She was blowing nonsense in Ningguo, saying "My ancestor of the Murong family", Zhong Zhen only then understood how big the cowhide blew and blew directly into the sky.

There are several villages living on this green sole, and the village chief of the Murong family is already the highest cultivator in the whole village.

In the other villages, there were no cultivators at all.

The reason why Murong's family has not been found is because it is too remote and bitterly cold, and few people have gone out for thousands of years. The only few people who went out, such as the lame, changed their surnames.

The lame man does have a flying magic weapon, which was given by a cultivator in the soul refining period hundreds of years ago, who felt the simplicity of this place, and added it in order to thank the lame man's family for their kindness, and at the same time left some spirit crystals.

The man probably thought that anyway, when it came to the soul refining period, the flying magic weapon could only be sold for money, and these people had stayed here for generations, and with such a thing, they could still go outside to take a look.

Thousands of years of quiet have washed away the glory of the past.

Zhong Zhen sighed, the years are really a great thing, let a once prominent family disappear, let a strong man like Xinghua Ancestor die quietly in the wasteland, and let the beauty become an old man with wrinkles on his face like chrysanthemums.

But the years have also made her a child who is afraid of even rats, and now she can pick up a knife to kill.

The old emperor of the Bai family worked hard, not just to prevent the years from annihilating them, just like those families who disappeared.

Ningguo's Zhao family is now a puppet, the Lu family is finished, and in the future, the Deng family and the Cheng family are afraid that the two tigers will compete, who will win and who will perish? And the victorious family, will it gradually become like the Lu family because it has become the first family, and the children of the family will become more and more rampant, and will eventually be ruthlessly wiped out by other families.

It's the same with those sects, a rising ancestor can turn a small sect into a big sect, and with the death of the ancestor. The sect will also decline.

Life is impermanent, who can be immortal?

For the first time, Zhong Zhen felt the true meaning of Master's words, that the true meaning of cultivation is immortality. In addition to the fear of death in human nature, it is also because there is only eternal life. In order to withstand the devastation of the years and continue the eternal glory.

No matter how great and brilliant it is, what is the use, in the end it is still death. She lay on the grass, looking at the white clouds floating in the sky, and thought leisurely. Suddenly, I felt that I didn't want to practice at all, and it was not bad to live on this green sole for the rest of my life.

At this moment, a little child ran over quickly while laughing, didn't see anyone on the ground, tripped and fell, and the whole person rolled from one side of Zhong Zhen's body to the other, and the windmill made of animal skin in his hand flew far away.

He patronized the windmill and didn't even look at the ground.

I don't know if it was because the windmill was broken, or because it hurt too much, but the child was holding the broken windmill in his hand. Crying earth-shatteringly.

Not far away, a middle-aged woman hurriedly ran over, her cultivation was not weak, and her speed was extremely fast, she picked up the child and coaxed: "A man can't cry when he wrestles, it will make people laugh." ”

"I don't cry when I wrestle, I cry when the windmill breaks." The child sobbed and explained.

"Wait for Grandma to make you a stronger one, and it won't be bad to keep."

"Well, Grandma is the best." The child stopped crying when he heard this, and struggled to get out of the woman's arms, urging her to make a new windmill.

Zhong Zhen looked at the middle-aged woman with a blank gaze. I haven't seen her for more than 30 years, how did Senior Sister Wang become the grandmother of a little doll.

Wang Sanya, the dung aunt of the Flower Pavilion, was standing in front of Zhong Zhen at the moment, coaxing her little grandson with a kind face. She didn't notice anyone lying on the ground for years.

Wang Sanya also realized that there was someone next to him at this time, and was about to apologize, but found that the other party was a cultivator in the soul refining period, so he was taken aback, for fear that his predecessors would blame, so he hurriedly bowed.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. My little grandson is ignorant and rushes into his seniors. ”

Zhong Zhen sat up, wanting to open his mouth to recognize him, but found that the other party didn't recognize him at all, and suddenly felt that it seemed that it was not so necessary to recognize him. She smiled and said, "It's okay, let your grandson stumble, but mine is not, I didn't pick the right place to rest." ”

Wang Sanya was even more frightened, is this talking back, after she went out of the Flower Pavilion back then, she dealt with people and often couldn't understand other people's intentions.

For example, "borrow some spirit crystals to use" means "I'm here to rob". This is not bad, some people speak more strangely, such as "I think we are very close", in fact, they want to be a dew couple with her.

She hurriedly bowed and continued to apologize: "No, no, no, it's my little grandson who ran in the wrong place, so I'll take him away." ”

Zhong Zhen watched her go away, a slightly short and fat figure, dressed in a very simple dress, and once again felt that things were wrong.

She thought to herself, Senior Sister Wang left the Flower Pavilion, she must have seen all kinds of things in the cultivation world outside, with her simple heart, people who have known for a long time are willing to borrow spirit crystals, it is indeed not suitable to mix with cultivators, and she must have been deceived very badly.

In the end, it was extremely wise to choose to marry and have children in an inaccessible place.

Now Senior Sister Wang is also a "grandma". It's really time to get old!

In the spirit of curiosity, Zhong Zhen secretly went to visit Wang Sanya's family. What surprised her was that the person who Senior Sister Wang married turned out to be Qiu Bali.

How did these two get together, she couldn't help but wonder.

Could it be that Senior Sister Wang came to the Dark Tomb Gate to meet Senior Brother Qiu Bali in order to find her whereabouts, and the two fell in love and finally became a couple.

Senior Brother Qiu will definitely not use dead people as fertilizer to raise Yin Moon Fruit now, and it is estimated that the broken bones and dung of cattle and sheep will not be necessary.

Zhong Zhen saw the vegetables and fruits planted in front of their house, and saw that they were growing very well, thinking that these two people really complemented each other, Qiu Bali loved to grow vegetables, and Wang Sanya was not taboo at all about the smell of fertilizer.

Originally, she was a little hesitant to recognize each other, but now she made up her mind, it is better not to recognize each other, so as not to blow a pool of spring water. She has always believed that cultivators should not be considered to have children in marriage, and once they enter this rank, they will be no different from ordinary people, and everyone will no longer be fellow travelers.

Her grandfather, whom she had never met, hurried back and forth, leaving the pain of her life to her grandmother. Yao Niang gave birth to her, but she didn't want to raise her, so she also chose to discard.

Such things are not uncommon.

I can't stay here any longer, Zhong Zhen thought to herself, if she stays any longer, the blood will flow slower than before, and she will become like Lu Jinyu, and half of her cultivation will be wasted.

What's even worse is that they will yearn to have a home.

Those children are really the cutest group in the world, with joy, anger and sorrow on their faces, laughing unscrupulously, crying unscrupulously, childish and ridiculous words, and scheming expressions, no matter what kind of appearance, they are extremely heartwarming.

The baby's smiling face seems to be the sweetest poison, eroding people's hearts little by little. (To be continued.) )