In the Baiyun City Night Market, there are many shops selling utensils used by ordinary people. Some shops also have some magic weapons, but they are not attack types.

"Fellow Daoist Qingxuan, look over there."

Mengyun suddenly stopped, looked at the two people not far away, and then called Qingxuan.

I saw two people standing in the middle of the street, and they were talking about something.

"Mother-in-law, where are you going?"

A girl at the fourth level of Qi training who looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old patted an old man on the shoulder and asked. The girl had a red face and was wearing a lotus-colored robe.

In her hand, which was as smooth as cream, she held a compass for detecting yin energy. Her waist was tied with a beaded thread, tassel and silk ribbon, and a sachet hung on it.

"Oh, little girl, I want to go home and make food for my grandson, but I can't remember the way home. My grandson is still waiting for me."

The old woman was probably in her seventies. Her whole body was transparent, and pedestrians would pass through her body from time to time.

"Old lady, I'll take you home. It's not safe because there are so many people here."

The girl stretched out her hand to help the old man walk towards a street, and soon she arrived at the entrance of a courtyard. In front of the gate, there were several white lanterns hanging, and two stone lions were placed at the door.

"This is right here. This is my home. Thank you, little girl. My grandson is serving as a soldier in the military camp. He finally came back. I must make his favorite dumplings for him."

The old man looked at the stone lion at the door of his house and kept thanking the girl. Then he pulled the girl into the yard, saying that he wanted his grandson to thank her.

"well!"

The girl couldn't bear it, but she didn't stop him. Instead, she helped the old man into the yard.

"Huh? Why are there so many white silk hangings here?"

After the old man walked into the yard, he saw that there were white silk hangings everywhere, the lights were brightly lit in the big house, and he could faintly hear his grandson crying.

"Nai... Nai, please... don't leave. I still want to eat the dumplings you made."

In the big house, a young man wearing mourning clothes knelt in front of the body of an old man, crying bitterly. The young man originally had a resolute face formed in blood and fire, but now he looked like a helpless child.

"This...is this me? I have..."

The old man looked at her crying grandson and the body lying in the coffin, and she seemed to have understood what had happened.

It turned out that the old woman had been suffering from amnesia. Soon after her grandson came back, she would quickly forget it. Finally, as her life span ran out, she ushered in death.

After her death, she only knew that her grandson was back. Instead of staying at home and waiting for reincarnation, she wanted to go out and buy ingredients for making dumplings for her grandson.

However, as soon as he left, a full seven days passed, and he was discovered by the girl who was searching for ghosts everywhere, and the previous scene happened.

"Old lady, you have already remembered. The first seven days have passed. You should go to reincarnation."

The girl's purpose this time was to clear up the old man's doubts. Otherwise, due to her instinctive resistance, she would become a lonely ghost until her soul was gone. In the end, only a little bit of her true spirit fell into the flower of the other side.

"Thank you, little girl, I want to take one last look at my grandson."

The old man stood behind the young man, looking at him silently, with a kind smile. As the first seven days came to an end, the old man turned into a ray of light and disappeared into the void.

"Grandma...Grandma, I miss you so much."

The young man could not see the old man's soul, but as she disappeared, the young man felt that a large emptiness suddenly appeared in his heart.

"Fellow Daoist Qingxuan, has that old man stepped onto the Naihe Bridge?"

Among the crowd on the street, Meng Yun stroked Chi Li in his arms, looked back at the old man's disappearance, and asked Qing Xuan next to him.

"Well, birth, old age, illness and death are all processes that mortals need to go through. At least their souls can still enter reincarnation. If we have this day, we will only have a little bit of our true soul left."

Qingxuan retracted his gaze, shook his head, and disappeared into the tide of people again with Mengyun.

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Outside Baiyun Inn.

"Hongyu, why do you have time to come out to see us? I've heard before that the period when you first enter school is very busy. Don't let your studies get delayed after you finally get in."

The waiter at Baiyun Inn and Bai Hongyu from Baiyun College were sitting on the table in the lobby of the inn, chatting.

"Jing Hui, it seems that you have made a lot of progress during this period. If it had been before, you would have banged the table and questioned me."

Bai Hongyu looked at Yan Jinghui, who was now dressed as a waiter, poured him a cup of tea, and said jokingly.

"This is all the suggestion of the trial teacher. In this inn full of immortal cultivators, I have seen too many immortals who have advanced cultivation but never bully us based on their cultivation. Moreover, I have never seen them live or die. It seems that

Always so easy-going and kind-hearted.”

Yan Jinghui thought of his experiences during this period, and couldn't help but yearn for the kind of life where favors and disgrace were unfazed, and he had no intention of staying or leaving. He had to say that immortals and mortals are both human beings, but their character is as different as heaven and earth.

"Jing Hui, I believe you will pass smoothly on the journey of refining your mind next year. Then you will have Xiaogui, so the three of us can be together again, cultivate immortality together, and slay demons together."

Bai Hongyu showed a longing smile. After Yan Jinghui heard Bai Hongyu's words, he also thought that he must pass the trial next year, and he should engrave the commandment not to get angry randomly in his heart and practice his instinct.

"Well, Hongyu, you have to practice hard. When Xiaogui and I enter the academy, you have to teach us what we don't understand."

Yan Jinghui smiled. He liked being with Bai Hongyu very much. He couldn't see any shortcomings in him, as if he was born and destined to become an immortal.

"Well, it's getting late now. I have to go back to the academy in the evening. I'm going to see Xiaogui now. I'll see you again when I have time."

Bai Hongyu looked at the time and saw that it was already 3:00 am. He had to go back before 10:00 am.

"Well, Hongyu, please be careful on the road. I won't keep you here. Xiaogui may not be in a good mood these days. I heard someone said he went out to hunt water monsters. I don't know if he's back."

Yan Jinghui sent Bai Hongyu out of the inn, gave him a few words, and then waved goodbye.

"Waiter, we're picking up the guests."

A girl's coquettishly smiling voice came from behind Yan Jinghui. From the tone of her voice, it was obvious that they were acquaintances.

"Sister Yuhuan, you are already a cultivator of immortality, why are you still like this?"

The girl named Yuhuan, the girl at the fourth level of Qi training that Qingxuan and the others saw before, came to the inn after helping the old man reincarnate.

"Well, little brother Jinghui, tell me what a real immortal cultivator is like?"

Yuhuan pinched Jinghui's face and said jokingly that she and Jinghui's family were close neighbors and they often played together when they were children. She was two years older than Jinghui, and girls develop faster, so Jinghui was considered a child.

Bullying to the extreme.

"Don't pinch my nose. If you do, I'll get upset. People will laugh if they see you."
Chapter completed!