Reincarnation simulation: I can change my life against the sky

Chapter 59 Floating life is just a dream, wake up from the dream and spend time in the mirror! (end!)

A cup of tea, two or three mantras.

As the saying goes, the friendship between gentlemen is as dull as clear water.

But Ji Qiu and Zhao Zhenzhen are like this.

When the purple-clothed Taoist knew that the end of the autumn season was approaching, although he sighed, he quickly took the initiative to expose the matter, and turned to recall the past with him and talk about cultivation.

Ji Qiu is naturally good at this.

So the two sat opposite each other and talked happily.

Time flies.

In the end, the purple-clothed Taoist stood up, still somewhat unsatisfied, with a complex expression on his face.

"Brother Ji, since you are returning to vulgarity, I won't call you a monk anymore."

"In the current situation, it seems that the promise we made back then may not be fulfilled together. Now that I think about it, I feel very regretful."

"But this road, Xiaodao, I will take your share and go down together."

The wind and snow outside are hunting.

The Taoist in purple drank the tea in his cup, opened the door, and said goodbye to Ji Qiu.

Then, it disappeared into the snowstorm.

Thinking about this life, the two of them will never meet again.

Watching the figure of the purple-clothed Taoist disappear from a distance, Ji Qiu leaned against the door and watched him off for a long time.

Until the figure disappeared at the end of the wind and snow.

"Are people gone?"

Ji Qiu watched quietly, until the woman in red leaned over and asked softly, then looked away.

"Yes, let's go."

In the words, there is a little sense of loss, and a little envy.

"Is he also a Qi refiner?"

Su Qixiu's eyes brightened slightly, she seemed very interested.

"Yes, he is a Qi refiner, a more pure immortal seeker than me."

Ji Qiu nodded affirmatively.

"Then, when shall we set off, go beyond Dagan, and seek immortality to visit Taoism?"

Pulling one side of the boy's sleeve, Su Qixiu showed yearning.

Regarding this, Ji Qiu smiled without saying a word, just patted her hand, and said in a relieved tone:
"Come on, come on."

"Aren't you proficient in practicing the Qi refining techniques I taught you now?"

"When you also enter the mid-stage Qi Condensation, then you and I can set off to see the grand scene of the Immortal Dao behind the Hundred Thousand Mountains."

"So Axiu."

Touching the girl who was half a head shorter than himself, Ji Qiu's eyes were deep, looking into the distance, and said in a solemn tone:
"Cultivate well."

Sensing the warm breath coming from the top of her head, Su Qixiu twisted the mottled white hair scattered on the shoulders of the man in front of her, and pursed her lips.

"Ah."

"I will practice hard."

"When I reach the mid-stage of Qi refining, let's go together to find the fairy road and prove the Dao!"

"Refining Qi, Dao Ji, Returning Pills with Jade Liquid."

"This is a long road to immortality, we will definitely go to the end and become real immortals!"

"Certainly possible."

"Are you right, little monk?"

For some reason, maybe the cold air entered the eyes, and the eye sockets of the girl in red were slightly red.

"nature."

"The road to immortality may be long, but how can we stop Axiu?"

"If it's you, it will."

Slowly raising his head, Ji Qiu smiled gently, his eyes bright.

【Su Qixiu】

[1 year old: When he was born, his whole body was cold, and he looked short-lived, so he was not liked by the emperor. Fortunately, his mother and concubine cared for him, so he grew up safely. 】

[7 years old: Mother and concubine died of illness, living in the deep palace, seeing intrigues and intrigues all day long, mature in mind. 】

[14 years old: The pet white fox who grew up with him died of illness. In a depressed mood, at the foot of the Hanging Mountain outside Gandu, I ran into a different monk. 】

[19 years old: Because of offending Emperor Qian, he was confined in the deep palace. At the time of desperation, the monk Yuexia had promised went down the mountain and returned to the vulgar. The mountains are high and the roads are far away, the sky is high and the sea is wide. 】

[20 years old: The hidden dangers of the meridians and Taiyin cold air have been eliminated, and the appearance of the Tao body is beginning to appear. A sense of qi will be released in a day, and qi will be refined in a month. 】

[21 years old: The Taoist companion who accompanied him for a lifetime passed away, his hair turned white overnight, and the morning was like blue silk and snow in the evening, and then he was buried with his own hands, and he traveled thousands of miles to seek the immortal way. 】

[25 years old: Four years of wasting time, trekking through thousands of mountains and rivers, going through hardships and obstacles, and finally becoming the way of heaven and building the foundation! 】

[Follow-up:? ? ? (Exceeding the current detectable limit of the host's strength, it is impossible to continue the deduction)]

[Simulation evaluation: Everyone has a fixed fate, but someone can change it! 】

Fate, changed.

Looking at Su Qixiu in front of him, Ji Qiu smiled happily.

25 years old, the foundation of heaven.

How magnificent!

Stepping out from the land of unrecognizable spirits, experiencing all kinds of opportunities and thousands of ups and downs, and finally becoming the foundation of the heavenly way, what awaits her in the future will be the fairy world where you sing and I will appear on the stage!

From this moment on, Su Qixiu's fate will be to go up to the bright moon that day, instead of the so-called early death, the fragrance of the jade and the appearance of death!

After all, Ji Qiu did it.

It's just a pity that I can only accompany her here.

This life cannot last long.

I wish you well.
It is sunny.

Another month passed.

In the most severe season of wind and snow.

The originally plump and handsome young man in white has all his hair grayed out.

The originally bright eyes gradually became dark.

At this time, Ji Qiu knew that the time had come for him to run out of fuel.

