"Xin'er, Xin'er... You can't leave me behind..."Fu Yueming knelt outside the formation, watching Cheng Xin'er wail in pain.

"Like a man, birth, old age, sickness and death, this is the number of human lives, Xin'er is not a monk, she can't have a long lifespan, grief can't save her life. Emperor Zhaoyun looked at Fu Yueming like this and said.

"I saw important people fall in front of me with my own eyes, first Sister Feng, then Brother Mu, Old Man Li, and finally I didn't expect even Xin'er!" Fu Yueming buried his head on the ground and wailed.

"This array, can hold Xin'er's three souls and seven spirits, I have heard that in this world, if a person's three souls and seven spirits have not dissipated for 100,000 years, then it is possible to come back to life, remember, once out of this array, the three souls and seven spirits will quickly dissipate, even if you exhaust your spiritual power to protect, you can only protect until your spiritual power is exhausted. Emperor Zhaoyun stepped forward and patted Fu Yueming's back.

He stopped howling, knelt quietly on the ground, and after a long time, he spoke: "I understand, grandpa, I keep, I wait." ”

"Ming'er, looking for the avenue, you have to go through seven emotions and six desires, joys and sorrows, life and death, the reincarnation of heaven, but what is the avenue? Even I don't understand... Look, look away. Zhao Yun said, sighed, and turned to leave.

"Life and death... What does it mean to seek the way? If you can't even protect your most important person, how can you talk about the avenue?"

"This cycle has not trapped me, but why has it bound you?

Xin'er... I love you, although I can't allow you to be eternal, I want to stay with you for a long time..."Fu Yueming raised his head and looked at Cheng Xin'er, who was sitting in the formation, losing all her breath, tears rolling in her eyes.

"What about 100,000 years? What about a million years? I wait, when the wasteland is old and the sea is dry and rotten, I can wait, and when you come back, I will wait to see our child born!" Fu Yueming stood up, walked outside the cave, looked at the sky and the earth, and said.

The snow is flying again, and even the immortals, who have never snowed all year round, have also drifted snow.

Fu Yueming stayed outside this cave, looking at the heaven and earth, eclipsed.

A thousand years passed, and his hair was overgrown and coiled all over his body, like a wild man.

Every time Wenyue came to see him, he sat there with blank eyes, looking at the alternation of the sun and the moon, and there were words in his mouth.

She couldn't bear it, and often gave him haircuts and clothes.

When Han Xiaomo came, looking at him like this, he had to sigh with hatred, but when he thought about it carefully, he had to leave in distress.

Seventy thousand years have passed.

Ah Ling has visited him dozens of times in the fairy world, but when he saw Ah Ling, he just smiled like a child, and he was still able to accept the pastries that Ah Ling fed.

But he couldn't say half a sentence.

During this period, he also had occasional sobering times, but he was shrouded in incomparable grief, although his cultivation also broke through to the realm of transformation and reached the peak, but this cultivation looked so ethereal.

By the ninety-thousandth year, this cave, who came, except for Wen Yue, who was worried about her pitiful

My son, from time to time, bring some pastries and clothes, and help him trim them, even the fairy servants have never been there.

In the ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and nineteenth year, Meng Qiu came here.

At this time, Meng Qiu was already a Nirvana cultivator, in charge of the writing of the immortal chronicle and the ranking of the immortal class.

She quietly walked to Fu Yueming's side and sat down.

"Childe... You've been guarding here for almost 100,000 years, it's almost over..."Meng Qiu gently stroked Fu Yueming's cheek.

"Soon... 100,000 years?" Fu Yueming's body shook and muttered sluggishly.

"yes... It's been ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and nineteen years, and the son is so old. Meng Qiu looked a lot haggard from the vicissitudes of life, but when she sat next to Fu Yueming and looked at him, she seemed to be looking at him when she was a child.

"Xin... Son..."Fu Yueming said.

"Xin'er will definitely wake up, don't worry. Meng Qiu wanted to take him into his arms, but found that he was with this land and this wall, and he couldn't move it.

"Childe..."Meng Qiu looked at this scene, extremely distressed.

"Will definitely wake up... Definitely..."Fu Yueming repeated what she said, smiling stupidly.

The following year, Meng Qiu ordered someone to pick a cherry tree here.

This cherry tree was guarded by him for another eighty years, until it was about to no longer bloom.

This year, it has worked hard all year and bloomed again.

Fu Yueming looked at it, it looked at Fu Yueming.

The petals fall slowly.

"You must live..."Looking at the petals, it was as if something was whispering in his ears.

"Life... Nothing talented... There's not much money either... It's just a matter of relying on it.."

"Are you lonely?"

"Lonely?"

The petals eventually fell on the door of his head, and he woke up.

"100,000 years..."

Zhaoyun also appeared here.

Fu Yueming used all his strength to get up from the place where he had grown together, and staggered into the cave.

But Cheng Xin'er didn't wake up, and even her body became a little fragile.

"Why..."Fu Yueming looked at the scene in front of him, stretched out his hands, hooked his waist, his pupils were full of puzzlement and horror.

Zhaoyun stood behind him, watching this scene, and didn't know what to say.

"Grandpa... Didn't you say..."

"Now it seems... Only when a person who has reached the realm of reincarnation transcends the person of reincarnation in this world can it be possible to save Xin'er, otherwise, there is no other way..."Zhao Yun took his hand and said.

"The realm of reincarnation... Where can I go to find the reincarnation realm?! The vast void realm, when the grandfather cultivates as the supreme, but..."Fu Yueming closed his eyes and clenched his teeth.

"Could it be that the heavens are so ruthless?" Just when he was in despair, he remembered something.

"There's a way! There's a way!" Fu Yueming excitedly rushed into the formation and carried Cheng Xin'er out.

As soon as he came out of the formation, he could obviously feel that Cheng Xin'er's three souls and seven spirits were constantly draining.

He dispersed his spiritual power at once, burst out of cultivation to protect it, rushed out of the cave, and flew away.