"I'll come and have a scent. Although Brother Chen is gone, don't be too sad. His life will be perfect."

Ning Qi patted Chen Huan's hand gently, then picked up a stick of incense and bowed, looking at Chen A San's portrait with a complicated expression.

He had already seen Chen A San's excitement during the day yesterday, but Chen A San relied on his breath in his heart and held on until last night before leaving. Ning Qi couldn't help but ask himself, would he use his own means to prolong Chen A San's life?

The answer is no.

In the past, Ning Qi could not have any intersection with mortals like Chen A San. Even if there is, he would not prolong his life for mortals at will.

There are more than a million mortals in the world? Can you save them?

For mortals, birth, old age, sickness and death are a process that must be taken in this life. If you want to escape from this process, only the possibility of becoming an immortal is that you have a slight possibility, but even immortals have their life span.

Ning Qi is a mortal. Perhaps what mortals have to experience is their own birth, old age, sickness and death and the birth, old age, sickness and death of others.

Ning Qi was not sad at all when Chen A San's death. Perhaps he had known for a long time that Chen A San would die one day?

This feeling is indescribable. "As a mortal, Brother Chen can compete with the sky for half a day with the tone in his heart. Under equal conditions, what is the difference between it and the immortal? The immortal also uses his own means to compete with the heaven. This half a day is not cheaper than the ten thousand years of time taken by the immortal, because this half a day,

The perfect life of Brother Chen is much higher than the unwillingness of most immortals before their death."

A hint of enlightenment flashed in Ning Qi's eyes.

A faint sword intent that understood life and death enveloped Ning Qi, but Chen Huan didn't notice it, and no one in the mourning hall could notice it.

There is a way for mortals in the Three Thousand Great Way? There has never been one.

Since God doesn't give it to you, then step out by yourself.

At this moment, Ning Qi is an immortal and a demon, but he knows that his root is still a mortal, a mortal with seven emotions and six desires.

To destroy emotions, what is destroyed is not emotion, but Tao. It is just the word "destroying Tao". It is too great and unfaithful, just like the Dharma is not passed on to the six ears, so you should not rashly reveal it.

"You finally know why the Death Sword Technique can use the body of a mortal to kill immortals, because it can even destroy Taoism!"

A faint voice rang in Ning Qi's mind.

It was that silver dragon. "With the way of heaven, there were immortals and demons, but before the way of heaven, there were already mortals. Mortals were the earliest existences in this world. Whether it was immortals or demons, they had an irreversible relationship with the way of heaven. Only this mortal, without any melons and the way of heaven, formed two fresh things

The opposite of Ming, one strong and one weak, one black and one white, one yin and one yang, is nothing more than this.”

"I already know what mortals are, but what is the way of heaven?"

"The way of heaven is like a dragon, and it controls the rise and fall of the world, and slaughteres it!"

"Dragon slaying... It seems that I'm very good at it."

………

Seven days later, Chen A San was buried. Chen Huan gradually regained his status as a silk shopkeeper. Chen Xi also often came to Ning Qi's store to observe these long swords created by Ning Qi using mortal means. These long swords do not contain any spiritual energy and are ordinary.

"Uncle Qi, it's time to eat."

When it was time for dinner, Chen Huan walked into the store, picked up Chen Xi, and greeted Ning Qi.

After Chen A San left, Chen Huan knew that Ning Qi never cooked, so he asked Ning Qi to eat with them. He said bluntly that Ning Qi had no children and no children, and that the matter of retirement and death in the future would be handed over to him.

After seven or eight years, some people have begun to discuss the people from Qingshi Town in private, because the appearance of those people has never changed in the past seven or eight years. Even Chen Huan's ten-level Qi Refining Levels are gradually aging.

However, these discussions are limited to private, and even if they have any doubts, they dare not speak out in public.

When some people say that there are many such people who will not grow old in Liyang City, people in Qingshi Town think that something might happen.

One day, Ning Qi, Chen Huan, Xiaoqing, Chen Xi, and the four of them were having a meal. A figure suddenly fell in the sky. Just like Zhang Chaozhong, this figure was not him, but Chen Huan's uncle, Yan Zhengfeng, and Yan Zhengfeng were at least seventy years old. But now it seems, it is almost the same as Chen Huan. His arrival made Xiaoqing and Chen Xi a little scared because Yan Zhengfeng was covered in blood.

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Ning Qi frowned slightly and put down his chopsticks.

Chen Huan quickly helped Yan Zhengfeng up with a serious expression: "Uncle, what happened?"

"Liyang City..."

Yan Zhengfeng pointed to the direction of Liyang City, and then fainted. His current cultivation level was only the seventh level of Qi Refining, which was far inferior to Chen Huan.

"Husband, who is he?"

Xiaoqing must have never seen Yan Zhengfeng, but when Chen Huan called him his uncle, he had some guesses in his heart.

"It's my uncle, and my martial arts are all from him."

Chen Huan picked up Yan Zhengfeng and explained that there was a trace of sorrow in his expression.

On the second day, Yan Zhengfeng's injury had improved with Chen Huan's help. At this moment, he was talking with Chen Huan with a serious expression. "Xiao Huan, I know that you have had some adventures over the years, and your cultivation is stronger than me, but the enemy you are provoking this time is too terrifying. Listen to me, take your wife and Chen Xi and leave here together. They will definitely chase here! As for me, the injury

The momentum is too strong to leave with you, don’t say anything more!”

Chen Huan was silent for a while, "I promised my father that I would guard this silk shop."

"Pediatric! I'm blamed for my life or shop. I was unconscious at the time, otherwise I wouldn't come to you no matter what!"

Yan Zhengfeng's expression was a little ugly.

Yesterday he was indeed unconscious, so he ran to the silk shop under the influence of his subconscious mind. Now he regrets it very much.

"Don't worry, uncle, maybe your enemy has not found your trace yet."

Chen Huandao.

At the same time, a figure appeared on the street, which was an old man with a gloomy expression. He slowly walked to the silk shop, raised his lips, and said softly: "Yan Zhengfeng, have you hit my young master, where do you want to escape?"

Although the old man's voice was very light, people on the street could hear it clearly. A series of shocked and suspicious eyes fell on the old man in an instant. Yan Zhengfeng? As far as they know, if Chen Huan is not called Yan Zhengfeng, would this old man have found the wrong place or the enemy Chen Huan has attracted outside?
Chapter completed!