"You also know the heavy pupils, don't I only live to eighty-four?" was entangled by Qin Banxian, Lin Yi asked casually.

"When I am a half-immortal, is it a waste?" Qin Banxian was a little unhappy, and said with an unfathomable expression: "What I just said is your luck after you are eighty-four years old. At that time, if you live longer, anything is possible!"

After thinking about it, Lin Yi took out a large ingot of silver and stuffed it into Qin Banxian's hand, and said: "The silver money is red, Mo Sheng has an accident, and it is cold in winter, so you better go home early!"

"Oh, thank you!" This is both gold and silver, Qin Banxian's mind was a little dazed for a while, so he had to thank him again and again. The other party waved his hand and asked with a smile: "Once upon a time, there was a fortune teller here, known as Hong Banxian. I wonder if he has any descendants, and where he lives now?"

"What the Dao Chief said, could it be the Hong Immortal Ancestor of Qin City?" Qin Banxian carefully picked up the silver and asked casually. Seeing that this generous Taoist was stunned, he laughed and said, "It is rumored that this is the place where Hong Xianzu was born......"

Pointing to the stone pier he was guarding, with a little fascination, Qin Banxian continued: "Back then, Hong Xianzu was here to tell fortunes with people, and occasionally got immortals to ignite, and became famous all over the world with his miraculous medical skills and talisman skills. After he became famous, he was hard to find...... Don't go, Chief, I haven't finished speaking......"

Looking at the back of the Taoist priest leaving, Qin Banxian wiped his nose with unfinished intentions, and couldn't help but tighten his robe. His face suddenly showed joy, and he wondered, last night the star of Lu was shining, and today it will be a windfall from the sky, could it be that my Qin someone is like the Hong Immortal Ancestor back then? It's just that where is my immortal......

......

On the embankment outside the West City Gate, the shantytown was much larger than before. However, it turned out that the small courtyard of Hong Banxian's family was gone. The dock not far away was as busy as ever, but there were more soldiers, which made it strange and strange in the cold of this winter.

Walking to the outskirts of the city alone, he threw down the wine jar in his hand where no one was, and Lin Yi lost his figure in place......

Jiulong Mountain, in front of the gate of the carriage and horse compound, Lin Yi stood with his hands behind his back, his face showing a look of reminiscence. That man, that thing, still lingers in my ears and eyes, as if it were yesterday......

Just when Lin Yi lost his mind, a horse breeding disciple ran out with his pants, saw someone at the door, looked at it casually, and said, "This senior brother is so Yaxing, why don't you come to see me pee...... Haha!" he laughed lewdly and smugly, causing the sound of horses 'rejuvenation' in the stables.

Lin Yi curled the corners of his mouth lightly, turned around and walked towards the back mountain. When his divine consciousness overflowed the peaks of Jiulong Mountain, his footsteps paused slightly, and he continued to walk forward.

Wolong Valley appeared in front of him, and with a light sigh, Lin Yi stopped and looked up. A green cloud flew from the mountain peak in the distance, and before it was close, a familiar voice sounded urgently—

"Lin Yi, it's really your ......"

The green clouds dispersed, and a beautiful middle-aged woman appeared in front of her. Before she finished speaking, she was already full of mixed feelings and burst into tears.

The person who came was Mu Qing'er, but the arrogant and arrogant little girl yesterday is now a middle-aged person, only with that beautiful face and a bit of demeanor in the past.

Looking at the person in front of him and recalling everything yesterday, Lin Yi was emotional, but he was quite gratified. When he left Great Xia, it was not that he didn't think about going to Zhengyang Sect, but after so many years, he continued to suffer disasters, so he gave up that idea.

Unexpectedly, Lin Yi, who revisited the old land, still found a familiar figure in Jiulong Mountain. He was deeply glad and told him. Fortunately, Mu Qing'er is back, and she still has the cultivation of the ninth layer of Qi training!

Sensing the gaffe, Mu Qing'er stopped her tears, and looked Lin Yi up and down again, as if she couldn't see enough. Suddenly, she covered her face with her hands and said very embarrassedly: "How old have I become, how can I see people......"

Mu Qing'er in the shyness, just like the daughter's house yesterday, where is she still like a nearly 100-year-old person. She thought of something, then looked up in surprise and asked, "How can you be so young ......?"

