"Ding......" The heart monitor had become a straight line, and a gray-haired old lady swallowed her last breath.
At the same time, my colorless soul also escaped from my body.
I was not helpless and confused, because when I saw him, I smiled and ran towards him like a girl, blurted out with a "brother". He smiled pamperedly and opened his arms to me, waiting for me to fall into his arms.
We hugged each other, without the sadness of death, but with the joy of reunion! At this time, a discordant voice sounded: "Xiwen, no cause or no result, a mortal is going to the world of cultivation! Please, please!"
A light door appeared in front of us and slowly opened. When he led me into the door, he and I turned around and looked at my body, looking at the children with tears in their faces! We made our final farewell to this world, and we looked at each other and walked into the door with a smile.
On the road of light, he told me: the souls of mortals are colorless; the black souls have no cause and effect, and they still have to stay here to realize cause and effect; the golden souls have merits and have to go to the divine realm. Because he is waiting for me, our path to cultivation in this life will be more bumpy...
The road finally has an end, a fork in the road appeared, and we were about to part. He hugged me and told me that I still can't escape in this life! He kissed me with reluctance! Let me wait for him to come to find me!
Then he walked without looking at the same road. I looked at his back and my eyes were already blurred. I just got together and were about to part again!
I walked into another road silently...
I walked absent-mindedly, wondering what would happen in this life? How can we find each other? But I didn’t know that the road of light had begun to become unstable at this time, and collapsed and broke...
As soon as he stepped out, a white light flashed before his eyes, and he lost consciousness.
Lingkong Continent—the exile place in the world of immortal cultivation—the world of secular
The spiritual energy of this continent is thin, and there are levels of cultivation of immortals.
Training Qi, building foundation, golden elixir, Nascent Soul, Transforming God, Combining, and Overcoming Tribulation... Each realm is divided into nine small layers, and each nine small layer is also divided into three stages, including the early, mid and late stages.
The foundation building needs to improve one level upward, to overcome the thunder tribulation. After the tribulation is completed, you can realize the ascension of the thunder tribulation and ascend to the fairy world...
Here humans are divided into cultivators and ordinary people. Cultivators can cultivate spiritual power. The higher the level of cultivation, the stronger their strength.
The strength is endless, and there is no time to cultivate immortality, and it has been a hundred years in a blink of an eye.
This sentence is not a joke. The life span of a monk will increase as his cultivation level increases. The life span of Qi refining is up to 150 years, the life span of foundation building is up to 300 years, the life span of golden elixir is up to 500 years, and the life span of Nascent Soul is up to 1,000 years...
The higher the cultivation level, the more difficult it is to practice. Sometimes, one enlightenment or one retreat may last for decades.
It is said that a monk's life span is long, but compared with the vast and infinite natural Taoist Dharma, and also with the vast and boundless world... it seems so weak and insignificant, not worth mentioning.
Those who cultivate immortals, who are like immortals, are flying in the clouds and fog in the sky, and are omnipotent in calling the wind and rain, and move mountains and seas in the blink of an eye.
When cultivating immortals, one is practicing immortals, one is against the heavens, and one is changing one’s destiny. If one is against the current, one will retreat if one does not advance.
People who cultivate immortals transcend the five elements and are not bound by ordinary worldly customs. Men and women are very cautious, and their reputations are even more nonsense. They fight for resources and break into secret realms... They live and die, but no one cares whether you are a man or a woman. Everyone is fighting for strength, courage, and scheming.
There are countless hardships and difficulties, so the strong prey on the weak and the strength is respected. This is the true and bloody survival rule in the world of immortal cultivation...
Mediocre and mediocre, like a mayfly, living and dying day by day.
Yu and Yu walked alone, working tirelessly, like a big tree, only in the spring and autumn of eight thousand years.
Is the fate determined?
Is my fate?
Beimo Country.
Sunset Palace.
Guishui County.
Gravel Village.
The bitter, cold, barren and wild land in the north is an exile place, where spiritual power is scarce and cannot be practiced at all. They are all ordinary people.
Located on the hillside at the end of the village, there is a thatched hut thatched hut that is both dilapidated and low, dark and humid. It was left by those who fled the famine when they were drought two years ago.
The earthen walls on the four walls of the thatched hut are already in ruins, and the gaps are filled with straw to protect the wind. When you look up, you can see the roof made of thatch and the beams that have become dark and full of insect eyes due to their age. They seem to collapse at any time.
The door had long been decayed and damaged, and only a patched linen curtain was hung on it. When the wind blew, it lifted the curtain and hit the door frame, making a "click, click" sound. The window was only one meter square, and the window paper had long been broken, full of holes, accompanied by the "huff, hit" sound of the wind.
There was a table in the house that was no longer visible wood and had one leg missing. A wooden stick under the table was temporarily used as a table leg. One end was deeply pierced into the soil, and the other end was firmly pressed against the table.
