Xiuxian: Start with the medicine boy

Chapter 1329: After a hundred years, the immortal root is born!
In the blink of an eye.

More than ten years have passed!

With the support of Murong Wanwan, the Cheng family of immortals became more prosperous!

Not only did the number of the tribe members exceed thirty, but a new generation also grew up.

There were also several cultivators in the Foundation Establishment stage.

There are also three descendants of the "Jing" generation.

But the representative figure is Murong Wanwan's youngest granddaughter, Cheng Qingyao, who is of the "Qing generation".

He was also a bully in the school back then.

Now she has not only grown into a graceful young lady, but has also made great progress in her interpersonal relationships.

Moreover, he has deeply grasped the essence of the unique clan style of the Cheng family.

And served as a lecturer in the school.

As for Cheng Qingyao, Cheng Qingyang, and other cultivators of the "Qing" generation, the younger generations with spiritual roots, with the help of Murong Wanwan, a Nascent Soul cultivator, they have all entered the Foundation Establishment stage.

However, no one broke through to the Golden Core Realm.

The one with the highest cultivation level is the eldest of the Qing generation, Cheng Qinglong.

After years of practice, Cheng Qinglong just broke through to the late stage of foundation building not long ago. He is still some distance away from the peak of the foundation building stage.

As for their father Cheng Ping'an, even though Murong Wanwan secretly thought of many ways, he still could not embark on the path of immortality.

Cheng Pingan is missing the most critical link...

There is just no spiritual root.

Without spiritual roots, one cannot sense the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

It is even more impossible to absorb spiritual energy from the heaven and earth and use it for one's own benefit.

Even though the spiritual energy was forced into Cheng Ping'an's body by Murong Wanwan's great magical power, it all dissipated from the body in a short while.

In addition, Cheng Ping'an cannot sense spiritual energy, nor can he accept the baptism of spiritual energy from heaven and earth...
No matter how strong his body is, he cannot withstand the power of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

Although Cheng Ping'an's meridians are much thicker than those of ordinary mortals, in essence, he is still a mortal body.

Naturally, it cannot be compared with the bodies of cultivators who have embarked on the immortal path and have been baptized by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

therefore.

Murong Wanwan used many methods every once in a while, after Cheng Ping'an's body meridians were nurtured.

For this purpose, a large amount of spiritual objects were also consumed.

After all, although Cheng Ping'an is a mortal, he is also Murong Wanwan's only son.

so···

Although it was very expensive, Murong Wanwan tried this method almost every year since Cheng Ping'an turned thirteen.

This process has continued for the past few years.

Murong Wanwan had no choice but to stop.

Because Cheng Ping'an is now over sixty years old and can no longer withstand the hardship.

As a last resort, Murong Wanwan had no choice but to give up.

Simultaneously.

She was also worried about her husband, who had never really seen their son, and was afraid that when her husband woke up, their son would have been buried in the earth.

Therefore···
Over the years, Murong Wanwan has been secretly using mild elixirs to nourish her son Cheng Ping'an's gradually declining body.

As for her husband, he is still full of energy.

There is no difference between him and the old people waiting for death in the mortal world.

However, not long ago, at the request of her husband, she retraced the path of life in her memory.

Among them is Qingshan Town, where I have lived for many years.

Unfortunately, things there have changed and the people there have changed. The former "Cheng's Bookstore" has long been converted into a blacksmith shop.

There is no trace of familiar scenes anymore.

At last.

Murong Wanwan accompanied her husband back to Chengjia Village.

Since then, Cheng Fan has been losing energy and feeling drowsy all day long.

Not only does he bask in the sun in the yard, but he also keeps company with his younger generations who have no spiritual roots.

And his appearance is getting older.

He looks very old and frail, as if his time is running out.

However, the time is about the same.

For mortals, living to be a hundred years old is a blessing from heaven.

But Cheng Fan is now over ninety years old, and is only a few years away from the maximum lifespan of mortals.

What's more, Cheng Ping'an is already over sixty years old.

But within a ten-mile radius of Chengjia Village, Cheng Fan is also a well-known centenarian.

Every time a festival comes, people come to visit the old man, hoping to get some blessings.

In this regard.

Murong Wanwan, who saw this, couldn't help laughing in her heart.

But when she thought about the fact that her husband's life was getting closer and closer.

I started to worry.

Because, if my husband cannot break through the confusion in the last period of his life, it will be very dangerous.

