The raging white red sky fire instantly stopped in mid-air, and did not fall towards the ghost flag.

In the stone cave retreat room, Jiang Laozu's lowered eyelids were raised, and a strange light flashed in his eyes, and his expression was shocked.

Xiao Ran!?

For many years, no one dared to call him that.

Maybe it was after he built the foundation realm and became a family, or maybe it was from him who stepped on Jindan and became one of the elders. He couldn't remember anyone calling him that.

And since he became a Yuanying monk, for five or six hundred years, Penglai Immortal Sect has only the only respectful title of "Jiang Laozu". It was so long ago that he almost forgot his name.

The ghost in this ghost flag is actually calling his nickname.

"You are?"

Jiang Laozu listened to the girl's slightly childish voice, and always felt familiar.

He searched the depths of his memory, through the traces of nearly a thousand years, from the thousands of figures that came in, searching for the source of this rare and familiar sound memory.

Suddenly, a familiar shadow jumped out clearly from his long-sealed memories of his youth. In Penglai Immortal Sect, it was an innocent girl like an empty valley elf, pure and immaculate.

"Midori!"

Jiang Lao Zu suddenly woke up from his memory in disbelief.

"Bang!"

At the top of the sacred mountain, the heavy stone door of the stone chamber was suddenly pushed open.

Su Chen was pressed to the ground by the heavy pressure, and couldn't help but reluctantly raise his head, looking in the direction of the stone cave in surprise. This Jiang Lao Zu actually knows Zhuang Luyi?

An old man in a white beard in a golden robe, with a tall figure, could vaguely see the jade tree in his youth, and walked out of the retreat room.

He looked extremely old, his face wrinkled, red with excitement, and his eyes glistened with tears.

Jiang Laozu looked extremely expectant, but he was worried and disappointed, and looked nervously at the ghost flag, and said, "Lu Yi... Sister, is that you?... Are you still alive?"

The ghost banner shook in mid-air, and a phantom of a wonderful girl was conjured.

"Scared me to death! Fortunately, Xiao Ran is you here, if you meet other Yuan Infant Ancestor, Elder Jin Dan, my little life will not be saved!"

Zhuang Luyi looked around curiously, and found that only Jiang Laozu, Su Chen, Wu Qiao and a few other three people were there, patted his chest weakly, and sat down on a stone chair under the fairy peach tree.

Although she used to be from the Penglai Immortal Sect, but now the monks in the Immortal Sect have no friendship with her, and she is also very afraid, so she rushes out some Jindan monks to kill her without saying a word.

Sure enough, it was her!

Jiang Lao Zu's eyes suddenly widened, and his expression trembled slightly.

It was the familiar figure of a thousand years ago.

Jiang Dongran looked at Zhuang Luyi's phantom, his eyes were filled with tears, his expression was in a trance, and he was instantly immersed in the past that had been sealed for nearly a thousand years.

At that time, he was still an ignorant teenager in the Jiang family of Penglai Immortal Sect, and he had received strict training from the family since he was a child.

Once, he followed the elders of the Jiang family to visit the Zhuang family of the same clan for some reason, and accidentally met Zhuang Luyi, a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl from the Zhuang family.

The Zhuang family is very fond of this Zhuang Luyi, she can't see the restraint that the disciples of the family should have, she is innocent, and she is even more eccentric and naughty, she can do whatever she wants, even if she causes trouble, the patriarch of the Zhuang family, who is an elder of Jindan, never cares about teaching.

When he saw it, he was shocked, extremely envious and admired, and often secretly came out to play with Zhuang Luyi in the Immortal Sect. Many young men and women of the same age gathered around Zhuang Luyi.

From then on, I was ignorant of him, and I left an unforgettable Miaoman figure in my heart early.

However, within two years, Zhuang Luyi disappeared from Penglai Immortal Sect and never appeared again.

