At The Beginning, The True Spirit Is Immortal, And The Talent Adds Some Physical Body.

The moment he saw Lilac, he already sensed something was wrong, and the strange thoughts that flashed through his heart made him even more uneasy.

"Master, Master, you must be fine!" Chen Cuo's eyes shone with a cold light, and his whole body seemed to turn into a ray of light. True Qi left the body and was smashed into a wall when it encountered the courtyard.

It could be seen that his flesh seemed to be torn open in an instant, but returned to a white appearance in the next instant. The blood dripped on the ground, extremely hot, and endless heat mist rose up.

In the past few breaths, Chen Cuo had passed through three or four courtyards and arrived outside Fan Wufeng's courtyard. He stepped out and walked in.

Chen Cuo looked around and saw that the old man was lying on the bed, his mouth crooked, his eyes slanted, and his expression dull. He no longer had the coolness and calmness of his youth, leaving only an old body and soul.

Raven was squatting on the ground, holding half of the old man's body, and rubbing his back. It seemed that the old man was in dire straits and had vomited several times.

Next to them were servants carrying basins of water, Uncle Chang and some other uncles. In recent years, some old people have gradually died. Uncle Chang is younger than Fan Wufeng, but he also looks old now.

Raven's face turned pale, his bearded cheeks were filled with tears, and his heart was filled with infinite sadness.

"Brother Wen!"

Chen Cuo called softly, and suddenly many eyes focused on him. Lei Wen was startled and looked at him in disbelief as he came in.

Chen Cuo was wearing a loose robe. There was no trace of age on his already young face at this moment. On the contrary, because he had not completely restrained his momentum, it added infinite charm.

Lei Wen immediately helped Fan Wufeng upright, stood up, and said sadly to Chen Cuo: "Junior brother, you are here! Master, I'm afraid he may not be able to survive."

"Well... I'm out of seclusion!" Chen Cuo said nothing more and sat next to the old man. His hands were withered and slender, and his pupils were dilated.

He exhaled heavily from his mouth, as if mumbling something.

Chen Cuo had a sad look on his face, took his wrist and felt for his pulse, feeling desperate.

Life is over and cannot be cured by medicine or stone.

In recent years, Chen Cuo has used all the life-extending methods that can be used on the old man. Even if he cured the old man's hidden injuries, he could not let Fan Wufeng break through again. His energy and blood were exhausted, and his lifespan was declining.

Chen Cuo worked hard to extend his life to this day. If not, the old man might have passed away a few years ago.

He is not an immortal and cannot live forever. Chen Cuo has no way to make the old man immortal. He can only make him have no regrets and let him watch the Iron Eagle Gang gradually grow and develop, and let him watch himself break through Innate.

Now, the old man has his wish.

Chen Cuo didn't do anything else. One sip of True Qi turned green and full of vitality.

Big beads of sweat dripped from Chen Cuo's forehead. One look at him showed that he was under some pressure, but it was completely fine.

"Junior brother, what are you doing?"

"I want to see Master for the last time, and I want to have a conversation with him."

"Yes! Okay." Raven's face was complicated. The old man had not yet completely died, but he was already unconscious and could not speak.

I'm afraid that what Chen Cuo is spending all his energy on at this time is just to make the old man come back to his former glory.

Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded.

"Wu'er, Wen'er, Wu'er, and my second brother, all the big guys are here!"

Lei Wu and the others had also arrived at the old man's side and were watching this scene blankly.

Fan Wufeng's voice was full of laughter, but it made everyone want to cry, and made Chen Cuo feel bitter.

The old man's vitality was fading rapidly, and he called softly: "Master, you..."

"It's okay. People will eventually have such a day. I have expected it for a long time. I can see you completing the dream that I have not been able to complete. I am already satisfied."

"And Wen'er and Wu'er, you are all better than Ming'er. It's your fault that I liked to listen to good things when I was young, but ignored you two good children."

"Don't blame my teacher for accepting the wrong child as a closed disciple. I treat all of you children the same way."

Fan Wufeng's face was full of love, and he looked at the two Lei Wen with a sense of pity and apology.

"Master!" Lei Wen and Lei Wu knelt down on the ground and burst into tears. Who knows if they have any resentment towards Chen Cuo? Maybe there is a little bit, but now, all that is left is full of pain.

"That's right, I know what you want to ask, but I..."

"No, Master, you must tell me, this is not only for you, but also for myself!"

Chen Cuo whispered to the old man, and Chen Cuo casually used True Qi to draw an isolation tape, and the two of them exchanged words quickly.

Finally, Chen Cuo said to the old man: "Don't worry, Master, I won't act impulsively, but I will definitely do this."

How could Fan Wufeng not have any resentment in his heart? His future and his hopes were all destroyed in the hands of that person. When he heard Chen Cuo's words, he only sighed and nodded slightly.

As soon as his head nodded, it fell gently, and a gray-white image appeared in the depths of his eyes. What was that?

It seems like a shepherd boy sitting leisurely on the back of a cow, blowing a homemade bamboo flute, and happily riding the cow to the cowshed at home.

It seemed like a short-haired man wearing gray and white coarse cloth, holding a long stick reaching his eyebrows, and yelling loudly for a small, skinny monkey-like child to pick up a large round millstone.

It seemed that he was a tall man in white robes. He only glanced at him, and a sword finger severely injured his Dantian. He finally fell into the river and had a hard time escaping.

He was still an old man, looking at the scattered chess game, laughing and scolding someone in a low voice for disrespecting the elderly and caring for the young.

"What is that? That is my memory, that is my life. It turns out that human life is so short!"

Fan Wufeng was a little anxious. He seemed to want to grab the thing in front of him, but he didn't raise his hand.

"It turns out that my hand has no strength!" He slowly closed his eyes and died.

Chen Cuo grasped the hand tightly and froze, saying nothing for a long time.

"Master, let's go!"

Chen Cuo murmured, looking intently at the people around him, tears already streaming down his face.

Everyone sat paralyzed on the ground, wailing.