Cangming, the ethereal valley of the northern plains.

Ji Fei and Gu Deng, the remnant wolf of the cold night, confronted each other coldly.

Ji Fei took out the divine tree, the vine wood, which was regarded as the life of his wealth, in exchange for the lives of Zixuan and Hua Ling'er.

"It's not one life, it's two!" Ji Fei said as he gave Fujiki to Guden, the remnant wolf of the cold night. The expression on his face was very calm, as if the sacred tree handed over was just a rotten piece of wood. It's just that Ji Fei himself knows in his heart that deep in his heart, a reverse scale that has never been touched was gently plucked by the cold night wolf Gu Deng, which made his heart rise with endless killing intent.

Gooden, you must not stay.

On the one hand, it is relatives, and on the other hand, it is the anti-heaven divine tree that touches the safety of Ji Fei's own life!

Therefore, this person must not be kept.

Gu Deng took the vine wood and said with a smile: "Hehe, how many such divine trees do you have, the old man can exchange with you on any condition if he is bankrupt!" He carefully put the vine wood into the storage bag and threw a spirit pill over, "This is the antidote to the ghost pattern butterfly!"

Ji Fei didn't think about it, so he gave Hua Ling'er a subdue, watching his face gradually turn crimson and then return to normal. Ji Fei relieved himself and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hey, aren't you afraid of this poison?"

Ji Fei said coldly: "You don't dare!!"

Gooden sighed and sneered. However, in his heart, he sincerely felt an unspeakable suppression, Ji Fei's gaze became colder, and he also saw it in his eyes. To be honest, there has never been a junior's eyes that would make him so uncomfortable.

"This is for you!" Gu Deng flicked the crystal bottle in his hand, and suddenly strange fluctuations came out of the bottle, and at the same time, Lingxuan's figure slowly appeared on the ground with a spiritual wave, but at this time she was weak and had passed out, Ji Fei saw Lingxuan's figure, and hated it in his heart.

"Don't worry, she's just unconscious. Gooden smiled faintly, sneered, "Hmph!", and flew away. "The old man will go to meet the battle Nantian, haha, the dragon bone holy knife will be in the hands of the old man after all!"

"Humph!"

The cold night wolf Gu Deng's soft snort and a sneer had already signaled Ji Fei's complete defeat in the competition between the two!

In Ji Fei's mind, what kept echoing at this time was the cold snort when Gu Deng left.

Taking care of the unconscious mother and son, Ji Fei sat alone on the edge of the cliff, letting the cold wind blow his clothes and hunt.

The cold wind floated his silver threads, and on the edge of the cliff, Ji Fei's eyes fixed on the huts in the Ethereal Valley. These huts are not big, simple and quiet, but today, they have been completely broken by the cold night wolf Guden. Ji Fei's heart was very uneasy, or rather fearful.

If the purpose of his cultivation in his childhood is just to seek a glimmer of life.

At present, although he is bent on pursuing the road to eternal life, the premise is to ensure the safety of his loved ones.

In this world, who are Ji Fei's living relatives?

His heart grew cold.

I don't know when, Ji Fei's hand pulled out the big shark slash that had accompanied him in his cultivation years, and he gently brushed this cold weapon with his sleeve, the huge and unsightly blade, glowing with a cold and dazzling light, in silence, it seemed to be listening to Ji Fei's inner story.

Tens of thousands of catties of weapons were mixed up in his hands, and Ji Fei's eyes were like an eagle, scanning every part of the Ethereal Valley. As far as the eye can see, the thatched hut reveals a little soft color.

Behind him, footsteps came, and a shadow slowly came towards Ji Fei.

"It's windy here!" Naturally, Lingxuan put on a cloak for him.

Ji Fei smiled at the corner of his mouth, would the cultivator still care about this bit of wind?

"Are you awake?" he looked back at Lingxuan, whose complexion had improved, and finally felt a little more comforted in his heart.

"I'm sorry for dragging you down!" Ling Xuan sat down against him.

Ji Fei shook his head, "It's me who should say I'm sorry."

The voices of the two were low, and they had already dissipated with the breeze.

It's just that they snuggle up to each other like this, leaning on each other silently and warmly, and the night gradually darkens.

"Let's go back and see if Ling'er is awake."

Ji Fei shook his head, "He is weak, and if he wants to wake up, it should be a few days." But Ji Fei still got up, and left the cliff with her, and returned to the thatched hut.

Under the dim oil lamp, Ji Fei and Lingxuan sat opposite each other.

"Do you like it here?" asked Ji Fei.

Lingxuan nodded, "Hmm." ”

Seeing that Ji Fei was silent, Lingxuan asked, "Are you leaving?"

Ji Fei nodded, "Yes, I'm not worried about you guys here. ”

"Where to go, I don't want to listen to you" Lingxuan took some dishes for Ji Fei and put them in a bowl.

Since the cultivation of the Tao, the two have long since opened the valley, but cooking dinner has become Lingxuan's habit.

And eating or not eating, for Jifei, there is not much difference.

