The sword is the devil

Chapter 1211
At the end of the year, the city is still quiet.

This has always been like this here, even when the situation in the mainland is changing; the world of practice is far away from them, and only those monks who live in seclusion here or are still trying their best to make a comeback.

But for the monks who have been separated from the cultivation world like this and have not accepted the inheritance from the upper world, they are doomed to have no fate in the future, and they can only be a passer-by, watching others perform on the stage to their heart's content.

In the depths of Horseshoe Town, in an ordinary flower shop, a woman in plain clothes is watering the flowers and plants. The years have climbed up her forehead, and she is no longer young. Only the temperament settled in every move can be vaguely seen. Once beautiful.

Bai Qingqian is 260 years old this year. Compared to her realm, she should have come to the end of her life long ago. However, she has taken good care of herself. She rarely argues with others in her practice. She has never been hurt in the dark. Help persisted until now.

However, if you don't reach the realm, longevity is a dream after all.

In the past few years, aging has come suddenly, the smooth and silky skin has become wrinkled, wrinkles have appeared on the corners of the eyes and forehead, and the black hair has become mottled, and the once flexible body has become stiff and stagnant. It can only be explained that she has reached the last step in her life.

For practitioners, the saddest thing is that there are no close relatives to accompany her on the last part of the journey; her elders, second and third masters have all been sent away by her, and brothers and sisters of the same age have also walked in front of her. In the past few years, she accompanied almost all the relatives in the family, and when it was her turn, she realized that there was no one around to talk to.

She has never intervened in the Bai family's property and those descendants for nearly a hundred years. Few people in the clan still remember her as a grandma who has made great contributions to the family. If she hadn't been there at that time, she would not have gained a firm foothold in Mirage City , to find one of the thickest hairy legs in Splendid Continent for Mrs. Bai, it is really hard to say whether Mrs. Bai still exists.

She is used to all of this, living alone, practicing quietly alone, planting flowers and plants; after these years, she has sent away all the familiar people, and now it is finally her turn to send herself off.

The realm has never been improved, which is limited to the greatest possibility of her own potential. She has tried her best, but she can't change the classification that her aptitude belongs to the lowest level in the cultivation world.

Satisfied, at least this life has been smooth and smooth, and I have not experienced too many rough disasters.

In Ping An'an's life, she also met a person, a very ruthless person; but she could understand that in this world of comprehension, one cannot survive without being ruthless in such a beautiful world.

After watering the flowers, wash your hands and prepare for breakfast. The body function of the monk has degraded very much in recent years. It is better to supplement energy through normal food than relying on elixir. .

Just turned the corner of the room, the courtyard door knocked, and was rudely pushed away without waiting for the owner to answer, a familiar face, a cynical smile, and the usual playful tone,

"Old lady, I'm thirsty while walking, please ask for a glass of water."

Bai Qing smiled lightly, pointing at him and cursing: "Where did the hozen come from, trespassing on the house, you can't beat him?"

Hou Niao approached, held her face, and said softly, "Sorry, I can't grow old with you..."

Bai Qing smiled with shallow tears, "Because you want to harm the universe, then go, anyway, I'm out of sight and out of mind."

The two walked into the kitchen hand in hand and made some light food together. Bai Qingqian wanted to get him some meat, but he refused.

"That's good, I recently discovered the beauty of vegetarian food."

Bai Qingqian understood him very well, "You are no longer a vegetarian, but ordinary meat can no longer satisfy you. What you need is a fresh life."

The two sat and ate, the atmosphere was serene and peaceful.

"All ready?" The white lady has long since ceased to care about her own practice, but she is always concerned about her Taoist companion.

Hou Tiao shrugged, "There is no one who is fully prepared for this kind of thing. It's just blind cats hitting dead mice. The whole continent is doing it, and I am the same."

The white lady smiled coquettishly, "They are not fake, but you are different, dead mice will always find you automatically."

Hou Tiao wryly smiled, "Thank you for your compliment, but this time it's really not necessarily, there are too many variables; in fact, it doesn't matter who opens the sky in the end, I don't care, what I really care about is what Jinxiu will face after the opening of the sky? "

The white lady gave him a blank look, "What can I do? It's nothing more than chopping with a sword. Either someone else dies or she dies."

Hou Tiao laughed loudly, "It should be so, my lady, you finally have a sense of self-consciousness as a family member of sword cultivators; that's right, my sword has been sharpened, and it depends on who comes to test the edge of my sword!"

The white lady sighed, "I don't like being the family member of a sword cultivator. Isn't there a way to worry about it all day long? There are still two years left. In fact, you don't have to worry about me. I can take care of myself. In the city at the end of the year, you only need to If you are willing to spend money, you can arrange things clearly and clearly."

Hou Tiao looked at her steadily, "I won't leave, I'll accompany you for the last part of the journey; besides, I know the underworld very well, and I have friendship with Granny Meng, so I don't need to worry about being bullied when I go down there."

The white lady looked at him in surprise, "Going to the underworld to fight again?"

Hou Tiao rubbed her nose, "I really don't have that. I always convince people with virtue and reasoning. That place is everyone's final destination. I don't want to be troubled after death."

Even though the white lady has always been calm about life and death, if there is a person in front of her who knows the reality of the underworld, she still can't help asking:
"I heard it's not as scary as imagined?"

Hou Tiao thought for a while, "Miss, you should know that there is no so-called pure land in this world, whether it is in the world of the sun or the world of the underworld, there is indeed no cruel punishment of the [-]th hell, but there is no such thing as peace with the world. It's like a paradise, so normal human relations are still useful, you don't have to worry about that."

The white lady patted her chest, "I'm afraid that it's okay if I don't report your name, but if I report your name, I'll become a street rat, and everyone will shout and beat me!"

Hou Tiao held her hand, "No, although I can't tell you the reason, my enemies will basically never appear in the underworld, this is my promise."

He's not talking big, but it's true, because most of the people who commit suicide in the future will not necessarily go to the underworld to reincarnate, but will be included in the list of gods.

Also including himself.

He didn't know what position he would be in the list of gods if he was killed?Is it Tianzu A, B, B, Ding?Or can you mix up a job a little bit?
The future is full of variables.

(End of this chapter)