Immortal, I have mediocre qualifications

Grass and trees live forever, spring and autumn.

Young people don't realize it, but old people feel it deeply.

In the third month after Alchemist Fei left, Alchemist Ding couldn't stand it any longer. He issued urgent warnings and asked the descendants of the clan to come and see him for the last time.

Chen Sheng was silent for a while.

Teacher, the cycle of life and death cannot be circumvented.

Zhou Lie had met Master Ding several times. He was indeed a very good old man. He was a little saddened by his passing, but the friendship between them was not deep, and they knew about life and death. It was normal, but not too much. sad.

Seeing the teacher like this, he thoughtfully stepped forward to comfort him.

That's the truth.

Chen Sheng nodded, but his mood was still low, so he stood up and said, I'm going out for a while.

This is the truth, but Zhou Lie is a young man who doesn't know the distance between life and death. Once it passes away, no trace can be found again.

I am afraid that only old people who have experienced it will understand the feelings.

Master's wife, where is the teacher?

Zhou Lie was determined to follow him and take care of him, but the teacher's mood at this time obviously didn't want anyone to follow him.

Probably going to Alchemist Xi Fu.

Lu Zhu has been able to figure out Chen Sheng's temperament. This man who seems to be light-hearted in everything, takes friendship very seriously.

The passing of Master Ding made his mood turbulent.

At this time, it is best to ignore it and wait for a while for him to calm down and then he will be fine.

Chenguang Palace.

The sky was dim, and the rubble in the palace did not shine, as if it was covered with a layer of gloom. An old man sat on the stone bench, his head slightly lowered, showing no signs of life.

Yeah, there's one less.

Xi Fu murmured lowly, sighing, and felt a little lonely.

The two old friends have gone back, and the whole Yaolu seems to have become deserted. The familiar Changyue Hall and Luxing Hall feel strange.

Then you have to take care of your health. Nowadays, I really don't have many elders in the outer sect.

Chen Sheng secretly exclaimed that it was appropriate. For Xi Fu, he always maintained a sense of gratitude in his heart. This old man was really kind, gentle and polite, and allowed him to easily embark on the alchemy path.

Two old friends went back one after another, and they were all alone, and really needed a junior to relieve them.

Comfort the old man that I'm here? Hey, I haven't seen any big storms.

Xi Fu looked up and saw that it was Chen Sheng. He slightly concealed the loneliness on his body. He was an elder, and he should show young people his enthusiasm for the world, rather than sadness for the spring and autumn.

That is.

Chen Sheng saw the old and strong simple sentiments, so he didn't argue and just responded repeatedly.

Xi Fu was enthusiastic for a while, but still couldn't hide his feelings, and finally said: After burying Lao Ding, I want to go home.

In this life, there is not much time left.

He wanted to use his last moments to go back to the source, say goodbye to the past, and go back in peace.

Home? Let me go with you.

Chen Sheng knew that Xi Fu, like Alchemist Fei, had no children or Taoist companions, and devoted himself to cultivating immortality and pursuing the Tao of Alchemy.

At this age, all the ordinary relatives and friends have long since withered away, and most of them will be sad to return home.

He is here, at least when the time comes when his gray hair becomes sad, he will still have someone to talk to.

good.

Xifu didn't refuse. His heart was indeed a little empty.

After a hundred years of life, old age and infirmity are already very rare.

Fortunately, a single thought of benevolence in the early years, with a younger generation taking care of it, will not give rise to the ultimate spiritual emptiness.

It is definitely necessary to pay homage to Master Ding.

In the sixty-two years since he entered the Immortal Sect, Chen Sheng has experienced three funerals. This is the fourth time. He is very tired, but it seems that this situation will continue.

A lot of descendants of Master Ding came, sixty or seventy of them, all strong and strong, carrying the coffins and walking smoothly.

Yellow paper, white flags, and mournful sounds.

These people really cried for the old man.

The head of the Ding family, the head of the family, walked with the coffin in his arms, feeling sad and heavy in his heart. As the old man passed away, he felt the hardship of being the leader of the family.

Even though he encountered difficulties in the past, he still felt somewhat calm in his heart, because with the old man here, the Ding family would not fall.

Now that the old man is gone, he has to fight everything by himself. If he is not careful, the family ship will sink.

If there is any difficulty in the future, send a letter to Yaolu and I will handle it.

