Cultivation of Life Winner

After the tail of the spirit vein fell, Huang Mao immediately got up from the ground with his body hunched over, and made mysterious formulas with both hands.

The tail of the spirit vein trembled for a while, then turned into emerald green streamer, and plunged towards the mountain range of Yuelai Mountain.After the spiritual vein escaped into the mountain, the aura of the Yuelai Mountain riot began to stabilize.

Seeing this, Chen Xiu and the others looked at each other for a while, and they could see the relief in each other's eyes.Judging from the current situation, Huang Mao's heart should be toward the One Sword Sect. This half of the spiritual vein escaped into the One Sword Sect, and finally kept the foundation of the One Sword Sect.

Although the aura will be a little weaker in the future, as long as the spirit-gathering formation is arranged in the sect, the overall difference will not be too much.Within a thousand years, One Sword Sect was safe and sound.

Huang Mao's condition at this time is not very good, the bones and internal organs in his body are severely broken, and his consciousness is injured, and the pain in his mind keeps coming.

"...This...this senior..." Chen Xiu hesitated for a while, but looked at Huang Mao but didn't know what to say.It is obviously inappropriate to be called Huang Mao now, and it is a bit awkward to be called a senior, so Chen Xiu simply shut up and stopped talking.

When the suzerain saw Chen Xiu's reaction, he felt helpless, but he still took a step forward and said respectfully: "Grandfather, if you hadn't acted this time, the foundation of my Yijian sect would have been destroyed from now on. Today your grand master En Dade, I, Yi Jianzong, will remember it in my heart. I also hope that the name of the benefactor will be left, so that we can engrave the longevity tablet for the benefactor, so that we can worship day and night."

Huang Mao knew that at this moment they must have doubted themselves. Either they had been robbed of their bodies by some power, or they were reincarnated by some power, so they made such remarks.

Hearing this, Huang Mao sighed lightly.He didn't say anything, just turned around and looked at the pine tree that was cut off by him.The pine tree was completely withered at this moment, and the huge emerald green crown was already withered and yellow at the moment, and the crisp and ready-to-drip color just now was gone.

The road of cultivating immortals, if you are not careful, is the road of death and Taoism, and everything is like this.

Huang Mao shook his head lightly, but it was a pity.But there's no way, he's going down the mountain, going to the world of mortals to make a mess.There is a cause and effect between Yuelai Mountain and him. Today, helping Yuelai Mountain to preserve its thousand-year foundation can be regarded as a solution to the disciple's grace.

Huang Mao raised his head and said in a hoarse voice: "There is no need for the Longevity card, but Lin Chi is righteous to me, and I hope the suzerain will support him more."

Chen Xiu and the others naturally nodded repeatedly, showing no sign of disapproval.It's just that there was a little disappointment in his eyes. He thought that Huang Mao was willing to protect the foundation of Yijianzong because he had a sense of belonging to Yijianzong.Seeing Huang Mao's reluctance to keep the Longevity Card now, several people understand that this is probably the last thing Huang Mao will do for One Sword Sect.

"Ahem..." Huang Mao coughed a few times, turned around weakly, but wanted to go down the mountain.

Although Huang Mao looked extremely weak, Chen Xiu and the others were still respectful.

But when he walked sideways through the dry pine trunk, Huang Mao paused, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.Suddenly, he frowned and waved his hand to create a strong wind.The dead branch that was originally dry suddenly clicked, and after it was torn apart, there was actually a small tender seedling about half an inch preserved directly in the trunk!

Withered trees come spring?There was a trace of curiosity in Huang Mao's eyes.Unexpectedly, under such circumstances, the thousand-year-old pine tree left a way out for itself?

Surprised, Huang Mao stretched out his hand to touch the little sprout, a burst of green light flashed, but it stopped Huang Mao from continuing.Huang Mao chuckled lightly, quite capable of self-protection.

"You are an ordinary pine tree in the mountains, and there is nothing extraordinary about you. Fortunately, the ancestor of Yijianzong planted you on the spiritual veins. Although you were asked to suppress the spiritual veins for thousands of years, you also had to meet The spiritual veins are fully supported, because today's achievements are possible.

Today, my destruction of your foundation is also caused by cause and effect.Now that your dead tree is in spring, I would like to send you a good fortune, and let you turn into one of the strange trees in the world, Huangquanmu.But from then on, you have to guard the underworld for me for ten thousand years, and then you can be free yourself, are you willing? "

The green light around the young tender seedling dissipated, and an old voice sounded in Huang Mao's ear: "Thank you for your enlightenment, the little demon is willing."

