Qingyang suddenly went home to take a look, and he suddenly realized that he hadn't been home for a long time, perhaps because he had been in the sword river shijie for too long, so that he often forgot these things unconsciously.

At this time, he suddenly wanted to go home, and he returned home, and although his parents were very old, they had not changed much, because they had elixir to eat. But Qingyang knew that their longevity was coming, and even if it was a haode elixir, it would not be able to make a longevity endless.

That night, the original family feasted, and the monks stationed nearby also came to the original mansion, Qingyang came out, only those monks dared to speak recently, even if they spoke very restrained, they were all at the bottom, and they really wanted to know what the situation of the Dao Palace was now.

Qingyang will not say how difficult it is to say that the palace is now, but to reassure everyone. For them, Qingyang's words are trustworthy, because Qingyang's reputation has slowly spread among them, and they don't know how the palace master died, but they know that the longevity of the patriarch in the middle of the mountain is exhausted. I don't know very well that some time ago, a group of people in Qingyang and their group fought a big battle outside, and many people died.

Qing Yang actually didn't say anything, but they felt relieved when they heard Qing Yang's words, this was because in their hearts they didn't believe that the Dao Palace would have any big shocks because of such a trivial matter. At least in their minds, it's a small thing.

Time passed bit by bit.

Qing Yang suddenly felt that death was nothing, in the past, he was not afraid of death, because he was often hovering on the edge of life and death, so he was not afraid of the danger of death, but now it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if he dies, then it doesn't matter about survival.

If you don't have passion for life, you don't care about death.

His body and mind suddenly became extremely relaxed, and his whole person was like a wisp of air, like a stone, like a tree.

As time passed, his countenance began to change in other eyes. Originally, his face had not changed for decades, but now he was aging rapidly, changing every day.

The moment his body and mind relaxed, his body began to slacken, and a beard grew, and the flesh of his face began to wrinkle.

His brother was so shocked to see all this that he was too shocked to speak.

Qingyang didn't explain anything, but he was still walking around, watching, and listening as before, and his face was seen by others, and everyone was amazed, especially those on the same street, in their hearts, when a monk began to grow old at a speed visible to the naked eye, then his life would come to an end, and he would soon die.

Qingyang's younger brother will be shocked and think that Qingyang is going to die, otherwise how could Haode start to grow old.

Qing Yang didn't care about all this, he stood in front of the rushing river, the last time this river came, there was still a dark breath in the river, but now it is gone. Looking at the rushing river, Qingyang thought that the river was like time, always flowing, but at a glance, the river seemed to have never changed, but every minute and every second was different.

Qingyang suddenly thought, on this shijie, everything is the same, this water can turn into qi and melt into darkness, and when a person dies one day, it also turns into qi and melts into darkness.

This is the unity of all laws, after everything disappears, it is integrated into the darkness, then all kinds of life can be born in the darkness, such as those who exist in the darkness of all kinds of beings, this is again the unity of ten thousand laws.

"Big brother, is there something wrong with the Dao Palace?" Qingyang's younger brother Yuan Zhongqing.

"Well, there is something going on in the Dao Palace. Qingyang replied.

Yuan Zhongqing watched his eldest brother turn into a middle-aged face in a few days, his heart was full of worry, he couldn't say what he was worried about, because he himself was old, and it wouldn't take long to die, he was now, just like when Qingyang came back from the sword river, when he saw his parents.

"Then, big brother, what are you?" Yuan Zhongqing continued to ask.

"I'm fine. Qingyang replied.

Yuan Zhongqing didn't know what to say, he had a kind of admiration and awe for his eldest brother, and the original family was supported by his eldest brother alone. But he didn't know in his heart that in Qingyang's heart, his younger brother was also very haode, although he couldn't practice, but he was able to run the original mansion with his own empty name, which was also very powerful.

Nearly a month passed, and one day, Qingyang's parents never woke up.

Qingyang found that he didn't have any sadness, in fact, in the past ten or twenty years, his parents had been confused, like a withered tree. In his heart, if he is living like this, it is better to assimilate with this shijie.

Even he himself had the idea of assimilating into this shijie and blending into the darkness.

He stood in front of the grave of his parents, looking at the two piles of loess, and there was more and more a sense of dust returning to dust and soil returning to earth.

The juniors of the original family all looked at Qingyang, but they didn't dare to make a sound, they didn't dare to talk about it, they didn't dare to say it. But others who have seen Qingyang dare.

"I'm afraid the one from the original family is going to die. ”

"Did you get seriously injured outside?"

"I don't know, sometimes a practitioner can live a long life, but sometimes he dies suddenly, without warning. ”

"This is weishenme?"

"Maybe I don't want to live. ”

"Is there anyone in this world who doesn't want to live?"

"What do you mean by saying that a person lives for thousands of years?"

"It's interesting, it's not interesting, if I had thousands of years in my life, then I would have been able to do a lot. ”

"Huh"

On this day, someone suddenly came to the Dao Palace and asked Qingyang to go back to discuss the matter. When the other party saw Qingyang's appearance, he was taken aback, because Qingyang at this time looked gray-haired, his waist was bent, and his face was full of wrinkles, where was he still the person who rose like the rising sun and was very likely to become the future Dao Palace Master.

Qingyang hasn't returned to the Dao Palace yet, so he knows that he should be going to choose the position of the palace master of the Dao Palace, but he doesn't know which faction this zuihou will be.

As soon as he returned to the Dao Palace, someone came to see him, and the person who saw him was the person who mediated the creation of this vein, that is, Luodian, who came last time.

"Senior nephew Qingyang, I'm back today, everything is fine at home. Rodian said.

"The father and the mother of the family are assimilated with the heavens. Qingyang said.

Luo Dian was slightly stunned, for him, his parents were already a memory for a long time.

"Then don't be too sad, it's not good, it's too sad. He pointed to Qingyang's hair and said.

Qingyang shook his head and didn't answer, Luo Dian only felt that Qingyang's whole body was exuding a smoke-like aura, as if he was about to disperse.

He felt a slight pity in his heart, if Qingyang's mind had been sinking like this, his cultivation would soon decline, and the reason why he would come to invite Qingyang was because of his cultivation, and now he was only sorry for Qingyang, and he was sorry for the Dao Palace. In his opinion, Qingyang was regarded as a genius disciple of his Dao Palace, and he was the person who would be in charge of the future Dao Palace, but he didn't expect that he would die at this young age.

It's not common, but it's common.

There are often some genius-like disciples who have reached an extremely high level in just a few hundred years, but it is also the kind of person who is very easy to have world-weary thoughts, this kind of person always dies suddenly overnight, and there are many such figures in the history of the White Bone Dao Palace.