When she returned home, she found that things had changed and the owner of the house had changed. It was now a young couple and their daughter. After much hesitation, Ning Jiya asked them about the whereabouts of her parents.

The answer I got was: There is a cemetery on the western outskirts of the city.

My father passed away three years ago, and my mother passed away seven years ago.

When Ning Jiya rushed there, her parents' graves were next to each other, and she met someone there. Her personal maid Lianxiang. Knowing that Ning Jiya would come back, she built a hut next to the cemetery and guarded the graves of Ning Jiya's parents.

Several years ago."

Lian Xiang is already in her sixties, her hair is gray in the evening and she is old. Standing with Ning Jiya, she is like an ancestor or grandson.

Ning Jiya wanted to take Lian Xiang back to the mountain, but she did not refuse. However, she asked Ning Jiya to go back to her old house to pick up something, saying that it was left for her by her parents.

Returning to her old house, Ning Jiya obtained a jade hairpin that was left behind by her parents. It was a dowry left by her parents.

Ning Jiya held the jade hairpin tightly, feeling dazed and weeping.

Cultivators will surely suffer this calamity. You can only watch the people you know and love grow old, their gray beards and hair turning into loess. You are left alone, alone in the world.

Bringing Lianxiang back to the sect. Ning Jiya no longer lives in the cave, but builds a new mansion, built according to the style of the mortal world. Lianxiang is left in the mansion to take care of her old age. Every eight years, there are new disciples

Getting started. Ning Jiya's mentality changed and she was no longer the ignorant little girl she was before. She began to accept disciples.

After speaking, Ning Jiya laid her head against Li Xianyuan's chest.

I can't feel my heartbeat or body temperature.

"Li Xianyuan, are you listening..."

Ning Jiya called softly, and the one who responded to her was Li Xianyuan. Gradually, the finger of her little thumb slipped away, and there was no sound anymore.

Tears burst out of her eyes uncontrollably. Ning Jiya was sobbing and choking while still telling the story.

It seemed like she hadn't been this sad for a long time.

"There are...there are several relatives in the clan. When I went there again, I no longer recognized those people. The only ones still alive were...only my uncle. He once hugged me when I was young, and now

, will only smile and ask me, ask me, girl, where are you from..."

After saying this, Ning Jiya couldn't bear it any longer. She lay on Li Xianyuan's chest, which had lost its heaving strength, and cried bitterly.
Chapter completed!