Painting of the Nine Immortals Chapter 2623: 10 years

The setting sun is like blood, shed afterglow.

Cooking smoke is curling up, and the small village is quiet and peaceful, without contending with the world.

At the entrance of the village, a white old man sat on a boulder, rubbed a child's head, and smiled kindly: "What story do you want to hear today?"

"Grandpa, I want to hear the stories of those heroes." The child looked at the human statue not far away, unable to hide his hope.

There are six statues, carved from common stone, rough and inferior, invisible and godless.

If the human form is not faintly visible, these are six big rocks, not a statue.

"Okay, Grandpa will tell you the story of a hero today."

"Ten years ago, the seven holy ancestors came out to destroy the universe and all souls."

The old man was silent for a while, looked at the six rough statues, and said: "At the time of crisis, six heroes came forward to kill the ancestors and save the universe."

"Grandpa, what are their names?" The child was curious, his pure eyes gleaming with yearning.

"I only know two people, one is the Buddha body of the world, inaction."

"The other is Ling Xian, Emperor Ling."

A trace of respect flashed in the eyes of the old man, and he sighed: "You must remember this name, and you must not forget it until you die, and you must tell it to future generations and pass it on from generation to generation."

"I remembered."

The child nodded vigorously, his little face showing distress: "Grandpa, I want to know what he looks like."

"When you are older, you can go to the capital, where the statues are vivid and vivid."

"Our village has limited abilities, but even if it is rough, we have to build statues of six heroes."

The old man spoke sonorously, looking at the six unclear statues, and said: "They died for the universe. The only thing we can do is to remember them and never forget them."

...

Similar conversations appear in every star and every corner of the universe.

The same is true for the statues of Ling Xian and others.

There are statues of Lingxian and others in the ancestral family, dynasty capitals, and even small towns and villages.

They are heroes who have saved the universe, and they have a life-saving grace for all living beings. The statues are naturally all over the universe.

The purpose of building statues is to make the world remember them.

As the old man said, the only thing they can do is to let Lingxian and others live forever and be famous forever.

...

Eternal Immortal Star, Wang Family.

In the patriarch’s boudoir, there is a picture hanging on the wall. In the picture there is a man with sword eyebrows and stars, white clothes like snow, just like Lingxian.

A woman in a red dress looked at Ling Xian infatually, with sincere affection, and missing her bones.

It is Gong Suo Xin.

Lin Tsing Yi stood behind her, her skin like fat, stunningly beautiful, like a fairy who doesn't eat the fireworks in the world, she is so bright.

After Ling Xian fell, she returned to Yong Xian Xing, first went to see the seventh princess, and then accompanied Gong Suo Xin.

"Ten years, ten years, why didn't he come back?"

Gong Suo Xin turned around, looked at Lin Qingyi seriously, and said: "You tell me the truth, is he really not dead?"

"If he is dead, do you think I can laugh?" Lin Qingyi smiled faintly, and the mark of life and death appeared.

Once the life and death agreement is concluded, it cannot be solved. If Ling Xian falls, she will not escape death.

She is living well, which means that Ling Xian is not dead.

"Although I see you not pleasing to the eye, I never doubt your feelings for Lingxian." Gong Suo sighed lightly, saying that ten years is not long, and short is not short.

For others, ten years is just a retreat, even in the blink of an eye, but for Gong Suo Xin, who missed Lingxian day and night, it was longer than ten thousand years.

"The mark on the center of my eyebrows is called the Deed of Life and Death."

"If Ling Xian falls, I will also be destroyed, and I have been with you for ten years, which is enough to prove that he is not dead."

Lin Qingyi Li Guo smiled, and said: "My husband is a hero who stands up to the sky, and the four great ancestors can't be killed. How can he fall easily?"

"Ten years have passed. If he hasn't died, why didn't he show up?" Gong Suoxin frowned, and the years did not leave a trace on her body. She was still overwhelming all living beings, beautiful and moving.

It's just that it's cleared a lot.

Missing bones, naturally the belts are getting wider, and people are more than yellow flowers.

Lin Qingyi didn't reduce her love. It's not that her love for Lingxian was not as good as Gong Suoxin's, but she was sure that Lingxian was not dead.

"I don't know, but I believe he will come back."

Lin Qingyi shook the scorpion lightly, looked at Lingxian on the painting, and said: "The promise he made has not been fulfilled and he cannot die."

"I wish he was dead now." Gong Suo snorted coldly. Hearing Lin Qingyi's name is Ling Xian Fujun, she was frustrated when she talked about the wedding banquet between the two.

"Jealous?"

Lin Qingyi smiled and said: "You, when Ling Xian comes back, I will let you take you as a concubine."

"I'm not rare." Gong Suoxin's pretty face was cold, but Qiushui's eyes flashed with joy.

She has been obsessed with Lingxian for a hundred years. She dreams of marrying Lingxian, even if she shares it with Lin Qingyi.

Lin Qingyi doesn't mind, there will definitely be uncomfortable, but she can't bear Gong Suxin's suffering, let alone Ling Xian embarrassed.

"If you are not rare, just assume that I have not said it."

Lin Qingyi tucked the blue silk down to her forehead, and smiled faintly: "When Lingxian returns, I will live in seclusion with him. It will be difficult for you to see him."

"Is it interesting to know what I want, but still tease me?" Gong Suoxin glared at Lin Qingyi.

"Who makes your mouth hard?"

"I had a hard time persuading myself to share Lingxian with you. It's not enough if I don't appreciate it, and I'm still ridiculing."

Lin Qingyi smiled, there is no woman who would like other women to share her husband~IndoMTL.com~ If she didn't want Ling Xian to be embarrassed, she would not agree.

"I am not the only woman who shares Lingxian. God knows how much his romantic debts are." Gong Suo glanced at Lingxian's portrait with a pity.

"No matter how many there are, as long as he wants, just let him."

"Who let you and me only love him in this life?"

Lin Qingyi smiled and said: "Well, wait patiently, one day, he will return."

...

In the galaxy, the mushroom travels against the wind, looking for Lingxian's bones.

Ten years ago, she went into seclusion to retreat to the Supreme Realm. She did not know that the Seven Great Ancestors were born, nor did she know that Ling Xian had become a demon.

After leaving the customs, she learned of this, and she went crazy looking for Lingxian's bones, and she had searched through seven stars.

Although it is meaningless to do so, Mushroom wants to do it. For her, whether she can find Lingxian's bones is a comfort.

In other words, it is the meaning of living.

In addition to revenge, Mushroom's life is all about looking for Lingxian's bones.

...

The crescent moon is like a hook, and the night is as cool as water.

The mass graves are full of simple graves piled on loess, with wind and wind, weird and gloomy.

A black-clothed girl sits cross-legged, her brows gleaming, she breathes yin qi, and the five poisonous shadows are looming.

Very poisonous into the body, the girl's cold sweat is flowing, her delicate face is distorted, and it is particularly terrifying against the backdrop of the mass grave.

Her cultivation base gradually improved, two hours later, she broke through to the sixth level of Qi Refining.

The five poisonous shadows dissipated, and the girl opened her eyes and muttered to herself: "In only 30 days, I can reach the seventh level of Qi refining and participate in the competition."

After speaking, she stood up, a trace of hatred flashed in her eyes.

At this moment, the girl heard a word and couldn't help but stop.

"In three days, you will die."

...

There is no Chapter Three.

(End of this chapter)