As if knowing Zhong Zhen's pain, Zhu Ziling suddenly said: "When I passed away, he had reached the refining stage, and that was thirty years ago. ”

Zhong Zhen looked at Zhu Ziling, even Xiao Bufan's face and body, because the two were somewhat similar, and he could no longer see Xiao Bufan's shadow.

This person is Zhu Ziling, and Zhong Zhen is extremely familiar with his every subtle movement and expression, and the tone of his speech.

His mind is still so transparent, he doesn't know what he grew up from. After only saying a word, Zhu Ziling immediately knew what she was thinking.

Dugu broke the city three hundred years ago and was in the refining period, so he was still alive. But if you are alive, you will die after all, and almost all the ancestors in the refining period have not lived past seven hundred years old, so calculate the time......

Zhong Zhentou began to faint again, how old is Dugu Pocheng now?

Zhu Ziling saw Zhong Zhen wrestling his fingers, and immediately said: "He is three years older than me, and when you left Beijing, Brother Dugu was sixty-eight years old. According to him, it was the morning of the third day of the fifth month. Thus it was fifty-nine years and two hundred and twenty days......"

Is the day you left on the third day of the fifth month? She only remembered the days after crossing the snowy mountain, and how long it took to climb the mountain, but she didn't remember.

Angered by this series of numbers, Zhong Zhen hurriedly interrupted Zhu Ziling and said, "Please don't procrastinate, give me the final number, how old is he?" ”

Zhu Ziling's voice became very small and he almost didn't hear it, "He is six hundred and sixty-four years old this year, if his body is still healthy, he should still be alive." ”

Even though his voice was very small, Zhong Zhen still heard it like thunder in his ears, and his eyes seemed to be blurry, as if he couldn't see anything.

The whole heart is like a desert, desolate.

It's like something more important than life, thinking about it in a thousand ways, planning in every way, and suddenly finding that this matter has passed quietly.

Gone, gone.

Sitting on an embroidered pier, Zhong Zhen felt that she should be very sad. should cry bitterly, just like when Grandma died, she cried heartbreakingly. For some reason, I learned that I had slept for forty-six years. I can still cry, but now I can't shed a single tear.

There is only an endless emptiness, as if something has been lost and can never be recovered.

She originally planned that after eating the Mixed Yuan Pill, it would be easier to cultivate to a higher level and then go outside.

Now it's too late, with only three years left. Even if he could find the soul nourishing wood, Tuo Li Huaixu took a wisp of divine sense and entered the Qiankun mirror, but Dugu Pocheng did not have time to cultivate the three souls and seven spirits.

And he may not be alive at the moment.

Looking up at Zhu Ziling, who had Xiao Bufan's face, standing in front of her in silence with his eyes down, Zhong Zhen suddenly had a ridiculous thought.

Mu Qingsong had a pair of eyes so similar to Dugu Pocheng, he had invested a drop of essence blood, and it should have fallen into Dugu Pocheng's body.

Zhong Zhen struggled to recall Dugu Pocheng's appearance, his beard seemed to have never been shaved clean, even if the beard had not yet fully grown, there were always many dust stains on his face.

Only after going to the fire head barracks to take a shower. Only occasionally shows his true face. It was a slightly too delicate and beautiful face, but there were a pair of eyes full of amorous eyes, which did not match my height and width, and it looked extremely weird. He himself may not even know what he looks like, because Zhong Zhen has never seen him look in the mirror.

The same pair of eyes that flew obliquely from the corners of the eyes grew on Mu Qingsong's face. It's just that Mu Qingsong is not beautiful, his eyes are always slightly squinted, and he seems to be smiling even if he is not smiling, like a spring breeze.

If Mu Qingsong was also like Xiao Bufan, the original spirit would be damaged.

Zhong Zhen thought of this, but felt that he seemed to be a bastard. What is the difference between this and taking away? Zhu Ziling took Xiao Bufan into possession, and the surname Xiao was originally a bastard.

However, Mu Qingsong never deserved to die.

So what about Dugu Pocheng, should he just disappear from her life so silently?

When the morning sun first appeared......

The heart that was originally empty suddenly suddenly seemed to be pierced by a sharp sword. There was a belated ache. Zhong Zhen couldn't help but exhale softly, and involuntarily raised her hand to cover her chest, as if she wanted to press down the sharp pain.

She silently covered her chest, and after a long time, she sighed and said to Zhu Ziling: "I'm sorry I lost my temper." I'm really glad you're here. It just so happened that Xiao Bufan's brain was broken. Directly let you take it. ”

Zhong Zhen didn't expect Zhu Ziling to die so early, how could such a shrewd person die early. But I don't know if I was killed or if I went crazy.

"Although Xiao Bufan's Yuan Shen is very badly damaged, he is not all necrotic, otherwise I won't survive." Zhu Ziling remembered that when he first woke up, he didn't know whether it was surprise or fright.

Of course, the surprise far outweighed the fright. That little fright soon turned into infinite joy.

Helpless to die, Zhu Ziling had a lot of grievances and too many regrets in his heart.

He fought to the end, covered in scaly wounds without an inch of intact skin, stained with blood, his strength had been used to the end, and then in the end he still did not escape the fate of death.

When he was pierced by the last sword, his vitality was cut off, and he looked at the distant sky, without hatred for the murderer in his heart, he just wanted to live this life again, live again, and practice again.

There is nothing worth trading for one's life, neither power nor money.

It was as if the heavens heard his call, and the originally dead person was resurrected in a strange place, in a strange body.

With a new beginning and, above all, a new future for him.

Careful thinking made Zhu Ziling quickly figure out the ins and outs. He lived in a guest house called Tianxuanzong's Diexiu Peak, with a girl named Song Wanqing by his side to take care of him, as well as an outer disciple, four miscellaneous disciples, who took turns to serve for more than ten years.

The original body of this body was called Xiao Bufan, an immortal cultivator in the Jindan stage, who had been unconscious for many years because of the injury of the Yuan Shen.

As for why he entered this body, it was only slowly inquired.

Tianxuanzong has a treasure called the Qiankun Mirror, let these immortal cultivators invest their essence blood, and after a few decades, they can recover their essence blood, and strengthen their own primordial spirits and strengthen their state of mind.

It's just that Qiankun Mirror disappeared many years ago, and the search was fruitless. Tianxuanzong didn't dare to make a noise, and had been looking for it slowly in secret. Those monks who have paid a lot of spirit stones, if they compensate one by one, it will be a lot of money.

Fortunately, although the essence blood did not return for some time, it began to return again. The mirror is still not found, although it is a treasure, it does not contain any breath, it is really not easy to find. One can only wait for the person who stole the treasure to take it out and use it, and be detected by the disciples who are secretly looking for it.

Xiao Bufan's essence blood returned, and was noticed by the disciples guarding the divine sense brand, and the transmission note could not find Xiao Bufan's whereabouts, and after tossing and turning, he was finally handed over to Yu Ling, the peak master of Diexiu Peak.

Although Yu Ling and Xiao Bufan may not be close friends, Hong Tianming actually threw him to Tianxuanzong, and he still has to do what he should do. He personally pasted the jade plaque on Xiao Bufan's forehead, and implanted the essence blood and primordial spirit in the brand into his body with a secret method. (To be continued.) )