Maybe, it will completely fall.

therefore.

As the days passed, Murong Wanwan saw it all and felt anxious.

Unfortunately, she didn't think of a way to help her husband.

Even if you use spiritual stimulation or the secret method of the soul, it will be useless.

She has tried all these methods.

The truth is, my husband's determination to follow the Tao was too strong, and he didn't even think about leaving a way out for himself.

But when she thought of her husband's cautious character, she wondered if he had a way out?
of course.

This was also her guess.

As for whether there was a way out, Murong Wanwan was not sure.

Now she can only think of ways to deal with it while hoping that her husband has made arrangements for her to escape.

In this way, Murong Wanwan spent a few more years living in fear and worry.

This day.

Cheng Buzheng sealed himself, transformed into a mortal and returned to the world for a hundred years.

Cheng Fan, who is old and frail and is about to die, is lying on the bed in the bedroom, with his virtuous sons and grandchildren standing under the bed.

The room was filled with a huge crowd.

Among them, the younger generations without spiritual roots burst into tears.

"father···"

"Grandfather, I'm here to see you..."

"Great-grandfather, please open your eyes and look at me. I am your most beloved little Sixth Son!"

"..."

A sad atmosphere permeated the air.

Among them, the younger cultivators with spiritual roots frowned slightly, with a hint of confusion in their eyes, looking at the old woman sitting beside the bed.

At the same time, countless questions arose in their minds.

Isn’t that right?

Didn't my grandmother say that my grandfather was a powerful monk with a lifespan of over a thousand years? How could he be about to pass away?
Obviously.

They can't understand.

I also don't understand the danger of sealing myself and becoming a mortal again.

However, Murong Wanwan, who was sitting beside the bed, didn't care about anything else at this moment, and stared blankly at the unconscious old man lying on the bed.

The sadness is beyond words.

She held Cheng Fan's skinny hand tightly and murmured:
"Old man, you can't leave!

We still have a long time to live.

Don't scare me, open your eyes and look at me!"

"Please don't do such dangerous things in the future..."

Murong Wanwan kept talking.

In this regard.

The descendants beside the bed did not pay any attention, thinking that their grandmother was too sad and talking nonsense.

Only the descendants who have hidden their cultivation, after hearing their grandmother's words, knew that these were not just nonsense.

After all, there is no such thing as a monk being senile and confused.

On the contrary, there is a tradition that people become more sophisticated as they age.

therefore.

These descendants who have hidden their cultivation also seemed to have thought of something at this moment?
Obviously.

Grandfather had an accident.

Otherwise, grandma would never be so sad.

I would never say such a thing.

So, my grandfather definitely didn’t fake his death to get away.

Think of this.

These descendants with spiritual roots also knew that one of the Cheng family’s double rows of sky-supporting jade pillars was about to collapse.

This is definitely not a good thing for the family?
Think of this.

For a while.

These virtuous sons and grandchildren felt very sad.

of course.

There is also a bit of sadness mixed in.

at this time···
Cheng Fan, who was lying on the bed, heard a cry and opened his eyes slowly.

The first thing he saw was Cheng Ping'an, who was staring at his old wife with a sad face, and his descendants.

See this scene.

Cheng Fan sighed in his heart:
"Although I have never been appointed as a prime minister in my lifetime, I have many descendants."

"It's worth it!"

Immediately.

Cheng Fan said slowly with a hoarse voice:

"You guys go out first!"

"I want to have a few words with your grandmother and tell her about her funeral arrangements!"

Hear the words.

Those cultivators with spiritual roots, at the signal of their elders, left the room one after another.

after all.

They knew in their hearts that their grandmother was a Yuanying Zhenjun, and her will could not be overturned by them, the younger generations.

Therefore, they tactfully withdrew.

As for those younger generations who had no spiritual roots, although they were thinking about the family's wealth and hesitated for a moment, they also retreated under Cheng Ping'an's cold gaze.

soon.

There were only two people left in this room.

Cheng Fan was lying on the bed, looking at his wife with his cloudy eyes. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

See this.

Murong Wanwan's eyes were filled with tears and her face was filled with sorrow. She asked softly:

"what happened?"

"Is there anything you want to tell me?"

That being said.

But at this moment, Murong Wanwan had an urge to tell the truth.

She didn't want her husband, this peerless strong man, to die like a mortal.

However, she thought that if she told the truth, her husband might not even have the last chance of breaking through.

