Slept for forty-six years? How can it be!

Zhong Zhen didn't have time to check her cultivation, and she didn't have time to ask why Xiao Bufan was in her cave mansion.

She shouted, "You're talking nonsense! ”

Xiao Bufan smiled faintly, with an undoubted superior's demeanor, "Although I deceive people, I never lie!" ”

Is there a difference between the two?

"No ......"

Forty-six years, it's not entirely impossible! Zhong Zhen screamed miserably, staring at Xiao Bufan with a pair of eyes, and the whole person felt like crazy. The blood rushed to his head, and his head almost burst open.

It was a long time before she resisted the urge to go crazy and looked around. Xiao Bufan said that this was her cultivation room.

After eating the Mixed Yuan Pill, Zhong Zhen remembered to sit in the underground cultivation room and settle down. Now he sleeps in a big bird's nest, covered with a mattress as soft as a cloud, and covered with a brocade quilt that is as soft as a cloud.

The cultivation room, which was originally empty with only one futon, was now crammed to the brim.

This cultivation room was specially dug by the craftsmen she specially told the craftsmen, and the four walls were made of cold jade. She was afraid that if she cultivated for too long, her demon body would be damaged, and there were many spirit grasses around her that nourished the Yuan Shen in high years. Han Yu can keep the spirit grass from withering, and if you are in the cultivation room, the demon body will not be damaged.

The four walls are still cold jade, and the spiritual grass that nourishes the Yuan Shen is still there, placed behind the big bird's nest, Zhong Zhen didn't see it for a while.

But why is there a lot of furniture in the cultivation room, embroidery piers for women, dressing things, etc., as if there is a woman living here all the time, holding a fan every day and half-covering her face and smiling or frowning.

There are some excellent landscape calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls, and there are even two jade pipes hanging from them, and a tail piano is placed under the jade flute.

The night pearl is not casually inlaid on the wall as before, all of them have been cut off, put in a few palace lamps, and stand behind a beauty couch.

There are also two pots of purple half-blooming orchids in the corner of the house, exuding a faint fragrance.

It seems that this kind of decoration has been placed for many years. Because the calligraphy and paintings are a little yellow.

The calligraphy and painting are not made of animal skin paper used by the immortals. Although the animal skin paper is smooth and not easy to break, it is used for writing, and the depth and thickness of the strokes are about the same. Mortals use the finest drawing paper pressed from plants and trees, whether it is used for writing or painting. It can retain the weight of the pen and ink.

When the pen is heavy, let the words be plain and have more resoluteness, and when it is light, there are the shackles and lingering that the pen sweeps.

Calligraphy and painting made her feel familiar, too familiar.

Zhong Zhen's eyes flickered over the arrangement that felt both strange and somewhat familiar. Her own cultivation room had been thoroughly penetrated by the years, and there was an aura in the room that she was once familiar with. It was as if she would have recuperated in a room like this, as if it were a big camp in the swamp.

She stared at Xiao Bufan's posture and demeanor that did not belong to him, and she was extremely desperate in her heart, because what the other party said was absolutely true.

Forty-six years...... Adding the thirteen years and seventy-eight days she wasted, Zhong Zhen was extremely flustered in her heart, and she counted with her fingers, and after a long time of calculation, she couldn't figure it out, so she blurted out Xiao Bufan eagerly.

"How long is forty-six years plus thirteen years and seventy-eight days?"

With a reassuring look. Xiao Bufan smiled and replied slowly, "Don't be in a hurry and take your time, you are still not proficient in arithmetic as before, a total of fifty-nine years and seventy-eight days." ”

That's nearly sixty years, and almost six hundred years have passed in the Qiankun Mirror!

With such a simple arithmetic, she could calculate it quickly, Zhong Zhen screamed again, she had planned for so long, worked hard for so long, and was actually killed by a pill.

How can you sleep for so long, how can you?

After screaming. Tears rolled down her face.

The door was not closed tightly, and the little nun who fed the fish was very polite, and did not push the door in, knocked on the door and asked, "But Senior Zhong is awake." Do you dare to ask me what I need to do? ”

Xiao Bufan answered for Zhong Zhen, his voice raised slightly but it was just right, so that he would not feel called when he listened. "Xiaozi, please prepare some green stem spirit rice porridge, vegetarian porridge alone is excellent. Well, add a plate of steamed green sprouts and purple leaf salad. Don't forget to leave the meat oil on hold. ”

The girl outside the door replied briskly, "I know, the junior will go to the kitchen to prepare." ”

I haven't eaten for forty or fifty years, and it shouldn't be good to eat meat suddenly. But Zhong Zhen didn't hear what Xiao Bufan was saying, and he wasn't surprised why he became so polite and meticulous.

She felt so sad and hurt that her whole heart seemed to be empty, and she was stabbed in by a sharp knife and instantly dug out.

There is no eyebrow at all about looking for soul cultivation wood, those shops have never heard of such a thing, Zhong Zhen has already rummaged through the list of major immortal cultivation city auctions, and he has never seen such a thing. Even if you get the soul nourishing wood, it's been six hundred years, unless your friends can reach the refining stage, they will already be dead.

The longevity of the refining period is uncertain, but I have not heard of anyone who has lived past 700 years old.

Even if he hasn't passed away yet, he doesn't have that much time to cultivate the Seven Spirits and Three Souls.

It's too late for anything.

"When the morning light first appeared, it turned out to be the farewell of a lifetime, I was wrong......" Zhong Zhen covered her face and cried bitterly.

Xiao Bufan's face also showed a miserable look, he was silent for a long time, and handed over a cyan pigment handkerchief embroidered with a small red wildflower.

He said softly, "Actually, not all of them will never see each other again. ”

Zhong Zhen took the handkerchief blankly, but did not wipe her tears, turned her head and stared at Xiao Bufan for a long time, "Zhu Ziling, at this time, I suddenly don't want to see you." ”

The veil of the immortal cultivator is used for defense, used as a magic weapon for flying, but it is never used to wipe tears. This is a simple plain that only mortal men can use, a small flower with a few leaves, embroidered with great care.

The fabric is also very particular, soft and thick to the touch, but with toughness.

"Xiao Bufan" chuckled slightly embarrassedly, "If you don't want to see me, you won't save Xiao Bufan." ”

He is not Xiao Bufan, he is Zhu Ziling.

Zhong Zhen angrily smashed the handkerchief into Zhu Ziling's face, "Don't you pretend that you will die, you still use this kind of handkerchief, even the bed and bedding are so particular, do you think you are a royal descendant?" Here, the prince of the mortal country is not as good as a grass, and he will be pinched to death by an immortal cultivator at any time with two fingers. ”

Zhu Ziling was not angry at all, he was still very calm, and casually took the handkerchief into his hand and said: "You are sad in your heart, just vent your anger at me, it is easy to hurt your body and mind if you hold it." ”

"All efforts can't compete with time, it's been a thousand years, six hundred years in the world, it's too late......," Zhong Zhen muttered.

It turns out that man's greatest enemy is time, and nothing can defeat its destruction.

She had a sense of death, as if there was no hope for the future, and she could no longer rely on it. Everything turns into nothingness, and when you blow it, it flies into the air and disappears without a trace. (To be continued.) )