Reborn as a girl, I will live forever in the world of immortality

After finding Qing'er, He Ling and the others returned to Tianning Market.

When I returned to Tianning Market, I was shocked again. Many houses were blown down by the strong wind. The scene was in a mess.

However, in the world of immortal cultivation, this is not a big deal. All cultivators have Taoist magic, and rebuilding is much easier than for ordinary people. It will take only three to five days at most, and these houses will be restored to their original state.

After all, only a few houses can be blown down by strong winds. Most houses are protected by some basic formations. Although the strong wind is strong, it cannot do anything to these houses.

He Ling first went to her own shop to check. Fortunately, her shop was at the back. Although the shop was not guarded by any formation, there was a Tuba at the sixth level of Qi Refining guarding the shop, so the shop was peaceful.

Say hello to Tuba.

He Ling brought Wen Moren to the room reserved for him on the third floor and asked the waiter to make a pot of good tea. Only then did He Ling ask about Wen Moren's recent situation.

When faced with inquiries, Wen Moren's words were a little hesitant at first. After several indirect inquiries, He Ling finally understood Wen Moren's situation roughly.

It turned out that after Wen Moren resigned from He Ling last time, he had planned to go to the Tianduan Mountain Secret Realm to give it a try.

Unexpectedly, during the fight to decide the spot to go to Tianduan Mountain, he happened to meet a ruthless person. In the end, he was one step behind and lost the fight.

All these things made Wen Moren lose his spirit. Generally, the life span of a Qigong cultivator is about 180 years. Wen Moren was already 155 years old at this time, which meant that he had one foot in the ground.

If you learn some Taoist methods of recuperation and health preservation at this time, it will not be difficult to live to two hundred years old.

But Wen Moren was used to being idle, so instead of asking him to cultivate his mind and spirit and live unhappy for another fifty years, he would rather live happily for only thirty years.

He knew that there was no hope for him to establish his foundation, and he had saved some money while working for He Ling, so he did not look for another job. Instead, he wandered around all day, going to a restaurant to drink and eat today, and going to a scenic spot to enjoy the scenery and flowers tomorrow.

Originally, he planned to leave this place after some time, go back to where he was born, and spend his old age there.

Unexpectedly, during a stroll, he discovered that the young master he used to serve had a conflict with a foundation-building cultivator. He Lingjun already knew what happened afterwards.

After listening to Wen Moren's story and with Qing'er's support, He Ling was very grateful to Wen Moren.

He immediately invited Wen Moren to come back and continue to be his manager, and also gave him a sum of spirit stones and pills.

But Wen Moren smiled faintly and said a few polite words at first. Seeing He Ling's insistence, he said bluntly:

"Young Master, I'll tell you the truth. During this period of free time, I finally understood why I was cultivating immortality.

I was born in a humble family. My family was a farmer's family. I was the youngest of five brothers and sisters. Although our family was poor at that time, I had a kind father and a loving mother, and I was cared for by my brothers and sisters, so I lived a good life.

When I was six years old, an old Taoist came to my house. I said that I had a destiny to become an immortal and would become a great person in the future. My brothers, sisters and parents were all very happy. They sold all their property and raised some money for the old Taoist to send me to learn Taoism.

Then I stayed in the Taoist temple for six years. During those six years, my master did not teach me any Taoist skills and made me do odd jobs all day long. I felt dissatisfied, so one day I climbed up the beams to learn secretly. Only then did I realize that my master was actually a liar who only knew some superficial tricks.

I was furious and ran out of the temple to spread the news. Unexpectedly, disaster struck that night. I saw flames all over the Taoist temple at the foot of the mountain.

When I returned to the temple, I found that the temple had been smashed, looted and burned. Even my master had a bruised face and fell to the ground with blood on his legs.

I exposed my master just because I was angry for a moment, but I didn't expect it to turn out like this. Seeing that everyone was still unwilling to let my master go, I stepped forward to dissuade them, but these people said that I was also a little liar and knocked me to the ground with one punch. In the end, my master used his body to protect me. He lay on me and was beaten to death by everyone.

At that time, I was filled with grief and wanted to seek revenge, but those people were so numerous and powerful that I did not dare to seek revenge.

Later, when I was sorting out my master's belongings, I found a book on Qi training. I had some talent and found that I could actually practice that book.

I was also furious at that time and vowed to avenge my master, but I never thought that by the time I achieved success in my cultivation, thirty years had passed.

Thirty years."

As he spoke, a trace of emotion flashed in Wen Moren's eyes. He seemed to have a connection with this number. When he came to his senses, he only had thirty years left to live.

“I want to seek revenge, but mortals are not like immortal cultivators. Those who witnessed the incident have long since passed away, leaving behind only their descendants who are completely unaware of what happened.

In the end, I couldn't bring myself to do anything to them. I was so disheartened that I wanted to go back home. However, when I got back, I found that the original place had long become a wasteland, and the mud-walled house had been washed away by rain, leaving only half of it on the ground.

Before, I was determined to learn how to take revenge, but I never thought that time was running out.

When I came to my senses, I realized that there was no one left in this world who was good to me.

Only then did I realize that I had nowhere else to go, so I turned around and plunged headfirst into the world of cultivating immortals.

I didn't expect that more than a hundred years have passed and I am still so disappointing. It was not until today that I realized what I wanted.

Sometimes I can't help but wonder what would have happened if I hadn't followed my master back then? What would have happened if I hadn't exposed my master? What would have happened if I hadn't rushed to practice that technique after my master died?

after all......

It’s just a foolish dream after all.”

When Wen Moren said this, his tone was calm, as if he was not talking about himself, but about someone else's story.

After he finished speaking, he bowed to He Ling and said, "Thank you, young master, for listening to my old man's ramblings."

He Ling shook her head slightly, but at this moment she also knew that Wen Moren had made up his mind, so she couldn't persuade him anymore.

"Mr. Wen, what are your plans for the future?"

Wen Moren laughed, "Haha, I'm used to this idle life. I plan to go back to where I was born after staying for a while."

After saying this, he was in a trance.

"By the way, I have been bothering you for quite some time now. It is time for me to take my leave."

He Ling didn't keep him. When she reached the door, she took out a storage bag and handed it to Wen Moren.

Wen Moren blocked it with his hand and said, "Young Master, the spiritual stone and spiritual objects are no longer useful to me. You should take it back."

He Ling smiled slightly, "Of course I know that, but my storage bag is full of spiritual wine. I think when Mr. Wen comes across a beautiful scenery, it would be just right to take out this wine."

As he said that, he handed the storage bag forward.

Hearing this, Wen Moren did not refuse this time. His throat moved, but he finally couldn't resist the urge to drink.

"Young Master is quite thoughtful. I, Wen, will shamelessly accept this spiritual wine."

He hung the storage bag around his waist and turned back without hesitation.

He Ling watched his old figure gradually walking away, feeling something in her heart, but she didn't know what to think.