The "Ding ................" heart monitor had become a straight line, and a gray-haired old lady swallowed her last breath.

At the same time, my colorless soul was detached from my body.

I was not helpless and confused, because I saw him, I smiled and ran to him like a girl, blurted out a "brother", he smiled dotingly and opened his arms to me, waiting for me to throw myself into his arms.

We hugged each other, without the sorrow of death, but with the joy of reunion! At this time, a discordant voice sounded: "Xiwen, there is no cause and no effect, a mortal goes to the immortal cultivation realm!" Two of you, please! ”

A light door appeared in front of us, slowly opened, and as he led me inside, he and I turned to look at my flesh and at the children with tears streaming down their faces! Saying our final goodbyes to this world, we smiled at each other and walked into the door hand in hand.

On the path of light he told me that mortal souls are colorless; The black soul is not cause and effect, and it has to stay here for cause and effect; The golden soul is meritorious, and it has to go to the divine realm. Because he waited for me, the road to cultivating immortals in this life will be more bumpy......

The road finally came to an end, a fork in the road appeared, and we were about to part again, and he hugged me and told me that I still can't escape in this life! Kiss me with reluctance! Let me wait for him to come to me!

Then he walked to a road without turning his head, and I looked at his back with tears in my eyes, and we were about to part when we got together just now!

I silently walked into the other way........

I walked absent-mindedly, not knowing what would happen in this life? How can we find each other? But I didn't know that at this time, the light path had begun to become unstable, and there was a collapse and shattering......

As soon as he stepped out, a burst of white light flashed in front of him, and he lost consciousness.

Lingkong Continent - the exile of the immortal cultivation realm - the secular world

The aura of this continent is thin. There are levels of cultivating immortals.

Qi training, foundation building, Jindan, Yuan Baby, Transforming God, Integration, Crossing the Tribulation...... Each realm is divided into nine sub-layers, and each sub-level is also divided into three stages, which are the early stage, the middle stage, and the late stage.

At the beginning of the foundation building, it is necessary to ascend a realm to cross the thunder tribulation, and after the completion of the tribulation, you can feel the ascension of the thunder tribulation and the ascension to the immortal realm......

Here human beings are divided into cultivators and ordinary people. Cultivators can cultivate spiritual power, and the higher the cultivation level, the stronger the strength.

The strength is endless, the cultivation of immortals has no years, and it has been a hundred years in the blink of an eye.

This sentence is not a joke, the longevity of a monk will increase with the increase of cultivation, the maximum longevity of the Qi refining period is 150 years old, the longevity of the foundation building period is up to 300 years old, the longevity of the Jindan period is up to 500 years old, and the longevity of the Yuan infant period is up to 1,000 years old......

The higher you cultivate, the more difficult it is to practice, and sometimes a single enlightenment or a retreat can take decades.

It is said that the longevity of a monk is long, but compared with the vast and infinite natural Dao method, it is also compared to the infinite heaven and earth...... It seems so small that it is not worth mentioning.

Cultivating immortals, immortals, soaring clouds and fog stand in the air, calling for wind and rain to do anything, and moving mountains and seas is only within a snap of a finger.

Cultivating immortals, cultivating immortals, reversing the sky, changing life, such as sailing against the current, retreating.

People who cultivate immortals are beyond the five elements and are not bound by the worldly rituals, and it is nonsense for men and women to defend themselves and hinder their reputations, competing for resources and breaking into secret realms...... You live and die, but no one cares whether you are a man or a woman, everyone fights for strength, courage, and scheming.

There are countless hardships and dilemmas, so the weak eat the strong, and the strength is respected, this is the real red fruit fruit and bloody survival rule in the immortal cultivation world......

mediocrity, muddy, like mayflies, dying in the twilight of life.

Yu Yu walks alone, tirelessly, such as Dachun, 8,000 years old only a spring and autumn.

How many days is fate?

Depends on me?

Northern Desert Country.

Sunset House.

Guishui County.

Gravel Village.

The bitter cold and barren and barren land in the north is a place of exile, where spiritual power is lacking, and they can't cultivate at all, they are all ordinary people.

Nestled on the hillside at the end of the village, there is a shabby, low, dark and damp thatched hut that was left behind by the people who fled the drought two years ago when they settled in the village.

The mud walls of the hut were in tatters, and the cracks were filled with straw to keep out the wind, and when you looked up, you could see the thatched roofs and the beams, which had become dark and full of insect eyes due to age, as if they were about to collapse at any moment.

The door has long been rotten and damaged, only a patched linen curtain was hung on it, as soon as the wind blew, the curtain was lifted to hit the door frame, making a "pop, pop" sound, the window was only one meter square, the window paper had already been broken, full of holes, accompanied by the sound of the wind "whirring, whirring".

Inside the room was a table that was long lost in wood, and a leg was missing, and a wooden stick was used as a temporary leg under the table. One head is deep in the earth, and the other head is firmly on the table.

