Thirty years of Daxia, and another five years of Spring and Autumn.

It rained continuously all night, and the heirloom curled up in Gu Wen's arms. Seeing water dripping in front of his eyes, he looked up at Gu Wen and called out a few times.

"It's okay, it's just a light rain, the house won't collapse yet."

Gu Wen has long been accustomed to the fact that this house has been around for forty years since Wan Cai became mortal, and it needs to be repaired if it is made of steel and concrete, let alone a wooden house.

If Xiao Yunyi had overhauled it once before, it would have collapsed long ago.

Now he stays here just because Gu Wen has no place he wants to go, and this is the place where his old friend lived.

Suddenly, the door was opened, and a man dressed in white entered the house with rainwater.

Yu Hua looked at the light rain falling inside the house and felt helpless, saying, "Let's go into the cave."

In the cave sky, there are misty white clouds and the spiritual fields are lush with weeds.

Yu Hua took out a special Qiankun bag and poured out the contents. There were letters, elixirs, food, dried fruits from various places, and some small toys.

Gu Wen opened the letters, and the first one was from Jiang Fugui.

After Jiang Fugui left, he used Gu Wen's name to join the outer sect of the Yuqing Sect. Now he is in the advanced stage of Qi training. He has also become a disciple and is now teaching new disciples who have just started.

In addition to thoughts and condolences for himself, the contents of the letters are mostly about trivial matters within the sect.

[Sir, being a god is not as good as I thought. It is better to be an emperor. When will you come out so that I can continue to hang out with you.]

Yu Hua also sat aside and watched, saying: "He does not have the qualifications to practice. He took many elixirs to cut bones and cleanse the marrow in order to practice Qi. Practicing the golden elixir step by step is the limit."

"Five hundred years of golden elixir is enough. This old boy is very ambitious, so he feels tired."

Gu Wen exposed Jiang Fugui mercilessly, and then opened the next letter, which was from Chi Yuzi, and it contained a few short words.

[I listened to you and stayed in the Yuqing sect. When will you come out?]

Yu Hua said: "According to your previous methods, Chi Yuzi's five senses have improved somewhat, and she can now see things."

"Won't she regain her sense of taste and drink first?"

Gu Wen smiled, remembering how drunk Chi Yuzi was when he first met her. Their friendship started with a jar of wine.

The third letter is from Xiao Yunyi.

Without any polite words, he asked him for sword skills in the letter.

"For a guy who doesn't understand the charm, others are just offering condolences. It would be better for you to come and ask me for swordsmanship."

Gu Wen cursed, but his smile didn't show at all. Then he took up a pen with a moire paper and used the words to represent the meaning and the words to represent the sword, and answered Xiao Yunyi's question.

The fourth letter is from Lu Chan. This is also the last letter. The content is a very standard and delicate condolence, but the restraint is a bit unfamiliar.

Gu Wen commented: "This girl is really sure that I am going to die. She speaks carefully and does not mention at all how she is living or what the world outside is like."

Lu Chan seems to be the youngest, a girl of fourteen or fifteen years old, but in fact she has the highest emotional intelligence, but she also looks particularly unfamiliar.

"Is there anyone else?"

Yu Hua replied: "He Huan and Lan Yongning should have gone into retreat. They may not know that ten years have passed."

Most of the geniuses had a relatively high level of cultivation before entering the Immortal Land. People like Chi Yuzi were already True Monarchs, and they often stayed in seclusion for decades at a time.

Seven days passed in a blink of an eye.

Gu Wen bid farewell to Yu Hua and said, "Don't come next time."

Yu Hua smiled like a flower and said, "You have said this no less than three times, but every time you see me, you can't close your mouth from ear to ear."

"Then I won't laugh next time."

"If you don't laugh, I won't bring anything down next time."

They joked a little with each other, this time there was no need to send Gu Wen to the sky, Wu Kong had already lowered a rainbow bridge, and Yu Hua rode the wind like a fairy in the sky, leaving the land of immortality.

Gu Wen's face, which was originally full of gentleness and smile, gradually calmed down and became as cold as a mountain pine tree. He returned to the house and sat down in meditation.

Thirty miles outside the ruined house, mist surrounds it, making it difficult for mortals to enter even ten steps.

There are thousands of imperial envoys stationed all year round. As long as Gu Wen opens his mouth, Daxia will build palaces for him and pay tribute to three thousand beauties.

