Trying to suppress the sourness in his heart, Ling Xi said goodbye to everyone and slowly returned to the room.

She had a rare night's rest, lying in bed and falling into confusion.

The higher the monk's cultivation, the longer the lifespan, even thousands of years.

She is a mortal, but she is just a speck of dust in the long river of time......

She will die after all, and she will grow old before anyone in the Ling family......

Maybe when parting, she won't be sad?

Maybe life and death part, the living will be more painful.

Maybe three or five years after her death, everyone will still remember her.

Maybe decades, centuries, thousands of years later, she is a thing of the past?

Ling Xi's nose was sour, I don't know if it was the atmosphere of the New Year or tired, why did he suddenly become hypocritical?

She couldn't help but spit on herself, and suddenly the voices of the Ling family sounded outside.

"Cousin, you don't have to practice again for the New Year, you said that you will take Xin'er and Sister Xi'er to catch the blue bird in the New Year!"

"Cousin, come out quickly, let's go to the sword competition and see who carved the ice sculpture beautifully!"

"Son, my mother made your favorite osmanthus cake when you were a child."

"Yun'er, the second aunt also sewed a set of clothes for you and Xi'er, hurry up and try it out."

"My lord, Uncle Ling, this old bone, is still waiting for you to come out for dinner."

The enthusiastic call warmed Ling Xi's heart.

She blinked her misty eyes, and suddenly opened the door with a smile in her eyebrows: "This city lord is busy with affairs, and I will accompany you for a while at most!" ”

As he spoke, the people burst out laughing.

Life has been rushing for decades, why does she care so much?

Wouldn't it be nice to shine in a limited life?

Just like what others said in the previous life - every day is lived as the last day, cherish and be grateful.

Mother Ling looked at her daughter and laughed loudly, and her face softened.

Of course, her daughter knows that this mortal body will lose one point of life every year, so in order not to make her daughter sad, she deliberately pulled people over to be lively.

Mother Ling sighed, she wanted ten longevity pills more than improving her cultivation!

Regardless of the monks and mortals, one can increase the life span by ten years, and two can increase the life span by twenty years, and a maximum of ten can be taken, which is an extra hundred years of life!

For one or two hundred years, most low-level monks will have this lifespan.

It's a pity that the longevity pill is a seven-grade pill, and it changes its life against the sky to increase longevity, and its price is at least 100 ink crystals.

Ling Xi only learned about such a thing as the Longevity Pill a few years later, and when he learned that he needed 100 ink crystals, he complained fiercely.

All year round, with this kind of income plus taxes, she can earn at least about fifty ink crystals. And you can't buy pills, treasures, martial arts and other sundries, and you can't even afford a longevity pill!

If you work hard for two years, you can only live for ten more years!

However, life is precious, not money can be measured.

Of course, it is impossible for her to use all her assets to buy Longevity Pill, the Ling family needs to develop, the lockdown needs to develop, and things like Longevity Pill should be slowly saved.

At this time, the Ling family was keeping vigil in the courtyard.

The second aunt couldn't help but say, "Xi'er really doesn't come out to chatter?" At this time, the New Year is lively. ”

Ling's mother shook her head again and again: "Yun'er and I just went to see it yesterday, Xi'er was seriously injured and not healed, she woke up and fell asleep, and her body couldn't stand the cold, so let's follow her." ”

After all, it's already looking ahead.

I saw Ling Xi and his cousin and cousin, holding a sword to slash the ice.

However, the juniors played and frolicked, and did not use spiritual power, it was purely a technical competition.

Mother Ling was amused, and looked at the night sky again - master, I finally have some hope for the coming year.