When entering the mountain, Chen Sheng had a few words with the head of the Ding family. This man had the inheritance of Alchemist Ding. He was polite to others and measured in doing things. He was a man who could build a family.

He was happy for Master Ding, but life was so difficult that it was inevitable that he would encounter difficulties and someone would have to help him.

Now he is somewhat qualified for this.

The elder is an honest man.

The head of the Ding family nodded silently. The old man rarely told him about Yaolu, but when he mentioned this young man, he often spoke highly of him and said good things.

In a brief moment, with just a few words, he agreed with the old man's words. This Yaolu elder was an honest man.

Master Ding had told him that he was afraid that Master Fei would be alone on the top of the mountain. Before his death, he specifically asked his descendants to bury him next to Master Fei. In the coming year, if someone pays homage to him, he would give it to his old friend. Also burn incense sticks.

The head of the Ding family followed these instructions.

A group of people, carrying the coffin, climbed over the hill and came to a tomb.

Master Fei Dan's grave has a lush color. When the light rain falls, the grass and trees are green, the breeze is blowing, and the birds are chirping. It is really a good place.

This is a treasured land of Feng Shui. I will be buried here in the future, keeping company with these two people.

Xifu nodded slightly. Judging from the feng shui of the burial site, this place was full of vitality and a good place to go. Two old friends were buried one after another. He didn't want to find a place for himself. He would ask someone to settle here directly.

Senior, stop talking about this.

Chen Sheng sighed in a low voice. As an old man, Xi Fu had no taboos, but as a young man, he felt uncomfortable hearing this.

The time is just right, let's send Old Ding to his grave first.

Xi Fu didn't say anything anymore. With these words, when he left, Chen Sheng would bury him here.

He took a look at the sky and saw that there was no need to delay, so he ordered the Ding family to bury the coffin as soon as possible.

Get busy.

The head of the Ding family greeted him and took the lead in helping. He carried the old man's coffin and placed it in the dug hole.

Then, one person adds a portion of soil, shows filial piety, and erects the tomb and tombstone.

After this set of procedures was completed, the Ding family lit incense, knelt together, and said goodbye to the old man who had contributed a lot to the family.

The scent of incense lingers in the air.

Chen Sheng's thoughts suddenly drifted away, and many pictures appeared in his mind. He remembered what Alchemist Ding taught him, and it was probably a small treasury full, which made him excited.

The old man was obviously very distressed, but he always pretended not to care.

Even the Ding family could not read all the annotations on the useless elixir, but he had read them all. Such a mind and character would be enough to be passed down to future generations.

When he asked the head of the Ding family to come find him if he had something to do, it was by no means a polite word. It contained his own gratitude.

It still ends with a song crying to the emperor.

Everywhere on the hills there are sad sounds.

This day and this place seem to be a bit gloomy.

The Ding family is gone.

Xifu also wanted to look back on his past and say goodbye to the past. Chen Sheng followed the preface and left with him.

After entering the common world, after several human dynasties passed, a small village gathered in a remote countryside, which was Xi Fu's hometown.

Xijia Village.

There are more than 300 households in the village, all with walls made of yellow mud and roofs made of thatch. They look simple, but fortunately there are no famines or floods, and it is a peaceful place.

Xifu was walking ahead and saw a tall elm tree with a thick trunk. His eyes lit up, and he looked to the left dozens of feet away, feeling disappointed.

There, bare, there is no house in memory.

Time is ruthless, not only to people, but also to things.

The light in Xi Fu's eyes dimmed a bit, and he said, That's right. How can an uninhabited shabby house survive until now if it loses its popularity.

He is a strong young man, but he has been reduced to a bad old man by hundreds of years. The house built of yellow mud and thatch should have collapsed long ago. When the heavy rain washed away, it was really clean, and dust returned to dust to dust.

Is there no one at home?

Chen Sheng asked.

There was a disease disaster that year and many people died. I was the only one left in my family.

Xi Fu sighed for a lifetime. No matter how unsatisfactory the journey to immortality is, a cultivator can still live a prosperous life, while the mortals at the bottom are really destined to die.

When an illness comes, you have to bear it, and if you can't bear it, you will die. The most the government can do is post a list of papers and let the villagers save themselves.

this……

Chen Sheng didn't know what to say, no matter how many words he said, it would be useless.

You two, what are you doing here?

An old man from the village came to Xi Fu and Chen Sheng, leaning on a piece of wood.

