Chapter 641: Life is full of regrets and the water flows eastward (must read!)

Chapter 641: Life is full of regrets and the water flows eastward (must read!)

Xiu Ya died one night.

After hearing the news, Ye Yang had not had time to consolidate the realm he had just broken through.

After he hurried out of retreat, he saw Xiu Ya lying on the sickbed.

This woman who once had a peerless face and a graceful figure, how fair her skin was.

With the appearance of an ordinary mortal.

She was able to make Ye Yang feel quite moved at the time.

But time has never defeated beauty, and time has never given people a chance.

Now she has a head full of silver hair and a haggard face.

But she still maintains that elegance and self-esteem. She doesn't want Ye Yang to see her old age.

She chose to maintain the most beautiful posture at the last moment.

Ye Yang gently hugged her.

"You are still so beautiful."

Ye Yang said softly, with a few sobs in his voice.

He held her hands, but his hands were already cold.

Xiu Ya is old.

She has been with Ye Yang for nearly a hundred years.

As a cultivator at the Tongqi realm, she can be said to have reached the end of her life.

When her life is over, the heaven will take her away.

People are powerless. This is not something that a pill or ointment can do.

In fact, Ye Yang has taken longevity pills for Xiu Ya several times.

He forcefully injected a life essence into Xiu Ya's body.

Her originally cold body gradually became warmer.

The next moment, she slowly opened her eyes.

"Sir, I'm sorry for letting you see my face."

After saying that, she quickly covered her face.

This is the last glimmer of life, and no medicine can save it.

In fact.

Xiu Ya has maintained herself well during her time at Feitianmen. Even though she is old, her skin is still fair.

It's just that because of the natural aging of her life, she inevitably has more wrinkles on her face.

And she doesn't want Ye Yang to see this scene.

Ye Yang's heart was filled with an indescribable grief.

Xiu Ya's life fire is about to go out, and he is powerless to save it.

There are many things in the world that make people feel powerless, and watching the people around you die without being able to do anything about it is one of the biggest things.

"Young Master..."

Xiu Ya's voice was weak, but still gentle.

"Don't be sad for me, I know this is the fate that every living being cannot avoid."

"I have no regrets in my life to meet and know you."

"You don't despise me, a mortal girl, and take me into the immortal gate. I am already very satisfied that I have lived to the end of my life. This is a happy funeral."

She stretched out her hand and wanted to touch Ye Yang's face for the last time, but the action seemed so strenuous.

Ye Yang held Xiu Ya's hand, and all his words turned into a long sigh.

When he first met this woman, he was still a small disciple of Tongqi.

He didn't take it to heart.

Later, after breaking through to the realm of warriors, he saw this woman again.

In fact, he was not blinded by lust at that time and indulged in his beauty.

Instead, he thought of her repeated attempts to find him, and gave her a chance because of her courage.

On the other hand, when he had just broken through the realm of warriors, the red wedding dress brought him inexplicable loneliness and bad luck.

Therefore, he found someone to relieve his loneliness.

So he brought her back to the sect.

Time flies.

Years go by, and before he knew it, more than a hundred years had passed.

Looking back on the past, Xiu Ya had been following him.

She had been working hard for him.

It was a pity that her aptitude was too poor, even though he had prepared spiritual objects and techniques for Xiu Ya to practice.

She still hadn't broken through to the realm of warriors.

For him now, the martial arts golden pill was no longer a particularly precious thing.

But Xiu Ya still hadn't broken through successfully.

This was another sad thing on a happy day after breaking through to the golden pill realm.

Xiu Ya smiled and shook her head, gently reaching out to wipe away the tears from Ye Yang's eyes.

"Young Master, please don't be sad. Seeing you sad will make me feel even more sad."

"Didn't you tell me that the meaning of life is not its length, but how we spend it."

"Although I can't accompany you to the end, I know that I am already very satisfied to have occupied a period of time in the lives of people like you."

"A long, long time ago, I knew that it was impossible to accompany you for the rest of your life."

"That's why I have to leave a descendant for you no matter what. You are destined to be a figure in the sky, to soar across the world, to be evergreen, to ask for immortality, and to be the supreme ruler of this world."

"And I am just an ordinary mortal. Even if I receive your grace and embark on the path of cultivation, I am just a firefly."

"I just don't want you to have no blood ties and concerns after thousands of years, and live alone in this world."

"No matter when and where, I am in your heart and have never left."

The young master's eyes are gentle and deep. He looks at it and doesn't want to forget it all. Buddha wants to keep his figure deeply in his mind and heart.

"Even if the firefly is weak, it is enough to illuminate the way forward."

"You gave me not only the opportunity to practice, but also the light and hope in life. I will never forget this kindness in my life."

She turned around and looked into the young man's eyes, which were full of memories of the past and expectations for the future.

"I know your intentions,"

"Things change, but those beautiful memories will never fade away."