The second emperor of Daxia was already forty years old. He was not too old, but he was no longer young either. He began to have thoughts of seeking immortality.

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In the thirty-third year of the Great Xia Dynasty, a middle-aged man with gray hair and brocade clothes walked alone for thirty miles to Jiangjia Village.

This time it has been abandoned for decades, and the original village has turned into ruins.

He followed his memory to the end of the village and shouted to the bamboo forest courtyard: "Master Wen, my nephew is here to see you."

For a long time, no one responded. Suddenly, a black and white cat jumped out of the yard, looked at him curiously, and said in a child-like voice, "Who are you? Why do you look exactly like the immortal?"

The middle-aged man bowed his hands and said: "If you say that the immortal's surname is Gu, I am the immortal's nephew. I hope the immortal beast can tell me something."

"Who is the fairy beast?"

"You, did you say something wrong?"

"What's down there?"

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Jiang Jucai was silent for a while, sorted out his words, and said, "Please help me inform the immortals in the house."

"Why should I help you?"

The cat tilted its head, the red sun on its chest hair shone slightly, and its round eyes were full of pure curiosity.

It has never been within a hundred meters of Gu Wen, and Jiang Jucai's family heirloom has never seen anyone other than Gu Wen, so it doesn't have much ill intentions.

If it were any other creature, the family heirloom would be caught and played with first. If you have an appetite, you would take a few bites. If it tastes good, you would take it back to the immortal.

In the cave, there is always a place where corpses collected from family heirlooms are piled. All kinds of bones and carrion are piled together, like a devil's cave.

"Why don't you speak?"

The black and white cat landed on the ground, and its body suddenly grew larger, like a tiger, and walked towards it with elegant cat steps.

"You're not a bad person, are you?"

Jiang Jucai couldn't help but take half a step back, sweating on his forehead, and he was already planning to run away.

"Cat, what did I tell you?"

A slightly cold voice came out, and the big tiger suddenly shrank and turned back into a black and white kitten.

At this time, the slightly tattered door slowly opened, and a Taoist priest in coarse green clothes walked out.

"He who is human does not eat."

"The cat doesn't want to eat it! It just wants to catch it and let the immortal look at it. He looks like the immortal, which is rare!"

"There are two-legged people everywhere."

"Really! It's so nice outside."

The cat quickly climbed onto Gu Wen's shoulder like a snake, stretched out its pink tongue and licked its paws.

"From now on, the cat will catch many people and put them in the cave."

"You can't arrest people either."

"Then how can a cat have a human treasure?"

"People are not treasures."

Gu Wen was a little helpless, and the education of young children gave him a headache.

Innate beasts are neither good nor evil, and the family heirloom is too young to discern truth. The idea just now was not that it was bloodthirsty, but that Gu Wen was a human being, so it felt that humans were the best treasures in the world.

Just like a puppy burying something.

He turned his attention to Jiang Jucai. The Emperor of Great Xia knelt down on his knees, with his ninety-five-year-old body pressing his head to the ground, and said: "My nephew, I finally see you."

Gu Wen looked at the gray hair on the other person's head, and he no longer lived up to the white horse and silver armor he once had. The initial feelings of resistance were instantly washed away by the memory of the past.

A little lonely, a little stunned, as if the years have just begun to flow.

"I know what you want, but you don't have the qualifications to practice."

Jiang Jucai, who was kneeling on the ground, shook slightly, then regained his composure, and said solemnly: "Since my father's death, my nephew has been the only elder left. Now that the world has been prosperous for thirty years, I would like to express my good wishes to you today."

"Even if you don't live forever, my nephew would like to ask you, have the Jiang family ever lived up to your expectations?"

The Jiang family's victory over the country was not a righteous one. Gu Wen helped along the way, and even the final peace of the war was achieved by Chi Yuzi's punches.

For the common people, having the Jiang family favored by gods is destiny, and Wuling Valley has made the Jiang family's prestige even greater.

However, the Great Xia Kingdom does not rely on the world's scholars or the world's common people, but only on Gu Wen.

Gu Wen shook his head. He had no idea. Seeing that Jiang Ju was so open-minded, he had another idea.

"If this world has eighty years of prosperity, I can give you eternal life."

A prosperous age is rare, and it is easy to create something from nothing, but it will be difficult in the next few decades. If Jiang Jucai can really work diligently to maintain a prosperous age, his perseverance will be enough to practice.
To be continued...