He was the grandfather of the village. He was very senior and could no longer work. When he saw two strangers coming to the village, he came forward to inquire.

This, your surname is Xi?

Xi Fu didn't know what to call this person. Logically speaking, he should be called boy, but seeing that the two of them looked so old, it was better to just ignore him.

In Xijia Village, my surname is naturally Xi.

Taigong Xi had a puzzled look on his face. This is Xijia Village. He is not from this village. How can that be ridiculous?

In this way, Xi Fu announced his family name and said: We are from the same ancestor. My surname is also Xi. I lived here back then. Later I went fishing in the river and was washed away by the flood. When I returned, my family was gone.

His path to immortality was an extremely accidental event.

An orphan who is more than ten years old has little knowledge and will not have the desire to seek immortality. Instead, he is pushed by the flood to leave his hometown and then encounters the fate of immortality.

I have no impression here...

Taigong Xi took a look at the old site. There was no trace or impression, and he shook his head.

However, he had no doubt that Xi Fu's speech and behavior were all extraordinary, so there was no reason to find an ancestor for himself.

Knowing that they were members of the same clan, Taigong Xi was also very particular and invited Xi Fu and Chen Sheng to his home as guests to have a good time.

For the latter, the two refused, but agreed to visit Taigong Xi's house and have a bowl of tea.

Xi Taigong had a high status in the family, but his family was also poor. However, his children and grandchildren were very filial, allowing him to spend his old age peacefully.

Brother, what do you call me? I'll look for you in the family tree. Maybe I can find one or two relatives.

The three of them sat down, and he greeted his son to serve tea, and then took out the family tree to find a relative for brother Xi Fu.

According to his opinion, when an old man reaches this age, all his money is empty, so he still needs someone to care about.

Sifu.

Xi Fu thought for a moment and did not refuse.

Not found.

Taigong Xi nodded and started looking for it in the genealogy. Even after flipping through several books, he couldn't find it. However, he continued to search because he didn't believe in evil. Suddenly, he said, Do you think I am confused, Taigong?

What do you think?

He actually found the name Xi Fu in the genealogy that had lasted for more than a hundred years.

But is this true? It’s not right.

I am one hundred and twenty-three this year.

Xifu looked at the names on the family tree, and suddenly felt that the names on them were a little familiar.

He confessed, but Taigong Xi exclaimed in surprise and said: Ah..., you are a god.

He is now sixty-seven, which means he has lived an extremely long life.

If a person lives for more than a hundred years, wouldn't he be considered a god?

When I was young, I was destined to become an immortal, so I joined the Immortal Sect. I have practiced Taoism for more than a hundred years, but I cannot live forever. I thought that my life was short, so I wanted to come back to my hometown to take a look.

To this enthusiastic tribesman, Xifu told his identity calmly.

As a cultivator of immortality and immortality, he only lived for about a hundred years, which is really nothing.

So, you are my ancestor.

These were so exciting to Mr. Xi that he immediately knelt down.

Grandpa, why did you just...

The grandson of Taigong Xi was hesitant, neither kneeling nor standing. In fact, he did not believe Xi Fu's words. Like those in the Immortal family, all of them were so superior that when the emperor saw him, they had to go down to the Luan Hall to pay homage.

In Xijia Village, there was no official in Shangougou for three hundred years. How could there be such great blessings that a cultivator of immortality would appear.

Don't kneel down, we can just chat as clan members.

Xi Fu has a noble air, but no arrogance. He is a peaceful person. Taigong Xi is a member of the same clan. He will not let the other person kneel. With a wave of his hand and a drag of magic power, the old man stood up and stood firmly. Standing.

God.

Dragging things out of the void is a great skill for villagers with little knowledge.

Taigong Xi's grandson lost all the hesitation he had before and knelt down thoroughly, making a loud pop.

This is a god or an ancestor, there is really no shame in it.

Xi Fu felt helpless for a while. Although immortal cultivators and mortals were of the same race, their methods were different and their identities were separated, forming a deep chasm.

After knowing his identity, Taigong Xi's family no longer dared to treat him normally and were very cautious.

He found it boring and wanted to leave, but meeting each other was fate. Before leaving, he left a jade bottle.

These pills, when dissolved in water and taken, can strengthen the body, activate blood circulation and remove blood clots. They are a gift for you and me when we meet.

After saying that, he left with Chen Sheng without giving Mr. Xi's family time to react.