"They are like stars, always shining in my heart."

The two stood opposite each other.

Everything around him seemed to be still.

At this moment, time seems to be no longer important, but the bond between them that spans time and space.

Ye Yang held Xiu Ya's hand tightly.

"Xiu Ya, don't worry, I will take good care of Mark and let him live well."

Xiu Ya turned her head and looked at the starry sky outside the window. There were countless twinkling stars, each of which looked like the eyes she had when she first saw the young master.

Gentle, firm, and extremely bright, he looked at her tenderly.

Presumably in another world, these stars will be so beautiful.

There was a contented and peaceful smile on her face.

Finally I closed my eyes peacefully.

Ye Yang stood in front of Xiu Ya's bed.

The air at this moment was filled with a light body fragrance.

He held Xiu Ya's hand tightly.

As if trying to hold on to this moment, Ye Yang knew that some things could not be changed.

The boundary between life and death is difficult to break.

It is not something that can be achieved with the current realm and cultivation level.

The flowers in the forest withered in spring, too hastily.

Helplessly, the cold rain comes in the morning and the wind comes in the evening.

Naturally, life grows and hates water.

…

Ye Yang picked up her body and took her body with him.

It was already sunrise.

The bright sunshine outside the window shone on the two of them, as if they were coated with a faint golden glow.

Her beautiful and solemn figure became an eternal memory in Ye Yang's heart.

Ye Yang buried him in the back mountain.

Not many people came, only him and Mark.

At this moment, after death, Ye Yang carefully inspected her body, and finally understood why he had used so many elixirs, but still could not improve Xiu Ya's bones.

If his qualifications were only mid-level at first, then after obtaining the Marrow Cleansing Spirit Fruit, he was barely promoted to mid-to-upper level.

Then practicing elegance is the worst qualification.

This is also the most common and common state of all living beings in the world.

Ye Yang has invested a lot of resources in Xiu Ya along the way, and even prepared several martial arts golden elixirs.

But even so, he did not break through to the warrior realm.

From this we can see that it is difficult for all living beings in the world to practice cultivation.

"As the leader of the Universiade Dynasty, Yu Taxian, pursues, can a world where everyone is like a dragon be realized? If everyone embarks on the path of spiritual practice."

"Where did this huge amount of spiritual objects and resources come from?"

Previously, he thought that he could formulate a system and establish a Taoist alliance by drawing on the rules of the secular world.

Each sect will be allocated according to its contribution to the development of new resources.

Establish a resource library jointly managed by all major sects to ensure the rational use of resources.

Come and create a world where everyone is like a dragon.

But looking at it now, the resistance and difficulties encountered may not be as simple as imagined.

"In practice, in any hierarchical ethnic group, it is destined that only some people can transcend themselves."

"It's like there have been countless cultivators since ancient times, but not one among the millions can become an immortal."

"And a world where everyone is like a dragon is destined to be impossible to achieve."

"So the Universiade's path is wrong?"

"Is this path really without a real future, as Yi Xuezi said?"

In any world, resources are limited and talents vary, and there are very few people who can truly overcome difficulties and reach the top.

This reality makes the path of spiritual practice full of cruel competition and selection.

And those at the bottom often can only look back and sigh.

Although they belong to a different camp from the Universiade Dynasty, it cannot be denied that Ye Yang still appreciates their goals.

On the other side, Ye Fan stood beside Xiu Ya's body, his eyes still full of tears.

Ye Fan stood silently next to his mother Xiu Ya's body, tears blurring his vision.

For him, although he is the second generation of immortals, his father is busy with affairs and rarely provides him with enough practice and guidance.

And mother is not only a relative.

He is also the most important guide and supporter on his spiritual path.

At this moment, facing the passing of his mother, the grief deep in his heart was unspeakable.

Perhaps he heard Ye Yang's whisper at this moment.

Ye Fan slowly raised his head, and the moment his eyes met Ye Yang, he took a deep breath, tried to calm the waves in his heart, and gathered up his courage.

"Father, maybe the Universiade Dynasty's methods are not entirely correct."

Although his voice was low.

"But at least it gives us a direction, a goal."

“A way to benefit more people.”

Ye Yang didn't expect that his son could see so clearly and say these words.

"Father, you are extremely talented, and I am just a mortal. I feel that the path of spiritual practice should not only exist for a few people, but also that someone needs to explore a new path."

"Let everyone have the opportunity to become a strong person, not just the so-called geniuses."

He is the representative of countless mortals.

There is a father who is in the realm of a real person. He began to raise a spiritual fetus in his mother's womb. He can be said to be the second generation of immortals.

But now it is just the seventh level of ventilation.

Compared to the age of 30, it really is nothing.

Ye Fan wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, his eyes flashing with determination.

…

This chapter was too difficult to write. I started to think about it in the afternoon and just finished writing it. I posted it a little late.

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