Plants and trees are alive, spring is born and autumn dies.

Young people don't feel it, but the old people feel it deeply.

In the third month after Fei Danshi left, Ding Danshi was no longer good, and even issued an urgent notice to let the younger generations come to see him for the last time.

Chen Sheng was silent for a while.

"Teacher, the cycle of life and death, this can't be bypassed."

Zhou Lie and Ding Danshi have been in contact a few times, it is indeed a very good old man, he is a little emotional, but the friendship between them is not deep, and he knows life and death, which is really ordinary, but he is not too sad.

Seeing the teacher like this, he stepped forward intimately and was a little relieved.

"That's right."

Chen Sheng nodded, but emotionally, he was still depressed, so he stood up and said, "I'll go out." ”

The truth is this, but Zhou Lie is a young man who doesn't know the distance between life and death, and once it passes, there will be no traces.

I'm afraid that only the elderly who have experienced it will understand the feelings.

"Master, where has the teacher gone?"

Zhou Lie had the heart to follow and take care of him, but the teacher's mood at this time obviously didn't want people to follow.

"I should have gone to Xifu Alchemist."

Lu Zhu can already grasp Chen Sheng's temperament, this man who seems to be indifferent to everything, takes friendship very seriously.

The death of Ding Danshi made him feel turbulent.

At this time, it is better not to leave it alone, and after a while, he will calm himself down, and he will be fine.

Temple of Dust.

The sky was dim, the rubble on the hall was not shining, as if it was covered with a layer of gloom, and an old man sat on the stone bench, bowing his head slightly, not angry.

"Yes, one less."

Xi Fu muttered in a low voice, sighing, and a little lonely.

The two old friends have returned, and the entire medicine house seems to have fallen silent, and the familiar Changyue Hall and Luxing Hall feel strange.

"Then you have to take care of your body, now I don't have many elders in the outer gate."

Chen Sheng secretly exclaimed in his heart, for Xi Fu, his heart has always maintained a touch of gratitude, this old man is really good, gentle and polite, let him easily set foot on the Dan Dao.

Two old friends returned one after another, and they were lonely, and they really needed a junior to solve them.

"Comfort the old man, I'm here? Hey, I haven't seen any big winds and waves. ”

Xi Fu looked up and saw that it was Chen Sheng, who hid the loneliness on his body slightly, he was an elder, and what should be shown to young people was enthusiasm for the world, not sadness.

"That's it."

Chen Sheng saw the simple feelings of the old and strong, and did not argue, but responded again and again.

Xi Fu was enthusiastic for a while, but he still couldn't hide his feelings, and finally said: "After burying Lao Ding, I want to go home." ”

In this life, there is not much time left.

He wanted to go back to the past in the last moment, say goodbye to the past, and return lightly.

"Home? I'll go with you. ”

Chen Sheng knew that Xi Fu, like Fei Danshi, had no children, no daughters, no Taoist couples, and was dedicated to cultivating immortals and pursuing Dan Dao.

At this age, ordinary relatives and friends have long since withered away, and this time they are mostly sad.

He will at least have someone to talk to when he is gray-haired and sad.

"Okay."

Xi Fu did not refuse, his heart was indeed a little empty.

After a hundred years of life, old age and decay are rare.

Fortunately, in the early years, there was a younger generation to take care of him, so he would not give birth to the ultimate emptiness of the soul.

It is definitely necessary to pay tribute to Master Ding Dan.

In the sixty-two years since he entered the Immortal Sect, Chen Sheng has experienced three funerals, this is the fourth, and his heart is very tired, but it seems that this situation will continue.

There were a lot of descendants of Ding Danshi, there were sixty or seventy people, all of them were strong, carrying the coffin, and they walked very smoothly.

Yellow paper and white flags, and mournful voices.

These people are really crying for the old man.

The head of the Ding family, led by the coffin, walked in the coffin, his heart was sad and heavy, and with the departure of the old man, he felt the hardships of being in charge.

In the past, even though he encountered difficulties, he was still a little calm in his heart, because the old man was here, and the Ding family would not fall.

Now, the old man is gone, he has to fight everything by himself, and if he is not careful, the family ship will have to sink.

"There is a difficulty in the future, send a letter to the medicine house, and I will deal with it."

When entering the mountain, Chen Sheng chatted with the head of the Ding family for a few words, this person is very inherited from Ding Danshi, treats people politely, does things in a measured manner, and is a capable family.

