In a blink of an eye.
More than ten years have passed!
With the support of Murong Wanwan, the Cheng Clan’s Immortal Clan has become more and more prosperous!
Not only did the clan members exceed the number of thirty, but a new generation also grew up.
There are also several foundation-building monks.
There are also three descendants of the ‘Jingzi generation’.
But the representative figure is Murong Wanwan’s youngest granddaughter, Cheng Qingyao of the ‘Qing generation’.
He was also the dominant figure in the school back then.
Now she is not only tall and graceful, but also has made great progress in her conduct.
And he has deeply grasped the essence of the unique clan style of the Cheng Clan.
And served as a school lecturer.
As for Cheng Qingyao, Cheng Qingyang... and other monks of the 'Qing generation', younger generations with spiritual roots, with the help of Murong Wanwan, the Nascent Soul monk, they have entered the Foundation building period.
However, no one has broken through to the golden elixir realm.
The person with the highest cultivation level is none other than the boss of the ‘Qingzi generation’, Cheng Qinglong.
After years of practice, Cheng Qinglong has only recently broken through to the late stage of foundation building. He is still some distance away from the peak of the foundation building stage.
As for their father Cheng Ping'an, even though Murong Wanwan secretly thought of many ways, he still could not step into the path of immortality.
Cheng Pingan is missing the most critical link...
That is, he has no spiritual roots.
Without spiritual roots, one cannot sense the aura of heaven and earth.
It is even more impossible to absorb spiritual energy from heaven and earth and turn it into one's own use.
Even if the spiritual energy was forced into Cheng Ping'an's body by Murong Wanwan's great magical power, it would not take any time for all the spiritual energy to escape from the body.
In addition, Cheng Pingan cannot sense spiritual energy, nor can he be baptized by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth...
No matter how strong his body is, he cannot withstand the power of spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
Although Cheng Ping'an's meridians are much thicker than those of ordinary mortals, in essence, he is still a mortal body.
Naturally, it cannot be compared with the body of a monk who has entered the path of immortality and been baptized by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
Therefore.
Every once in a while, Murong Wanwan used many methods after Cheng Ping'an's physical meridians were warmed and nourished.
For this reason, a large amount of spiritual objects were also consumed.
After all, although Cheng Ping'an was a mortal, he was also Murong Wanwan's only son.
So...
Although it cost a lot, Murong Wanwan tried one method almost every year since Cheng Ping'an was thirteen.
This process has continued for the past few years.
Murong Wanwan had to stop.
Because Cheng Pingan is now over sixty and can no longer withstand the hardship.
As a last resort, Murong Wanwan reluctantly chose to give up.
At the same time.
She is also worriedMy husband has never really seen his son. He is afraid that when his husband wakes up, his son will be buried in the loess.
Because of this...
Over the years, Murong Wanwan has been secretly using mild elixirs to warm her son Cheng Ping'an's declining body.
As for her husband, he is still full of energy.
There is no difference from the old man waiting for death in the mortal world.
However, not long ago, at the request of her husband, she walked through the life path in her memory again.
There is also Qingshan Town where I have lived for many years.
Unfortunately, things and people there have changed. The former 'Cheng's Bookstore' has long been converted into a blacksmith shop.
There is no trace of familiar scenes.
Finally.
Murong Wanwan accompanied her husband back to Chengjia Village.
Since then, Cheng Fan has been unable to get excited and has been feeling groggy all day long.
Not only basking in the sun in the yard, but also spending time with the younger generation who have no spiritual roots.
And his appearance is getting older.
Looking very old, as if his end is approaching.
However, the calculation time is almost the same.
For mortals, it is a blessing to live a hundred years.
But Cheng Fan is now over ninety years old, and he is only a few years away from the limit of human lifespan.
What’s more, Cheng Pingan is over sixty years old.
But within ten miles of Chengjia Village, Cheng Fan is also a somewhat famous longevity star.
Every festival, people come to visit this old man, hoping to get some luck.
In this regard.
Watching this, Murong Wanwan also laughed secretly in her heart.
But when she thought about it, her husband was approaching the end of his life day by day.
I started to feel worried.
For this reason, it will be very dangerous if the husband cannot break through the obstacles in his final life.
Maybe it will fall completely.
Therefore.
As the days passed, Murong Wanwan saw it in her eyes and felt anxious in her heart.
Reluctantly, she did not think of a way to help her husband.