Jiang Dongran had a dream of Nan Ke when he was a teenager, and died early. At first, he thought that Zhuang Luyi was going out to practice, and he also worked hard to do penance, just to see her again. The family arranged a marriage for him, but he has been silent and refuses to agree.

But later, Jiang Dongran learned from the Zhuang family that Zhuang Luyi was born with a disease, and even if the Zhuang family had a thousand means, she could not save her life. In the last period of her life, the patriarch of the Zhuang clan took her to live in seclusion in the mortal world and had passed away.

He received this bad news and even mourned for many years. It was the first time he knew the meaning of death, and the pain of farewell, which was as painful as a knife in his heart.

But life still has to be passed after all.

After Jiang Dongran stepped into the realm of foundation building, under the arrangement of the family, he became a family affair with another daughter of the family, gave birth to children, and lived a stable and normal life.

The years are passing mercilessly every day.

For more than 100 years, he set foot on Jindan Avenue... He is among the two hundred Jindan elders in Penglai and inherits the position of the head of the Jiang family. In the next one or two hundred years, his father, wife, heirs, relatives and friends, and those familiar faces passed away one by one.

More than 300 years later, he steadily stepped into the realm of Yuanying and became one of the only few ancestors in Penglai. In the hundreds of years that followed, grandchildren, great-great-grandchildren, great-great-great-grandchildren passed away... He couldn't even remember the vague faces of his relatives and passed them down to the next generation.

A thousand years of life and death are boundless, without thinking, and unforgettable.

Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation.

Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost.

He often stands on the top of the sacred mountain of Penglai Immortal Sect, looking at the vast Penglai Immortal Sect and the changes in this world.

The vicissitudes of life, except for the countless spiritual mountains of Penglai Immortal Sect, have not changed for thousands of years. Countless immortal cultivators, people come and go, and they are very lively, but in the end, they drift away with the wind, and they have all left.

Jiang Dongran couldn't remember how many old people in the Penglai Immortal Sect he had sent away.

Only he was the only one left on this avenue of cultivating immortals, and there were a few ancestors, who walked alone.

Now, he is about to reach the end of his thousand-year life, and I am afraid that he will die in a few decades.

Today, I can see the old man Zhuang Luyi thousands of years ago.

Jiang Dongran looked moved, his eyes were red, and a few old tears fell.

Before the immortal died, he could still see the old man he admired when he was a teenager, and he had no regrets in his heart.

Zhuang Luyi sat on the stone chair, crossed Erlang's legs like an eldest sister, and carefully looked at the Jiang ancestor Jiang Dongran in front of him, vaguely still a little bit of the shadow of the restrained young man thousands of years ago.

It's just strange, why does he look like his eyes are red and he is about to cry?

Zhuang Luyi was surprised: "Hey, I haven't seen you for a thousand years, Xiao Ran, you have become an old man, how can you still cry?

Back then, Jiang Dongran was a restrained young man from a submissive family, and the little boy who followed her ass was teased by her in every way to cry. In order to be able to play with her, he even learned to deceive his parents and slipped out of the house in the name of learning spells.

Jiang Dongran couldn't help but show a wry smile.

When you are old, you are always easy to touch the scene, and when you think of the past, you will feel sad when you think of the past.

He sat down under the 10,000-year-old spirit peach tree, on a pair of stone chairs next to him, shook his head and said: "Alas, since I was a child, the discipline in my family has been strict, and I don't dare to slack off in the slightest. Sister Lu Yi, I heard from the Zhuang family that you died a thousand years ago! How can you still live until now?"

Zhuang Lu snorted, glanced at Jiang Laozu, and said dissatisfiedly: "Of course I died a long time ago." My father used a piece of eternal ice and kept it frozen in the water hole. Somehow, he came back to life and became a ghost cultivator. I finally went back to the sect, and I was almost killed by you. As soon as you meet me, you want to kill me, and you scare me to death, aren't you afraid of leaving a demon barrier in your heart?"