Maybe the length of the wooden stick was not adjusted properly, the tabletop had a slightly slope, and the baskets on the table, although crooked, were still standing on the top without any impact.
Going further, it is not difficult to see that it is a fire pit. At this time, a thin girl was lying on the washed faded bed sheet with patches. Her face turned pale, her eyes were closed, and her breathing was so weak that it was almost impossible to detect!
When Xiwen woke up again, she was so scared that she was scattered and saw herself falling rapidly. Seeing that she was getting closer and closer to the ground, Xiwen was so scared that she screamed, and her eyes were closed with a pale face.
It hurts! This is Xiwen's only feeling now. She wanted to open her eyes, but she bursts of dizziness came.
"Mom, everyone in the village said that my third sister is a bad plague god. Doctor Li said that if you can't wake up today, you have to prepare for your funeral. Is that true?" A boy with a big head and a small neck was dressed in coarse cloth clothes. Although he had several patches in his old age, he was clean and tidy, and said in a crying voice.
"Your third sister is not a plague god. Wenwen is lucky and has a great life, so there will be no trouble." A thin woman with a face that is unique and tired, and a weak face wiped her tears.
The little girl in the woman's arms started crying when she saw her mother and brother crying...
"Don't...cry!" A weak voice sounded. Xiwen felt that her brain hurt so much.
"Wenwen! Wenwen! Wenwen is awake!" The woman kept staring at her daughter tightly and said in surprise.
"Sister Three, Third Sister!" The little boy and the little girl shouted happily with tears on their faces.
"San Sister! Third Sister, you finally woke up. I thought... she thought..."
The little man stood by the kang with tears in his head, and spoke in a choked voice, not daring to blink for a moment, for fear that his sister would be gone in the blink of an eye.
Xiwen felt very weak and dizzy, thinking to herself what kind of tofu body is this? Her body was lying on the bed with a ragged body and finally felt not dizzy. She said weakly: "Water!"
The woman saw Xiwen's mouth moving, but she didn't hear what she said clearly. She immediately leaned over and leaned against her ear and said gently: "Wenwen! Wenwen! What did you say? Do you want to drink water?"
Xiwen nodded with all her strength. The little boy quickly ran to the table and carefully handed the warm water from the missing sea bowl to Xiwen's mouth with his hands that looked like two chicken claws.
"Sister Three, come and drink water." And fed it to her mouth bit by bit. Even Xiwen felt that she was as nervous and careful as she was like a porcelain doll, and she would break if she was not careful.
She had been receiving the original owner's memory just now, and her mind suddenly hurt, as if someone had forced something into it. She frowned and endured the pain.
So, she couldn't open her eyes, and there were many memories in her mind that did not originally belong to her... She also had to digest the fact that time traveled.
OK, since you come, you will be at ease!
She already knew that this era she had traveled inexplicably had no record of another world in history.
He became a farmer girl with congenital deficiencies and frailty. In order to cure her, the family sold houses and fields, but they only sold their children. So everyone in the village called her a plague god, a debt collector, a short-lived seed, and a medicine jar.
No matter what happens to the parents, living well is the most important thing!
The original owner had seven people in his family, including his father Xi Yunqing, his mother Wang Xinrong, his eldest sister Xirou twelve, his second brother Xichun eleven, his fourth brother Xihou 8 years old, his fifth sister Xiyao 5 years old, and her, the third brother Xiwen.
The original owner was only ten years old. Because the Wang family's first two babies were too close to each other, when they were pregnant with the original owner, the second child had not been weaned and their health had not recovered, so the original owner was born prematurely, which caused congenital deficits and weakness and illness.
"Cruff!" With a sound, the already leaky wooden door was pulled open from outside. At this time, a tall man opened the curtain and stepped on it. He was carrying two packets of medicinal materials wrapped in oil paper in his hand: "Wenwen! Wenwen, are you awake?"
Xiwen turned around and looked over. The man who walked in looked a little fierce, but he was full of love.
This is Xi Yunqing, the original owner’s father.
"Damn it, you and the child stay at home to cook medicine for Wenwen and take care of Wenwen. I'll go to the mountain to chop wood."
Xihou and Xiyao immediately said in unison: "Dad, I'll go picking up firewood, too."
When Xiwen saw several people rushing to work, she knew that they were all interdependent families, and she secretly felt fortunate to meet such a loving family.
Xihou straightened his chest: "Dad, I am a real man. Let my sister stay and take care of my third sister. I will go with you to pick up firewood!"
In ancient times, the poor children were born in the family. Although he was young, he still went up the mountain to pick up firewood every day to buy medicine for his third sister, and could cook and wash clothes.
Boys should shoulder more burdens than girls. Xi's father nodded with satisfaction after hearing this: "Okay, Yaoyao and your mother stay at home to take care of Wenwen, let's go to the mountain! Yaoyao, you are more careful, take good care of your third sister, look after her, what is your third sister feeling uncomfortable? Remember to tell your mother quickly if you know?"