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Chapter 488 Acacia

In the south of the Yangtze River, Qinchuan Anjia has a long-standing reputation.

Under the layout of the previous Patriarch An Linglong, the current An family is not only the home of the richest man in the Dayu Dynasty, the strength of the An family is no weaker than any second-rate sect.

After An Linglong had arranged the An family's business, she began to concentrate on cultivation, and gave up the position of Patriarch to her younger brother An Yulong.

Although An Linglong's talent is not good, but under his command, Jie Junyou Auction House collects the world's natural materials and earth treasures that can improve the realm, and with the help of pills, An Linglong's realm has now reached the peak of the mountain peak.

In the human world, the mountaintop state is enough to sit on one side, and except for the seven great immortal gates, few people will provoke it.

But Hua Rongrong knew that An Linglong's ambition was more than that.

She wants to ascend!

However, she wanted to ascend, not to prove longevity like others, but to find someone in the sky, someone he could never forget, whom he had mentioned countless times.

After Laba is the New Year.

New Year's Eve.

There were more than ten tables in the An's house, men, women and children from all over the house sat together to celebrate the New Year. In the main hall, the young, frivolous and defiant An Yulong had grown into a steady man. Patriarch, he has fulfilled his duties and responsibilities.

The meals are served on a plate.

But no one moved their chopsticks.

An Yulong put the little girl in his arms on the ground, rubbed her little head, and commanded with a doting face: "Xiao Jing, can you go to the backyard and call the eldest aunt over for the New Year's Eve dinner?"

The little girl's five or six-year-old appearance was particularly lovable. She hummed, nodded solemnly, and then ran to the backyard with small steps, under the watchful eyes of everyone.

She came all the way to the gate of a courtyard, and walked in without reporting. No one else in the entire An family was treated like this except her.

In the room, An Linglong sat cross-legged on the bed, vomited and breathed, and remained motionless.

Although she is not young anymore, but she has reached the peak of the mountain, so she looks like a 30-year-old, with an exquisite dice on her fair neck, and a blue skirt all over her body, her appearance is still beautiful .

"Big pig (aunt), daddy is calling me for New Year's Eve dinner."

The little girl raised her small hand and slammed on the door twice, and the baby's voice also reached An Linglong's ears.

An Linglong slowly opened her eyes, revealing a sweet smile.

She got up and put on a pair of cloth shoes embroidered with plum blossoms, walked forward and opened the door, and saw the little girl standing at the door, looking up at her with a small head, she knelt down and hugged the little girl in her arms.

"Xiaoya, what did you call me just now?"

"Big pig."

"It's my aunt!"

"Pig pig."

An Linglong smiled, and carried him all the way to the front hall of the main house.

Seeing this, An Yulong quickly gave up his seat, An Linglong sat down generously, glanced at the crowd, and ordered: "Eat them all."

Only then did everyone start to move their chopsticks.

The table was full of delicacies from mountains and seas, but An Linglong only ate a few mouthfuls of red bean soup.

"Sister, I plan to open the semicolon of Jie Junyou to the capital next year, what do you think?"

"The family affairs are up to you now."

An Yulong was silent for a while, then suddenly said: "Sister, today is the New Year's day, can you be happier?"

"I'm... already very happy."

An Yulong knew that An Linglong was speaking insincerely, seeing the forced smile on his sister's face, An Yulong hesitated to speak, but still didn't say anything.

Sister, I'm still thinking about that person.

After the New Year's Eve dinner, An Linglong stayed in the main hall for half an hour, and then returned to her backyard late at night.

Even though it was the richest man's family, An Linglong's room was still very simple, with a bed, a table and chairs, a wardrobe, and a dressing table, and nothing else.

An Linglong closed the door, went to the dressing table and sat down, looking at herself in the bronze mirror, An Linglong put her hand on her face, her eyes were extremely sad.

I'm afraid no one would have imagined that An Linglong, who was ranked third in the Dayu Dynasty's rouge evaluation list, would also have appearance anxiety.

What outsiders don't even know is that An Linglong has been stuck in the mountain top realm for five full years. During these five years, no matter how she cultivated or what pills she took, she still couldn't break through.

This also means that her realm may stay at the top of the mountain forever.

A person's lifespan increases according to the realm of practice. If the speed of practice is faster than the speed of aging, the appearance will naturally not change, but if the practice stagnates, the monk will naturally age.

Just like Mei Qinghe, before the first battle of the Devil's Cult, he was clearly a young man, but after passing his natal aura to Ning Lang, he became much older in just a dozen years.

An Linglong felt even more uncomfortable when she thought that she might grow old slowly.

The wish to ascend is getting more and more elusive.

I'm afraid that even if he can ascend, it will be at least a few hundred years later. By that time, he may already be an old man with wrinkles on his face, and he...

An Linglong lowered her head, and a tear just fell on the Linglong dice worn around her neck.

child time.

All kinds of fireworks were lit outside the window.

The brilliant flames shot straight into the sky, and even in the huge An Mansion, people in Qinchuan City could still hear the cheers of the people competing to celebrate the New Year. An Linglong wiped away her tears, and casually wrote down a very firm message on the rice paper. The word 'Acacia'.

After that, she sat on the bed again and continued to practice.

The word lovesickness is easy to write, but lovesickness is difficult to write.

High in the sky, Ning Lang looked down at the rice paper on the dressing table, and when he saw the words "Lovesickness" on it, his heart was sad.

She has not forgotten herself.

Ning Lang originally thought that An Linglong should have forgotten herself in the past so many years, but the word lovesickness on the paper was enough to express her thoughts.

Ning Lang stretched out his sword finger, using his sword finger as a pen, and using aura as ink, he wrote a line of words in the air.

"Red beans grow in the southern country, spring comes and branches wither in winter, lovesickness is worse than no lovesickness."

Ning Lang was about to push this line of writing to An Linglong's window, but seeing the expression on her face, he finally sighed and erased the line of writing with his own hands.

Miss Ann, I'm sorry.

……

In An Yulong's room, a gentle-looking woman leaned on An Yulong's shoulder with a little girl who was about to fall asleep in her arms, and looked at the lights of Wanjia outside the window with a smile on her face.

An Yulong saw that the fireworks were getting less and less, so he said: "It's getting late, let's go to bed, and follow me to my sister's New Year's greetings tomorrow morning."

"it is good."

After finishing speaking, An Yulong was about to close the window.

The little girl who was about to fall asleep suddenly pointed to the air and said, "Daddy, there is someone in the sky."

An Yulong's heart sank, and he looked quickly, but the sky was pitch black, and there was not even a single person.

"Xiaoya, who is there? Are you reading it wrong?"

"I'm not mistaken. There was someone there just now, but he's gone now."

An Yulong and his wife looked at each other, and he asked with a smile, "What does that person look like?"

"He is wearing a white robe, and like Huazhuzhu (aunt), he also has a sword in his waist."

"White robe."

"Long sword."

An Yulong frowned.

After a while, he said in astonishment, "Could it be him!"

But he quickly shook his head and muttered to himself: "How is this possible, he is long gone."

"Master, who are you talking about?"

"No one, a person who is not in the same world as us."

"Forehead…"

The woman is thoughtful.

……

(End of this chapter)