Eopinth Chapter 22: I'm not born, I'm old 5

"I'm sorry, you're back! Have you brought anything interesting back?"

As soon as Shucheng stepped into the mountain gate, the girl in red rushed out from the side. With her height, she could only hold his leg, but she was still not discouraged and grabbed his clothes and asked.

"This... little sister-in-law, please let me go first. I have to go to the master." Shu Cheng touched the back of his head. He was only one-third of his age, but he was particularly pestering.

The girl said, "Don't let it go. I'm waiting here specially. Who can catch up with your light skills? If you don't hand it over the fun, I won't let it go!" Woe, don't get in the way of forgiveness. Another man in red jumped down from a tree next to the road, a little longer than a disaster, and he was still a child's age, with no expression on his little pink face.

"Little uncle, if you go to see the master for me, I will say that the Panluo Sutra has been burned and can't be retrieved when Cheng arrived." Knowing the disaster, he would not forgive him easily. Forgive him, he begged the teenager in red helplessly.

"I know, this wild girl, you don't have to spend time coaxing her." The teenager said coldly and immediately attracted the girl's counterattack: "Who do you think is the wild girl! Wei Tanyi, let me tell you, you are a young old man!"

The teenager ignored it and patted the leaves on his body and walked straight to the depths of the Fuqin Palace.

Ji Yufu, the current owner of Fuqin Palace, does not like outsiders to enter his bedroom study. Even the beloved disciples are rarely willing to touch the mold. They know that he will definitely taste tea in the warm jade hall, and usually there is no need to inquire.

"Master." Wei Tanyi didn't ask whether it was convenient or not, but opened the door and stepped into the room.

By the window, the young man in black was looking at the valley shrouded in hot spring fog, holding a cup of tea that was probably already cool. Hearing the sound, he turned around and smiled, "Tan Yi, what's the matter with looking for a teacher?"

Wei Tanyi was not busy answering, but frowned and looked at the table full of mess, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "Do you have to punish those who deal with stubbornness?"

"Oh, you child," Ji Yufu smiled bitterly and seemed to have been used to it. "Is Shucheng back?"

"Well, he asked me to tell you that the mission failed and the compass was destroyed."

Ji Yufu nodded without surprise: "I have thought of it for a long time. Forgive Cheng to go here, the real purpose is to force them to destroy the Panluojing, so that the secret of the Fuqin Palace will no longer be known to outsiders.

Seeing the disciple standing upright by the door, he waved helplessly to let him come over: "It's the right time for you to come. As a teacher, I have a few words to tell you."

"The last words?" The teenager didn't even raise his eyelids.

"I hope it's a last word." Ji Yufu knocked him on the forehead, then took his shoulder and bent down to his ear to speak in a voice that only they could hear each other. At the beginning, Wei Tanyi looked cold. With his story, his face changed like ice. His eyes were wide open, and he almost screamed several times.

After explaining the long words, Ji Yufu stroked his head: "With your memory, you should have memorize what you just said, right?"

Wei Tanyi has returned to a dead face: "What do you tell me about this? Do you think I can use it?"

"Whether it is useful or not, the teacher will tell you at the right time, Hua Ying, Qian, it's you now."

"Where's the disaster?"

Ji Yufu shook her head: "She won't need it."

"How do you know she doesn't need it?" Wei Tanyi asked aggressively, "I've always been a dead person. What's the use of the curse of immortality?"

There was a scream outside the warm jade hall, and the young man in black stretched out his hands helplessly: "Human beings have the happiness of mortals, and only those with strong obsession need strength." With that, he left the endgame of the table like a battlefield after the war to the big apprentice and went out to rescue Shucheng by himself.

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Within a year or two after I was just assigned to Heling, perhaps because of the change of water and soil, my body improved. The person below brought the good news back to Dingkui. My father asked someone to send some books, and suddenly found that I was not useless, right?

Because I'm sick in bed, people don't want to get close to me. When I have to do what I have to do and leave as soon as possible, I'm alone in the window lattice or reading those difficult books. I don't need to do anything except rest, so I have more time than anyone else to think about every line and every truth in the book.

Without my husband's teaching, I still read it page by page. With the help of learning from my husband when I was not sick many years ago, I have read all the books sent by my father.

I thought everything would be fine, and I could compete with my eldest brother like a healthy person. However, everything stopped here. For the first time in my life, I went to the river and picked up a unique shell and took it home. That night, I had a high fever and I couldn't wait to die.

My slightly improved body fell down again. Everything before disappeared like a mirage. I was even more ill than before, and almost even getting out of bed became an extravagant hope. In summer, I lay on the hot ** for a day, and I got a lot of rashes on my body. In order not to suffer from the cold, I couldn't lift the quilt. That kind of pain is really Do people suffer?

Many times I can't help but wonder whether I'm really weak, or someone has poisoned my daily meal potions, which makes me so weak, but the man is like an old man, and I only see the similar scenery outside the window every day.

I firmly believe that I am no worse than anyone else.

If I have a sound body, I will definitely be able to get the title of the Guijin list. Even if I practice martial arts, I will definitely not be worse than the eldest brother.

I often fantasize that when I wake up and find that my sick self is just a nightmare, but I always fall back to reality in pain. From some sparse news from Ding Kui, I learned that the eldest brother has grown into a beautiful man with a jade tree and walking on the rivers and lakes with his senior sister. No one praises that he is a dragon and phoenix among people.

They must live an unreachable life that I long for. They wear fresh clothes and angry horses in the day, and they stagger at night. Heroes and beautiful women fight in the world... How can I not be envious, how can I not resentful!

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... The speller, the art of immortality. To... stop the caster... never age, curse... can't die.

However, there is no insoluble knot in the world. The caster... seven emotions and six desires fall into the mortal world... reincarnation...

An ancient volume with a lost cover, and the curse of immortality is recorded in words visible on the broken page of the book.

is a curse, not a blessing. Don't grow old, don't die.

The ageless caster will not grow old even after thousands of years. Even if he is seriously injured and seriously ill, his bones will not rot for ten thousand years. His soul will not disperse, and it is difficult to enter the earth. The immortal performer will not die no matter how seriously injured he is, and will always rise and fall in pain.

Like a double-edged sword, it tightly binds both sides to the shadow of eternal life.