After lighting the oil lamp, after Arjun finished weaving the cloth, it was late at night, and the two of them snuggled and fell asleep.

Time flies, and it's another decade.

This year, Shi Chen was sixty-two and Shi Qiong was fifty-nine.

The people in the village have long forgotten what the two people live in, and only treat them as an old husband and wife.

Shi Qiong's life is thin, she has already begun to crutches, her steps are a little unsteady, and her back is a little hunched.

Shi Chen grew old with her, and his appearance was the same faltering, but after all, he was an immortal, and he didn't have Shi Qiong's feeling of aging.

She was no longer able to take care of her own life, she could not go far away, and she could barely go around in the yard of her house.

Shi Chen cooks, does laundry, and contracts everything for Arjun on weekdays.

Shi Qiong could only wait quietly for her husband to prepare the food and bring it to her, and she could eat with vegetables, but he always had to feed herself, bite by bite.

It's the same with eating, and it's the same with going to bed, and the husband will carry himself to bed.

Such days went on and on, and finally one day Shi Qiong pulled her husband past and sighed: "Alas...... Husband, I'm a little scared of death. I know I'm going to die like my parents, but why am I so afraid of death?"

"Madame is not afraid, the husband will always be with you, don't be afraid of loneliness, don't be afraid of the future. Don't think about death, I'll take you wherever you want to be a husband, and we're still the same as we were back then. Shi Chen persuaded, hugged the elderly Arjun by his side, and hugged her tightly.

Shi Qiong remembered that back then, she insisted on going to live with her husband in a world where no one was around. The two of them were in a cave, with fields and livestock, living a paradise life, and they suddenly felt much more comfortable.

After eating this meal, Shi Qiong watched the sunset.

This is the last decade of the year.

This year, Shi Chen was seventy-two and Shi Qiong was sixty-nine.

Shi Qiong contracted a lot of geriatric diseases, coughing, and dizziness. was taken to the town by her husband every three or five days to see a doctor, relying on one prescription after another to support.

Shi Qiong couldn't even move his crutches, and he reached the twilight of his life. No matter what you do, you have to rely on your husband.

Shi Chen is still the same as in the past, cooking for his wife, doing laundry, taking care of her daily life, and feeding her......

On this day, Shi Chen boiled the medicine and brought it to his wife, but he felt that her longevity was exhausted.

Shi Qiong turned her face sideways and looked at her husband kindly, and slowly stretched out her old hand, but she trembled and lost her strength halfway.

Shi Chen grabbed his wife's hand, frowned, and looked at her affectionately.

Shi Qiong opened his mouth and said, "Husband, Arjun is leaving." I can't see what that scar in your heart looks like until today, don't feel guilty for Arjun anymore, you've done a good job. If she had known, she would have laughed happily. After I leave, you can bury me next to my father and mother, we are together as a family, and I am ...... in my heart."

Shi Chen listened carefully to every word until his wife closed her eyes and ended this life.

Shi Chen didn't cry, he had used all the tenderness of a mortal life to treat Shi Qiong, in this life, he didn't lose his temper once, he didn't hurt her heart once, and he didn't let her feel pain for a moment.

Listen to his wife's words, bury her next to her father and mother, and set up a tombstone.

After doing all this, Shi Chen was reluctant to leave.

I felt that the crack in the Dao Heart had been repaired by a third, and with the repair of the Dao Heart, my cultivation had also entered the realm of transforming into a god.

Feeling the changes in Shi Chen's Dao heart and cultivation, Dream Huizhu quietly opened a mirror whirlpool.

Shi Chen stepped out and came to the Lonely Mountain Temple again.

His appearance has returned to the appearance outside his dreams, with gorgeous hair, a wine jug tied to his waist, and a Qingyu sword behind his back.

On this journey, Shi Chen felt that it had been too long, and he had spent sixty-nine years in the dream world, and he didn't know how many years had passed outside.

Looking around this hall, the dream Taoist has long gone, leaving only this dream pearl here.

Shi Chen rolled his hand and rolled the Dream Bead into his hand, feeling the same ancient aura as the Qingyu Sword. This thing is definitely a treasure too.

Simply stay in the temple and study, how subtle this dream is back to the pearl.

Half an hour has passed, and Shi Chen finally understood the dream back to the pearl. This feeling is like a dream, not to let yourself, but to let the other person enter the dream and create an illusion for the other person.

Shi Chen felt the power of Dream Huizhu, so exquisite. If it is used properly, it can be hidden from the world and the sea without knowing it, which is a clever work!

No longer delving into it, he put it away and walked out of the temple slowly.

A few hurried to the foot of the lonely mountain and saw the familiar Xiaoyu and Xiaoguo playing with each other. It's just that the cultivation of the two people is a bit weird, Xiaoyu is already in the early stage of infantile transformation, and Xiaoguo has also turned into a god, what's going on?

"Xiaoyu, Xiaoguo!" Shi Chen called the two of them.

"Master!" the two people saw Shi Chen coming and hurriedly shouted.

"You ...... How can you improve your cultivation so quickly?" Shi Chen asked.

"Master, you have been in the lonely mountain for sixty-nine years, and Xiaoyu and I have been waiting at the bottom of the mountain, cultivating while waiting, and unconsciously cultivating like this. Xiaoguo replied.

Shi Chen was shocked, he originally thought that spending sixty-nine years in a dream was just a dream, but he didn't expect that the time outside would also be spent simultaneously. A day in a dream is equal to a day outside a dream!

It turned out that he had really spent his life with Arjun in his dream.

From watching her croaking to the ground, to growing into a girl, to Tingting Yuli, to the age of not being confused, to being seriously ill, and then to dying peacefully. It turns out that life is so short and ever-changing.

It was as if I had touched some kind of Dao heart that was above the path of benevolence, but I couldn't figure out what it was. It's not an eternal Dao heart, it's not a beginner's Dao heart, it's a more powerful Dao heart, and I'm about to touch this layer, but I'm quietly rubbing shoulders.

Don't think about it anymore, I don't know what happened to the immortal world in the past sixty-nine years, I have to hurry back to the Blue Cloud Sect.

"Let's go, let's go back to the sect. Shi Chen said, stepping on the light rain and carrying Xiaoguo all the way back to the Blue Cloud Sect.

Along the way, the scenery remained the same as it was then, and not much has changed. Passing by Starfall Street, Starfall Street is more prosperous than before, the monks coming and going are like a tide, Starfall Street has entered the top five ranks of the bustling street markets in the fairy world.

Passing by the hill where he had piled up, the nearby Peiyuan fruit trees had grown vigorously all over the mountains and fields into mature Peiyuan fruit trees, and countless monks from various sects came to pick them back to increase their cultivation.

It's just that when everyone bypassed the tomb of Xuan's Tilt, they bowed deeply, continued to pick, and took the ripe Peiyuan fruit into their pockets, and when the harvest was quite satisfied, they returned with a full load.