Traveling through the world of cultivating immortals: The system actually taught me to farm and rais

Xuan Ming and Xuan Qing woke up from the gray world, as if they had just woken up from a dream, or as if they were blind and regained their sight, the light in front of their eyes regained, and they returned to the hut.

Xuan Qing thought about Su Heng's words in a daze, and it took her a long time to react, and she suddenly asked anxiously, "Senior Su, the Bana flower can restore the memory of the dead, does that mean it can bring people back to life?"

Xuan Ming also came to his senses, shook his head and said, "No, resurrection refers to returning to the human world. The deceased regained his memory. It can only be said that he remembered who he was..."

In other words, the dead are still the dead...

At this time, Su Heng said: "It's really easy to come back from the dead. It's like a broken mirror. Even if it's repaired, it's hard to say that it's the same mirror as before. The reality of death can't be changed. As a living person, what you can do is to cherish life." time……"

"I understand..." After Xuan Qing finished speaking, there was another burst of silence.

Bana...

There is a whole sea of ​​flowers by the river, just one flower can remind people of the past... But the reality is that there is not one flower.

Xuan Qing could clearly feel that gray world, but it was just an illusion.

"Senior Su, where is Wang Chuanhe...?"

Xuan Qing asked, and then said silently in her heart: "No matter where the world is, I will look for it!"

Su Heng had a toothache when he heard this question. This girl would not want to pick the flowers of the other side... He just mentioned it so that the two of them could think about it. Why does it seem that things are getting more and more complicated?

But it's impossible for Su Heng to just say a place for people to find, otherwise it's not harmful?

So Su Heng could only sigh and said, "The living can't go to that place, and the dead can't come back, so forget it."

After hearing his words, Xuan Qing felt a sense of loss.

how so……

Su Heng thought for a while, this matter must not be explained any further, the more it is described, the darker it becomes, and in the end he doesn't know how to get it back...

"How about it," Su Heng said to the two, "I'll give you a few flowers, and you go back and put them in front of the deceased's tomb, which is my heart."

Xuan Ming and Xuan Qing could only nod their heads and answered yes.

Su Heng got up and went to the flower garden outside the door, picked a few flowers with stems, and handed them to the two.

The two bid farewell to Su Heng with the flowers sent by Su Heng, and returned to Xuanji Gate.

When they came to the tomb of the dead disciple, they put flowers on the stele, and the two stood silently without speaking.

"Senior Brother, where is the Bana Flower?" Xuan Qing broke the silence and asked.

But suddenly when she was talking, the flowers on the tombstone slowly emitted white light.

Within a few breaths, the flowers faded from their variegated colors and turned into pure white.

Seeing the appearance of the flower, the eyes of the two of them widened suddenly, and they blurted out: "The other shore flower!"

The flower of the other shore, which is between illusion and reality, which countless people can't ask for, can't be brought by life, and can't be known by death, is actually planted in Senior Su's small courtyard!

"Senior brother! It turns out that the flower garden of Senior Su is the Bianhua flower! Our disciple is saved!" Xuan Qing said excitedly, her voice trembling.

On the other hand, Xuan Ming's whole body went numb with excitement, and he couldn't speak.

This surprise was too sudden, the two of them felt as if their hearts were being hammered hard, but there was no pain, only longing!
Longing to break the boundaries between life and death!
The other shore flower lightly exudes milky white light, and gradually floats up from the tombstone, and almost invisible filaments pass through the tomb and connect to the earth.

The two of them watched helplessly that the other side flower gradually turned into filaments, melted into the tomb and disappeared.

And the moment the flowers disappeared, the entire tomb suddenly turned into gray mist and disappeared, leaving flowers, plants and dead branches on the ground, and a few bugs hiding under the stones, as if there had never been a tomb here.

The two froze in place, looking at each other.

"Brother..."

hum-

Just when Xuan Qing was about to say something, suddenly a token in her arms trembled and became hot.

The same is true for Xuanming, he said tremblingly: "Go! Go to the ancestral hall! Look at the soul lamps of the disciples who died in battle! Hurry up!"

When Xuan Qing heard what he said, she rushed out without waiting for her to finish, her speed was actually a bit faster than when she was at her peak.

Xuanming also hurriedly followed, and the two came to the ancestral hall one after the other. There were rows of green lanterns placed in the ancestral hall between them. Some of the flames were extremely strong, as if they were about to turn into the sun, while others were like the flames in the wind. Candle, dim as if about to go out.

But when Xuan Qing looked at those dim flames, she shed hot tears instantly, sobbing involuntarily.

All the lights... are on!

Those disciples who died are all back!

…………

In a gray world.

A small group of monks walked forward in the gray mist, looking around vigilantly from time to time.

"Little brother, those villains should not come again for the time being, let's rest for a while!"

The one who spoke was a young female monk, her face was still immature like a girl's, but she was full of determination.

The monk she called her little brother was also a younger boy, and he was looking at the troubles around him.

"That won't work," the boy said, "Who knows when those people will come? If they show up at this time, we will lose some teammates again!"

The female monk sighed, and said: "It takes twelve hours a day to guard against them uninterruptedly, and we will collapse in the long run!"

"That can't rest! Anyway, I have enough energy!" The boy said angrily, "Who are these people? Why do they have to hunt us down? Damn it!"

All the people present were silent after hearing this.

They were unrelated dead people, and they met together by chance, but suddenly a group of masked men in gray clothes came and captured many of them, leaving only the six monks now. escaping in struggle.

No one knows why they were hunted down, where they will go, and when this day will end.

Suddenly, streaks of milky white light came from the sky and shot above everyone's heads.

Everyone looked up, and the gray fog was thinned by the light, revealing a few stars in the sky.

Scenes of scenes flashed in everyone's minds. They were different when they were young, and then they practiced in a sect called Xuanjimen... and finally died in a battle to defend the sect.

The light came suddenly and went away very quickly, within a hundred breaths, it disappeared.

But everyone still had dull faces, staring at each other with wide eyes.

"You...you are..." the female cultivator tremblingly said, with tears streaming down her eyes: "You are Junior Brother Guan!"

"Senior Sister Luo!" the boy said in a low voice, "Why are you here too! And Senior Brother Luo...Senior Brother Xuan...you..."

The one called Brother Luo also exclaimed in shock: "It turns out that everyone is the same sect who died in the Xuanji sect. No wonder there is a destiny to reunite in this underworld..."

"I just don't know what happened to Xuanji Gate?"

"Yes! We died in battle, the suzerain faced so many by himself..."