Qin Haoxuan was about to salute and greet the head of Huanglong, but Huanglong waved his hand and said, "Let's talk about it later. Let's see your master first..."

Qin Haoxuan didn't care about continuing to maintain etiquette in front of Huanglong's head, so he hurriedly approached the strange big bed that looked like jade but not jade, stone but not stone, and slowly squatted down, looking at the old man who looked like a candle in the wind.

Master... Haoxuan... is back...

Looking at the familiar face in front of him, a sourness surged in Qin Haoxuan's heart.

"Master..." Qin Haoxuan uttered a few words gently, and he couldn't help but swallow hard in his throat.

If it weren't for Xuan Jizi's teachings, without Xuan Jizi's encouragement when his immortal seed was extinct, and even if he was willing to spend his life, he would have to obtain more advanced spiritual techniques for him, how could Qin Haoxuan achieve what he is today and how could he have such a tenacious Taoist heart today?

Xuan Jizi is undoubtedly a big tree that sheltered the wind and rain on Qin Haoxuan's path to immortal cultivation. In Qin Haoxuan's heart, Xuan Jizi has long been the role of a master and a father. Seeing the warm old man in the past, he can only lie in bed and wait for death, so he can teach Qin Haoxuan how not to feel heartbroken.

At this time, Xuan Jizi, who was originally dying and like a candle in the wind, opened her turbid eyes and her gray pupils stared at Qin Haoxuan. The next moment, a faint smile of relief was touched on her wrinkled face.

This smile seemed to be like sunshine blooming in front of Qin Haoxuan.

Qin Haoxuan's heart suddenly became hot, and he turned around and said to Huang Long Zhenren: "Master, my master should be saved... He opened his eyes..."

After hearing Qin Haoxuan's crazy words, a hint of ashamed appeared on his face. He sighed faintly and shook his head silently... This is just the last rebirth... Xuan Jizi's time... has arrived...

Qin Haoxuan's heart was bleeding. He took out the Dragon Scale Immortal Sword without any effort, and a burst of splendor flashed from it. Suddenly, seven or eight kinds of spiritual medicine appeared in his palm.

As soon as these spiritual medicines appeared, they emitted a large amount of strong medicinal fragrance like cow's milk. Two of them even produced strange objects of spirituality. The fragrance of medicines formed two chubby, round, and extremely cute baby phantoms in the air. These spiritual medicines were picked by Qin Haoxuan in the poisonous spirit cave in the ancient tomb formation of the Pure Yang Immortal King. Each kind of spiritual medicine was enough to shock the world when he was taken to the mortal world. Even the Master Huanglong could not help but exclaim in secret when he saw it.

Qin Haoxuan grabbed the spiritual medicine and was about to use his spiritual power to extract the essence of medicine and transport it into Xuan Jizi's body. At this time, Master Huanglong couldn't help but speak.

"Qin Haoxuan, the junior brother Xuan Jizi is already in the body of the five heavenly beings. He has no way to turn the world back. I can only use the strange formation to resist the power of reincarnation. It is useless to give him spiritual medicine now, and it will even accelerate the death power in his body and make him die quickly!"

Qin Haoxuan felt horrified when he heard this. The power of death? He was so sad that he had lost his usual calmness in his mind. Now, as soon as he calmed down and thought carefully, he knew that what Huanglong said was true.

The way of heaven... is unpredictable!

The power of death... is invisible, but boundless!

The five declines of heaven and man! Don’t talk about man. According to the classics left by his ancestors, even heaven... will have five declines! Even heaven cannot avoid it, let alone people call him?

So what if you are as strong as that Immortal King? You are still sitting in the Feng Shui tomb in order to use the power of heaven and earth to revive it! What's more, Master Xuan Jizi has only more than thirty years of cultivation, just like the five declines of human beings today...

"I know about the spiritual liquid, too..." Huang Long said softly: "Xuan Jizi has taken it before, and there is still remaining inventory in the sect. But it doesn't work..."

Qin Haoxuan's heart sank... Spiritual liquid! There is still a little bit in his hand... I used it secretly for my master to prolong my life, but I never thought... Now even the Shui Mansion Spiritual Liquid...

Xuan Jizi also shook her head, the amplitude was slight. Although she could not speak, there was a warm smile in her eyes when she looked at Qin Haoxuan, as if she had already understood Qin Haoxuan's sincerity.

At this time, the clean room was full of the disciples of the Nature Council who followed in. Everyone had sad faces, their eyes were red, and their concerning eyes were concentrated on the old and the young in front of the bed.

Xuan Jizi struggled to lift his shriveled arm and pointed at the ancient black medicine box on the bedside table. This medicine box is made of the most precious blood spirit jade, and is usually used to store the most rare spiritual medicine in the Natural Hall.

Then Xuan Jizi slowly pointed to the disciples of the natural cousin around him, and finally pointed his index finger at Qin Haoxuan with difficulty. In the old man's turbid eyes, tears suddenly slid across his face, and tears were already flowing.

Seeing Xuan Jizi's face covered with tears, Qin Haoxuan could no longer help but cover his eyes. There was a salty and wet liquid in the cracks of his fingers, like broken pearls.

"Master... I know... I know..." Qin Haoxuan nodded with a fierce throat.

A man doesn’t cry easily, but he hasn’t reached the sad place.

