Seventy years of life is an extremely important thing for mortals. As long as there are conditions, a very grand celebration ceremony will be held.

Mortals in the Kyushu border generally do not live to be seventy years old. From about the age of 50, their physical functions will begin to gradually deteriorate, and after the age of 60, the rate of deterioration will be greatly increased. Those who live long in the general sense only end up living to be in their sixties.

But anyone who can live to the age of 70 is either particularly good at health preservation, or has a special physique and sufficient vitality. But whether you are good at health preservation or have a special physique, as long as you can't break through the threshold between acquired and innate energy, and can't absorb the vitality of heaven and earth to supplement the loss of your own vitality, seventy years old is almost the limit.

Throughout the ages, few mortals without any peculiarities have lived to their eighties. In fact, even if you get the immortal elixir or cultivation exercises, as long as you can't break through the innate realm, you will still be "rare in seventy years of life".

Wu Jie's brother Wu Chengcheng had taken a life-prolonging elixir, but he only lived to be in his early seventies. The elixir could not prolong his lifespan, but only made his body healthier, disease-free, and lived steadily to his seventies.

When Wu Hou of Zhaoyang County, the head of the important ministers of the Great Chu State, died, there was no vision, and there was no pain and struggle. He was in the small courtyard outside the study of the Hou Mansion, sitting on the rattan chair carefully made by his younger brother with his hands and without force, basking in the warm autumn afternoon sun, smiling and watching his great-grandson in the study read seriously.

Laughing and laughing, the smile disappeared from his face, leaving only a calm serenity.

His funeral, as usual for him, also followed the Wu family's consistent tradition, simple and simple.

It's not a low-key luxury, it's not a simplicity but not a simplicity. It is like an ordinary person, simple, simple and peaceful.

After Wu Cheng's death, he was buried in the Wuhou Cemetery, in addition to the old Wuhou and his wife, there was also his eldest son Wu Yin.

Wu was born when Wu Cheng was twenty-one years old, but died before his father.

He took his uncle Lin Lushan as an example all his life, was diligent in government and loved the people, self-denial and public service, and was famous for his virtue. But such diligence also greatly damaged his body, making him sick at a young age.

Of course, Wu Xie also brought him the elixir, but the elixir was not omnipotent after all. Holding the right is originally only the talent of the middle, and the reason why it can make achievements that ordinary geniuses are eye-catching is because of the word diligence.

His diligence has long exceeded the limits of what the mortal body can bear, and even with the help of elixir, it can only alleviate his pain, but it cannot allow him to live a long life like his own father.

Wu Zhizheng, the second generation of Jishi Marquis, eventually died before he was fifty years old. Leaving behind a stable and prosperous county that has remained stable and prosperous despite the terrible drought, it has become a beautiful talk in the land of Kyushu.

But who could have known that behind that extraordinary prosperity was an ordinary mortal who burned himself like a candle in pure oxygen to maintain it?

The third generation of Ji Shihou was succeeded by Wu Cheng's eldest grandson. Wu Xie deliberately forgot the name of this junior, just as he deliberately forgot the name of the contemporary emperor of the Great Chu State.

He has too many entanglements with the world, and he should let go when it is time to let go.

It was enough that he brought the beginning of prosperity to the Wu family, and maintained this prosperity for decades; He helped the Great Chu State survive several crises, and it was enough.

Wu Jie's relatives and friends in the world, those who were a little more familiar with him, had all grown old and died. Those who can still maintain a friendship with him are cultivators who are as detached from the years as he is.

He doesn't have to deliberately cut off the dust, the years will naturally help him cut it off. Even if he wanted to continue to maintain the fate of the earth, it was impossible.

Yin Shuang once tried to maintain his own dust. She has come to the mortal world more than once to help her earthly family live a happy and stable life, help them solve all kinds of troubles, and deal with all kinds of enemies.

With her help, those mortals who were otherwise useless were given power and status far beyond their capabilities. They are extremely extravagant, they are overbearing, and they even dare to argue with the immortals who are high up - because their backers are even more powerful immortals.

But in the end, they still can't escape the power of time.

When death comes, they are angry, they are afraid, they cry. They are reluctant to enjoy themselves in the world, to be rich and prosperous, and to be in a position of power.

They curse their enemies because they make them afraid; They cursed the people under their rule, because they were distracted by faith; They even cursed Yin Shuang, who had brought them power and status, because Yin Shuang reassured them.

"Why can you live forever, but we must die of old age!" They were hysterical and roared for no reason.

But...... None of this makes sense.

Even the Blood Sect Sect Sect Leader Bin Lin, who had returned the Dan Six Turns, was still unable to resist death, how could a mere group of mortals do it?

Even...... Their prosperity, their power and position, their life of poverty and luxury, did not last.

After the battle of picking stars, Yin Shuang made a great achievement, and before Bin Lin died, regardless of the pain, he used extremely cruel and terrifying means to forcibly squeeze out the remnants of his physical true yuan, refining it into a blood bead as a reward for her.

Yin Shuang understood what he meant—although her strength was far beyond her own cultivation realm, her Dao was too low after all. This kind of cultivation, whether it is to deal with the internal turmoil of the Demon Gate, or to resist the general attack that the righteous path will launch sooner or later, is far from enough.

Therefore, after obtaining the Blood Spirit Bead, she immediately began to retreat, concentrating on absorbing the power of the Blood Spirit Bead.

She was in retreat for two years, missing Binlin's funeral, the enthronement ceremony of the old man Tianyan, and the distress signal sent by her family.

When she got out, she found that her family had long since disappeared - they had accumulated too much hatred in the area and provoked too many enemies. Eventually, these hatreds erupted, and their enemies banded together to attack them.

That battle didn't last long, and the Yin family, which was completely unsupported, was easily destroyed, from the old man to the baby. Even the mansion, which symbolized power and status, and once made countless people yearn for and fear, was burned down.

"I ordered it." When Yin Shuang asked the old man Tianyan, the new Blood Sect Sect Master smiled and said, "It's not for fun, but to help you." ”

"Girl, you have too many worries in the world, which is not a good thing." He smiled kindly, not showing the slightest malice, "So I helped you completely cut off the dust, you don't have to thank me, this is what the master should do." ”

Yin Shuang was stunned, and then sighed helplessly.

What could she do?

When she complained to Wu Jie, Wu Xie could only accompany her and smile bitterly.

"Actually, the edge of the dust will inevitably be broken." He said his situation, hoping to make Yin Shuang feel better, "All we can do is accept it silently." ”

Of course, Yin Shuang also understands this truth, but in the face of those hateful guys in the Demon Gate, she just can't figure it out calmly.

Looking at Wu Jie's gentle smile, she calmed down.

"You're right—"

Before she could finish, she frowned and looked in a certain direction.

At this moment, whether it was the human world or the netherworld, Kyushu or the outer heavens, whether it was decent or demonic, all those who were good at swordsmanship frowned and looked in that direction.

A clear sword roar came from there, resounding in their hearts.