Yin Nuxia was uncomfortable.

But there was one more uncomfortable person than her.

And this person did not dare to express his discomfort.

When a player asks another player about another player in another game, about things between players, he doesn't dare to complain at all.

At this time, a primary school student raised his hand and asked, "Did that young man go to cultivate immortals with the immortals?"

Hearing this, Zhu Jiayan's expression froze, and he immediately quietly concentrated his attention.

I saw Changyao Daoist bowing slightly: "Yes!"

Zhu Jiayan also recalled the appearance of watching his grandmother die in the hospital in high school, he couldn't help it, and raised his hand like a primary school student and asked, "Did that young man really get immortality later?"

"Immortality?"

Changyao Daoren laughed: "You also believe the words of that bad old man...... Everyone likes to talk about longevity, and it is indeed getting longer, but it is not as long as everyone imagines. ”

"At first, the young man also stupidly believed that cultivating immortals could lead to immortality, and this immortality was immortality, but he didn't think about why the old man was an old man? He just thought that the immortals looked like that, and even without the white hair and white beard, he would look like a fake immortal! Later, after practicing for a few months, he realized why the immortals could live forever, but the old man was too old to look good?"

"Cultivating immortals, ......," Zhu Jiayan muttered.

He was a little stunned.

These two words seem to represent all beautiful fantasies, whether they are ethereal or high, whether they are immortal wine or peerless fairies, whether they are immortal or extraordinary, all the dreams of mortals are in these two words.

These two words came out of the mouths of other people, and he would only laugh at the naivety of the man, but from the mouth of the man...... He couldn't help but be full of longing for these two words.

Cultivating immortals...... That's a cultivator!

At this time, he heard Yin Nuxia ask, "What happened?"

"What happened?" said Changyao repeating her question, his eyes filled with the light of remembrance as he stared up at the sky, "decades later, the old man died. Mortals could not imagine what he would look like when he died, nor had he seen it. ”

"Old. ”

"It's too old to look good. ”

"A mortal is never old like that—he is like a wizened old man who died and blew him in a ventilated place for a few years, blowing him into a dry corpse. The body was covered with skin and bones, as if there was no flesh or oil, and there was really only a layer of skin wrapped in thin bones, full of wrinkles. His eyes were sunken into them like two black holes, and he had a few hairs left, hanging sparsely on his scalp like dry grass......

"He's almost exhausted the last of his essence, and it's impossible for a mortal to do that. ”

"Why almost?"

"He'll have a few months to live, but he'll lose all control of his body in the intervening months. First he can't walk, he can't move, then he loses his sight, he can't see anything anymore, then he hears, smells, tastes, ......"

"Until his soul is completely trapped in this body, tormented in the infinite darkness......"

"Yes, if someone takes care of him, he can live again until the fire of his soul is completely extinguished. ”

"Huh!!" Yin Nuxia shuddered, "I'd rather die than do this!"

"Yes, I'd rather die than that. Changyao Daoren continued to look at the sky, "So he didn't spend this last time. When he sensed that he was about to get there, he found a place, called the young man to him, said a few words to him, and then extinguished the soul fire and went to reincarnation. ”

Changyao Daoren's tone was full of loneliness.

The old man was a very gentle and wise man, and although he lived only two hundred years, he saw the world very clearly. It is undeniable that Changyao Daoist has been greatly influenced by him, but even if he lives far longer than the old man, he is far from reaching the old man's state of mind. The old man was also the most important person in his hundreds of years of life.

Lowering his head, Changyao Dao saw that there seemed to be a few elementary school students who were frightened by the appearance he described, and he couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly.

Zhu Jiayan's heart was also greatly impacted.

He opened his mouth slightly, staring at Changyao Daoren.

Originally...... Do immortals also die?

Oh no, no, no!

Unless the old man is also an NPC like him, it shouldn't be described as 'dead'.

It may also be 'deleted' or 'withdrawn'.

Zhu Jiayan looked at the loneliness on Changyao Daoren's face.

So...... In fact, these bigwigs are also playing games like him, will they play emotions in the game?

Occasionally, he will be very nostalgic for a well-portrayed character when he is playing the game, and it is not uncommon for him to develop friendships with other players in the game. If this plot character dies, he will definitely feel regretful, and if his game friend suddenly quits the game, he will also feel sorry and even sad in his heart for a long time, and he will be full of emotion when he thinks about it from time to time.

So what exactly is the case?

Zhu Jiayan pondered.

Of course, he hopes that it is the first one, and if these bigwigs will also have feelings for NPCs, this is undoubtedly a very favorable signal for him.

At this time, I heard Changyao Taoist say: "Therefore, there is nothing eternal in this world, and there is no eternal life, even the eternal heaven and earth, the brilliant and infinite starry sky, will eventually collapse one day." You little dolls, live your life well, understand what you want, understand what is happy for you, and what happiness is your own, more important than anything else. ”

Several schoolchildren blinked at him.

Lady Yin also blinked at him.

