He Sifang got up early in the morning and just opened the door of the room and saw Chang Wule walking away from his daughter's door?
The first reaction in my heart: Did this brat enter Rongrong’s room last night?
But looking back, these two children have fought for so many years, and it is time for a result.
Time passed day by day, month by month, and more than a year passed in the blink of an eye.
The farm has entered a new round of harvest. After this time, some people have left to the upper realm, including Grandma Sun and the others, Elder Liu, Butler Zhao and others...
Everyone left with tears in their eyes, and I believe they can see each other again in the upper world.
If the burden of the farm falls on Yi Qianchen's shoulders, he will leave in another day or two, and others will have to take over here. After thinking about it, it will eventually fall on He Sifang.
He Sifang's cultivation level can last for more than ten years before he can reach the Great Perfection, because he had given all his resources to his daughter before. The young man's hope is greater than that of him, and he also hopes that his daughter can have a future.
Everyone is like this in the farm, and their family's resources can only be divided into that little bit. Even if the people from Yuanshengmen have finished walking, the spiritual energy is becoming increasingly weak. He must let his daughter as soon as possible before the spiritual energy of the farm is exhausted.
Dzogchen goes to the upper realm.
As for whether he can still win reunion with his daughter in the upper realm, it depends on fate.
Spring has gone, winter has come again, and it has been another year.
Yi Qianchen finally reached the Great Perfection of Cultivation. The gate of the upper realm in front of him opened. He was finally able to follow Jiang Yu. He vowed to find her in the upper realm, no matter what the barrier was.
After saying goodbye to everyone, he couldn't wait to fly away.
There are not many old people left on the farm.
Yu Wang, Driver Lin, Chang Wule, He Rongrong, He Sifang, the primitive little creatures in the backyard, and the three disciples who often eat melons and don’t bother with the trouble…
The rest are all without any sense of existence.
Aunt Wang has sent away many people over the years, and she has long felt indifferent. She is a mortal. Thanks to her ability to work on the farm, she absorbs spiritual energy and eats spiritual food, so that her appearance and lifespan are better than those outside the farm.
Ordinary people are ten times stronger.
She calculated that she could still wait until the day when He Sifang left.
As for Uncle Wang and other villagers, some of them are leaving...
He Rongrong has been in seclusion in the wing room for two years but has not come out. Chang Wule occasionally comes to see her, but he has no response. Gradually, he also realizes something and locks himself in the wing room.
This is their final sprint.
Leave as soon as possible to save more aura for the rest.
Three more years have passed in a blink of an eye,
On this day, snow fell over the farm. The farm was protected by monks' magic, and the vegetation was still watery and green.
The plum blossoms bloom all over the branches in the garden, as gorgeous as fire.
He Rongrong finally came out of seclusion. When she pushed open the door, a powerful man's pressure poured out. She had reached the bottom limit of the Great Perfection and did not hide her cultivation to the outside world.
In a short while, the door of the upper realm will be opened for her.
He Sifang sensed the breath of his daughter and rushed to her side, with his eyes full of relief for her.
"Rongrong, Dad finally hopes that you have a future!" After saying that, he couldn't help but blush his eyes.
It's time for this father-daughter love to come to an end...
He Rongrong looked at her half-white father, and her throat felt even more sore: "Dad, don't be sad, I will wait for you in the upper realm."
He Sifang raised his sleeve and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes: "Okay, okay, then you go to the upper realm first, take good care of yourself, and wait for your father to find you to reunite."
"I know, dad." He Rongrong took the old father's arm and said to him: "Dad, let's go and see the snow. I haven't enjoyed the snow well for a long time..."
"Let's go, Dad accompany you to enjoy the snow and see the plum blossoms. I'll tell you, the plum blossoms on the Xiaoxi Garden are blooming very well..." He Sifang squeezed out his smile, walked with his daughter while walking, and his voice gradually moved.
Far……
The moment He Rongrong came out of seclusion, Chang Wule also sensed it. He slowly opened his eyes and sighed a little heavy.
I'm leaving...
Then he got up and walked out of the room. He thought... Forget it, he would better go find Senior Brother Yu Wang first.
When he found Yu Wang, he happened to be dealing with matters in the field with a few disciples.
Yu Wang felt the breath of happiness, and immediately showed joy, turned around and greeted him with a smile.
"Junior brother, you have calculated the custody. Come here, come here quickly. The harvest on our farm this year is very good. You will have a good harvest in another month."
Chang Wule walked over to take a look after hearing this, nodded: "It's really good."
But he probably won't wait for a good harvest now.
His progress is synchronized with He Rongrong. It is better to say that he is keeping a parallel point between each other than synchronized.
After chatting with Yu Wang and the others for a while, he decided to go and talk to He Rongrong.
In the small West Garden, the red plums and yellow plums are blooming in full bloom. They are plump the branches and the branches stretching out outside the fence are filled with a lot of white snow.
He Rongrong knew that Chang Wule would come to find her. When he came not far behind him, He Sifang tactfully set up the space for them to have a good chat.
He Rongrong didn't look back, but was still looking at the red plum blossoms covered with snow outside the fence, with a lot of thoughts in her mind.
Chang Wule walked to her side, looked at the red plum covered with snow along her gaze, then took back the video, turned sideways and landed on her calm face.
“How long will it take?”
She knew he was asking about the deadline.
"Just these days."
Chang Wule: "Yes."
"Is there anything else?" He Rongrong still had expectations in her heart, looking forward to what he would say.
"No, it's almost time to reach the limit. Come out and say apart to you." Chang Wule told the truth, and he didn't know who would go to the upper realm first.
Will you see you again after you arrive in the upper realm? So you choose to leave the result to fate to help him make a decision.
"good."
He Rongrong was disappointed. After saying that, she withdrew her gaze, smiled and walked forward...
She wanted to walk the farm again.
Chang Wule accompanied her, and he also wanted to go to the farm again.
Not far away, the three-melon-eating group was still there. Seeing them sigh and shake their heads, expressing regret for them.
Tianqing Sect disciple Jia: "Will Fairy He go with Senior Brother Chang?"
The remaining two shook their heads: "I don't know, I hope."
The disciple who changed to the Jinzhong Sect asked, "Boss Yu was able to go with Mr. Song back then, so they should be busy, right?"
The remaining two shook their heads: "I don't know..."
"When is our third brother's turn?" Tianqing Sect disciple Yi said, thinking that he was in the early stage of Dongxu, it was really a drag.
The other two people had a similar cultivation level to him, so they shook their heads: "I don't know..."
Before leaving, He Rongrong went to Aunt Wang to say goodbye. Aunt Wang was so sad that she cried and held her hand to make a promise: "Rongrong, don't worry, go to the upper world to be a fairy, I will take good care of you
Daddy's..."
"Okay, I'll leave my dad to you." He Rongrong has been watching Aunt Wang change over the years, but it depends on her own meaning.
The light snow cleared up after three days. The sun exposed her head from the thick dark clouds. The sun shone on the snow without a trace of temperature, and the temperature was still frozen.