He is happy for Ding Danshi, but the world is difficult, and it is inevitable that he will encounter difficulties, and someone must help him.

Now he has some such qualifications.

"The Elder is a man of sincerity."

The patriarch of the Ding family nodded silently, the old man rarely told him about the medicine house, but when he mentioned this young man, he often praised it a lot, and it was full of good words.

For a short time, with a few words, he agreed with the old man's words, this elder of the medicine house is a sincere person.

Ding Danshi had an explanation, afraid that Fei Danshi would be alone and lonely on the mountain, and before he died, he specially instructed his descendants to bury him next to Fei Danshi.

The Ding family patriarch did all this.

The group, carrying the coffin, climbed over the hill and came to a tomb.

The grave of Fei Danshi has a touch of lush greenery, a light rain, tender green grass and trees, cool breeze, and birds chirping, which is really a good place.

"It's a treasure of feng shui, and I will be buried here in the future, with these two people as companions."

Xi Fu nodded slightly, judging from the feng shui of the burial ground, this place is full of vitality and is a good place to go, and two old friends were buried one after another, and he didn't find a place for himself, so he asked someone to settle down here directly.

"Senior, don't talk about that."

Chen Sheng sighed lowly, Xi Fu is not taboo as an old man, and he, a descendant, is uncomfortable listening to it.

"The time is just right, let's send Lao Ding to the ground first."

Xi Fu didn't say anything, with this word, after he left, Chen Sheng would bury him here.

He glanced at the sky, it was not good to delay, and he directly ordered the Ding family to bury the coffin as soon as possible.

"Get busy."

The patriarch of the Ding family greeted, took the lead in acting, and made a contribution to carry the old man's coffin and put it in the dug hole.

Again, one person added a piece of soil, did his filial piety, and erected tombs and tombstones.

After this set of processes was completed, the Ding family lit incense, knelt together, and said goodbye to the old man who had contributed a lot to the family.

The incense is swirling, and the silk is wisps.

Chen Sheng's thoughts also drifted away, and many pictures came to mind, remembering Ding Danshi's teaching to him, which was probably full of a small treasury, which made him hok.

The old man was obviously very distressed, but he always pretended not to care.

Those annotations of the waste pill, I am afraid that the Ding family has not been able to read them all, but he has read them all, and that kind of mind and character is enough to leave a legacy for future generations.

He asked the head of the Ding family to find something, which was by no means a kind word, which contained his own gratitude.

It still ends with a song crying for the emperor.

Everywhere in the hills, there are sad sounds.

On this day, this place, it seems to be a little gloomy.

Ding's family is gone.

Xi Fu also wanted to look back on the past and say goodbye to the past, Chen Sheng followed the preface and went with him.

After entering the mundane world, after a few human dynasties, a small village gathered in the remote countryside, which is Xi Fu's hometown.

Xijia Village.

There are more than 300 households in the village, all of them are made of yellow mud walls, and there are roofs made of thatch, which look simple, fortunately, there are no famines, disasters and floods, and it is a peaceful place.

Xi Fu walked in front of him, and saw a tall elm tree with a thick trunk, his eyes lit up, and then he looked at the place to the left, and he was stunned.

There, bare, where there are houses in memory.

"Time is ruthless, not only for people, but also for things."

The light in Xi Fu's eyes dimmed a little, and said: "Also, an uninhabited dilapidated house, without popularity, how can it survive until now." ”

He is a strong young man, he has been destroyed to a bad old man for more than a hundred years, and the house built of yellow mud and thatched should have collapsed a long time ago.

"There's no one at home?"

Chen Sheng asked.

"There was a sickness that year, and many people died, and I was the only one left in my family."

Xi Fu sighed all his life, immortal cultivators are on the path of immortals, no matter how bad they are, they can also be rich for a lifetime, and the bottom of mortals is really a dead end.

If you are sick and hard, you will die if you can't carry it, and the government will at most post a list of articles for the villagers to save themselves.

"This ......"

Chen Sheng didn't know what to say, no matter how many words he spoke, he was powerless.

"What's the matter here, two?"

An old man in the village, who was old and longzhong, came to Xi Fu and Chen Sheng with a piece of wood.

He was the prince of the village, and he was very senior and could not work, and when he saw two strangers coming to the village, he came up to inquire about it.

"This, your surname is Xi?"