Because Murong Wanwan knew clearly that when she was about to die,
It is the time with the greatest hope of seizing a glimmer of opportunity for a breakthrough.

Therefore···
Murong Wanwan then suppressed the impulse in her heart and still did not tell the truth.

the other side.

Cheng Fan suddenly sighed and said:

"My dear, I am almost dying!"

"Can't you just tell me the truth?"

"What truth?"

Murong Wanwan was somewhat puzzled.

Seeing this, Cheng Fan, who was lying on the bed, said with a look of disappointment:
"Are you the legendary immortal?"

"Are the wives before Ping An still alive?"

"Have the children and grandchildren who are away from home studying and working outside and have not been seen for years embarked on the path to immortality?"

This statement came out.

A hint of surprise flashed in the depths of Murong Wanwan's eyes.

When did your husband find out?

However, although Cheng Fan is a mortal, he is very familiar with his partner who has been with him for many years.

When he noticed the change in the depths of Murong Wanwan's eyes...
Cheng Fan then realized that his guess was correct.

In the past, he didn't want to ask or know, but before he died, he wanted an answer.

This is his only thought now.

Immediately.

Cheng Fan said to himself:

"Back then, when Ping An's first daughter-in-law came home to visit her parents, she died in the mouth of an animal. I didn't doubt it either!"

"But Ping An's second daughter-in-law died of heavy bleeding during childbirth. Although I didn't notice anything unusual at the time and saw my daughter-in-law being carried out, I later discovered that there was no smell of blood in the delivery room."

"Maybe ordinary people are not sensitive to the smell of blood, but I am naturally relatively sensitive to various smells."

"After that, Ping An's several wives were almost all like this!"

"Although there were no flaws, I started to have doubts from then on!"

"Similarly, I also understand that this is something that no mortal can do. Only immortals can make it seem real."

"After that, my children and grandchildren who went out to study and make their living did not show any abnormalities after they came back, but I also noticed that they were different from ordinary people."

“It wasn’t until then that I was completely sure!”

“Although I don’t know why you, an immortal, would marry a prisoner like me and have children!
But before I die, I want an answer."

To the end.

Cheng Fan, who was lying on the bed, looked at his wife with hope and said eagerly:

"Can you tell me the truth so I can leave in peace?"

"No matter what the truth is, I can accept it!"

The words fell.

Cheng Fan was lying on the bed, his cloudy eyes fixed on Murong Wanwan.

Hearing this, Murong Wanwan was also shocked.

I didn't expect that this old man, who had sealed his cultivation, six senses, and soul, still had such a keen sense of smell.

And you have endured it for so many years?
I really underestimated my husband.

He is indeed a man who has caution ingrained in his bones.

Even though she, a Nascent Soul cultivator, was always paying attention to her husband, she did not notice anything unusual.

awesome.

Murong Wanwan sighed in her heart.

but.

At this moment, she understood that her husband was in an extremely sensitive period. If he had any regrets, he would most likely not be able to grasp the slightest opportunity for a breakthrough.

Therefore, it is necessary to let my husband let go.

And I can't let my husband have any suspicion.

Now is the time to test her acting skills.

The thought flashes in a flash.

Murong Wanwan silently performed it in her mind many times, and only started to perform after she had made sure there were no flaws.

Immediately.

Murong Wanwan looked at her husband lying on the bed, with a hint of disappointment in her eyes.

Then he sighed softly and said:
"Why···"

"I never thought that after all these years, you would still not believe me."

"If there is anything you can't ask, you have to keep it in your heart."

"Would I harm you?"

Obviously.

Murong Wanwan used the classic tactic of putting the blame on someone else.

She has already mastered this skill to perfection.

Followed by.

Murong Wanwan didn't care about her husband's stunned look and continued:

"Originally, I wanted to tell you that when I was young, I once saved an immortal. After learning that he had no immortal roots, I had to let go of the idea in my heart.

Later, I met the immortal again in Qingshan Town."

"I also asked that immortal to see if you have immortal roots."

"It's a pity you don't have any more either!"

"I can only give up."

"I didn't tell you so that you wouldn't think too much and could live your life in peace!"

"Similarly, Ping An doesn't have any immortal roots."

"Later, my wife, I thought that I couldn't waste this great opportunity, so I asked the immortal if there was a way for me to have immortal roots."

"The immortal told the old woman...

The immortal root is born!

Yes is yes, no is no."

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