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The body gradually lost its body temperature, and the eyelids seemed to be burdened with a thousand pounds, and they wanted to close.

Speaking of this, there is a lot of humiliation. Dignified monks, one of whom is even in infancy. But he was trapped under the rubble, unable to break free, and survived.

"Xianyuan, apprentice......" Ning Jiya gasped and gently patted Li Xianyuan's side face. I also felt the semi-viscous blood on her face.

Ning Jiya's face flushed in a hurry, her body trembled, and tears slowly flowed down and dripped on Li Xianyuan's face.

"Master, I'm not dead yet......"

At this moment, a slight pain groaned into her ears, and Ning Jiya listened to it in her ears, like a heavenly sound.

was rescued twice by his own apprentice, and at this time he was so ambiguous and close together, Ning Jiya didn't even notice it, and his attitude towards Li Xianyuan had changed slightly.

Ning Jiya snorted, her vocal cords trembled slightly, and said, "I'm talking to you, don't fall asleep......"

"Don't sleep......" The faint mosquito sound sounded.

Crying quietly, Ning Ji Yaqiang smiled and said, "You kid, slippery one." Saying that he can't sleep, who knows if it will be the case.

"Pull hook ......" The cold palm grabbed her soft wattle.

Ning Jiya wiped her tears and smiled shyly. Stretched out his crystal little finger and tightly hooked Li Xianyuan's finger.

"Then say yes. If you sleep, I will not forgive you in the rest of my life. ”

"Hmm......" Li Xianyuan bowed slightly.

"Eighty years ago, I was eight years old. ran away because of a quarrel with his family, and came to the Pure Yang Sect. ”

"I was unintentional, but I didn't expect to be selected as a registered disciple of the Pure Yang Sect with a spiritual root. When I was young, I thought that Xiuzhen could be like a storyteller and shadow puppet, flying away and omnipotent. I let go of my thoughts about my family and practiced with peace of mind. ”

"At first, I was clumsy, and I couldn't even take care of myself. Luckily, there was a girl about my age who helped me. Not only can you take care of yourself, but also successfully refine your qi. Autumn goes to winter, and after being away from home for a long time, I gradually feel homesick. ”

"On the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve, I couldn't bear it anymore and sneaked down the mountain to return home. The streets are counted, and the snowdrifts are on both sides of the streets. Only a thick layer of snow was piled up in front of the house, and no one cleaned it. ”

Ning Jiya's voice gradually became softer, as if she was caught in a memory. "I've been gone for more than half a year. My mother has been bedridden ever since. And his father had no intention of taking care of the business, so he plummeted and simply closed the store. The money I got was used to find out my whereabouts. The maids and servants walked away and scattered, leaving only the personal maid who grew up with me and Lian Xiang did not leave. ”

Ning Jiya was extremely guilty and hurriedly called Lang Zhong. Lang Zhong said that his mother had a heart disease, and when she came back, the heart disease was gone.

After that, Ning Jiya stayed at home for three days, and sure enough, as Lang said, her mother's health improved little by little. There is gradually more laughter in the deserted home.

This time she went down the mountain secretly, if she was known by the sect, she would not be punished. So on the night of the third day of the first lunar month, Ning Jiya revealed the truth to her parents and knelt in front of the door all night. No matter how they pulled her, she still couldn't afford it.

Ning Jiya knew that her father and mother would not blame her, but they were happy that their daughter could cultivate to become an immortal.

Since ancient times, fathers and mothers have been children who have become dragons and phoenixes. Ke Ning Jiya knew that once she embarked on the path of cultivating truth, she would no longer have anything to do with the world and cut off contact. So she knelt on the ground because she didn't keep her filial piety and couldn't be with her parents.

The disciple disappeared, and the sect sent an elder out to look for it. She found Ning Jiya and saw her kneeling in front of her house all night. The elder took a fancy to Ning Jiya's temperament, and took her as an apprentice after taking me back to the peak, and that elder became Ning Jiya's master, that is, Li Xianyuan's ancestor.

There are no years on the mountain. At first, every year on the first lunar month, Ning Jiya would go down the mountain to reunite with her parents. Twenty years is like one day. Until the third year passed, she was thirty, and it was also from that year that Ning Jiya never went down the mountain to visit her parents again.

She's running away.

Every year when I go back, I will see my parents' sideburns turn white, their bodies are rickety, and their faces are wrinkled. They are getting old little by little.

Ning Jiya has a heart but is powerless. Most of the longevity pills in heaven and earth are only useful if they are taken by people with spiritual roots. Only the treasures of heaven and earth, the things of the fairies and the food of mortals can prolong their lives. But those natural treasures can only be set foot in by Ning Jiya in the Bigu period.

And this escape is thirty years......

The years make people old. Ning Jiya has seen countless senior brothers, junior brothers, junior sisters, and junior sisters gradually aging due to insufficient cultivation. Some are still holding on, some are going down the mountain. I don't know if it's to enter the WTO to practice, or to become an immortal.

When Ning Jiya went down the mountain and went home again, she was already an elder of Yangqingfeng, and she had cultivated to the late stage of Jindan.

When I returned home, I found that things were wrong, and my home had changed hands. It's a young couple and their daughter. After hesitating, Ning Jiya asked them about the whereabouts of her parents.

The reply was: a cemetery on the outskirts of the western part of the city.

My father died three years ago, and my mother died seven years ago.

When Ning Jiya arrived there, her father's and mother's graves were next to each other, and she met someone there. Close-fitting maid incense. She knew that Ning Jiya would come back, so she built a thatched hut next to the cemetery and guarded in front of the graves of Ning Jiya's parents for several years. ”

Lian Xiang is close to the sixtieth birthday. The twilight hair is gray and old. Standing with Ning Jiya, it is like a grandchild.

Ning Jiya wanted to take Lian Xiang back to the mountain, but she didn't refuse. However, let Ning Jiya go back to the old house to get something, saying that it was left to her by her parents.

Returning to the old house, Ning Jiya obtained the things left by her parents, a jade hairpin. but a dowry from his parents.

Ning Jiya clenched the jade hairpin, was in a trance, and wept.

Those who cultivate the truth will suffer this calamity. You can only watch the people you know and love grow old, gray hair, and turn to loess. Leave yourself alone, alone in the world.

Take Lian Xiang back to the sect. Ning Jiya no longer lived in the cave mansion, but set up another mansion, built according to the style of the mortal world. Lian Xiang was left in the mansion by her and lived for a long time. Every eight years, a new disciple is introduced. Ning Jiya's mentality changed, and she was no longer the little girl who didn't know anything at the beginning. Thus began the collection of apprentices.

After speaking, Ning Jiya's head was pressed to Li Xianyuan's chest.

I can't feel my heartbeat, I can't feel my body temperature.

"Li Xianyuan, are you listening......

Ning Jiya called softly, and in response to her, it was Li Xianyuan's fingers that slowly slipped from his little thumb, and there was no sound.

Tears welled up uncontrollably. Ning Jiya sobbed and choked. Still telling the story.

It seemed like she hadn't been so sad in a long time.

"In the family...... There are also several relatives in the clan. When I went again, I didn't know them. There are only ...... who are still alive Only my uncle was the only one. He used to hold me when he was younger, and now he only smiles and asks me, girl, where are you from......"

After that, Ning Jiya couldn't help it anymore. Li Xianyuan had lost his heaving chest, and he cried bitterly.

"Immortal Destiny...... Li Xianyuan, wake up—" (To be continued.) )