Concubine Cultivation Records

Chapter 70 Chapter 69

He is about to fall asleep again. For the spirit race, time is the cheapest existence. After sleeping for a long time, things change and people change. After sleeping for a long time, the sea changes, the mountains and rivers change, the river changes course, and several sects in the body have died.

They have the intelligence of a human race, but they don't have so much fighting spirit. Their biggest wish is to live, to see the scenery outside, and to spend endless years like that.

And the human race, from birth to adulthood, is aging, weakening, and dying step by step.

But such a short and fragile life shines brightly in the few years.

After living for a long time, Kurong Lao discovered that the human race is actually a seemingly complicated, yet very easy to understand existence.

For example, after he wakes up, the fat baby he chatters with him is out of his mind, kind and simple, a little clever, but not smart enough.

And the one who came to Qingrong Valley to steal his useless pills had a firm mind and a strong heart, so he wasn't unscrupulous enough, nor ruthless.

He has seen many such people. Generally speaking, the road is promising, but whether it will succeed or not depends on luck.

The one that woke him up from his sleep seemed to be a good thing after listening to some deeds.

But it really made him know at a glance that he was just an indifferent character.

Dealing with people is always peaceful, but even the matter of life and death, to such a person, it's all plain and unimportant, and it's so cold.

However, that human cub had a pair of light-colored eyes, which made him think of some past events 8000 years ago just by taking a look.

Then, bored.

When mentioning certain life-gathering poems, the spirit race in the world of cultivating immortals would think of a certain spirit race power, but compared with his friends, Kurong Lao seemed to have no sense of existence.

Because compared with Kurong Lao's friends, he seems too low-end without a poem to reflect him.

The one in Yaowang Valley has a loquat tree in the courtyard. It was planted by my wife when my wife died, and now it is as graceful as a canopy.

The one in Wan Jianshan was in this gate last year, with a peach blossom on his face.

The one in the Hehuan sect is the only peony whose true national beauty moves the capital when it blooms.

The one on Kugushan is waiting until autumn comes on September [-]th, when my flowers bloom, a hundred flowers will kill them.

So Kurong Lao searched all over the classics, and found a saying that the banyan tree is naturally self-care, and its branches and leaves are luxuriant and green.

It is also a good poem, but the way everyone looks at him is always a little strange.

Everyone's poems, between the lines, are always regretful and regretful for the one who died because of it, which can be seen with pride.

But its verse seems to be just a sentence praising the banyan tree.

Well, because it is indeed not Ku Ronglao's life-gathering poem, because he doesn't have that kind of thing, and the life-gatherer for him is just a sad and desperate mortal, and he is not a famous person.

The man was too old, so old that a pair of light-colored eyes that were originally clear and thorough, and 20 years of wind and frost had not made them dusty, became foggy overnight and lost their brilliance.

Even after 8000 years, Kurong Lao still couldn't understand the unwillingness and despair of that woman on that day.

Plants have no heart, but they can carry the strong will of the human race, and even the wandering soul can occasionally be integrated into the body, and finally a plant heart is achieved, and the acquired spirit race appears in the world,
In ancient times, there were innate spirit races that were gathered by non-human races, but perhaps they were condemned by the heavens. The spirit races originally had extremely long life spans, no less than the wisdom of human races.

But I don't know at what moment, in this world, there will no longer be innate spirit races, and the remaining ones will be these acquired spirit races that were born under the influence of the human race.

This is not something Ku Rong Lao should know, it was told to him by the Peach Blossom Immortal in Wanjian Mountain.

Although she is from the Houtian Spirit Race, Genjiao has a bit of inheritance from the Xiantian Pantao, so she always knows more than everyone else.

Eight thousand years ago, there was no Lingxiao sect in this land, and there was only a small town. Because there were many banyan trees growing in the town, it was called Banyan Town.

In that town, there was a householder, Wailang, who gave birth to a daughter who was young, beautiful and lovable.

So that Yuanwailang wanted to find a good family for his daughter, so he went around and found a poor scholar in the next town.

The scholar's family was clean and filial, Yuan Wai-lang thought that the scholar married his daughter, and he would be able to visit him not far away, so the two made a marriage contract like this.

It's a pity that the scholar's mother, who was a scholar later, was injured and had to sell gold and silver every day. The scholar refused to bow down for money, so he abandoned his wealth and started business.

But the daughter of Yuan's family was still married. For her at that time, it didn't matter who she married.

She is indifferent by nature and has no waves. If that person is so filial, it is not a bad thing to marry her.

So she became the scholar's wife, and raised the case to the same eyebrows. After twenty years of hardships, the scholar became a wealthy businessman, and the daughter of the member's family also gave birth to children for him, so happy.

This sounds like a good story.

The young lady from a wealthy family lamented that the scholar was so filial that he married him regardless of poverty. Since then, the husband and wife have worked hard for [-] years and made a fortune. Listen, it is a good thing.

The daughter of Yuanwailang's family lived in extreme poverty for more than 30 years from birth to marriage.

But in the end, after all, all the hard work paid off, she had both sons and daughters, and the children were quite filial.

It should have been a good story.

Unfortunately, if it was a good story, there would be no such Kurong guy after 8000 years.

Later, a middle-aged scholar who was out on a business trip met a beautiful young girl, full of joy and love, and did not want the beauty to hurt his spirits, and then brought him home.

If he insists on reconciling with his wife, he will leave the wealth of the family with his wife, but he wants to marry this woman together, and they will be a couple for the rest of their lives.

So that young lady who has been on par with the scholar for 20 years, has gone through hardships and hardships, and is still gentle and kind, fell into madness.

It's just that those accusations and abuse were useless, and the scholar left just like that, leaving behind a wealth of wealth, a pair of children, and a divorced wife.

However, after the scholar left, the young lady who inherited the wealth of Wanguan family found a green banyan tree and hanged herself under the tree.

The desperation and regret that filled his heart gathered into the present Kurong Lao.

Really, it's incomprehensible, 8000 years later, he still can't understand.

It's just a person, and it's not a blood relationship. She obviously has sons and daughters, and holds a lot of wealth in her hands, even if that person leaves.

In the second half of her life, she must be rich and honored, her children are filial, and she will have inexhaustible blessings.

But that woman committed suicide, just under his banyan tree, with a piece of white silk and a tear of sadness, she passed away like this.

She has enough courage and will to fight for an illusory future with the poor scholar, and wandered with him for 20 years.

But after that person left, he chose to spend the rest of his life.

She and him share adversity, wealth and honor.

He doesn't understand.

Consciousness gradually fell silent, and Kurong fell into a deep dream again.

It's just that the light-colored pupils overlapped suddenly, reminding him of a certain sentence said by the Peach Blossom Fairy who loves and loves all day long.

Those who are the most cold-hearted are the most affectionate and sexual.

(End of this chapter)