Immortal, my aptitude is mediocre

Chapter 77

Plants live their lives, springs live and autumns die.

Young people don't feel it, but old people feel deeply.

In the third month after Fei Danshi left, Ding Danshi was dying, and he sent urgent warnings to let the younger generation come to see him for the last time.

Chen Sheng was silent for a while.

"Teacher, the cycle of life and death cannot be circumvented."

Zhou Lie and Ding Danshi have been in contact for a few times, he is indeed a very good old man, his passing away, he has some emotion, but the friendship between each other is not deep, and they know life and death, it is really common, but not too much sad.

Seeing the teacher like this, he thoughtfully stepped forward to comfort him.

"That's the truth."

Chen Sheng nodded, but his mood was still low, so he stood up and said, "I'll go out for a while."

The truth is this, but Zhou Lie is a young man who doesn't know the distance between life and death. Once it is gone, there will be no traces.

I am afraid that only the old people who have experienced it will understand the feeling.

"Master, where is the teacher?"

Zhou Lie intends to follow and take care of her, but the teacher's mood at this time obviously does not want people to follow.

"It should be to Xi Fu's alchemist."

Luzhu has already been able to grasp Chen Sheng's temperament, this man who seems to be calm in everything, attaches great importance to friendship.

The passing of Danshi Ding made his mood turbulent.

At this point, it's best not to worry about it. After a while, he calms down and he will be fine.

Dust Light Palace.

The sky was dim, and the rubble on the temple was not shining, as if covered by a layer of gloom. An old man sat on the stone bench with his head slightly lowered, lifeless.

"Yeah, there's one less."

Xi Fu murmured softly, sighed, and felt a little lonely.

The two old friends have returned, and the whole medicine house seems to have become cold and silent. The familiar Changyue Hall and Luxing Hall feel strange.

"Then you have to take care of your health when you get older. I really don't have many elders in the outer sect now."

Chen Sheng whispered in his heart that it was appropriate. For Xi Fu, he always maintained a touch of gratitude in his heart. This old man is really kind, gentle and polite, allowing him to easily embark on the alchemy path.

Two old friends go back one after another, lonely, really need a junior to explain.

"I'm here to comfort the old man? Hey, I haven't seen such a big storm."

Xi Fu looked up and saw that it was Chen Sheng, and he slightly concealed the sense of loneliness in his body. He is an elder, and what he should show to young people is his enthusiasm for the world, not his sadness.

"That is."

Chen Sheng saw the simple feelings of the old but getting stronger, so he didn't argue, but just responded repeatedly.

Xi Fu was enthusiastic for a while, but still couldn't hide his emotions, and finally said: "After I bury Lao Ding, I want to go home."

In this life, there is not much time left.

He wanted to go back to the source at the last moment, say goodbye to the past, and go back lightly.

"Home? I'll go with you."

Chen Sheng knew that Xi Fu, like Danshi Fei, had no sons or daughters, no Taoist partner, and devoted himself to cultivating immortals and pursuing alchemy.

At this age, the ordinary relatives and friends have long since withered away, so returning this time is mostly hurtful.

He is here, at least when his gray hair is sad, he still has someone to talk to.

"it is good."

Xi Fu did not refuse, his heart was indeed somewhat empty.

After a hundred years of life, old age and frailty are few people who can be happy.

Fortunately, the benevolence of one thought in the early years, with a junior to take care of it, will not give birth to the ultimate spiritual emptiness.

It is definitely necessary to pay homage to Danshi Ding.

Since joining Xianzong for 62 years, Chen Sheng has experienced three funerals. This is the fourth time. He is very tired, but it seems that this situation will continue.

The descendants of Danshi Ding came a lot, there were six to seventy people, all strong and strong, carrying the coffin and walking smoothly.

Yellow paper and white flags, and mournful voices.

These people really cried for the old man.

The head of the Ding family headed by, walking with the coffin in his hand, his heart was sad and heavy. With the old man's departure, he felt the hardship of being in charge of the family.

Even though he encountered difficulties in the past, he was still a little calm in his heart, because the Ding family would not collapse with the old man around.

Now that the old man is gone, he has to resist everything by himself. If he is not careful, the family ship will sink.

"There will be a difficulty in the future. I will handle it by uploading a letter from the medicine house."