"Sister Lu Yi, if I knew it was you, how dare I have the idea of hurting you. If I have a way, I will save you from becoming a human again, even if I do anything. But you have become a ghost clan, and the original god has been polluted by ghost energy..... There is no other way to return to the human race than reincarnation and rebirth.

But this reincarnation will also be erased from memory, which is equivalent to a complete rebirth. Unless you reach the realm of transforming into a god, you can retain a small amount of memories of your past life and not be completely erased. ”

Jiang Dongran smiled bitterly again and sighed.

If he had known that it was Zhuang Luyi in the ghost flag, how could he say the words that killed her before.

However, Zhuang Luyi's Yuan Shen polluted the ghost qi, and after all, he still became a ghost cultivator, after all, he was different from the human race immortal cultivators. This transformation is irreversible.

"Sister Lu Yi, what's the matter with this person, how did you get sealed in his ghost banner?"

Jiang Lao Zu glanced at Su Chen indifferently and coldly and asked.

"After I was born, I accidentally bumped into Penglai Immortal Sect, a junior monk, and fought with him, subdued him, and then borrowed his banner to live. Otherwise, it would be difficult for me, a Jindan ghost cultivator, to have a place to hide. ”

Zhuang Luyi glanced at Su Chen, boasted without blushing and without a beating heart, without mentioning her dignified Jindan ghost cultivator, but was defeated by the Zhuji monk and captured and sealed alive.

That's humiliating, and it's incredible.

To tell the truth, when she was first sealed by Su Chen with the Ghost Banner, she hated him so much that she wanted to kill him immediately.

But in the following months, Su Chen often went to sea to hunt the vitality of some sea monsters for her, and let her cultivate in the Ghost Summoning Banner, which was no worse than the treatment she had worked hard to obtain the vitality to cultivate.

She thought about it, this is also very good, there is a place to live, and it will not delay her cultivation.

It is true that a ghost cultivator alone is comfortable cultivating in the Divine Immortal Cultivation Realm, and he is not bound by any constraints. But the ghost aura on her body is too heavy, and it is easy to reveal her identity, and it is inevitable that she will be chased and killed by other immortal cultivators, and she may bump into some Jindan monks and be destroyed by others, but not everyone will let her survive.

With Su Chen, a disciple of the Penglai Immortal Sect, hiding in the banner, and being isolated and protected by the two layers of aura of the gourd and the Sumeru ring, she is safer, even Elder Jindan is difficult to find.

If it weren't for Jiang Dongran, a terrifying ancestor who cultivated, her aura would not have been discovered, revealing her feet.

"Oh, I see. ”

Jiang Laozu nodded slightly, his expression softened slightly, and the pressure on Su Chen's body was relieved. Zhuang Luyi's words sound reasonable and reasonable, and there is nothing wrong with them.

"Xie Ancestor!"

Su Chen suddenly felt a lightness on his body, secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly stood up, staying aside honestly, and not daring to speak casually.

Jiang Laozu and Zhuang Luyi know each other, and they won't do anything to her.

But he didn't have any friendship with the ancestor, who knows what this Jiang ancestor would do to him.

Jiang Lao Zu was silent for a while, thinking about how to deal with this matter. He wanted Zhuang Luyi to stay, but it was not a long-term solution.

As the ancestor of Penglai, he can certainly give shelter without caring about the eyes of others.

But after he lived for decades, the lights went out when he died, and after all, he couldn't always shelter Zhuang Luyi, who was a Jindan ghost cultivator.

After his death, the other ancestors should come back, and they have no friendship with Zhuang Luyi. Even if you look at his face, you won't embarrass her. But being watched by others is not pleasant.

This Penglai Immortal Sect is not a place for Zhuang Luyi to stay for a long time after all.

You have to think differently and arrange it properly.

Jiang Laozu couldn't help but glance at Su Chen, this fifth-layer cultivator who built a foundation can climb to the top of the sacred mountain and get a recommendation quota from the Penglai Immortal Sect, which can be regarded as having some potential, but the cultivation realm is too weak.