Xi Fu didn't know what to call him, it stands to reason that he should be called "kid", but seeing that the two of them are generally old, it is better to ignore them directly.

"In Xijia Village, I naturally have the surname Xi."

Mrs. Xi's face was inexplicable, this is Xijia Village, he is not a person here, is that like a word.

In this way, Xi Fu reported to his family and said: "Then we are from the same ancestor, I also have the surname Xi, I lived here back then, and later went to fish in the river, was washed away by the flood, and when I returned, my family was gone." ”

His embarkation on the path of immortals was an extremely fortuitous event.

An orphan in his teens, with shallow knowledge, would not have the desire to seek immortals, but was pushed by the water, left his hometown, and then bumped into the immortals.

"Here...... I'm not impressed. ”

Mrs. Xi glanced at the old site, there was no trace, and there was no impression, and he shook his head.

However, he didn't doubt that Xi Fu's speech and demeanor were extraordinary, and there was no reason to find an ancestor for himself.

Knowing that they are people of the same clan, Xi Taigong is also particular, and invited Xi Fu and Chen Sheng to be guests at home, and took the wind and washed the dust.

For the latter, the two refused, but agreed to go to Mrs. Xi's house as a guest and have a bowl of tea.

The status of the Xi Taigong clan is very high, but the family is also poor, but the children and grandchildren are very filial, so that he can spend his old age in peace.

"Brother, what do you call it, I'm on the family tree, look for you, maybe you can find one or two relatives."

The three of them sat down, he beckoned his son to tea, and then took out the family tree, wanting to find a relative for Xi Fu's brother.

According to his thoughts, when the old man reaches this age, his money is all empty, and he still has to have a concern and sustenance.

"Sifford."

Xi Fu thought for a moment and did not refuse.

"I didn't find it."

Taigong Xi nodded, and buried his head in the genealogy to search, and even flipped through a few copies, but he couldn't find it, but he didn't believe in evil, so he continued to search, and suddenly said, "Do you think Taigong and I'm confused?" ”

How do you say?

He really found the name of "Xifu" in the genealogy of more than 100 years.

But isn't that like a word?

"I'm one hundred and twenty-three years old."

Xi Fu looked at the names on the family tree, and suddenly felt that the names of the people on it were a little kind.

He was frank, but Taigong Xi exclaimed in surprise and said, "Ah......, you are an immortal." ”

He is now sixty-seven, and he has lived an extremely long life.

A person who lives for more than a hundred years is not a god.

"When I was young, I got the immortal fate, and then I entered the immortal sect, and I have been cultivating for more than a hundred years, and I can't live forever, and I don't think of the longevity of much, so I want to go back to my hometown to have a look."

For this enthusiastic clansman, Xi Fu was very calm and said his identity.

As an immortal cultivator, cultivating immortals, he only lived for a hundred years, which is really nothing.

"So, you are my ancestor."

These were too exciting for Mrs. Xi, and his old man knelt down directly.

"Grandpa, why are you ......?"

Xi Taigong's grandson, hesitating, kneeling or standing, is really a little bit of a disbelief in Xi Fu's remarks, like those immortal people, which is not high, the emperor saw it, and he had to go down to the Luan Hall to visit.

They have a village in Xijia, a ravine and a ravine, and in the past three hundred years, there is not a single official, where is there such a great blessing, and an immortal cultivator has emerged.

"Don't kneel, let's just be a clansman and chat."

Xi Fu has a lofty spirit, but no arrogance, he is a peaceful person, and Xi Taigong is a member of the same clan, he will not let the other party kneel, wave his hand, and drag the mana, the old man got up and stood steadily.

"Immortals."

Void dragging, such a means is already a great ability for the shallow villagers.

Taigong Xi's grandson, without the slightest hesitation, knelt very thoroughly, poofed, very crisp and bright.

This is an immortal, or an ancestor, it's really not a shame.

Xi Fu was helpless for a while, although the immortal cultivators and mortals were of the same race, their means were different, and their identities were separated, forming a deep moat.

Mrs. Xi's family, knowing his identity, no longer dared to treat him normally, and was very cautious.

He felt bored, and had the idea of leaving, but seeing each other was fate, and before he left, he left a jade bottle.

"These pills, when taken in water, can strengthen the body, invigorate blood and eliminate blood stasis, which can be regarded as a gift for you and me to meet."

After speaking, he didn't give Taigong Xi's family time to react, and left with Chen Sheng.