When entering the mountain, Chen Sheng had a chat with the head of the Ding family. This man is very inherited from Danshi Ding. He treats people politely and does things properly.

He is happy for Danshi Ding, but the world is very difficult, it is inevitable that he will encounter difficulties, and someone must come to help him.

Today, he has some qualifications.

"The elder is an honest man."

The head of the Ding family nodded silently. The old man seldom told him about the medicine house, but when he mentioned this young man, he would always speak highly of him and say good things.

On the short side, with a few words, he agrees with the old man's words, this Elder of Yaolu is a man who can deal with sincerity.

Danshi Ding made a confession that he was afraid that Danshi Fei would be alone on the mountain, so before he died, he specially asked the descendants to bury him next to Danshi Fei. Also burn incense.

The head of the Ding family followed suit.

A group of people, carrying the coffin, climbed over the hill and came to a tomb.

Danshi Fei's tomb has a luxuriant look. Once the light rain falls, the grass and trees are green, the breeze is blowing, and the birds are chirping. It is really a good place.

"It's a treasure land of geomantic omen. I will also be buried here in the future, and be with these two people."

Xi Fu nodded slightly. Judging from the feng shui of the burial site, this place is full of vitality and is a good place to go. Even two old friends were buried one after another. He didn't want to find a place for himself anymore, and asked someone to settle here directly.

"Senior, stop talking about this."

Chen Sheng sighed. As an old man, Xi Fu did not shy away from it. As a young man, he felt uncomfortable hearing it.

"The time is just right, let's send Lao Ding to the ground first."

Xi Fu didn't say anything else, once he said this, Chen Sheng would bury him here after he left.

He glanced at the sky, not to delay, and ordered the Ding family to bury the coffin as soon as possible.

"Everyone gets busy."

The head of the Ding family greeted him, took the lead, and contributed his strength, lifting the old man's coffin and placing it in the dug hole.

Furthermore, each person added a share of soil, and erected the tomb and tombstone as filial piety.

When this set of procedures was completed, the Ding family lit incense, knelt together, and bid farewell to the old man who had contributed a lot to the family.

The incense is lingering, silky.

Chen Sheng's thoughts also drifted away, and many pictures came to mind, remembering that Danshi Ding taught him, it was probably a small treasury full, which made him frantic.

The old man obviously felt distressed, but he always pretended not to care.

Even the Ding family members may not have been able to read all the annotations of those waste pills, but he has read them all. Such a mind and character are enough to leave a legacy for future generations.

He asked the head of the Ding family to come to find something. It was definitely not a polite word, but it contained his own gratitude.

It still ends with a song crying for the emperor.

There are sad sounds everywhere on the hills.

This day, this place, seems to be a bit gloomy.

The Ding family left.

Xi Fu also wanted to look back and bid farewell to the past. Chen Sheng followed the preface and left with him.

After entering the common world, after several human dynasties, a small village gathered in the remote countryside, which is Xi Fu's hometown.

Xijia Village.

There are more than 300 households in the village, and the walls are all made of yellow mud, and the roof is made of thatch. It looks simple, but fortunately, there is no famine and flood, and it is a peaceful place.

Xi Fu was walking ahead, and saw a tall elm tree with a thick trunk, his eyes lit up, and he looked to the left a few tens of feet away, feeling disappointed.

There, bare, where is the house in memory.

"Time is ruthless, not only to people, but also to things."

The light in Xi Fu's eyes dimmed a bit, and he said: "That's right, an uninhabited dilapidated house, without popularity, how can it survive until now."

He is a strong young man, he has been destroyed for a hundred years to become a bad old man, the house built of yellow mud and thatch should have collapsed long ago, and after the heavy rain, it was really clean, ashes return to ashes.

"Is there no one at home?"

Chen Sheng asked.

"There was a disease disaster that year, many people died, and I was the only one left in my family."

Xi Fu sighed all his life, no matter how unsatisfactory the journey of immortals is, they can live a prosperous life, and the bottom of the mortals is really dead.

When the illness comes and goes, if you can't bear it, you will die. At most, the government will post a bulletin and let the villagers save themselves.

"This……"

Chen Sheng didn't know what to say, no amount of words would be effective.

"You two, what's the matter here?"

An old man in the village came to Xi Fu and Chen Sheng leaning on a wooden tree.

He is the grandfather of the village. He is very senior and can no longer work. When he saw two strangers coming to the village, he came forward to inquire.