Even if you use spiritual stimulation or use the secret method of the soul, it will be useless.
She has tried all these methods.
In fact, my husband’s Taoist heart was too firm, and he didn’t even think about leaving a way out for himself.
But when she thought about her husband’s cautious character, maybe he still had a hidden way out?
Of course.
This is also her guess.
As for whether there was a way out, Murong Wanwan was not sure.
Now she can only think of ways while hoping that her husband has arranged a way out.
In this way, Murong Wanwan spent several more years of worry and fear.
This day.
Cheng Buzheng sealed himself and transformed into the world for a hundred years.
Cheng Fan, who is old and approaching his end, is lying on the bed in his bedroom. Under the bed stand a group of virtuous sons and filial piety.
A crowd of people filled the room.
Among them, the younger generation without spiritual roots burst into tears.
"Dad..."
"Grandfather, the boy is here to see you..."
"Great-grandfather, please open your eyes and look at me. , I am your favorite little six!"
"····"
A sad atmosphere filled the air.
One of the younger monks with spiritual roots frowned slightly and looked at the old woman sitting beside the bed with a hint of confusion in his eyes.
At the same time, countless questions emerged in their minds.
Isn’t that right?
Didn’t grandma say that? My grandfather was a powerful monk with a lifespan of over a thousand years. How could he be about to pass away?
Obviously.
They can't understand.
I don’t understand the dangers of sealing oneself and turning into the world.
However, Murong Wanwan, who was sitting next to the bed, couldn't care about anything else at this time and looked at the unconscious old man lying on the bed.
The sadness is beyond words.
She held Cheng Fan's big, skinny hand tightly and murmured:
"Old man, you can't leave!
Ours The days are still long.
Don’t scare me, just open your eyes and see me!”
“Don’t do such dangerous things in the future... "
Murong Wanwan rambled.
In this regard.
The descendants and grandchildren beside the bed did not pay attention, thinking that their grandmother was too sad and talking nonsense.
Only the descendants who have hidden cultivation know that these words are not her nonsense.
After all, there is no such thing as a monk.
On the contrary, there is a tradition that the older you get, the better you become.
Therefore.
What do these descendants with hidden cultivation seem to think of at this moment?
Obviously.
Grandpa had an accident.
Otherwise, grandma would never be so sad.
Wouldn’t even say such a thing.
So, my grandfather definitely did not fake his death to escape.
Think of this.
These descendants with spiritual roots also know that one of the double rows of jade pillars of the Cheng Clan’s Immortal Clan is about to collapse.
Isn’t this a good thing for the family?
Think of this.
For a while.
These virtuous sons and filial piety grandsons felt very uncomfortable.
Of course.
There is also a bit of sadness mixed in with it.
At this moment...
Lying on the bedCheng Fan opened his eyes faintly when he heard a cry coming from his ears.
He saw it as soon as he saw it, looking at his wife, Cheng Pingan, whose face was full of sadness, and all the descendants.
See this scene.
Cheng Fan sighed in his heart:
"Although I have not been granted the title of prime minister in this life, I still have a family full of descendants."
"It's worth it!"< /p>
Soon.
Cheng Fan said slowly with a hoarse voice:
"You guys go out first!"
"I'll talk to your grandmother and explain something. The aftermath!"
Hearing this.
Those monks with spiritual roots, under the instructions of their elders, exited the room one after another.
After all.
They know in their hearts that their grandmother is a Nascent Soul Lord, and her will cannot be overthrown by their descendants.
Therefore, they wisely withdrew.
As for those younger generations without spiritual roots, although they were worried about the frivolous wealth at home, they hesitated for a moment, but under Cheng Pingan's cold gaze, they also retreated.
Soon.
There are only two people left in this room.
Cheng Fan was lying on the bed, his cloudy eyes looked at his wife beside the bed, and he opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out?
See this.
Murong Wanwan had tears in her eyes and a sad look on her face, and asked softly:
"What's wrong?"
"Do you have anything to explain? ”
Having said that.
But at this moment, Murong Wanwan felt the urge to tell the truth.
She did not want her husband, this peerless strong man, to die like a mortal.
However, when she thought about telling the truth, her husband might not even have the last chance to make a breakthrough.
It is precisely because Murong Wanwan clearly knows that transforming into a human being and dying at the end...
It is the most promising opportunity to grasp the secret of a breakthrough. timing.
Because of this...
