In those years, the cultivators we cut together

Shangguan Pomegranate was woken up on the spot. In the darkness, red handprints appeared on her delicate face, and her big eyes flickered as she looked at the young man in front of her.

"What are you doing?"

"There's something dirty on your face, I'll help you pat it off."

The girl who hadn't fully woke up was stunned for a moment, then scratched her messy hair, propped up half of her body from under the quilt, looked around in confusion, and asked, "Stag, you woke up so early ?"

"Early to bed and early to rise is good for your health. On the contrary, sleeping late will wear down your willpower." Lin Xiaolu got out of the bed and asked with a smile while putting on his clothes:

"I want to go out for a run to exercise my body, do you want to come together?"

"Well~ I don't want it, the bed is warm and it's too cold outside." Shangguan Pomegranate continued to lie down, covered his head with the quilt, and moaned and whimpered from his whole body under the quilt.

Seeing this, Lin Xiaolu rolled her eyes and ignored her.

Women, or females, are very strange animals, especially in winter, they can lie in bed all day without eating, drinking or excreting, as if they have the function of hibernation.

In desperation, the young man dressed himself neatly, and then braved the cold weather to get out of the house and started running along the village road.

The mornings in Luocha Village are very quiet, especially in winter, because the dawn time in winter is later than usual, so at this moment, both adults and children are still immersed in sleep, and the village seems empty However, Lin Xiaolu didn't care, and ran around the village on the ice and snow, practicing new breathing skills while running, and thinking about the fortune-telling that Patriarch Caleb gave himself yesterday.

Three days, an approximate but not exactly certain time.

If Patriarch Caleb's calculation is accurate, then he will really be able to see Master soon.

Well, I hope everything goes well, and I hope Patriarch Caleb is not someone who is just a waste of fame.

He thought about the appearance of his master Li Mingru, then ran out of the village and turned around in the endless fields, but just after running for two steps, he suddenly froze, turned his head and at the same time his running speed suddenly slowed down, then stopped and stood up. He remained motionless in place.

At this moment, his mind was blank, and his mind was full of surprises and admiration for Caleb.

This hanging hair is so accurate!

Diagonally opposite Lin Xiaolu, at the corner where he just passed by, was standing a middle-aged man with his back to the field, carrying a simple gourd, looking at him with a smile.

The man was wearing a dark robe, with gray temples. Although the details seemed to be in his forties, his appearance was still handsome, and the smirk at the corner of his mouth revealed a trace of restrained arrogance.

The boy stared blankly at the man, but when the man saw that the boy was silent, he took the initiative to speak out, laughing in a very magnetic voice:

"The tyrant of Donggua Village, what are you doing in a daze, come over and have a drink with the teacher."

I don't know how many years later, when he heard Master's familiar voice again, the young man couldn't help his nose sore, and brought his flat blue and white porcelain pot to Li Mingru.

Then, hugged him tightly.

"Hey, hey, why are you so nasty now, kid?" Li Mingru who suddenly appeared couldn't laugh or cry:

"Is it because the teacher's appearance is extraordinary every time, are you too excited? It shouldn't be, this time the teacher's appearance is already very ordinary, um, could it be that the teacher has become handsome again recently?"

"Pfft."

The amused Lin Xiaolu withdrew her hug, then looked at Li Mingru excitedly and said:

"Master, how do you know I'm here?"

"It's very simple. You can find it as soon as you let go of your consciousness. It's very fast."

Lin Xiaolu: ...

Sure enough, when a martial artist has cultivated to his level, although his combat power is very strong, he is indeed much less capable than an immortal cultivator in terms of various special functions, and he does not have all the conveniences of an immortal cultivator.

He looked around, and then asked curiously, "Where is the head sister?"

"She has returned to Emei, and she came alone as a teacher."

At the entrance of the village, Li Mingru said with a smile: "I went back to Emei a few days ago with you as the master. I knew you had appeared, and I heard Xiao Yuer tell about your experience, so I spread my consciousness and found you."

After finishing speaking, he said triumphantly, "Isn't it simple?"

"Um... simple."

Lin Xiaolu responded awkwardly, and then pulled Li Mingru excitedly:

"Master, follow me into the village and sit down. I have something to ask you."

"Hey, don't be in a hurry. The senior sister only gave me an hour. After an hour, I will either take you back for the teacher, or I will go back for the teacher."

Li Mingru looked at the apprentice in front of him who he had raised with one hand, and said with a smile:

"Little Lu, we haven't seen each other for a long time. As a teacher, I really have a lot to say to you."

"Yeah, so does my apprentice." Lin Xiaolu nodded his head like a cat, and then asked: "Master, have you heard what happened to me in Wangchuan?"

In front of him, Li Mingru first nodded with a smile, and then grabbed Lin Xiaolu's shoulder fiercely.

"As a teacher, there are a few things that I need to discuss with you in detail. This is not the place to talk. Let's go, let's talk in another place."

As soon as the words fell, the young man who hadn't woken up from the surprise went directly to the sky, and in the blink of an eye, he was thousands of miles away!

……

……

The clear river is sprinkled with pink petals blown by the breeze.

On the other side of the river, there are two tombs. On the other side of the river, there is a chessboard that has already been played, and another tomb.

Li Mingru came to the river and sat down, took off his shoes, put his feet into the water and dangled gently, the whole process was very quiet, very quiet, Lin Xiaolu behind him looked blank.

"Master, where is this?"

With his back turned to him, Li Mingru smiled:

"This is the place where Qingluan and I are going to retire. Take a look, is the scenery good?"

Lin Xiaolu looked around, then nodded:

"It's pretty good. It's quiet, cozy and picturesque. But Master, why are there three graves here?"

Li Mingru smiled freely and said:

"The grave behind you belongs to Mr. Zhong Ni."

!

Mr. Zhong Ni!

Lin Xiaolu froze for a moment, then turned his head with a look of horror, and looked behind him at the ordinary, like a rural graveyard used by ordinary people.

"Mr. Zhong Ni actually..."

The young man's words got stuck in his throat, and his face was filled with disbelief, while Li Mingru, who was soaking his feet in the river, simply smiled:

"Xiaolu...do you know that in fact, there are no real gods in this world.

Even in this vast universe, there will be a day of extinction.

The so-called longevity, the so-called immortality, after all... just a dream. "

Having said that, Li Mingru turned his head and said to the boy:

"Mr. Zhong Ni also taught you. Go pour him a pot of wine and kowtow. When you come back after kowtow, I will teach you the last lesson as a teacher."