A Million Possible

Chapter 601: A Generation

[For immortal cultivators, the concept of time is always slightly different from the ordinary. In a blink of an eye, a hundred years have passed]

The blurred scene in front of him became clear again, and Cheng Lin looked at the mountains changing in the four seasons.

Only this time, what surprised him a bit was that as time passed, he seemed to have undergone some changes.

He clearly felt that his body had become thinner and drier, and the skin of the hands hanging on both sides of his body had dried up a lot and became a little loose.

Raising his hand and touching his face, he also noticed the obvious roughness.

He had a vague guess. He walked to a water tank in the small courtyard and looked down. The clear water in the tank reflected a slightly old face, and Cheng Lin’s head was sideburns with white hair faintly visible.

“Is this… old?”

Cheng Linruo had a clear understanding, closed his eyes and looked inside, but he saw that under the old body, the Meridians were extremely strong. During the period, the Spiritual Qi was like a tide, roaring by, like a big river, unprecedented magnificence.

[In the past hundred years, you have never stepped out of the barren mountains. At first, you would go to the Sect dining hall. Later, you didn’t go anymore. Go, the rumors about you have gradually disappeared. People seem to have forgotten your existence. Later, as time goes by, people occasionally think of you, but they are no longer jealous and mocking, but think of some good things. As a reminiscence of the past]

【Although the barren mountain is also located in the main road Zongshan gate, it seems to be two worlds. Sometimes, you may not see a Sect disciple for a whole year. Sometimes you see from a distance and fly away in a hurry. Later, Even those who are shocked have become strange faces][For a hundred years, you have mastered all the Qi training techniques of Dao Sect, so you become bored. Every day except in a daze, you just continue to practice Qi, but this Realm seems to have no end, and you can’t see the shadow of the Foundation Building. , So you can only practice Qi][The life span of practitioners is always longer than that of ordinary people. Generally speaking, the higher the Realm, the higher the life span. However, as a cultivator, you will inevitably age.]

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The narration faded in his mind, and Cheng Lin looked around the small courtyard. It seemed that there was no change from a hundred years ago. The dilapidated houses were obviously low and ugly after many repairs.

In a small courtyard surrounded by a wooden fence, there is a water tank and an old tree next to it. At this moment, the leaves are falling yellow, floating in the clear water in the tank, swaying its tiny ripples.

Cheng Lin looked away, brushed off his white robe, and glanced over the neat and beautiful green vegetable field in the garden, over the wooden fence, and saw three figures slowly climbing up.

He remained silent, but waited quietly. After a full half an hour, the three talents finally came outside the courtyard.

In the middle is an old man with white beard and hair and a rickety body. It seems that the wind blows down. There is a man and a woman on his left and right. It seems that a pair of middle-aged couples are carefully supporting him.

The old man climbed up and waved his hand to make the middle-aged couple back. He staggered into the hospital with a wooden staff. Facing Cheng Lin, his rickety body became even more rickety.

“Young Master.”

Cheng Lin’s expression softened: “He Miao?”

From the face of this old man, we can vaguely see the young book boy with short hair and delicate hair.

“Do you remember me?” He Miao seemed extremely excited, his old body trembling, and tears in his muddy eyes.

Cheng Lin walked into the house, dragged a wooden chair, and let him sit down. After that, he looked at He Miao and said in a vague tone: “You are old.”

He Miao leaned on his cane, and smiled on his face as if it were shriveled peels: “Young Master is still young.”

Cheng Lin thought of the white hair on his sideburns, then looked at the book boy half-footed into the grave, and said nothing.

It took a long time to ask: “How is the house?”

He Miao sighed when he heard the words, as if lost in recollection, and began to pick up important stories in a slow tone. Overall, it was fine. Although the family business was not as good as that of the past, he was still a wealthy householder. He could not be hungry or cold. :

“It’s just that on the day the lady died, she was still talking about your name, Young Master.”

Cheng Lin gave a hum and didn’t say anything.

He Miao sighed again, and then smiled and talked about himself. The couple is indeed his son and daughter-in-law, but they are still filial, and the grandchildren have also entered the county school: “If it weren’t for Young Master, you gave me a lot. I eat Medicine Pill, my old servant will not live today.”

Cheng Lin thought that it was probably a detail that was skipped in the plot, and could afford Medicine Pill… It was probably when he was admitted to Sect in the first year.

“It’s just that now I know I won’t live any longer, so I want to see you again, and seeing you are okay, the old servant I am also satisfied.” He Miao said.

“…Very good.” Cheng Lin spit out these two words calmly.

Immediately, the small courtyard fell into silence, He Miao stood up trembling, and finally bowed, without saying anything, turned and slowly descended the mountain with the help of the middle-aged couple, the long mountain road, He Miao tears.

Standing at the gate of the courtyard, Cheng Lin only saw that the three of them had disappeared before looking at Ji Xuan, who appeared next to him at some unknown time.

A hundred years later, Ji Xuan is no longer the young Taoist priest at the beginning. He is dressed in a Tsing Yi Taoist robe, with black and shiny hair tied to the top of his head, fixed by a hosta.

