[For immortal cultivators, the concept of time is always slightly different from the mundane, and in a blink of an eye, a hundred years have passed]

The blurred scene in front of him became clear again, Cheng Lin looked at the changes of the four seasons of the mountains, slightly stunned, and then calm.

Only this time, to his surprise, he seemed to have changed something as time passed.

He clearly felt that his body had become thinner and drier, and the skin of his hands hanging at his sides had dried up a lot and become a little loose.

Raising his hand, he touched his face, and he noticed the obvious roughness.

He had a faint guess, walked to a water tank in the small courtyard, looked down, the water in the tank reflected a slightly old face, Cheng Lin turned his head sideways, and the white hair on his sideburns was faintly visible.

"It's ...... Old? ”

If Cheng Lin had enlightenment, he closed his eyes and looked inward, but he saw that under the old body, the meridians of the body were extremely strong, and the aura was like a tide, rumbling and rolling, like a big river, unprecedented magnificence.

[In the past hundred years, you have not stepped out of the barren mountain half a step, at first you will go to the Zongmen canteen, and later, you will no longer go, but just open up a few vegetable fields in the barren mountain, farming for fun, and with your departure, the rumors about you have gradually dissipated, people seem to have forgotten your existence, and later, as the time goes deeper, occasionally someone thinks of you, but it is no longer jealousy and mockery, but to think of some good, as a reminiscence of the past]

[Although the barren mountain is also located in the mountain gate of the Great Dao Sect, it seems to be two worlds, sometimes, you may not see a disciple of the sect for a whole year, and occasionally you see it from a distance, and it also flies away in a hurry, and later, even those who are shocked have become strange faces]

[In the past hundred years, the Dao Sect's qi training techniques have been mastered by you, so you start to get bored, except for being in a daze every day, you just continue to practice qi, but this realm seems to have no end, and you can't see the shadow of the foundation, so you can only practice qi]

[The lifespan of a cultivator is always more than that of ordinary people, generally speaking, the higher the realm, the higher the lifespan, but as a Qi Refining Realm cultivator, you will inevitably grow old after all]

……

The narration faded in his mind, and Cheng Lin looked around the courtyard, which seemed to have not changed from a hundred years ago, and the dilapidated houses had obviously been repaired many times, low and ugly.

In the small courtyard surrounded by a wooden fence, a water tank, next to an ancient tree, at this moment, the leaves are yellow and falling, floating in the clear water in the tank, waving its fine ripples.

Cheng Lin looked away, dusted off his washed white robe, swept over the neat and beautiful green vegetable patch in the garden, crossed the wooden fence gate, and saw three figures slowly climbing up.

He remained silent, just waited quietly, and after half an hour, the three finally came to the outside of the courtyard.

In the middle is an old man with white hair and a rickety body, who looks like the wind is blowing down, and he is a man and a woman on his left and right, who seem to be a middle-aged couple carefully supporting him.

The old man climbed up as if he had wasted a lot of strength, waved his hand, and made the middle-aged couple retreat, while he staggered into the courtyard with a wooden cane, facing Cheng Lin, the rickety body was even more rickety.

"Young Master."

Cheng Lin's face softened: "He Miao? ”

From the shape of the old man's face, you can vaguely see the short-haired and delicate young scholar at the beginning.

"Do you remember me?" He Miao seemed to be extremely excited, her old body trembled, and her cloudy eyes faintly filled with tears.

Cheng Lin walked into the house, dragged a wooden chair, and asked him to sit down, after that, he looked at He Miao and said in an ethereal tone: "You are old." ”

He Miao held his cane, and a smile appeared on his face like a shriveled peel: "The young master is still young." ”

Cheng Lin thought of the white hair on his sideburns, and looked at the scholar who stepped into the tomb with half a foot, and was silent.

After a while, he asked, "How is it at home?" ”

He Miao sighed when she heard this, as if she was in reminiscence, and began to pick up important things in a slow tone, overall fine, although the family business is not as prosperous as it was back then, but it is still a rich family, hungry, not frozen:

"It's just that on the day Madame died, she was still chanting your name, young master."

Cheng Lin snorted and didn't say anything.

He Miao sighed again, and then said with a smile, the couple was indeed his son and daughter-in-law, and they were still filial, and their grandchildren had also entered the county school: "If it weren't for the young master, you gave me a lot of pills to eat, and I wouldn't be alive today." ”

Cheng Lin thought to himself that it was probably a detail that was omitted in the plot, and he could afford to give the elixir...... It was probably when he was admitted to the sect in his first year.

"It's just that now I know that I won't live long, so I want to see you again, and I am satisfied to see you again." He Miao said.

“…… Very good. Cheng Lin calmly spit out these two words.

Immediately, the small courtyard fell silent, He Miao trembled and got up, finally bowed, didn't say anything, turned around and slowly went down the mountain with the support of the middle-aged couple.

Cheng Lin stood at the gate of the courtyard, only to see that the three of them were gone, and then looked at Ji Xuan, who appeared beside him at some point.

