Chapter 821

The old man cried desolately: "The young master is old, he has white hair, white hair and chicken skin... But I am getting younger and younger... The young master smiled and said: Uncle Zhong, practice hard, go to the fairy world for me-"

Unable to bear it any longer, he burst into tears.

He was not talented, and he was getting old, but when his life was approaching, the young lady forcibly pulled him from the seventh level of Qi training to the foundation building stage.

He gained a full three hundred years of life, his whole body was reborn, his pale hair gradually turned black, his old skin became younger... How happy he was, rolling around in the wild with his young master in his arms, laughing happily.

"Young master, this old slave can accompany you for many years again."

"You are so young, you can't be called Uncle Zhong, I think it's more appropriate to call you Big Brother."

The young master laughed and teased.

He waved his hands again and again, but he was really happy in his heart, he was able to accompany his young master for a long, long time again.

One year, two years, three years, the young madam did not know what means, but in just a few years, his cultivation had reached the middle stage of foundation establishment. And in alchemy, she also taught her everything, and he was able to refine the top-grade Peiyuan pill during the foundation building stage.

From the perspective of the entire cultivation world, this is unbelievable, because most people who have practiced hard for a hundred years may not have this achievement.

But at that time, he knew little about the world of cultivation. He was busy serving his young master every day, and learning the tasks assigned by his wife... until one day, he saw white hair on the young master's head.

An elegant middle-aged man, wearing a moon white shirt, with a handsome face.

But he was in a panic for the first time. The street was crowded with people, and someone was selling glass mirrors on the opposite side——a middle-aged man, a young man, and two figures were reflected in the mirror.

And he was the young man who was at a loss with a whip.

"Master..."

"What's wrong?"

The middle-aged man turned his head sideways, with doubts in his gentle eyes.

He twitched his lips and finally shook his head.

After a while, the young lady came back from a group of women contentedly holding the glass mirror. The young master hurried forward, and the two of them naturally held hands, turned around and got on the carriage.

He sat on the shaft of the chariot, with the whip on the horse's buttocks, and drove towards the city gate.

In the evening of that day, when Mrs. Dai instructed him to make alchemy again, he looked at her pleadingly: "Master, is it true that you can't cultivate immortals?"

The young lady was stunned for a moment, and said 'hmm'.

So far, he and the young master have become two extremes, the young master is getting old gradually, and he is getting younger day by day.

finally,

In ancient times,

The young master is getting old, but he has returned to the age of twenty.

The lady with the same old face held the young master's hand and said to him: "Uncle Zhong, you barely have the ability to protect yourself now, the world is so big, go and have a look."

He knew what the young lady meant, and she wanted to accompany the young master alone for the last journey.

But I also want to accompany the young master!

That is the young master he has worked so hard to bring up with his hands.

But he nodded, even with a smile on his face: "Okay, I listen to the young lady, young master, you have to take care of your health, no matter where you go, this old slave will always miss you."

The next day, the sky was slightly brighter,

He simply packed a small bundle, kowtowed three times in front of the young master's wife, turned and left.

The world of self-cultivation is vast, even more vast and magnificent than the rivers and lakes he longed for when he was young. He walked alone in the world of self-cultivation, met good people and bad people, and his cultivation level did not increase, but his temperament became more and more stable.

Three years, five years? Or ten years?

He walked many places, until one day, the bell hanging on his waist rang.

The bronze bell was unremarkable, but a voice sounded in the silent night: "Uncle Zhong, my husband said that the sea of ​​clouds in the Northern Territory is the most beautiful. I want to go and see it. Do you want to go with me?"

Without thinking, he said, "Go!"

The space oscillated, and the whole person couldn't help but think and then fell—opened his eyes again, and there were two smiling faces in front of him.

The Northern Territory is the coldest place in the entire cultivation world, and there are icebergs everywhere, but in that ice and snow, there is the most beautiful sea of ​​clouds in the cultivation world. When the sun rises, it is especially beautiful.

Like many years ago, he set up the carriage.

The carriage passed by on the ice, and there was a world of ice and snow in sight. After a while, it stopped at the top of the mountain.

He got out of the car, picked up the bag, and helped the young wife and the young master down. The young master patted his hand, with a look of relief in his eyes, and then turned to hold his wife's hand, and the two walked to the cliff bench and sat down .

The sun is surging, the clouds are gradually rising,

He stood behind him with his hands down, watching them sitting head to head together... the sea of ​​clouds rose and their breath gradually slowed down.

From early morning to dark, he stood for a day, his whole body was stiff, he vaguely heard a sigh, and in his sight, the young lady stood up, her pale hair gradually turned black, her green shirt remained the same: "Uncle Zhong, let's go back."

Bending down to pick up the sleeping old man, he turned and entered the carriage. The curtains of the carriage fell, covering the old man's peaceful face.

He hardly remembers what happened after that, but he only remembers those few days of ignorance. When the young lady left and the courtyard was empty, he realized that his young master was really gone, and the young lady might...

He panicked, but didn't know what to do.

A few days later, the young lady came back and brought the young master with her.

At that time, the young master was crying until he was in tears. He had reached a critical point in his cultivation, and he was closed, so he was unable to see his father for the last time.

"Daddy, daddy, why didn't you wait for me, daddy!"

Kneeling in front of the incense table, tears blurred his eyes.

He regretted it, regretted it very much, and he regretted it for hundreds of years. Mingming's mother gave him the message, but he was so focused that he forgot what was going on around him.

The full moon shifted and stopped on the treetops,

Uncle Zhong wiped away the tears from his face, his voice choked with sobs: "How much I want to give this body to the young master..."

The little tree demon broke down even more: "Mother, I was really wrong, I was really wrong, why can't you forgive me? Why do you have to leave... Woohoo, I was really wrong."

He didn't mean it, how much he wanted to be by their side.

He paranoidly believed that mother left with father because she was disappointed in him, so she left.

"How can the young lady blame you? Young master, the young master and the young lady love you so much, but this is the way you have to go. The young lady said that you can walk boldly in the future without fear or embarrassment. She forever."

At that time, he also thought that these words were a relief, until the battle between immortals and demons broke out,

Before the young lady left, she gave him a pouch. She said that if something difficult happened, open it... He opened it, and found the mahogany sword inside.

Uncle Zhong sighed and patted the little tree demon's head: "Madam cares about you so much."

It's just that she loves the young master more.

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the next day,

When the two woke up, the little tree demon returned,

Uncle Zhong cleaned up the inside and outside of the house. Finally, he closed the door and walked to the street.

The fairyland is long, and he promised the young master to go to the fairyland for him to take a good look. He must practice hard and practice hard. He is the young master's servant, so he must not embarrass him—maybe, one day, he will be able to see the young master again.

One man and one horse, crossing mountains and ridges,

Meeting monsters, meeting people, meeting demons... One day he met an old woman.

The old woman was unkempt, with a cane in her hand, and her eyes met. After a second, she looked away. One was riding a horse to the east, and the other was sailing a boat to the north.