It may be that the length of the wooden stick is not adjusted properly, the table top has a slight slope, and the basket resting on the table, although crooked, is still standing on top of it without being affected in the slightest.

Further in, it is not difficult to see a fire pit, and at this time, an emaciated girl lies on a faded and patched mattress sheet that has been washed. Her face was sallow, her eyes were closed, and her breathing was almost imperceptible!

When Xiwen woke up again, she was so frightened that she saw herself falling rapidly. Seeing that she was getting closer and closer to the ground, Xiwen screamed in fright, and closed her eyes with a pale face.

Hurt! This is Xiwen's only feeling now, she wants to open her eyes, but a wave of dizziness hits.

"Mother, everyone in the village said that the third sister was a plague god of bad luck, and Dr. Li said that if she can't wake up today, she has to prepare for the future. Is it true? A boy with a big head and a thin neck, dressed in coarse cloth, although shabby and with several patches, was clean and tidy, and said with a crying voice.

"Your third sister is not a plague god, Wenwen is blessed with a big life, and she will definitely be fine." A thin, thin, meaty, tired and weak woman wiped her tears.

The little girl in the woman's arms saw her mother and brother crying, and she began to cry too......

"Don't ...... Crying! A weak voice rang out. Xiwen felt that her brain hurt to death.

"Wenwen! Wenwen! Wenwen is awake! The woman kept staring at her daughter in surprise.

"Third sister, third sister!" The little boy and girl cried out happily with tears on their faces.

"Third sister! Third sister, you finally woke up, I thought ...... I thought it was ......"

The little man stood by the kang with teary eyes, talking in a choked voice, and he didn't dare to blink his eyes, for fear that if he blinked, his sister would be gone.

Xiwen felt very weak in her body, dizzy for a while, and thought to herself, what kind of tofu scum body is this? The tattered body was lying on the bed softly, and it was not easy to feel dizzy, and she said weakly: "Water!" ”

The woman saw that Xiwen's mouth moved, and she didn't hear what she said clearly, so she immediately leaned over to her ear and said gently, "Wenwen! Wenwen! What did you say? Do you want to drink water? ”

Xiwen nodded with all her might. The little boy hurriedly ran to the table, and with his little hands like two chicken paws, he carefully handed the warm water in the missing sea bowl to Xiwen's mouth.

"Third sister, come and drink water." And fed it to her mouth little by little, that nervous and careful appearance, even Xiwen felt that she was like a porcelain doll, and it would break if she was not careful.

She had been receiving the memories of the original owner just now, and her mind suddenly hurt, as if someone had forcibly stuffed something, and she frowned and suffered the pain.

Therefore, she couldn't open her eyes, and there were many more memories in her mind that didn't belong to her...... She also had to digest the fact of the crossing.

Well, if it comes, it will be safe!

She already knew that the era she had inexplicably traveled through was a different continent that had no record in history at all.

became a congenitally deficient, frail and sickly peasant girl, in order to treat her, the family sold her house and land, but she did not sell her sons and daughters, so the people in the village called her the plague god, the debt collector, the short-lived seed, and the medicine jar.

In the hearts of parents, no matter what the child is, living well is the most important thing!

There are seven people in the original owner's family, father Xi Yunqing, old lady Wang Xinrong, eldest sister Xi Rou twelve, second brother Xi Chun eleven, fourth brother Xi Hou eight years old, fifth sister Xi Yao five years old and her, the third in line Xi Wen.

And the original owner was only ten years old. Because the interval between Wang's first two children was too close, when she was pregnant with the original owner, the second child had not yet been weaned and her body had not recovered, so the original owner was born prematurely, which caused congenital deficiency and frailty.

"Crunch!" With a bang, the wooden door that was already leaking was opened from the outside, and at this time, a tall man opened the curtain and stepped on, holding two packets of medicinal herbs wrapped in oiled paper in his hands: "Wenwen! Wenwen, are you awake? ”

Xiwen turned her head to look over, and the man who walked in looked a little fierce, but his eyes were full of love.

This is the original owner's father, Xi Yunqing.

"Child, you and the child stay at home to boil medicine for Wenwen, take care of Wenwen, and I'll go to the mountains to chop wood."

Xi Hou and Xi Yao immediately said in unison: "Dad, I'm going to collect firewood too." ”

Xiwen saw several people rushing to work, knowing that they were all a family that depended on each other, and she was secretly glad to meet such a family member who loved each other.

Xi Hou straightened his chest: "Dad, I'm a manly husband, let my sister stay and take care of the third sister, I'll go with you to collect firewood!" ”

In ancient times, the children of the poor were in charge of the family, although he was young, he still went to the mountains every day to collect firewood and sell it, earn silver to buy medicine for the third sister, and also cook and wash.

Boys should shoulder some more burdens than girls, and Xi's father nodded with satisfaction after hearing this: "Okay, Yaoyao and your mother stay at home to take care of Wenwen, let's go to the mountains!" Yaoyao, you are more careful, take good care of your third sister, watch her closely, what is wrong with your third sister, remember to hurry up and tell your mother to know? ”