Mortal's journey to immortality

Wang Lu walked down through the air and reached the peak of Qingyi Mountain.

A stone house built of bluestone is nestled among shady ancient trees.

The wooden door of the stone house was ajar. In front of the door, Xiong Canzhi, a white-haired man, sat cross-legged and silently. The mountain wind blew his blue clothes, and the dappled sunlight shone on his body through the dense leaves.

Wang Lu was surprised. In the past, his face had a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, and his face was even thinner. His chin became longer and longer, and he was so skinny that he seemed to fall over in the wind.

Somehow, it gave him a strange feeling that he was not a person in the mortal world, but a person from heaven.

It seems that a person in the sky should look as frail and graceful as a fairy.

Ah.

Wang Lu burst out laughing.

There was a hint of sadness in the laughter.

Let Xiong Canzhi sit still and practice quietly, without moving his eyes, looking away at random.

The sun sets and the moon rises, night goes and day comes.

The day goes by quickly.

"Ugh."

Xiong Canzhi shook his stiff neck, opened his calm eyes, saw Wang Lu smiling at him, and slowly stood up.

It was as if he was really old, his body was swaying and he was about to fall down.

Wang Lu used his magic power to support his stiff, unconscious and aging body, and allowed him to sit down slowly.

"Brother Bear!"

Wang Lu cried out sadly.

The moment I saw him yesterday, I tried to keep a peaceful heart because Xiong Canzhi was about to pass away.

All the beautiful descriptions of him were imposed by Wang Lu.

Xiong Canzhi smiled calmly and said: "Although my body is dead, my spirit is immortal. Brother Wang, you don't have to feel heavy about my death. In fact, from the moment you returned, my Tsing Yi Divine Fortune has officially reached the state of my ancestors." It's ridiculous that I was young and frivolous, arrogant, and despised the mantle left by Patriarch Tsing Yi. With my natural keen spiritual sense and good luck, I first deduced the secret realm of Jiuyue, and then met you. Do you still remember, entering Jiuyue? When we were in the Mystic Realm of Yue, we were divided into dozens of groups? Due to the loneliness of my Qingyi lineage, in addition to me recruiting casual cultivators, there were also several Tianji practitioners who claimed to be like me. Huang Yanxu Kui, who came out alive from the Mystic Realm of Jiuyue, and He Chan was found by the other three people. For some reason, when you enter the secret realm, just like the blessed soul, many difficult points in the Suan Jing suddenly become clear to you, and then you calculate the time when the secret realm will be closed. In this way, you finally get it. The three of them competed and were able to be reused by the sect. Heh, speaking of it, you are my lucky star."

Wang Lu listened to him with a smile on his face.

Xiong Canzhi said this long paragraph, took a few breaths, and continued: "In that competition, firstly, I knew that I was not your opponent, and secondly, I didn't want to compete for the top ten at all. I just wanted to calm down and concentrate. Study the Suan Jing and work hard to improve your cultivation. Doing something you know you can't do is only a fool who does it."

"After you went to perform the mysterious mission in Manghai and returned to the sect and condensed the golden elixir, I knew you would come to me about Xu Kui's matter, so I spent a lot of energy to help you figure out Xu Kui's possible location. After that, you unexpectedly appeared in front of the two clans. I killed Fang Tian and never heard from you again, but I always thought that you would not die that easily."

"Xu Kui returned to the sect and asked me about your search for him. After getting my answer, he often helped me. It was impossible for me to achieve Nascent Soul, thanks to him getting it from nowhere. Various life-extending elixirs and fruits have added five hundred years to my life."

Hearing this, Wang Lu sighed: "Actually, you did it as a last resort."

Xiong Canzhi smiled freely and said: "Yes, it is like this for everyone. Once you enjoy the glory, wealth and longevity that are not yours, you will be addicted and unable to extricate yourself. I don't want to let go. I know that on the one hand, he wants to thank me. The guidance he gave you, on the other hand, was done intentionally. He knew that I was peeping into the heavens and was seriously shortening my life. I was like an impatient, jealous and thirsty fish. I always told myself that this was the last time, but I couldn’t bear it. Survive the great temptation of heaven and bite the bait automatically. Who would care less about life? I am a human being, not a god."

Wang Lu understood that given Xu Kui's personality and mentality, he first expressed his gratitude to Xiong Canzhi.

Because of the blood feud he carried, he could only fight alone. In addition, due to the incompleteness of the seventh-level pagoda, his perception of other fragments was unclear, and he could not even give him a rough location.

Alone, he had no choice but to take risks and constantly test Xiong Canzhi's bottom line.

When everything became clear, he finally made a desperate move and revealed everything about the Xu family in the sandy area 260,000 years ago.

Xiong Canzhi heard his secret. Although he resisted in his heart, he was already stuck in the quagmire and had no way out.

If you want to survive, you can only help him calculate and help him grow quickly in order to get more life-saving elixirs.

The two of them didn't say who deceived whom, or who took advantage of whom. They both got what they wanted and were willing to do so.

According to Xu Kui's character, Xiong Canzhi had helped him so much that he could have given him the Chest-Crossing Spirit Wine. However, with the powerful spiritual power of the Chest-Crossing Spirit Wine, even one sip would kill him immediately.

Alas, I believe Xu Kui has compensated him in other ways.

Wang Lu said sadly: "Brother Xiong, if you have any unfulfilled wishes, tell them one by one, and I will take care of them for you."

"Ha, there is nothing to miss about a dying person. My Qingyi ancestor of the Xiong family was a disciple of the Tianyuan Sect more than four thousand years ago. He was extremely talented, but he did not practice the core skills of the Tianyuan Sect. I found another way and had another adventure. I added my own insights to an ancient Sutra and passed it down. Decades ago, I knew that the end was coming. While I still had the energy left, I could not Incarnate as a spirit to understand the mortal world and refine one's heart, or to go to the mortal world, meet a woman, give birth to a daughter, and name her Xiong Xinyuan. After Zhuo Jing learned that I was seriously ill and was about to die, he committed suicide while I was not paying attention. He died. As a powerful person in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, I realized at that moment the deepest pain in the world. My little girl and I depended on each other. Although Yuan'er was young, she was very sensible and took her back to Qingyi Mountain. .”

When Wang Lu heard this, he couldn't help but take a deep breath and suppress the chaos and mixed feelings in his heart.

Xiong Canzhi continued: "I knew you would come, and I made a final calculation a few days ago. You can rest assured of the result, just go and break the God of Transformation. You can only see it when you enter the God of Transformation."

As soon as he finished speaking, a jade slip floated in front of him.

Wang Lu put it directly into the storage bag without even thinking about it.

"Let's go. I don't want Yuan'er to see the miserable appearance of his father who forced himself to find out the secret before his death. Take good care of her. If she is willing to inherit the mantle of my Xiong family, let her do it. If not, Brother Wang, cough Well, you have to find a good master for her."

As Xiong Canzhi spoke, his closed eyes were gushing with blood, and his body was covered in gray and decay.

Even if Daluo Jinxian comes, he will be unable to save his life.

Facing the fierce mountain wind, Wang Lu took one last look at Xiong Canzhi. With a little more power, a clear and sweet six-year-old sleeping girl flew towards him on the stone bed in the stone house.

Gently picking her up, Wang Lu flew into the air and disappeared.