"Here, is your surname Xi?"

Xi Fu didn't know how to address this person anymore, logically he should be called "boy", but seeing the two people's old appearances, it's better to just ignore them.

"In Xi's Village, my surname is naturally Xi."

Mr. Xi looked puzzled, this is Xi's Village, he is not a member of this village, does that make sense.

In this way, Xi Fu reported his family name and said: "Then we belong to the same ancestor, and I also have the surname Xi. I lived here in the past, and later went fishing in the river, but was washed away by the flood. When I returned, my family was gone."

It was an extremely accidental event that he stepped onto the immortal path.

An orphan in his teens, with little knowledge, would never have the desire to seek immortality, but was pushed by the flood, left his hometown, and then bumped into the fairy fate.

"Here... I don't have any impression."

Mr. Xi took a look at the old site, and shook his head without any trace or impression.

However, he has no doubts, Xi Fu's speech and behavior are very extraordinary, there is no reason to find an ancestor for himself.

Knowing that they are members of the same clan, Taigong Xi is also very particular, and invited Shang Xi Fu and Chen Sheng to his home as guests, and clean up the dust.

For the latter, the two refused, but agreed to go to Xi Taigong's house as a guest and have a bowl of tea.

Xi Taigong has a high status in the family, but his family is also poor, but his children and grandchildren are very filial, so that he can spend his old age peacefully.

"Brother, what do you call it? I'll look for it on the genealogy. Maybe I can find one or two relatives."

The three sat down, and he greeted his son to serve tea, and immediately took out the genealogy, trying to find a relative for brother Xi Fu.

According to his thinking, at this age, the old man's money is all in vain, and he still needs to have a sustenance.

"Sifford."

Xi Fu thought for a while, but did not refuse.

"I didn't find it."

Grandpa Xi nodded, and buried himself in the genealogy. He couldn't find it even after looking through a few books, but those who didn't believe in evil continued to search, and suddenly said, "Do you think Grandpa and I are confused?"

How about you.

In the genealogy for more than a hundred years, he actually found the name "Xi Fu".

But is this plausible, sorry.

"I'm 120 three this year."

Xi Fu looked at the names on the family tree, and suddenly felt that each and every one of them became a little more friendly.

He was honest, but Grandpa Xi exclaimed, "Ah..., you are a god."

He is now 67, and he has lived an extremely long life.

A person who lives for more than a hundred years is not a god.

"I got a fairy fate when I was young, so I joined the Xianzong. I practiced Taoism for more than a hundred years, but I didn't live forever. Thinking that I don't have a long life, I want to go back to my hometown to have a look."

For this enthusiastic clansman, Xi Fu calmly explained his identity.

As a cultivator of immortality and immortality, he only lived a hundred years, which is really nothing.

"So, you are my ancestor."

These were too irritating to Mr. Xi, the old man just knelt down.

"Grandpa, why did you..."

Xi Taigong's grandson was hesitant, neither kneeling nor standing, it was because he didn't believe Xi Fu's remarks, like those immortal family members, who were not superior, the emperor had to come down from the Luan Hall to see him.

In their Xijia village, there is one in Shangougou. For the last 300 years, there is not a single person who has been an official. How can there be such a great blessing to emerge a cultivator.

"Don't kneel, let's just chat as clansmen."

Xi Fu has a noble spirit, but no arrogance, he is a peaceful person, Xi Taigong is also a member of the same clan, he will not let the other party kneel, wave his hand, and drag the mana, the old man will stand up, steady standing.

"Fairy."

Dragging things in the void, such methods are already extremely powerful for the villagers who have little knowledge.

Xi Taigong's grandson, without the slightest hesitation before, knelt down very thoroughly, with a thud, very crisp.

This is a god, or your own ancestor, really not ashamed.

Xi Fu felt helpless for a while. Although immortal cultivators and mortals were of the same race, they had different means and separated identities, forming a deep moat.

Xi Taigong's family, knowing his identity, no longer dare to treat him normally, and are very cautious.

He felt bored and wanted to leave, but meeting was fate, and before he left, he left behind a jade bottle.

"These pills, when dissolved in water, can strengthen the body, promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis. It is a gift for you and me to meet."

After speaking, he left with Chen Sheng without giving Mr. Xi's family time to react.

(End of this chapter)