Lin Yi shook his head and said, "I don't know ...... either."

"You, you're still the ...... of virtue" said angrily, Mu Qing'er paused, lowered her head again, pursed her lips and smiled. Lin Yi's gaze swept over Wolong Valley, stopping on a hillside, and his faint smile was gone.

Sensing the strangeness around her, she was shy, and Mu Qing'er returned to normal. She hid her tears and said softly, "I'll accompany you to see Senior Sister, how about it?"

Turning to look at Mu Qing'er, who was graceful and charming, Lin nodded and said slightly apologetically: "I said goodbye that day, I had no choice, who would have thought that seventy-three years had passed...... The other party's eyes turned red again, pulled his sleeve and gestured, and said: "Your life and death are unknown, and I am helpless...... Go to my sister's side and talk slowly......"

Back then, after Mu Qing'er returned with the Tianlong faction's sea ship, the Tianlong faction learned that something had happened to the Mu family in Great Xia, and Jiulong Mountain's once-in-a-decade trip to the sea ended here. More than ten years later, Elder Taishang Qiao and Elder Zhu ran out of longevity, and they died separately. After that, the second senior brother Ji Tang and Yu Zi retreated for several years, and finally stepped into the pinnacle of martial arts. And those big and small sects that hurt their muscles and bones back then put out their thoughts of chaos and buried their heads in recuperation. In this way, the powerful Tianlong faction is still outstanding, smiling proudly.

After Yuan Feng found the Xuanyuan Temple of Taiping Mountain, Jiulong Mountain sent someone to contact him. With the help of the world's largest faction, within a few years, the Xuanyuan Temple of the Immortal Peak became famous, and there was an endless stream of apprentices. Surprisingly, the emperor's will came from the distant capital, and he was named the royal Taoist temple.

As a result, the limelight of Xuanyuan Temple was unmatched for a while, and there was a faint momentum of being the first in the rivers and lakes, and the Tianlong faction was happy to see it come to fruition, and formed a brotherly alliance with it. This incident was rumored to be a strange talk at the time, and the rivers and lakes of Dashang also presented a scene of harmony.

In the ups and downs, decades have passed, and too many things are insignificant! When those people and things who knew each other gradually passed away, Mu Qing'er became the only Supreme Elder in Jiulong Mountain. She said that she used to practice to pass the time. When she was stagnant, she would come to the valley every day......

"This grass is withered and green, green and yellow, and my senior sister has been gone for 20 years...... I didn't have anyone to speak, and the juniors in the door didn't dare to talk to me, so I came to find my senior sister and told me about Daxia and everything about you......"

The two walked to the hillside and stopped in front of a lonely grave. Mu Qing'er said: "The Tianlong Sect has its own cemetery, and Senior Sister wants to be buried here before she dies, although I don't know the real reason, I still agreed." The senior sister also said, don't forget her jade pendant and two fluorite ......"

On the tombstone, the words of Xu Zixuan, an elder of the Tianlong Sect, are engraved.

Sighing softly, Lin Yi did not speak. He took out a jar of wine and gently spilled it...... In that underground cave, the fluorite flashes in the distance, the lake is quiet and silent, and there is a beautiful woman isolated by the water, like a picture scroll, beautiful, and moving!

...... There is no longer such a thing, and there is no longer a man to leave behind...... Lin Yi, will you forget this? The man's words were very soft, as light as a dream: Thank you! Take me on this journey in the night! This life is enough......

Suddenly, another drink spilled beside him, causing Lin Yi to retract his thoughts and be slightly stunned. Mu Qing'er had a small gourd in her hand, and after making a sacrifice with wine, she actually raised her head and took a sip.

At this time, Mu Qing'er looked like she was thirty or forty years old, but she was still the waist of her daughter's family, and she had her own style between her hands and feet. The drinking demeanor was a little weird, but it was a little similar to Lin Yi, and it had a charm of being indifferent.

"Don't look at me like that, I didn't learn from you. I thought that I would borrow wine to drown my sorrows, but I didn't think about it, but I became a drunkard!" was still a little shy when he spoke, Mu Qing'er said: "The world is so big, only if you drink in front of you and your senior sister, you are not allowed to laugh at me......"