Mysterious mirror hanging high

In the Hall of Eternal Life

The first time Jing Yu saw Nangong Fuhua's expression, he knew that something bad was going to happen.

There was no other reason. This Nascent Soul swordsman who came from a righteous background was so suave, handsome, and his face was too young. When he stood with Li Jiangmei, they were like two banished immortals from heaven who had come down to earth to experience trials and tribulations. Everyone felt that they were a perfect match.

The following plot is too typical. The cultivators of Luding Pavilion and Rendan Pavilion have never practiced magic techniques, and they are also the few victims of Xuehai Sect. As a giant of the righteous path, Nangong Fuhua naturally cannot kill people indiscriminately.

So he simply dismissed the furnaces and elixirs on the spot and let them escape on their own, but only kept Li Jiangmei, brought her back to Tiantong Sword Gate, and accepted her as a disciple.

The Yuanying Patriarch of the sect brought back a beautiful female cultivator. This was originally a great topic of conversation after dinner, but the disciples of Jianmen knew that Patriarch Nangong only cared about swords in his life and that love between men and women was never in his heart. They only regarded Li Jiangmei as a rare seed of swordsmanship, which was why Nangong Fuhua made an exception and included her in the sect.

[Year 344 of the Changsheng calendar]

When Li Jiangmei was building her foundation, her master Nangong Fuhua personally helped her transform her furnace and cauldron cultivation into pure Xuanmen sword energy, and she turned to practice the authentic and orthodox sword technique of Jianmen [Golden Spirit Sword Questioning Notes].

[Year 351 of the Changsheng calendar]

Nangong Fuhua's eldest disciple and adopted son, Nangong Ye, a Jindan sword practitioner, asked to marry his junior sister Li Jiangmei, but Nangong Fuhua refused and scolded him out of the hall.

[Year 354 of the Changsheng calendar]

Nangong Ye wanted to escape with Li Jiangmei, but was discovered by Nangong Fuhua. Nangong Fuhua was deeply disappointed and imprisoned his favorite disciple in the [Sword Prison] for a hundred years to reflect on his mistakes.

[Year 363 of the Changsheng calendar]

Nangong Fuhua announced to the world that he would become a Taoist couple with his disciple Li Jiangmei, and invited all the righteous people to participate in their dual cultivation ceremony. Everyone in the Tiantong Sword Sect, from the sect leader to the outer disciples, was in an uproar.

[Year 364 of the Changsheng calendar]

The Dual Cultivation Ceremony took place as scheduled. That day, the Sword Prison within the Sword Sect shook, and a long, unending howl echoed from within. A secular dynasty under the Tiantong Sword Sect's jurisdiction was enveloped in a sea of ​​blood, seemingly wreaking havoc among demonic cultivators.

[Year 382 of the Changsheng calendar]

Li Jiangmei is in the middle stage of foundation building.

[Year 400 of the Changsheng calendar]

On Li Jiangmei's 100th birthday, Nangong Fuhua personally came out to celebrate for her.

A hundred years have not left any trace on Li Jiangmei's body. She is still the young and bright girl in the Luding Pavilion of Xuehaimen. She listens quietly to her husband teaching sword knowledge. Occasionally, she arches her eyebrows of appropriate thickness, purses her lips, and dimples, and gives Nangong Fuhua a faint smile.

Although the two became Taoist companions, Nangong Fuhua did not give up his swordsmanship and often went into seclusion, spending less time with Li Jiangmei. Therefore, this was one of the few times the two of them were together, and they both cherished this moment of tenderness.

When night fell and Nangong Fuhua left, Li Jiangmei straightened her messy collar. With a thought, she re-established the connection between her destiny and the destiny mirror that originally reflected her, and raised her head slightly.

She knew this was the last day.

"Jiangnan Dao of Juechen Xianzhou, Li Jiangmei of Tiantong Sword Sect... respectfully welcome all fellow Daoists!"

The image in the mirror went out again.

Everyone in the Changsheng Hall was silent for a moment.

"Well, this is the use of [Overwhelming Beauty], but I can't envy it."

Xuan Qingzi coughed lightly and said, "Four hundred years have passed now. I believe you all have a basic understanding of the Immortal Continent. Han Ping... the four of you will reincarnate together!"

