Quick-wearing Red Dust Fairy

Chapter 170 Death
The world changed on a certain day, and the concentration of spiritual energy in various caves and blessed places began to drop rapidly; it became more and more difficult for the uninitiated to draw energy into the body; the rules of the avenue became more elusive and obscure; the lifespan of monks also began to be greatly shortened ...

All these things caused waves in the practice world.

Until a few years later, the only remaining Mahayana Patriarch in the world came forward and declared that the Dharma-ending era has arrived!

As soon as this statement came out, it was like the final fuse, which caused a huge wave, and directly caused an uproar in the practice world!

Sects and casual cultivators began to frantically search for a new paradise. The spiritual flowers and spiritual grass that they had dismissed in the past were now being collected as treasures...

The entire practice world was plunged into a bloody storm, but the Mahayana ancestor who announced the news, passed away and ascended to the sky not long after, leaving this world.

After leaving, there is also the opportunity to achieve Mahayana!
Since then, the world can no longer bear any Mahayana stage monks, and the lifespan of Nascent Soul stage monks has been greatly shortened, and a large number of Nascent Soul True Monarchs have died.

For a while, the Nascent Soul cultivator couldn't shrink back and looked around for a way to prolong his life. The Golden Core cultivator was able to dominate the practice world!

The practice world is in chaos...

Gu Qi, who was hidden by the formation, was now in a piece of pure land, which was planted by her own hands.When she raised her eyes, all she could see was darkness, only the island below her body shone with mysterious light in the darkness, allowing her to see every delicate peach blossom clearly.

A monk at the peak of the Nascent Soul could have easily lived for 6000 years, but now, he has been abruptly shortened by ten times, leaving only 600 years of life...

Chang Jue is already very old, and the world has changed suddenly. He should have been among the first batch of monks to sit down, but he didn't... He is still alive and well, active all day long, and can devote a lot of energy to teaching. His new disciple.

Although he didn't take care of Gu Qi like he did with Gu Qi, but resources, explanations, tricks... There are a lot of them!
Chang Jue lay down on his favorite rocking chair, looking at the fiery sunset in the distance, he still has hundreds of years of life, which made him a little puzzled.

"Why... even dying... has become a difficult thing?"

Gu Qi pursed her lips and smiled. She could see anything she wanted to see. She retracted her gaze from Chang Jue and looked at the peach blossom tree next to her. The soil at the root of the tree was still a little wet. Turned over soon.

On the other side, Gu Qian stood dejectedly at the exit of the ruins filled with yellow sand, with two lines of tears on her face like a cheetah.

"what!!!!"

Raising his head and letting out a long cry, the cultivation base of Nascent Soul's mid-stage burst out without the slightest concealment.

She regretted it.

She really regrets it!

She would rather hide behind Gu Qi for the rest of her life than stray into the ruins in order to improve her strength. What she missed was not only life and death?

Looking at this scene, Gu Qi felt a burst of inspiration in his heart, and his mind moved. In the Yaozu city not far away, the silk scarf of a masked woman was suddenly blown away by a gust of wind, and it seemed to be flying in the distance.

The white silk scarf fluttered in the air, just like the most common piece of silk scarf as thin as smoke, wiped across Gu Qian's face, and the tears from the corners of her eyes were gently taken away...

"Ahh! My old lady's golden core stage magic weapon!! Why was the connection suddenly cut off?!"

Gu Qian reached out and grabbed the silk scarf, staring at it blankly.

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A hundred years later, Chang Jue is almost unable to hold on anymore, and the new apprentice was driven away by him 50 years ago, and now the cultivation base of Jindan in the early stage is considered a genius even before the end of the Dharma Era.

In the Peach Blossom Forest, where Chang Jue and Gu Qi used to depend on each other for life, Gu Qian and him formed Wangnian friendship at this time.

"Uncle, you're gone, I'm really the only one left in this Thousand Swords Gate."

Gu Qian raised her head and downed a glass of wine, resting her chin with her hands, squinting at the now aging Chang Jue.

Bai Xia's soul jade had been extinguished long ago, and Zhong Ling and the others set up a tomb near his cave, and from time to time several people would go to chat with him.

Zhong Ling and his wife, because of the injuries they suffered in the early years, had already hurt the origin, and finally failed to reach the Nascent Soul stage, and their life span was much shorter than that of ordinary Jindan monks. Beside Bai Xia.

"I know, these hundred years have been picked up. I'm already satisfied, and I'm even a little tired of talking about it."

"Master uncle is despising me?"

"Hahaha... It's just a pity. It's a pity that if you were born hundreds of years earlier, you wouldn't have to go through this Dharma Ending Age. With your talent and luck, it's not impossible to break through the Mahayana." Chang Jue laughed and said. Gu Qian filled up her wine glass.

Gu Qian suddenly fell silent, "If I was born hundreds of years earlier, where would I meet Xiaoqi?"

"Qianxi, you still can't see it."

"Uncle, are you willing?"

"...I also raised her as my own daughter, how can I be willing to part with it."

The white porcelain wine glass touched the gourd.

The peach blossom forest became quiet, and the flowers fell silently. The only two people who could make a sound in this forest only drank one cup at a time. At the end of the drink, both of them were a little dizzy.

Suddenly, Chang Jue, whose face was covered with red clouds, covered the gourd's mouth, took a sniff, and said, "Qian Xi, do you smell a smell? The smell of good wine?"

Shrugging his nose, a familiar but somewhat unusual aroma of wine lingered on the tip of his nose. It was a peach blossom wine that was different from Chang Jue Gourd.

The two of them stood up in excitement, and ran in the direction of the smell.

On the edge of the peach blossom forest, in front of two tombstones with only names engraved on them, there is a jar of wine. The mud seal has been removed, and the ground in front of the tombstones is a little wet.

The two chased after the fragrance of the wine, but they were stunned when they saw this scene. Chang Jue took a step and took out a little transparent and crystal clear wine from the altar.

"Just a hundred years old wine."

"Uncle, she's still here! She's still here!!"

Gu Qian woke up from her daze, suddenly laughed, grabbed the wine jar and raised her head to the sky to take a sip.

"Of course Qian Wu will be there..."

Chang Jue stood up, his eyes became more and more vicissitudes, and he turned his back and went back the same way.

When Gu Qian paid homage to Zhong Ling and his wife and returned to the wooden house with the wine jar in hand, only a soft corpse was left to greet her.

Gu Qi blinked, withdrew his consciousness, opened his eyes and looked at the peach blossoms that were still blooming around him, the next moment, the peach blossoms flew off the branches, twirled and fell into the endless darkness.

I created the illusion of living with you all the time, tried my best to prolong your life, and brewed a jar of old wine for you. Now that you are dead, Taohua will take my place and accompany you to send you a ride.

"Father."

Following the girl's low voice, the last ray of light here disappeared, and the island fell into dead silence. In such darkness, Gu Qi closed his eyes again.

The dark green eyes of the black cat statue in his hand suddenly glowed with two flashes of fluorescence. Gu Qi stretched out his hand and stroked it along its smooth back, until the tip of its tail coiled around its feet did not stop.

(End of this chapter)