Luo Qianqian's fifth knot also failed, and Shouyuan only had twenty or thirty years left.

He is more than one hundred and twenty years old, his hair is gray, his face is wrinkled and dull, even his eyes are a little cloudy, his waist is slightly bent, and his teeth have not fallen out, after all, he is an immortal cultivator, and his body is better than when he is old.

Yang Quan has not woken up yet, and it has been more than fifty years and half a century since Yang Quan fell into a half-life and half-death situation, Luo Qianqian is restless, sometimes regretting the passage of time, and even losing interest in accepting apprentices, planning to find a place to bury the master first when his life is approaching, and then bury himself.

The decline of her mana is also obvious, after fifty years of hard work, the deacons she knew before have either entered the golden pill stage, or died in the wilderness, or returned to their own family to retire, and the new generation of deacons is no longer willing to invite her to the task.

Feng Xiaoman came less, the two of them were too far apart in terms of status and cultivation, or mentality, and they had long lost their common topic, of course, Feng Xiaoman was not a ruthless person, Luo Qianqian was able to gather the five knots needed in fifty years, in addition to his own extreme efforts and the sale of the things in the Muhua ring, Feng Xiaoman also supported some openly and secretly, although not much.

"Is this the end of my life?"

Luo Qianqian, who is dying, recalled her life, the first forty years, whether it was in the Prime Minister's Mansion or apprenticeship with Yang Quan, it was still wonderful and beautiful, and she was imprisoned for more than 30 years in the middle, although she was not abused, but she was also extremely miserable in the dark.

In the past fifty years, she has been taking care of Yang Quan while running around for the knot, and she has hardly had a day of rest, but sometimes no matter how hard she tries, it is useless, and she has not succeeded in marrying the Dan.

Now her mana has declined, her body has begun to age, and it can almost be said that she has completely lost hope.

In the past ten years, there are not many deacons who are willing to find her, and most of the time she enters the edge of the wilderness by herself, hunting some demon beasts and selling them back, while serving as the resources needed for the Dan.

"The past cannot be chased, and the future cannot be expected..."

Luo Qianqian feels endless loneliness and remorse, she has often been like this recently, she feels that she has nothing worth remembering in her life, and when she is old, she doesn't even have anyone around her, only a half-life-half-dead master.

She remembered what her master had said to her before: "Death is not so terrible, what is terrible is that when death comes, you look back on your life and find that you have nothing to be proud of and recall, and when you look back on your past experiences, you find that you seem to have done nothing." ”

When she thought back to her life, it seemed that she had really never done anything, she was clearly busy and diligent, but she really didn't seem to have anything to be proud of.

“... But if I had to say one thing, it would probably be that I never sold my hue and body to get anything, master... What you said to me a hundred years ago, let me be an independent female cultivator, not sell myself for resources and prestige, and rely on my own efforts to obtain it, and I did it. ”

...

There is an old woman with gray hair on the streets of Weilong City, selling low-level rune paper and materials for a living, she is destined to not be able to bury her hometown, so she can only choose a pleasant place nearby, ready to bury herself, but this is not in a hurry, there are still more than twenty years of life, even if the monk reaches the moment before death, the basic ability to move is still there.

In the bustling crowd, a monk who looked like a young girl stopped in front of her stall, it was Feng Xiaoman, she squatted down and whispered: "It's better to entrust Yang Quan to me, as long as I'm still here, no one will beat his idea, and he is also my savior, I won't harm him." ”

Luo Qianqian shook her head slightly, and said: "Forget it, anyway, the master has no consciousness and soul, I don't have much life, and it is impossible to return to my hometown, so the master can be regarded as my destination." ”

"Sister Qianqian, I have asked you many times, but you don't say, where is your hometown? You and I have known each other for decades, if you can do it, I will send you back to your hometown. ”

"Little Man's sister has a heart, but although you are already a monk in the Dan period, you can't send me back, it's too far... Not in the wind. Luo Qianqian said.

Feng Xiaoman heard the first half of the sentence and had the heart to refute, but when he heard the words not in the back, he was immediately stunned, and some were speechless.

In Luo Qianqian's cave mansion, Yang Quan's body, which had been lying quietly for decades, suddenly trembled, and a surging aura emerged from the dantian, but it disappeared after only a moment.

The remnant soul in his dantian returned to the sea of knowledge.

The obsession of not wanting to die here, so that at the most critical juncture of the collapse of his divine consciousness, he used a method of extinction used by the green fairy to save a wisp of remnant soul in his body, this remnant soul did not advance or retreat, and maintained it for twenty or thirty years, and finally was nourished and expanded by the dragon soul grass in Tsing Yi, and after thirty years of self-repair, he gradually regained a little consciousness and took the initiative to return to the sea of eyebrows.

The method of extinction used by the green fairy sacrificed his body, and Yang Quan also sacrificed some things this time of annihilation, and his past experiences allowed him to learn and apply the exercises he had learned, before the spiritual consciousness completely dissipated, he sacrificed a part of his soul, leaving the remaining wisp of remnant soul.

This remnant soul is very weak, and it can only barely be maintained in the dantian, and the only time he was awakened was when his apprentice Luo Qianqian cried in front of him, and he tried everything to untie the binding of Mu Hua's ring.

However, when this remnant soul returned to the sea of knowledge, it was quickly nourished in the sea of knowledge in an instant, and a little spiritual consciousness was immortal and then returned against the sky, how terrible is such a soul, the wisps of breath in the sea of knowledge were steamed, and entered the remnant soul of Yang Quan, and the remnant soul quickly recovered.

This is an extremely anti-heaven process, and it may leave endless legends in the immortal cultivation world in the future, but no one knows at this time.

Luo Qianqian was invited by Feng Xiaoman to drink tea and chat, telling that in the past, no one knew about the things in the cave. Yang Quan's consciousness is awakening, not in the chaotic and ignorant state before, but in awakening the active consciousness.

About a day later, Yang Quan's eyes moved, and his consciousness was slowly returning, but his body and mana were still difficult to use for the time being, but it didn't take long for him to fully recover.

The disadvantages of indiscriminately cultivating and tampering with the exercises, Yang Quan felt it thoroughly, but he also got the benefits, this time the remnant soul cultivated in the golden pill for decades, and then slowly recovered, which is the result of using the exercises, although the success was very lucky, but there was no other way at that time, if you don't take the initiative to extinguish, then the spiritual consciousness will definitely be all dissipated.

For two days, Yang Quan's remnant soul absorbed the power of Zhihai in the sky above the sea of knowledge to replenish himself, and his consciousness became clearer and clearer, and in his eyes that had been empty for decades, the radiance was slowly converging.

"How long has it been..."

“...”

His soul is reconsolidating, and at this time he still has only a faint consciousness, his thinking ability has not yet recovered, and his body is difficult to move, and he has not mastered it for too long.

As the soul gradually grew, he began to be able to control the mana in his body, starting from the dantian and the center of the eyebrows, the speed of mana circulation was accelerating, and the discomfort accumulated after lying down for more than fifty years quickly broke out, making Yang Quan's brows furrow, but fortunately, the mana after the Jindan tempering could quickly solve these problems, so the body was gradually recovering.

One day, two days... It took Yang Quan three days to regain control of his body, his mind was still a little confused, and Luo Qianqian had not returned.