People always think that the monks who have opened the valley do not eat the fireworks of the world, but in fact, this is a fallacy, just a matter of habit.

Ji Fei nodded, looking at Lingxuan in front of her, the years had not left much trace on her flawless and fair face, and the two of them sat and enjoyed the tranquility of dinner, just like the warmest couple in the mortal world. Although, between the two is the identity of Taoist couples. But whether it is Ji Fei or Lingxuan, they both prefer this kind of harmonious and ordinary life like a mortal old husband and wife.

"Let's go to Huang Yanzong," Ji Fei said.

Lingxuan didn't ask why, and after a meal, she lowered her head and nodded.

"Now Long Jiuzi and the others are there, and I am also Elder Keqing, and Huang Yanzong is also my sect, you live there, I can rest assured. ”

After Hua Ling'er woke up and rested for a few more days, Ji Fei took the two of them to Huang Yanzong.

On the way, Ji Fei visited the tomb of the butterfly, and he stood in front of the tomb for a long time, remembering the old people.

At the hem of his clothes is Hua Ling'er's tightly held hand.

It can be seen that the little guy is a little instinctively afraid of the tomb after all, even if the tomb in front of him is the tomb of her biological mother.

Ji Fei didn't tell him about it.

Hua Ling'er's congenital lack of vitality is destined for him to maintain the body and mind of a child for a long time, and the loss of his mother is too heavy, so it is not necessary to sue him.

This tomb has long been covered by wild grass, and the dry bones inside have long been dusted back to dust, and the earth has returned to the earth.

The years are so ruthless, after tidying up the tombstones a little and repairing the weeds, Ji Fei left with the two.

Lingxuan said to Hua Ling'er: "Ling'er, you have to remember here, remember to come here every year to sweep the tomb when you grow up, remember?"

The little guy nodded heavily, "But, what is tomb sweeping?"

Ji Fei listened and smiled faintly

After parting with the butterfly tomb, on the road, the atmosphere was not as dignified as before.

Lingxuan is naturally very clear about butterflies, but other people, such as Yun Han, don't know much about it.

"Well, I say, how many confidantes do you have?" Lingxuan asked casually.

Ji Fei was silent, frowning.

"Well, I won't do anything!" Ling Xuan said with a smile.

Ji Fei glanced at her, "Isn't this counting the number of heads!"

"Okay, you, there are so many, eat me with a punch!" Lingxuan smiled and gave Ji Fei a punch.

Walking ahead, Ji Fei shook his head helplessly.

Lingxuan, who was walking behind him, was still chattering jokingly.

After a long time, Ji Fei suddenly said, "Actually, in general, there are few results." ”

"What?" Ling Xuan asked curiously.

"What, don't you know?" Ji Fei glanced at her, "It's just that I blame Ji someone's temperament is too outstanding and dazzling, like the brightest star in the starry night, walking on the road, it will always attract the hearts of thousands of girls, alas, but in the world, after all, there is no fate, so most of them are wrong, and there is no result!"

Although his words were a joke, Lingxuan still heard a little bleak.

"It seems that I am lucky!" Ling Xuan said with a smile.

"No, I'm actually the luckiest!" Ji Fei said with a smile.

Ji Fei hugged Hua Ling'er, the three of them walked slowly, the road was smooth, after a while, Ji Fei suddenly said: "Time, life, luck!"

These six words can basically summarize the intricate relationships between him and many women in the past five hundred years.

Whether it is Jianchen, Liu Yue'e, the generation of butterfly incense and jade, or Yun Han, Xiahou Zhaoxu, Lingxuan and others, fate and luck. As for the rest, at most it can be regarded as good feelings and ambiguity.

It's just that since he has cultivated the Tao, Ji Fei has seen his love more lightly.

Because as the years go by, too many people have died and fallen into the pain of reincarnation.

He can no longer bear the weight of a love.

Looking at the sunset that was gradually ending, Ji Fei raised his puzzled gaze, "I realized the artistic conception of the top, but it was reincarnated?"

Life and death, love and love, are difficult to escape the pain of reincarnation.

So, what is the significance of this qiē for outsiders?

But if it is meaningless to live, then what is the need to live?

Therefore, if a cultivator wants to enter the world, he must be in the middle of the situation and fall into reincarnation, and he can jump out of the situation, and he can see clearly that he is in and out of it!

Entering the game, Ji Fei didn't have to go through it again, because his previous experience was enough to make him fall into endless pain, and right now, Ji Fei was just out of the ordinary, and suddenly, he could see a little bit clearly. And for the artistic conception of reincarnation itself, there are also some subtle perceptions.

Reincarnation is life and death!

What is even more valuable is that a person perceives reincarnation in the process of reincarnation.

Well, it's the process that matters.

Perhaps, this is what the philosophers say, live in the moment!

Ji Fei unconsciously figured this out, so the decadent aura on his body was swept away, and he glanced at Ling Xuan solemnly, "I must protect you, yes, definitely!" He gritted his teeth and said, his mind couldn't help but think of the woman who listened to the voice of the Great Dao, Xiahou Zhaoxu.

She has lost her hearing, but now she is okay?