Zhu Jiayan was thoughtful, but soon put this sentence behind.

Seeing this, Changyao Daoist couldn't help but shake his head-

Some of these things don't make sense just by saying it.

Cheng Yun, Cheng Yan and Tang Qingying glanced at each other, and then glanced at Changyao Daoren.

Tang Qingying said with a strange expression: "This sentence came out of the mouth of the third uncle...... Why do I think it's so weird?"

Cheng Yan said lightly: "It's not just the mentally handicapped that is called mental illness, some mental illnesses have a much higher IQ than ordinary people, it's just that somewhere they have gone astray." ”

"I suddenly remembered Hannibal......" Cheng Yun complained with them.

"Fortunately, the third uncle is not like that, ah, Sister Yin Dan is not the kind either. Tang Qingying said.

"Huh?"

"Hannibal was an ogre who specialized in eating his own kind. Cheng Yun said to the little Lori who tilted her head.

At this time, Feng Han and Lin Yuanwu walked out.

Seeing Cheng Yun and the three of them leaning against the door and looking outside as if watching the excitement, they were also a little curious, and when they came over to take a look, they saw Zhu Jiayan standing on the sidewalk, mixed in a group of elementary school students with schoolbags, staring at Changyao Daoren.

At the same time, there is also a Yin woman sitting on a small bench among the primary school students.

It happened that Changyao Daoist waved his hand and said, "Okay, okay, that's all for today, and tomorrow I'll tell you the story of the young man who followed the old man to cultivate immortals and practice all the way." ”

A little girl said, "I want to hear him fall in love with a monster!"

A little boy said: "I want to listen to him fight with monsters, and I have to fight with Sun Wukong." ”

Changyao Daoren's face turned dark, and he kept waving his hand: "Go and go, go back and do your homework, remember to buy a pot helmet tomorrow!"

The faces of all the elementary school students suddenly collapsed-

"Ah~~"

Changyao Daoren also glanced at the little fat man, and the little fat man quickly shrank his head and ran away with his schoolbag, for fear that Changyao would remind him to bring enough money next time.

But Changyao Daoren just smiled and didn't make a sound.

The rest of the schoolchildren also dispersed.

Zhu Jiayan deliberately left a bite of the pot helmet, and nodded politely to Changyao Daoren, seeing that all the primary school students were gone, Yin Nuxia got up and picked up the small bench and prepared to enter the house, he hurriedly rushed over: "I'll come, I'll come......"

Yin Nuxia almost thought that he was coming to grab his small bench and kicked it reflexively, but fortunately he held back, but he also stared at him inexplicably.

"I'll serve me, I'll help you......" Zhu Jiayan took her small bench.

"I'm afraid this person is a ......," Yin Nuxia was full of question marks.

Zhu Jiayan picked up a small bench and walked into the house, only to see a few people around the door, and couldn't help but be stunned.

He nodded to Cheng Yun first and said, "Good afternoon, boss!"

Cheng Yun also smiled slightly: "Good afternoon." ”

Somehow, he always felt that this kid's brain was not very good, but he was quite clever when he saw it during the New Year.

At this time, Lin Yuanwu asked, "You've been buying a pot helmet for an hour, what are you doing?"

Feng Han also pouted at the pot helmet: "What are you doing here?"

"Oh, I'm listening to the third uncle's story. Zhu Jiayan stuffed the last bite of the pot helmet into his mouth, hurriedly walked into the front desk, and said hesitantly while chewing, "I came down to buy the pot helmet and heard the third uncle telling a story, which was still very interesting, so I stood and listened for a while." ”

"What's the story?"

"The Story of Cultivating Immortals ......"

"Poof!" Lin Yuanwu couldn't help but smile.

"When did you become so naïve?How did you become interested in this kind of roadside ghost story?" Feng Han also asked in confusion.

"Third Uncle said it well!" Zhu Jiayan didn't know if the Changyao Daoist at the door could hear it.

"Sneer......"

Lin Yuanwu said he was very disdainful.

After a few glances at the front desk, he didn't see the little mage, so he waved his hand and said, "Go upstairs, go upstairs, we thought you bought a pot helmet and got lost, and come down to have a look!"

Zhu Jiayan followed them a little shyly.

Seeing that Zhu Jiayan was still wiping the oil from the corners of his mouth, Feng Han couldn't help but pull the corners of his mouth and asked, "That pot helmet is really delicious?"

Zhu Jiayan nodded without thinking: "Hmm!"

Feng Han paused, and then asked, "The story told by the old man is really good?"

Zhu Jiayan continued to nod heavily: "Yes!"

Feng Han tugged at the corners of his mouth and didn't say anything.

Instead, Lin Yuanwu patted him on the shoulder and said, "I'm afraid you kid haven't found a girlfriend for a long time, and your brain is suffocating!"

After speaking, he and Feng Han laughed in the corridor.

Zhu Jiayan glanced at them and said nothing-

You really don't know anything about this world!