The old man cried miserably: "The young man has grown old, and his hair has grown white, and he has gray hair and chicken skin... However, I am getting younger and younger... The young master smiled and said: Uncle Zhong, practice well and go to the fairy world for me to see -"

Unable to bear it any longer, I burst into tears.

He was not very talented and was old, but when his life was approaching, the young lady forcibly pulled him from the seventh level of Qi training to the foundation building stage.

He had an extra three hundred years of life, and his whole person was completely reborn, his pale hair gradually turned black, and his old skin became younger... How happy he was, rolling in the fields with his young master in his arms, laughing happily.

"Master, I can accompany you for many more years."

"You are so young that you cannot call me Uncle Zhong. I think it is more appropriate to call you Brother."

The young master laughed and teased.

He waved his hands repeatedly, but he was really happy in his heart. He could stay with his young master for a long, long time again.

One year, two years, three years, the young lady did not know what means she used. In just a few years, his cultivation reached the middle stage of foundation building. And she also taught her everything in alchemy, and he was already able to do it in the foundation building stage.

The high-grade Peiyuan Pill has been refined.

This is unbelievable from the perspective of the entire world of cultivation, because most people may not achieve this level of success even after practicing hard for hundreds of years.

But he didn't know much about the world of cultivation at that time. He was busy serving his young master every day and busy studying the tasks given by the young madam... Until one day, he saw white hair on the young master's head.

An elegant middle-aged man, dressed in a moon-white shirt, with a handsome face.

But for the first time, he panicked. The street was bustling with people, and someone was selling glass mirrors across the street - two figures, a middle-aged man and a young man, were reflected in the mirror.

And he was the bewildered young man holding the riding crop.

"Master..."

"What's wrong?"

The middle-aged man tilted his head, his gentle eyes filled with doubts.

He trembled his lips and finally shook his head.

After a while, the young lady came back from the group of women with a glass mirror in her hand, satisfied. The young master quickly stepped forward, and the two naturally held hands, turned around and got on the carriage.

He sat on the shaft of the carriage, whipped the horse on the buttocks, and drove towards the city gate.

That evening, when the young lady gave him instructions on how to make alchemy again, he looked at her pleadingly: "Master, is it true that you can't cultivate immortality?"

The young lady was stunned for a moment and said "Yeah".

At this point, he and the young master have become two extremes. The young master is getting older slowly, and he is getting younger day by day.

finally,

In ancient times,

The young master is getting old, but he has returned to the age of twenty.

The lady, who also looked old, held the young master's hand and said to him: "Uncle Zhong, you are now barely able to protect yourself. The world is so big, go and see."

He knew what the young lady meant. She wanted to be alone with the young master during the last journey.

But I also want to accompany the young master!

That was the young master he had worked hard to bring up.

But he nodded, even with a smile on his face: "Okay, I listen to the young lady, young master, you have to take care of yourself, no matter where you go, I will always miss you."

The next day, the sky was slightly bright,

He simply packed a small baggage, kowtowed three times in front of the young master's wife's door, turned around and left.

The world of cultivation is vast, more vast and magnificent than the world he longed for when he was young. He walked alone in the world of cultivation and met good people and bad people. His cultivation level did not improve, but his overall temperament became more and more calm.

Three years, five years? Or ten years?

He walked many places until one day, the bell hanging on his waist rang.

The bronze bell was unremarkable, but a voice rang out in the silent night: "Uncle Zhong, my husband said that the sea of ​​clouds in the northern region is the most beautiful. I want to see it. Do you want to come with me?"

Without thinking, he said: "Go!"

The space shook, and the whole person couldn't help but fall down after thinking - he opened his eyes again, and saw two smiling faces in front of him.

The Northern Territory is the coldest place in the entire Cultivation World, with icebergs everywhere. However, in the ice and snow, there is the most beautiful sea of ​​clouds in the Cultivation World. It is especially beautiful at sunrise.

He set up the carriage just like he had done many years ago.

The carriage drove across the ice, and the sight was filled with ice and snow. After a while, it stopped at the top of the mountain.

He got out of the car, picked up the waiter, and helped the young lady and young master down. The young master patted his hand, with a look of relief in his eyes, and then turned to hold his wife's hand, and the two of them walked to a bench on the cliff and sat down.

.

The glow is surging, the clouds and mist are gradually rising,

He stood behind him with his hands hanging down, watching them sitting head to head... The sea of ​​clouds rose and their breathing slowed down.

From early morning to dark, he stood for a whole day, his whole body stiff. He heard a sigh in a trance, and in his sight, the young lady stood up. Her pale hair gradually turned black, but her green shirt remained the same: "Uncle Zhong, let's go back."

He bent down and picked up the sleeping old man, turned around and got into the carriage. The curtain fell, covering the old man's peaceful face.

He barely remembers what happened after that. He only remembers those days of confusion. When the young madam left and the courtyard was empty, he finally realized that his young master was really gone, and the young madam might...

He was so panicked but didn't know what to do.

A few days later, the young lady came back, taking the young master with her.

At that time, the young master burst into tears. He had reached a critical point in his cultivation and went into seclusion. He was unable to see his father for the last time.

"Dad, dad, why don't you wait for me, dad!"

Kneeling in front of the incense table, tears blurred my eyes.

He regretted it. He regretted it very much. He regretted it for hundreds of years. It was clear that his mother had given him the news, but he was so focused that he forgot what was going on around him.

The full moon shifted and stopped on the treetops,

Uncle Zhong wiped the tears from his face and cried louder: "How I want to give this cultivation to the young master..."

The little tree demon collapsed even more: "Mom, I was really wrong, really wrong, why can't you forgive me? Why do you have to leave... Wuwu, I was really wrong."

He didn't mean it, he really wanted to be with them.

He paranoidly believed that his mother left with his father because she was disappointed in him and left.

"How could the young madam blame you? Young master, the young master and the young madam love you so much, but this is the path you want to take. The young madam has said that you can walk boldly in the future without fear or embarrassment. She

Always there.”

At that time, he also thought these words were a relief, until the war between immortals and demons started.

The young lady gave him a pouch before she left. She said that when encountering difficulties, she should open it and take a look... He opened it and found the mahogany sword inside.

Uncle Zhong sighed and touched the little tree demon's head: "Madam, you care so much about you."

It's just that she loves the young master more.

-

The next day,

The two of them woke up, and the little tree demon returned.

Uncle Zhong tidied up the house inside and out. Finally, he closed the door and walked to the street.

The path to immortality is long, and he promised the young master to go to the immortal world for him to have a good look. He must practice well and experience well. He is the young master's slave and must not embarrass him - maybe, one day, he can see the young master again.

One person and one horse, crossing mountains and ridges,

Encountering monsters, meeting people, meeting demons... One day he met an old woman.

The old woman was disheveled, holding a cane in her hand, and looked at each other. After a second, she looked away. One was riding a horse to the east, and the other was boating to the north.
Chapter completed!