The host, she is becoming beautiful every day

Chapter 1670 The Humble Furnace of the Noble Immortal Monarch (18)

The cold white-clothed immortal stood up from the futon. He opened the window and saw the bright moon stretching for thousands of miles. When the wind blew, the branches of thousands of mountains and ravines swayed, and shadows fell on the ground.

The night scene of Xuanqingzong is very beautiful, and compared with a hundred years ago, it seems that there is not much difference.

It's just that a hundred years ago, he was not the Ruoxu Immortal Venerable revered by countless people in Xuanqingzong.

At that time, he was also called Ling Ruoxu, but his status was extremely humble. He was just a poor student in a mortal frontier town who read at night and struggled to get a title on the gold list.

He lost his father and mother since he was a child, and lived a lonely life. Fortunately, the youngest daughter of the rich gentleman's family next door admired him and kept helping Ling Ruoxu secretly, giving him many things.

Relying on the Tang Pozi and all kinds of food that the little girl stuffed in during the winter night, he would not freeze to death in the winter night.

Also relying on the various paper pens and books sent by the other party, he can always maintain his ambition to learn.

……

To say that Ling Ruoxu doesn't have the slightest liking for this little Qingmei, that is of course a lie.

Otherwise, with his haughty character, he would not agree to marry Su Qinghuan, and even when Qingmei was crying, he would not take the initiative to promise her that even if she came to the capital and was favored by a famous lady, he would never betray her.

However, compared to the Dao of Longevity, the love between children is still too shallow.

Even the emperor, who has obtained the supreme power in the mortal world, is infatuated with elixir, dreaming of eternal life and immortality.

Then he was just a commoner scholar at that time, and the Taoist priest said that he had excellent bones, so what's wrong with him yearning for the world of immortals?
It's just a blame, it's just a different fate.

With Su Qinghuan's family background and appearance at that time, even without him, it would be very easy to find a man of the same age who liked her in that small mountain village to accompany her for the rest of her life.

It's just that Ling Ruoxu didn't expect that his green plum would be so violent, even after 20 years of wasting time, from a graceful girl to a beautiful hair on the temples, they were all waiting for him obsessively.

Ling Ruoxu didn't go to his hometown in person. As a cultivator, the ties to the world should be cut off as soon as possible. The status gap between him and his former fiancée is too big. Even if we meet, what's the use? !

It's just adding trouble to both parties.

Qingmei can't see through this point, but Ling Ruoxu takes it for granted.

……

In order to repay Qingmei's kindness in helping him back then, Ling Ruoxu also sent his disciple Taoist to bring pills to condolences.

Although the elixir is not enough for mortals to make people immortal, it is also enough for ordinary people to rejuvenate and live without illness and pain.

He wanted Qingmei to forget him and live a new life.

But she accepted the elixir, but gave it to her parents, and then jumped into the river dressed in red...

Ling Ruoxu was a little surprised when he heard the Taoist boy coming to report. It's just that after so many years of practicing Taoism, Ling Ruoxu has taken life, old age, sickness and death relatively lightly.

He thought he had done his duty.

This path was chosen by herself.

No wonder him.

……

Ling Ruoxu didn't expect that after so many years, Qingmei, who he thought he had forgotten, would fall into a dream today.

"Is it a demon? This dream is so real..."

The white-clothed immortal frowned, and subconsciously calculated Su Qinghuan's fate.

The mountain wind blew in along the window, making the robes of the white-clothed immortal reverberate, making him look less and less like a person in the world.

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In fact, as early as a hundred years ago, when Qingmei jumped into the river, Ling Ruoxu also calculated Su Qinghuan's fate in the next life.

It's just because he feels a little guilty about that infatuated fiancée.

At that time, Ling Ruoxu calculated that Qingmei's soul was separated, the road ahead was gloomy, and she might not even be able to reincarnate. For this result, Ling Ruoxu felt that maybe it was because Qingmei had too much delusions, and it was not necessarily because she didn't want to reincarnate.

"It's strange, why after a hundred years, the souls have gathered together, but this fate has become more and more confusing? Could it be that after so long, she still refuses to let go of everything in her previous life?"

The pale and thin lips of the Baiyi Xianzun pursed, his eyes darkened, and he even began to secretly blame Qingmei for her infatuation.

As a cultivator, he is most afraid of being entangled in karma. Except for the green plum that jumped into the river a hundred years ago, Ling Ruoxu believes that he is worthy of no one in this life.

If it is because of a dead person that his great cause of cultivating immortals is delayed, that would be a big injustice.

Thinking like this, Ling Ruoxu couldn't help but see the scene in his dream again.

The woman with black hair and red clothes pierced the hairpin into his heart and looked at him contemptuously.

The shadow of the candle flickered, the eyebrows and eyes of Qingmei under the phoenix crown remained the same, but that face, which could only be regarded as delicate in the world of cultivating immortals, radiated a kind of piercing beauty in the dream because of the determination of her expression.

Even, she is not quite like the woman Ling Ruoxu remembered.

His green plum always looked at him with a shy smile, and often left things and ran away before Ling Ruoxu could speak.

It wasn't until the two got engaged under Su's father's idea that Qingmei summoned up the courage to say more to him, but it was just that she liked him so much, and hoped that after the two got married, he would not forget her when he went to the capital , I have to come back from the capital early.

Or even if he loses his name, it doesn't matter, she doesn't want to be an official's wife, she just wants to be Ling Ruoxu's little wife.

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Perhaps it is precisely because he knows how much Qingmei loves him that Ling Ruoxu is unwilling to believe that Qingmei in his dream will coldly watch him die.

At the last moment of her life, did she really hate him so far?
Ling Ruoxu felt an inexplicable discomfort in his heart.

For a moment, Ling Ruoxu couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The fiery spiritual power of his limbs and bones could no longer be suppressed, and the white-clothed immortal could only feel the pain in his heart becoming more and more real.

Just when Ling Ruoxu lost control of his aura, a thick aura pierced into his heart veins from behind.

Someone screamed.

"Ruoxu! Why are you still acting brave at this time!"

Ling Ruoxu, dressed in fluttering white clothes, turned around and bowed slightly to the white-haired old man who appeared out of thin air. This is the only Huashen Elder of Xuanqing Sect who has not closed the death test, and is also the master who led him into the Dao of Longevity .

"If you are incompetent, you can't transform the spiritual power of the raging fire by yourself, and you will cause Master to worry about me."

The white-haired old man glanced at his apprentice's thin and pale eyebrows with a sigh, perhaps because of the torment of the fire and the invasion of the inner demon, his apprentice's condition seemed to be worse than last time.

"You, you, how can you go to the death test with peace of mind as a teacher?"

"You are young and talented, but you have been promoted to Nascent Soul Immortal Venerable in only a hundred years, but you have been suffering from this raging fire spiritual power. Tell the master that you have been unwilling to find a Taoist partner to cross the transformation. Is it because of your early death? Xiao Qingmei?"

Ling Ruoxu was startled, he pursed his thin lips, and cupped his hands respectfully.

"Master misunderstood, but the disciple's situation is the most clear. If it is only for the purpose of transforming the spiritual power of the raging fire, and delaying the life of any woman for nothing, the disciple thinks it should not be done."

(End of this chapter)