Seeing that Zhang Zichen agreed to his request, Yuan Xuanqi exhaled a long breath.

At this moment, on the ice bed behind everyone, there was a sudden grinding sound.

Zhang Zichen and the others looked back and saw a young man with long hair and about twenty or thirty years old sitting up from the ice bed.

He is Yuan Yingxing, who has just woken up.

Yuan Yingxing has not changed for more than 20 years because he has been preserved by the thousand-year-old ice spirit and his father's true qi, so he still looks quite young.

Looking at Yuan Yingxing who sat up, Zhang Zichen always felt that he and Yuan Xuanqi were very imaginative, and this feeling made Zhang Zichen think that he had seen Yuan Xuanqi when he was young.

Yuan Yingxing sat up in front of everyone, he beat his head and screamed softly.

After a moment's pause, Yuan Yingxing raised his eyelids and glanced around.

In the end, Yuan Yingxing set his eyes on an elderly man, who was still supported by Zhang Zichen.

But Yuan Yingxing recognized it at a glance, this was his father.

"Daddy!"

Yuan Yingxing suddenly walked down from the ice bed and knelt down in front of Yuan Xuanqi: "Dad, it's a child who is sorry for you!"

Yuan Yingxing sobbed.

It wasn't until later that Zhang Zichen knew that although Yuan Yingxing's three souls and seven spirits were separated, they did not have their own consciousness.

But when these three souls and seven spirits came together again, Yuan Yingxing became conscious.

And these consciousnesses are what these three souls and seven spirits passed on to him.

Because before, Yuan Xuanqi had been using his true qi to keep Yuan Yingxing's body from being damaged, and Yuan Xuanqi had been trying to save his son for decades.

These things have actually been recorded by Yuan Yingxing's three souls and seven spirits.

Although he was not conscious before, when the three souls and seven spirits converged, Yuan Yingxing already knew a qiē.

It was his father, Yuan Xuanqi, who had been guarding him night and night, trying to save him.

So for this qiē, the first thing Yuan Yingxing did when he woke up was to kneel down to his father.

After Yuan Yingxing bowed three times and bowed nine times, he raised his head, "Dad, why? After so many years, why didn't you give up, I hurt you, and all your life's cultivation was ruined by me." ”

"Hahahaha!" However, when Yuan Xuanqi saw that his son was able to stand up and kneel down to speak, he opened his mouth and laughed.

"Okay, good!" Yuan Xuanqi was happy in his heart, "Yingxing, you get up first and let your father touch it." ”

"Uh-huh, Dad!" Yuan Yingxing quickly stood up and walked to Yuan Xuanqi's side.

Yuan Xuanqi was already wrinkled and looked like he was ten years old, but it was not difficult to see from his eyes that the tearful eyes revealed his love for his son.

Looking at his beloved son, Yuan Xuanqi finally stretched out his hands tremblingly, stroking Yuan Yingxing's hands, and then his body and face.

This is like when a man touches a woman, the joy, the excitement, is simply vivid.

However, when Yuan Xuanqi held his son's face with both hands, his next moment of movement stopped.

Yuan Xuanqi didn't move.

Zhang Zichen was stunned for a moment, as if he expected what was happening, he hurriedly shouted: "Senior." ”

There was no answer.

Zhang Zichen shouted again: "Senior Yuan!"

Still no answer.

Zhang Zichen understood, everyone understood, a generation of master Yuan Xuanqi has passed away!

"Daddy!"

"Master!"

Suddenly, the cries and shouts were undulating.

Looking at the crying crowd, Zhang Zichen took a deep breath, and he smiled softly and bitterly: "Senior Yuan is a superb Taoist, but in the second half of his life, he completely handed over his own qi to his son Yuan Yingxing, which is an extremely great father's love. ”

Although Yuan Xuanqi used the forbidden technique to resurrect his son, in this way, the soul of the guide zhì was scattered, and he could not be reincarnated forever.

But no matter what, Yuan Xuanqi died with a smile.

So for this, Zhang Zichen can be regarded as a silent blessing for Yuan Xuanqi.

The deceased is gone, and if he tries to force something unrealistic, it can only be the expectation in front of Yuan Xuanqi.

Just when Zhang Zichen and the others were saddened by Yuan Xuanqi's death, suddenly, a gust of wind blew.

Yuan Xuanqi, who was already dozens of years old, exuded a faint white light, and in this white light, Yuan Xuanqi's body actually changed.

It's like a person slowly turning into dust, slowly becoming virtual.

"What's going on?" Zhang Zichen said in surprise, "The senior's body is slowly disappearing!"

Zhang Zichen was not wrong, because Yuan Xuanqi's body slowly became virtual, and a particle of dust began to slowly spread from all over his body, volatilized into the air, and disappeared.

In fact, everyone has seen this phenomenon.

Liuyue Shuang took a deep breath and explained, "Master, he used the forbidden technique to resurrect the second senior brother, and he himself has already destroyed the laws of the Heavenly Dao. Therefore, the Master will not remain in any space or place, including after His death. ”

When Zhang Zichen heard this, his face turned pale: "Master Shuang, do you mean that Senior Yuan, not only has his three souls and seven spirits been dispersed, but even his body cannot be stored anywhere in this universe?"

Although this was a cruel fact, Liuyue Shuang had to accept it: "Well, you're right, Master he's ...... In the whole world, not even a single thought will be left to us. ”

When Zhang Zichen heard this, he was stunned.

Therefore, father's love is precious, and a father, for the sake of his son, can give up his life.

And Yuan Xuanqi, as a cultivator, understands the three souls and seven spirits and reincarnation even more, just this one, he is willing to sacrifice his opportunity to be a new man for his son, how great this is!

In this way, under the gaze of everyone, Yuan Xuanqi's body slowly turned into dust particles and disappeared into the air.

This whole process lasted for about five minutes, until Yuan Xuanqi disappeared, and everyone was still immersed in this extreme sadness.

Among them, especially Yuan Yingxing and He Huimin cried the most.

Time flies, the stars shift, and the sun rises early and sets late in the sky, three days later.

Inside the Tiangang Gate, white silk is hung everywhere.

Yuan Xuanqi's funeral was very simple, just an extremely simple form, which was also what Yuan Xuanqi hoped for before his death.

However, this seven-day period of filial piety must be carried out.

Therefore, Liuyueshuang instructed that in the seven days of Tiangang Gate, all the disciples in the gate must bring white silk and mourn for Yuan Xuanqi.

And in the past seven days, Zhang Zichen did not leave, he and Zhang Jianfeng both stayed in Tiangangmen, chanting scriptures and listening to sermons, silently blessing the dead Yuan Xuanqi.