He looked like he was about thirty years old, full of spirit, full of glory, elegant and no lack of demeanor, just standing there, the breeze blowing, like a real fairy, with a vague and vigorous breath, Realm is obviously deep.

“You put them in?” Cheng Lin asked calmly.

He knew that the majestic Zongshan Gate of the Great Dao Road, ordinary people could not enter at all.

Ji Xuan nodded and did not deny. Soon he looked at Cheng Lin, who was already old. The expression on Ji Xuan’s young face changed, but in the end he just asked: “Not Foundation Building yet?”

“Not yet Foundation Building.”

Hearing Cheng Lin’s answer, Ji Xuan sighed lightly. Although the cultivator lived a little longer, even the Mahayana Realm could hardly live past 500 years.

“I have been appointed as the next head, and maybe I will officially take over soon.” Ji Xuan looked towards the peaks and said flatly.

Cheng Lin raised his pale eyebrows slightly: “Congratulations.”

Ji Xuan raised his right hand and handed over a jasper wine jar: “My wedding wine.”

Cheng Lin thought that the word sounds strange, but he still took it with his dry-skinned right arm: “Thank you, but it’s a pity that I don’t have any decent gifts here to give you.”

Ji Xuan smiled, shook his head lightly, and then chatted a few more words. After talking about a few names, Zeng Ji Deacon was finally promoted to Elder, and XX and XX became peak masters and the like.

Cheng Lin thought about it carefully, only to remember that the two names refer to the purple-clothed girl and the Chinese-clothed youth.

“You are all fine.” He said.

Ji Xuan looked at Cheng Lin, sighed, but didn’t know what to say, just said: “Then brother, I’m leaving now.”

“No.”

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[Ji Xuan is gone, so the barren hills are calm again][He Miao died on the third day after he left. Ji Xuan took over as the head three months later. The Dao Sect is still prosperous. A hundred years have passed. A generation of newcomers have replaced the old, and the days have returned to the calm of the past. Time always passes quickly when you are in a daze, practice Qi, and practice. You have adapted to such a plain life, and silently waiting for the arrival of Death, but occasionally when the sun is good, looking at the strangers who shuttle among the peaks. Boys and girls, you will remember the past][However, Death has never come, but you are getting older and older, and your skin gradually loses moisture and becomes shriveled, like old tree bark, your hair is completely gray, no black is left, and your eyes are beginning to look a little Muddy, ears are no longer so good, no longer like to move so much, occasionally feel cold at night, and start to like to listen to the sound of burning flames][In this perception, you have lost the concept of time. In a blink of an eye, another four hundred years have passed. The disciplines that were in the same session as you have also withered and died, and there is not much left. Dao Sect is still the leader of the mainland practice world. , But almost no one remembers you. You can only find your name when you look through the Sect records at Dian Zang Peak. Most people have forgotten that you are still alive, but those who remember you have died first.]

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The peaks became clear again from the blur, but Cheng Lin could not see the scene clearly. He knew that this was because the owner’s eyes were about to break, so he could only turn on “wide-area vision” and observe the surroundings with the help of abilities. .

Time… seems to be night, season, like winter.

There was remnant snow in the small yard, the trees had fallen out of their leaves, a little bit of clear water in the tank had frozen, and the almost bald broom was leaning against the door.

Cheng Lin suddenly felt so cold and wanted to start a fire. He stepped on his no longer brisk footsteps, opened the door, and came to the low thatched house. From the dark corner, he picked up a few pieces of firewood and hay.

He held these, stuffed it into the stove pit with difficulty, then lit it, and reached out to pick up a pitch-black fire fork from the side of the stove, covered with soot and rust, that was when he entered the Sect exam. The “He Sword” summoned from under the abyss has been used as a fire fork over the years.

Picking up the He Jian, stabbing it into the stove and blowing air, the flames gradually grew stronger, Cheng Lin felt the warmth, and the serious expression on his face eased slightly.

Suddenly, if he noticed something, he put down the fire fork, opened the door, and saw two figures walking outside the courtyard.

Four hundred years later, Ji Xuan is also old. His hair is silvery white, and his face is still red, but he can’t hide his exhaustion. It is not easy to hold a Sect. Four hundred years of intrigue, how can he not be tired?

His body is blessed, he looks a little fat, still in a green robe, but with wide sleeves, he is no longer as handsome and translucent as he used to be, and he is helplessly stained with some greasy.

Beside him, followed by a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, dressed in Tsing Yi, with bright eyes and bright teeth, with a bulging head, and some cooked dishes in his hands.

“Plan Xuan?”

Cheng Lin looked out the door with pale eyes and said in an old tone.

Ji Xuan pointed to the door of the low thatched thatched house, the old, inconspicuous old man in gray robes, and said to the young man beside him: “Call Uncle.”

The young man was stunned, glanced at Cheng Lin weirdly, then lowered his head and said seriously: “I have seen the uncle.”

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ps: The prepared chapter name is still useless…