And in the past few days, Jue Wu and Jing Ming, the teachers who treated him very well, had already said their goodbyes before Ji Qiu could move.

"It's time to say goodbye."

Ji Qiu's mind became drowsy.

He had a faint realization.

In the past two or three days, the spiritual qi that he practiced every day was like a drop in the bucket, and could not restrain the damage to the meridians and dantian at all.

Therefore, once the injury is brought on, he can no longer even maintain the most basic spiritual clarity of the cultivators.

But when it came to the last moment of his life, Ji Qiu was no longer so afraid.

There is great terror between life and death, and it can also make people have great awareness.

At this time, he was half lying on the bed, and his consciousness was no longer clear.

However, faintly, you can still vaguely hear the gentle whispers beside you, as well as the faint fragrance.

"What happened to your practice this time, why hasn't it healed after so long?"

"The one who promised to take me to seek immortality and Taoism when I arrived at Qi Condensation? I have already Condensed Qi now, so you can't delay too much time, or I will get angry."

Su Qixiu shook Ji Qiu's arm, and spoke a little angrily.

And Ji Qiu always half-closed his eyes, sometimes responding, sometimes completely silent.

"I'm sorry, Axiu."

In a daze, he seemed to catch a ray of light.

After Ji Qiu caught the light, he forced his cloudy eyes away, grinned an ugly smile, and grabbed the woman's hands with his backhand.

"It may be time for me."

"Remember, you must become a true immortal."

"This is what your little monk has worked so hard for and wants you to do."

"Also, don't feel guilty."

"Because this is what I promised you."

After all, Ji Qiu wanted to stroke the woman's temple hair again.

It's just that the arm has been half-supported, and it has been quietly put down, and the hair can no longer be straightened out.

This is the end.

The bright but short life of the young man in white came to an end when the sky was freezing and the snow was covering the mountains.

And the girl in red by the bedside.

She looked at the boy with his eyes closed and his arms hanging down, feeling a little dazed.

"I know, I've always known, obviously a year ago I knew something was wrong with your body"

"I've always known."

Caressing the arm that was still somewhat warm, and leaning against her cheek quietly, the woman's eyes were red unknowingly, her expression was extremely sad, and she burst into tears.

Tick, tick.

Tears fell.

"But why can't I bear it?"

The woman is dressed in red, and she is full of youthful beauty, looking at the city of people, and then the country.

But she is the only boy who is willing to show all of them.

has passed away.

The saddest thing in the world is nothing more than life and death.

"Practice. Cultivate immortals, achieve the Dao, and become a great practitioner!"

"You want me to go, of course I will go!"

"Moving mountains and seas, picking up stars and taking moons, and traveling to the North Sea at dusk, how fascinating it is"

Su Qixiu held the hand of the young man in front of her and held it so tightly that even the finger bones began to turn white.

"Perhaps when I become a great cultivator, enough to change the world and capture the great supernatural power of your soul, I will be able to track you back again?"

"Soon, I won't make you wait too long."

"You can, wait for me to come."

The woman raised her sleeves and wiped the tears from her cheeks. Although her tone was choked with sobs, the firmness contained in it was unprecedented.

Then, she leaned down and gently kissed the man's forehead.

Time is fixed here.

When she got up, the girl's originally delicate and gentle expression became as cold as the snow outside.

She opened the window and let the biting cold frost fill in.

As if this could calm her down a little.

Three days later.

Bury the boy's body in the Hanging Mountain where he was born and raised.

A cold woman in white with snow-white hair, carrying a magic sword named Qinghong, stepped out of the big trunk.

The years since then, regardless of years.

One year later, the Dagan Kingdom had long been extinct, and the new dynasty ushered in a new era by stepping on numerous corpses.

But Xuankong Temple has become more and more prosperous because there have been eminent Dharma protectors in the past dynasties.

This year, a fairy came across the rainbow light.

It was a woman in white clothes like snow, with white hair tied in a wooden hairpin, as cold as a fairy of Guanghan.

She stood in front of a tomb on the mountain behind the Xuankong Temple, paused for a long time, did not disturb anyone, but had a worried look on her face.

After staying for a long time, she left.

Since then, every tens or hundreds of years have passed.

This fairy will take a look.

After reading it, there was a free time when this fairy was traveling in the mortal world, and happened to be in the capital of the new dynasty next door, and heard a storyteller Xingmu slapped in a restaurant and teahouse, and then sang:

"By the way, hundreds of years ago, when there was a young man who was handsome and handsome, he became the myth of that generation of martial arts. He conquered the three mountains and five mountains, and entered the capital of the Qiandu.

"This person's name has not been tested so far, but it is only known that he has a great connection with the Xuankong Temple that has flourished to this day."

"By the way, according to unofficial historical records, it is said that this martial arts myth has a very interesting and indissoluble bond with the princess of the Daqian Dynasty."

"It is said that the reason why she broke into the imperial capital was because of the princess. I don't know what kind of charming woman she is, but she can make such heroes bow down for her!"

"It's really a red face in anger!"

"Come and see, gentlemen, let's stop today and wait until tomorrow, and the little old man will tell you in detail what has to be said between this martial arts myth and the Qianchao princess!"

"How about knowing what's next?"

"Let's listen to the next chapter's breakdown!"

The story is wonderful and fascinating, and it is told vividly from the mouth of the gray-shirted old man.

Then folded the fan in one hand, stepped off the stage and left immediately!

For a time, the house was full of applause.

And in the corner where no one pays attention.

A woman is holding a scroll tightly in her hand at this time, unconsciously——

Tears flowed down my face.

(Volume One - The Ordinary Aspects, this is the end.)
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