A hundred years have passed, Ji Xuan is no longer the young little Taoist priest he was at the beginning, he is dressed in a green robe, his black and shiny hair is tied on the top of his head, and he is fixed by a hosta.

He looked like he was about thirty years old, full of spirit, full of glory, elegant and majestic, but he stood there, the breeze blowing, like a real immortal, his breath was ethereal, and his realm was obviously very deep.

"You put them in?" Cheng Lin asked calmly.

He knew that the Great Dao Sect Mountain Gate was so majestic that ordinary people couldn't enter it at all.

Ji Xuan nodded, did not deny it, and then he looked at Cheng Lin, who was already old, Ji Xuan's young face changed, but in the end he just asked: "Haven't built a foundation yet?" ”

"The foundation has not yet been laid."

Hearing Cheng Lin's answer, Ji Xuan sighed lightly, although the lifespan of a cultivator is a little more, it is difficult for him to live past five hundred years even in the Mahayana realm.

"I've been named the next leader, and maybe I'll take over soon." Ji Xuan looked at the peaks and said in a flat voice.

Cheng Lin's white eyebrows raised slightly: "Congratulations." ”

Ji Xuan raised his right hand and handed over a jasper wine jar: "My wedding wine." ”

Cheng Lin thought that this word sounded a little strange, but he still took it with his shriveled right arm: "Thank you, it's a pity that I don't have any decent gifts for you here." ”

Ji Xuan smiled, shook his head slightly, and then chatted a few more words, and said a few names, Deacon Zeng Lin was finally promoted to elder, and so-and-so and so-and-so became peak masters or something.

Cheng Lin thought about it carefully, and then remembered that the two names referred to the girl in purple and the young man in Chinese clothes.

"You're all good." He said.

Ji Xuan looked at Cheng Lin and sighed, but he didn't know what to say, just said, "Senior brother, I'll go first." ”

"No."

……

……

[Ji Xuan left, so the barren mountain returned to calm]

[He Miao died on the third day after leaving, Ji Xuan took over as the head of the house three months later, the Great Dao Sect is still prosperous, a hundred years have passed, a generation of new people have replaced the old, and the days have returned to the previous calm, planting vegetables, being in a daze, practicing qi, time always passes quickly when practicing, you have adapted to such a dull life, and silently waiting for the arrival of death, only occasionally when the sun is good, looking at those strange boys and girls shuttling between the peaks, you will recall the past]

[However, death has never come, you are getting older and older, your skin has gradually lost its moisture and become shriveled, like old bark, your hair is completely gray, there is no black left, your eyes are starting to be a little cloudy, your ears are no longer so good, you no longer like to move so much, you occasionally feel cold at night, and you begin to like to listen to the sound of burning fires]

[In this perception, you have lost your concept of time, in a blink of an eye, another four hundred years have passed, and the disciples who were in the same class as you have also withered and died, there is not much left, the Great Dao Sect is still the leader of the mainland cultivation world, but almost no one remembers you, and you can only find your name when the Classic Peak looks through the records of the sect, most people have forgotten that you are still alive, but those who remember you have died first]

……

The peaks came down from blur again, but Cheng Lin couldn't see the scenery clearly, he knew that this was because his eyes were about to break down, so he could only turn on the "wide-area vision" and observe the surroundings with the help of his ability.

Time...... It seems to be night, season, as if it were winter.

There was snow in the courtyard, the trees had lost their leaves, the little water in the tank was frozen, and the broom was almost bald against the door.

Cheng Lin suddenly felt so cold, he really wanted to make a fire, he walked with a footstep that was no longer light, pushed open the door, came to the low thatched house, and picked up a few pieces of firewood and hay from the dark corner.

He held these, stuffed them into the stove pit with difficulty, and then lit them, and reached out to pick up a pitch-black, soot and rusty fire fork from the side of the stove, which was the "He Sword" he summoned from under the abyss when he entered the sect examination, and had been used as a fire fork all these years.

Picking up the He sword, he stabbed it into the stove with great effort, blowing air, the flames gradually became stronger, Cheng Lin felt the warmth, and the serious expression on his face eased slightly.

Suddenly, if he realized something, he put down the fire fork, pushed open the door, and saw two figures walking outside the courtyard.

Four hundred years have passed, Ji Xuan is also old, his hair is silver, although his face is still red, but he can't hide his tiredness, it is not easy to be in charge of a sect, four hundred years of intrigues, how not to be tired?

His body is fat, he looks a little fat, he is still in a green robe, but he has changed his wide sleeves, he is no longer as handsome and translucent as before, and he is helplessly stained with some greasy.

Beside him, there was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, dressed in green clothes, with bright eyes and bright teeth, with a towering head, and some cooked side dishes in his hands.

"Ji Xuan?"

Cheng Lin looked out of the door with pale eyes and said in an old tone.

Ji Xuan pointed to the door of the low thatched house, the old man, wearing an inconspicuous old robe, and said to the young man beside him, "Call Uncle Shi." ”

The young man was stunned, glanced at Cheng Lin with a strange look, and then lowered his head and said seriously: "I've seen Uncle Shi." ”

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ps: The prepared chapter names are still not used......