When he had sex with Master and Apprentice Xuan Jizi, he wouldn't understand Xuan Jizi's thoughts. A look could make him understand what the master wanted to say. There was the elixir used by his brothers to respect his master on weekdays, but the master was reluctant to take it and kept it there.

‘When I die, I will give them all the things back…’

When Xuan Jizi saw Qin Haoxuan understand his thoughts, tears gradually dried up on her face, and a hint of relief smile appeared - it seemed that Haoxuan's disciple was indeed one of the few people in the world who could understand him.

Xuan Jizi's face twitched slightly, as if she was enduring some severe pain. Her arm, like a reed bar, raised her hard again, pointed to the sky, and pointed to the yard outside. Her eyes gradually became clear, and she looked at Qin Haoxuan with a steady state.

‘I want to go out…see…finally, look at this day…this place…’

"Master...I understand...I understand everything..."

Qin Haoxuan was a little panicked. It was not the first time he had faced the death of his relatives, but he really saw Xuan Jizi like the power of subduing dragons and tigers on weekdays, but at this time he didn't know how to pick up his master.

Despair! Qin Haoxuan has never been so desperate as he is. Even in the tomb of the Immortal King, he has tried his best for a glimmer of hope!

Qin Haoxuan wanted to kowtow to this day, and wanted to use his ten-year life span to exchange for his master's life span for one or even one day!

"Haoxuan... don't panic..." Huang Long Zhenren whispered in Qin Haoxuan's ear: "Don't let your master leave so uneasy, be calm, don't let him have regrets or worries."

"I know...I know...I know..."

Qin Haoxuan nodded mechanically like pounding garlic. He carefully stretched out his arms to hug Xuan Jizi into his arms. This hug!

When a person is about to die, the corpse is often extremely heavy.

However, Xuan Jizi's body was extremely light, and it was as if a piece of thin paper had no weight at all, as if only a breath was left in her body. The old man who had been supposed to be immortal had dragged such a body and waited until Qin Haoxuan came back.

Qin Haoxuan couldn't help biting his lower lip, his mouth full of blood. Even so painful, it still could not relieve the pain in his heart. When he slowly walked to the empty yard, he could see the galaxy-like waterfall pouring out from the distant mountains, with great momentum. The waterfall splashed out from the steep mist, and under the scorching autumn sun, magnificent rainbow bridges appeared, extremely magnificent.

Xuan Jizi looked at the beautiful scenery in front of her, and couldn't help but smile arise from the corner of her mouth. She looked at the blue sky again. Her eyes finally condensed on Qin Haoxuan's face. Her smile became more peaceful. Her palms were slightly raised, as if there were heavy peaks tied to it, and she slowly touched Qin Haoxuan's face.

The thin palms like tree bark rubbed the firm and masculine young face a few times. Xuan Jizi's smile became stronger, her pupils were brighter, and she was filled with relief.

Suddenly, with a "slap", the hand fell down and never moved again.

Qin Haoxuan's whole body stiffened, and something seemed to collapse in his heart. He slowly lowered his head, stared at the old man in his arms, and then closed his eyes.

This time, he didn't cry.

"Master, the immortal has passed away." Every word was paused, as if he used all his strength to squeeze the words out of his throat.

The disciples of the natural church around him finally burst into tears in their red eyes. With a "slam", everyone knelt down heavily at the place where Qin Haoxuan was, and buried their heads on the ground.

There is no sound of crying or even sobs, which is hard to hear in this natural hall.

Silence…sometimes more powerful than sound.

This day...for many people, they have already prepared.

However, when the moment comes, those preparations seem to be of no use at all.

Huang Long looked at the corpse that was gradually stiff in Qin Haoxuan's arms, and suddenly seemed to have been aged for dozens of years. His originally black hair and beard were already snow-white, and his upright body was a little hunched, and his spirit was simply weakened.

Another person is gone...

There are fewer and fewer people of the same generation...

Huang Long looked at Xuan Jizi's body... Although he had been trying to help the Natural Hall for so many years, other halls were watching, and the power of the Natural Hall was really too weak. Xuan Jizi seemed humble but also had the backbone and arrogance that Taichu people had. Any unnecessary care would be blocked outside the Natural Hall.

Xing looked at it in his eyes and thought secretly, if Qin Haoxuan died in front of him one day, would he be like Huang Long?

After all, Huanglong Zhenren was the head of the Taichu Sect, so he was not affected by the grief, which made Dao heart shake. After a while, the sad face had disappeared. He took a deep breath, and his hunched body suddenly became as tall as pine.

The head teacher walked to Qin Haoxuan, who was not moving like a stone sculpture, patted him on the shoulder, and was about to say something comforting, but Qin Haoxuan said lightly: "Chancesman... I... can hold on... can hold on..."

Huang Long's real man gently supported Qin Haoxuan's back with his hand. The young man almost fainted while saying that he could hold on...

"I... can hold on..." Qin Haoxuan raised his head down. At some point... his face was already covered with tears. He was still nodding there, repeating the sentence "I can hold on." I don't know how many times it was repeated.

But...will people who can really hold on, repeat it over and over again? Huang Long wanted to say something comforting, but he also knew what to say.

"Don't just hold your master, the mourning hall should be ready..." Huang Long held Qin Haoxuan's back with one hand and asked Ye Yiming.

"The mourning hall has been arranged long ago, and I'll wait for the master to carry the master into the coffin. Everything else is ready." Ye Yiming wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes...
Chapter completed!