Qingyang suddenly went home and went to see it. He suddenly found that he hadn't returned home for a long time. Perhaps it was because he was too long in the sword world.

At this time, he suddenly wanted to go home. He returned home. Although his parents were very old, they did not change much, because they had a elixir to take it. But Qingyang knew that their Shouyuan was coming.

Even the best elixir can make a person endless.

That night, the original banquet, the monks stationed nearby also came to the original house. Qingyang came out. Only those monks dared to speak recently. Even if they spoke, they were very restrained.

Know what Dao Gong is now.

Qingyang will not say how difficult it is now, but let everyone feel at ease. For them, Qingyang's words are worthy of faith, because Qingyang's reputation has slowly spread between them, and

They don't know how the palace owner died, but they knew that the ancestor of the Mid -Mountains was exhausted. It was not clear that a group of people in Qingyang fought outside the day.

Then, then

In fact, Qingyang didn't say anything, but when they heard Qingyang, they felt peace of mind, because they did not believe in their hearts that Dao Gong would have a big shock because of such small things. At least in their cognition

It's a trivial matter.

The passage of time.

Qingyang suddenly felt that there was nothing to die. In the past, he had no fear of death, because he was often hovering on the edge of life and death, so he did not feel fear of the danger of death, but now it doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter to survive.

There is no passion for life, and it doesn't matter to death.

His body and mind suddenly relaxed, the whole person was like a ray of air, like a stone, like a tree.

Time passed day by day, and his face began to change in other eyes. Originally, his face had not changed for decades, but now it is fast and old, and every day has changed.

At the moment when the body and mind were relaxed, his body began to relax, and there was a beard that grew out, and the flesh on his face began to fold.

His brother was shocked when he saw all this, and he was shocked. He was shocked.

Qingyang didn't explain anything, but still walking around like before, watching, listening, his face was seen by others, and one by one was surprised, especially those people on the same street, in the same street, in the same street, in the same street, in the same street, in the same street, in the same street, in the same street, in the same street, in the same street, in the same street, in the same street, in the same street, in the same street, in the same street, in the same street, in the same street, in the same street, in the same street, in the same street, in the same street, in the same street, in the same street, in the same street, in the same street, in the same street, in the same street, in the same street, in the same street, in the same street, in the same street, in the same street, in the same street, in the same street, in the same street.

In their hearts, when a monk began to be old at the speed of visible to the naked eye, then his life walked for an end and soon passed away.

The younger brother of Qingyang would be shocked and thought that Qingyang was about to die. Otherwise, why would it start to grow old?

All this, Qingyang didn't care. He stood in front of the rushing river. When the river came last time, there was still a dark atmosphere in the river.

It's like time, always running, but at a glance, this river seems to have never changed, but every minute and every second is different.

Qingyang suddenly thought that everything in this world was the same. This water could be turned into qi and integrated into the darkness. One day people died, and they turned into qi, incorporated into the darkness.

This is all the way to return to the dark after everything disappears. Then the darkness can also give birth to a variety of lives, such as those who exist in the dark

Wanfa.

"Brother, what's the matter with Daogong?" Qingyang's brother Yuan Zhongqing.

"Well, Dao Gong has some things." Qingyang replied.

Yuan Zhongqing watched his elder brother become a middle -aged face for a few days, and his heart was full of worry. He couldn't say what he was worried about, because he was old, and he would die if he could not take long.

Just like when Qingyang returned from the world of swords, he saw his parents old.

"So, what about you?" Yuan Zhongqing continued.

"I'm okay." Qingyang replied.

Yuan Zhongqing didn't know what to say. For his elder brother, he had a kind of worship and awe. The former family was supported by his elder brother alone. But he didn't know in his heart. In the heart of Qingyang

Very good, although it cannot be practiced, it is very powerful to run out of the original government with their own name.

It was nearly a month after another month. Suddenly, Qingyang's parents never woke up again.

Qingyang found that he had no sadness. In fact, in the past ten or twenty years, his parents have blurred, just like a withered tree. In his heart, if he lives like this, he still

It's better to assimilate with this world.

Even he himself has a thought to assimilate this world and integrate into that darkness.

He stood in front of his parents' tomb and watched the two piles of loess. He became more and more dusty, and the soil returned to the soil.

The younger generations of the original family looked at Qingyang, but they did not dare to make a little sound. They dare not discuss and dare not say. But those who have seen Qingyang dare to see Qingyang.

"The one from the original family is afraid to die."

"Did you suffer serious injuries outside?"

"I don't know, sometimes the practitioners can live long, but sometimes they suddenly die, and there is no sign of death."

"why is that?"

"It's probably unwilling to live."

"Will anyone still be unwilling to live in this world?"

"What do you mean to live for thousands of years?"

"Interesting, why is it boring? If my life has thousands of years, then I can do a lot."

"hehe"

On this day, Daogong suddenly came to the person, please go back to discuss the matter. When the other party saw the Qingyang appearance, he was surprised, because the Qingyang at this time looked white hair, his waist was bent, his face was full of wrinkles, his face was full of wrinkles.

Fold, where is the rising like the sun, it is very likely to become the owner of the future palace.

Without returning to the Daogong, Qingyang knew that it should be the main position of Daomong Palace, but I didn't know which faction would be.

He returned to the palace, and someone came to see him. The person who saw him was the one who made the mediation of the pulse, that is, the last time he came.

"The nephew of Qingyang, come back today, everything is okay at home." Luodian said.

"My father and mother are assimilated with heaven." Qingyang said.

Luodian was slightly froze, and for him, his parents were already a long memory.

"Then don't be too sad, so it's not good, too sad." He pointed to Qingyang's hair.

Qingyang shook his head and did not answer. Luodian only felt that the whole person of Qingyang actually exudes a smoke -like atmosphere.

His regret in his heart, if Qingyang's mind has been sinking like this, Xiuwei will fall soon. The reason why he will invite Qingyang is because of his cultivation.

Regret the palace of the palace. In his opinion, Qingyang is a disciple of his own genius, and a person who has the face of Dao Gong's face in the future. I did not expect that now at this age, he was died at this age.

This kind of thing is common, but it is also common.

Often, some talented disciples have reached a very high state in just a few hundred years, but it is also the same person, which is very easy to have the idea of ​​nicknant. Such people always die suddenly overnight.
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