Xuan Qingzi pointed out the four people with ordinary destinies, but missed out Jing Yu. The four looked at each other. No matter how slow they were, they had some guesses in their minds, but they didn't dare to say it out loud. They just thanked Xuan Qingzi and entered the Heavenly Gate to reincarnate one after another.

"Haha, Fellow Daoist Jing, just watch." At this time, only Jing Yu and Xuan Qingzi were left in the hall. The old man who was originally majestic seemed to have put down his burden in an instant, and simply sat down on the floor in the hall, watching the numbers on the edge of the mirror constantly jumping.

[Year 401 of the Changsheng calendar]

[Year 405 of the Changsheng calendar]

……

[Year 500 of the Changsheng calendar]

Compared with the hundreds of years of life of the previous reincarnations, the experiences of these four later generations with ordinary destinies seem very unremarkable. Two of them have been rolling in the mortal world all their lives and have not found the chance to become immortals. Both died with regrets before they reached the age of seventy.

There was another person who was lucky enough to get the chance to become an immortal, but because he started too late and had hidden injuries accumulated during battles, he only reached the fifth level of Qi training when he was over ninety years old.

Only Han Ping was lucky. When he was young, he got an ascension order by chance, which allowed him to join the immortal sect. Relying on his mediocre wood spiritual roots, he stumbled all the way and finally established his foundation when he was over 90 years old. He lived to be a hundred years old without any danger.

"That's it!" Xuan Qingzi stood up, took a long breath, and a smile appeared on his face: "Fortunately, I have fulfilled my mission. This batch of immortal selections has been successfully completed."

Jing Yu had a bad feeling and said hesitantly, "Immortal, look at me..."

"Fellow Daoist Jing, you are really insulting me by addressing me like that..." Xuan Qingzi bowed and said, "From now on, I will not be able to participate..."

"You mean..."

While Jing Yu was stunned, the Changsheng Hall was suddenly illuminated by the skylight. The towering Heavenly Gate with carved railings and jade blocks began to shrink and disperse into countless jade square components. As Jing Yu looked on in surprise, they quickly condensed and assembled into a white jade puppet of the height of an ordinary person. The Zhiming Treasure Mirror that was originally embedded in the center of the Heavenly Gate also lost its support and fell freely, and was caught steadily by a jade hand of the white jade puppet.

"Palace Master!" Xuan Qingzi bowed to the white jade puppet and said, "Except Jing Yu, the other nine have all been reincarnated."

"You've worked hard." A dull voice rang out from the white jade puppet's body. "Go down and rest."

"Hmm... Palace Master, logically, the results of this immortal selection should also be reported as usual. I wonder..." Xuan Qingzi said thoughtfully.

The white jade puppet was silent for a long time, then slowly said:

"Change Lu Yingzhao's [I Am the Only One] to the spiritual-grade destiny [Harming Others to Benefit Myself], change Ye Xingyun's immortal-grade [Seeking Good Luck and Avoiding Evil] to a fine-grade destiny, and change Jing Yu's [Longevity and Long Vision] to the spiritual-grade destiny [Longevity]. Leave the rest of the people unchanged and report it like this... Although one hall with four spirits is a bit eye-catching, it's acceptable."

Xuan Qingzi looked hesitant: "Palace Master, the needle is in the bag... I'm afraid it can't be concealed for too long."

"It would be enough if we can keep it secret until they ascend. At least, we can prevent people from interfering in the lower realm."

The dull mechanical voice of the White Jade Puppet revealed a hint of indifference: "You have the destiny of [saying one thing and thinking another] to conceal it, and the Inspector in charge of recording it couldn't see any clues."

"Yes!" Xuan Qingzi bowed and nodded to Jing Yu. He flicked his sleeves and turned into a green light, flying out of the Changsheng Palace.

At this moment, the white jade puppet slowly turned towards Jing Yu, and the intricately patterned mask on its head emitted a shimmering jade light:

"Let me introduce myself. My Taoist name is [Nine Lives]. You can call me [Nine Lives Daoist Monarch]. I am also one of the two masters of the Hall of Eternal Life."

"By the way, my fate is..."

"Long life and long life."