Qingge's body was covered with a warm tiger velvet cloak, his left hand was a gray-haired grandfather, and his back was a bit hunched, which was not as strong as the bright Ye Qingtian back.

The two old men seemed to be holding her as treasures and walked back to the main city of Nanming.

The feast continued, and the civil soldiers and military officials from both lands shouted her name.

This is a historic moment, a moment that turns decay into a legend.

From now on, Ye Qingge is no longer Ye Qingge, but legends from all the lower continents.

Jiuci followed obediently, holding a pot of sobering soup in his hand, ensuring that he could be on call, just like a flower protector.

There were four people, two old and two young, the bright moon in the night and the breeze was blowing. As autumn came, cold air came.

Walking on the trail, Qingge looked at the sky and asked in confusion: "Grandpa, grandma, why do you have to end the song and leave?"

She was never a sentimental person, and she could even bear a hundred years of loneliness alone, but after she hugged the sun, she never wanted to go back to the cold night and count the passage of time.

She would rather numb her nerves during the battle, and would rather shed blood to write a legend.

Dongling, Lao Xie, Xiao Yueyue, Nightmare, Zunhou Queen...

After Xiao Yueyue left, Yan accompanied her. Yan left and later.

Now, even the queen has left.

Qingge couldn't bear to go to see Ye Qingtian. Ye Qingtian's physical condition was very bad, and it's been only a few months.

She had not brought her father four stars to kowtow to her grandfather and admitted her mistake. She had not killed Kongxu, and her grandfather had not seen her little bun.

"Silly girl, the end of the song is not the end, but the beginning, just like the dust settles, not the end, but the brewing of the next storm." Ye Qingtian patted Qingge's shoulder with heartache, "Even if Grandpa only hopes that you are an ordinary woman in the boudoir, you can avoid suffering. But Grandpa knows that our little song is not something in the pool, and is destined to fly to the Ninth Heaven in the face of wind and rain. Since ancient times, the battle between tigers and wolves has had heroes, heroes and bears. The decline of one era means the rise of another era, and the road of legend has never stopped, and it has been continuing. Grandpa knows that you are not an ordinary woman, so Grandpa doesn't want you to be ordinary. Grandpa hopes you ride the wind and waves, that day, that land, and that sentient beings remember your name. One day, you can stand in the Ninth Heaven..."

At that time, grandpa couldn't be with you.

Grandpa sighed softly.

That night, Qingge chatted with the two old men a lot.

Ye Qingtian is occasionally unconscious, but his words are refreshing.

After returning to the room, Qingge kept flipping through the ancestral treasure book.

Is birth, old age, sickness and death really unstoppable?

Reading Qingge carefully one word at a time will never miss any effort from our ancestors.

At the moment when dawn broke through, Qingge's eyes lit up.

The line of words on the ancestor's treasure book made her unable to take her eyes off her.

With my longevity, I will save your soul and live a hundred years.

...

Passing the life span?

It should be noted that no matter what race, there is a saying of longevity.

However, according to ancient books, only by practicing and breaking through the state above the illusion spirit can one cultivate one's life.

At that time, as the cultivation increases, the life span can still be increased infinitely.

The highest life state is the realm of immortality.

The so-called longevity is eternal life and infinite life!

Of course, life span is just life span.

The life span of the practitioner refers to the life span of the practitioner's body without the external blocking elements; while the situation of the external blocking elements is divided into many types, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is endless.

For example, if a strong man in immortality is to expose his own strong strength, he can live forever in a normal life, but if he is hit by a meteorite halfway, his life will be over.

For example, if a practitioner has practiced for three hundred years, and is only one hundred years old now, and is killed by his enemies in the middle, that would be cool.

...

The path of cultivation is endless.

Innate body tempering, spiritual master calms his heart, great spiritual master forges tendons, seven stars fortify internal organs, and phantom spirit master starts his life.

No! It is opening the road to eternal life!

The Nine Phantom Spirit Sects are higher than the Nine Heavens. Beyond the sky is immortality. Our lifespan is with the heavens. One sect lives for one sect and one sect’s lifespan, and the nine sects’ illusion spirits are nine hundred years old!

Qingge is now an illusionist, and he is a hundred years old.

In other words, if nothing unexpected happens, you can live for a hundred years.

Moreover, there is a condition for surviving the life span of the ancestors as mentioned in the Treasure Book of Ancestrals, that is, the person who surviving the life span has reached the illusion realm of cultivation.

Qingge breathed a sigh of relief and continued to read.

Passing the life span is not as simple as giving away the life span. After giving away the life span, the body's functions will deteriorate. Not only that, the cultivation will also decline.

Once you pass the life span, you will regress according to the year of the life span you give to the other party.

Given Ye Qingtian's current situation, Qingge can only survive at least thirty years of life.

After the fulfilment, Qingge's cultivation will degenerate to the star realm and become a five-star spiritual master.

Qingge closed the Ancestor's Book, and his eyes revealed unprecedented firmness.

Not to mention the thirty years of life, what if you exchange this life for it?

"Ge'er, Ge'er... hurry up... hurry up..." The grandfather's scream came from outside.

Qingge quickly got out of bed and opened the double doors: "What's wrong?"

"Your grandpa... your grandpa can't do it..." Grandpa said anxiously incoherently.

Qingge staggered back several steps, holding on to the door lintel so that he would not fall.

"Take me over and see..." Qingge narrowed his eyes and bit his lower lip. For a moment, his limbs became cold, but his palms were covered in sweat.

The yard outside Ye Qingtian's room was filled with people, and everyone's face was covered with sadness.

With a click, the door of the house opened, and Prince Ling Tian walked out of the house and looked at Qingge bitterly: "Sister Sister, please feel sorry for your grief, prepare for your funeral."

Prince Ling Tian is a disciple of the cabinet in the Medicine Sect, which is enough to show that the prince is superb in medical skills.

Hearing the words of Prince Ling Tian, ​​everyone in the courtyard was as sad as the atmosphere was extremely sad.

Jiuci came one step behind, and when he heard the eldest prince's words, he blinked in a daze. The next moment, tears filled his eyes.

grandfather--

boom!

Qingge quickly walked forward, grabbed Prince Ling Tian's clothes and lifted him up. Qingge's eyes were as cold as black ice: "Jiu's mourning? What's mourning?"

"Senior sister, there's nothing I can do..." said the eldest prince.

Qingge sneered, threw the eldest prince away, pushed open the two doors and walked into the house.

When he closed the door, Qingge only said one sentence: "Those who do not allow my orders will be killed without mercy if they enter the house! Anyone!"

Seeing the two doors closed, everyone sighed, no longer holding hope.

"Birth, old age, sickness and death are the norm in the world. Qingge's child is too stubborn," said Xiao Cang.

Mo Yuntiandao: "Stubbornness may not be a bad thing."

"Hey..." Grandpa sighed deeply.
Chapter completed!