Murong Wanwan suppressed the impulse in her heart and still did not tell the truth.
The other side.
Cheng Fan suddenly sighed and said:
"Honey, I'm going to die!"
"You can't tell me the truth "Truth?"
"What truth?"
Murong Wanwan asked in confusion.
Seeing this, Cheng Fan, lying on the bed, looked disappointed and said:
"Are you the legendary immortal?"
"Before peace, Are those daughters-in-law not dead? "
"Are the children and grandchildren who are away studying and wandering away from home all year round embarking on the path of immortality? "
This As soon as the words are spoken.
The depths of Murong Wanwan’s eyes, flashed a look of surprise.
When did your husband find out?
However, although Cheng Fan is a mortal, he is very familiar with his wife who has been with him for many years.
When he noticed the changing color in the depths of Murong Wanwan's eyes...
Cheng Fan knew that his guess was correct.
Before, he didn't want to ask or know, but before he died, he wanted to get an answer.
This is also his only thought now.
Soon.
Cheng Fan said to himself:
"Back then, Ping An's first daughter-in-law went home to visit relatives and died from a beast's mouth. I didn't doubt it!"
"But Ping An's second daughter-in-law died of massive hemorrhage during childbirth. Although I didn't notice anything unusual at the time and saw my daughter-in-law being carried out, I later found that there was no smell of blood in the delivery room."
p>"Maybe ordinary people are not sensitive to the smell of blood, but I am born to be relatively sensitive to various smells."
"After that, Ping An's several daughters-in-law were almost all like this!"< /p>
"Although there are no flaws, I started to have doubts from then on!"
"Similarly, I also understand that this is something that is impossible for ordinary people to do, only immortals can do it!" Only then can it be as if it were true."
"After that, my children and grandchildren who went out to study and wander around did not show any abnormality after they came back, but I also noticed that they were different from ordinary people."< /p>
“Until then, I was completely sure!”
“Although I don’t know why you, an immortal, would marry me, a prisoner, and have children!
But before I die, I want an answer."
Finally.
Cheng Fan, who was lying on the bed, looked at his wife expectantly and said eagerly:
"Can you tell me the truth so that I can leave in peace?"
"No matter what the truth is, I can accept it!"
The words fell.
Cheng Fan was lying on the bed, his cloudy eyes staring closely at Murong Wanwan.
Hearing this, Murong Wanwan was also shocked.
I didn’t expect that this dead old man had such a keen sense of smell after sealing his cultivation, six senses, and soul.
And you have endured it for so many years?
I really underestimated my husband.
He is indeed a man who has caution engraved in his bones.
Even though she, a Nascent Soul cultivator, was always paying attention to her husband, she didn't notice anything strange.
That’s awesome.
Murong Wanwan sighed in her heart.
However.
At this moment, she understands that her husband is in an extremely sensitive period. Once he has regrets, he may not be able to grasp the slightest opportunity for breakthrough.
Therefore, the husband must be relieved.
And don’t let your husband have any doubts.
This is also the timeIt's time to test her acting skills.
The thought flashes.
Murong Wanwan silently performed the performance many times in her mind, and only after there was no flaw did she start to perform.
Soon.
Murong Wanwan looked at her wife lying on the bed, with a hint of disappointment in her eyes.
Then he sighed softly and said:
"Hey..."
"The old man didn't expect that after so many years, you don't believe the old woman. "
"If you have anything to say, you can't ask, you have to keep it in your heart."
"Will I still hurt you?"
Obviously.
Murong Wanwan used the classic hit-and-run rhetoric technique.
She has already mastered this set of skills to perfection.
Next.
Murong Wanwan didn’t care about her husband’s look of astonishment and continued:
“Originally, the old woman wanted to tell you that when I was young, I once saved an immortal. After receiving the immortal root, I had to let go of my thoughts.
Later, I met the immortal again in Qingshan Town."
"I also begged the immortal to let him see. See if you have immortal roots?"
"It's a pity that you don't have any anymore!"
"I can only give up."
"In order to prevent you from having more. I want to live peacefully, so I didn’t tell you!"
"Similarly, Ping An has no immortal roots."
"My wife, I thought about it and I can’t waste this day. If you have the opportunity, please ask the immortal if there is a way for people to have immortal roots?"
"The immortal told the old woman...
Immortal roots are born! >If you have it, you have it, if you don’t have it, you don’t have it.”
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