Huang Mao smiled, and with a wave of his hand, a ball of yellow liquid wrapped in aura flew out, and then quickly merged into the little tender seedling.

Then the leaves of the young tender seedling trembled, and the emerald green around it turned into red needlepoints, as if being poured with fresh blood, which looked extremely strange.But the next moment, the little sapling flew up into the air and landed firmly in front of Huang Mao.

Huang Mao stretched out his hand to grab it, but this time there was no obstacle at all.Then a red light flashed between Huang Mao's eyebrows, and the little seedling disappeared without a trace.

After accepting the seedlings, Huang Mao frowned, but suddenly clenched his fist, and the suzerain's epee flew out and fell into Huang Mao's hands.

"On the top of the red cliff today, there are three types of swordsmanship, and those who are destined can participate in them!" Huang Mao suddenly jumped towards the top of the red cliff, but volleyed on the cliff and carved the three types of swordsmanship!

After half a sound, only a bang was heard!The epee flew back from the cliff, and landed heavily in front of the suzerain.

But on the top of the red cliff, Chen Xiu and the others stood on it, but they remained silent for a long time.

The cliff was low, Huang Mao was standing by the huge pool, but there was blood oozing slowly from the corner of his mouth, "It's barely enough."

After half a month.

When Huang Mao left Yadi, his injuries had already healed.Behind him, the Yuelai Mountains became farther and farther away, gradually disappearing above the horizon.

Huang Mao didn't have a specific destination, and he didn't know why he left One Sword Sect.These days, he had more dreams. In the dreams, he was a young man who didn't know much about the world, a big devil who killed people without blinking an eye, and a powerful monk who called wind and rain.

But in the end, there was always something wrong with these dreams, so that Huang Mao couldn't remember them all, and couldn't connect them into a complete memory.

He thought he needed to find it.

All his life, Huang Mao wasn't sure if he could find the answers he was looking for.

A month passed, and Huang Mao's clothes became even more tattered, and he was treated as a beggar.Half a year later, the soles of Huang Mao's shoes were already worn out, so he walked barefoot in the world.

One year passed, two years passed... until the fifth year, Huang Mao met a little boy.It was also a little beggar, who was seriously ill and dying.

Life and death are determined by God, but Huang Mao did not leave.He fed the little beggar a drop of his own blood, and the little beggar came back to life.Finally, the little beggar followed his footsteps.

The little beggar didn't have a name, he was called Huang Mao's father, and later he gave himself a name, called Juedai.It's just that Huang Mao never called him, and just walked silently.But Jue Dai just silently followed behind him.

When Jue Dai was 12 years old, he embarked on the road of cultivating immortality.The basic exercises were taught by Huang Mao.But Huang Mao didn't expect that Jue Dai seemed to be a very talented seedling.Anything, he can teach it.

Over the years, Huang Mao gradually lost his drowsiness, and the memory of his dreams became blurred again.Even the memory of Yuelai Mountain, Huang Mao couldn't remember clearly.Occasionally think of it, just feel like a big dream.

So, he began to slowly spend his mind on Jue Dai.Perhaps, he is a good disciple.As for what he was looking for, Huang Mao thought, he might never find it in his life.

Year after year, when Huang Mao reached the age of 58, he was tired.He came across a small town on the fringes, and the sudden surge of exhaustion made Huang Mao lose his desire to continue searching.So, he settled down, living in this small fringe town called Fengxi City.

In that year, his cultivation base broke through to the formation of alchemy, and Jue Dai still followed him.

He has lived for a long time, and the helpless breakthrough of his cultivation has made him a little discouraged.So he married a wife and had children.Later, a Huang family was slowly established.This is a family cultivating immortals, and their ancestor is Huang Mao.

After Huang Mao's cultivation reached alchemy, because of his physical aptitude, he didn't make any progress.I can only watch the years and watch my vitality go away little by little.

After 150 years, Huang Mao has gray hair.In the Huang family, he already has a house full of children and grandchildren.Although his cultivation level is not high, it is enough to become an existence like Optimus Prime in Fengxi City.Supporting the development of the Huang family for so many years is enough for Huang Mao to maintain prosperity after losing him.

And Peerless, already a Nascent Soul, is still young as before.

"My death is approaching." Huang Mao raised his wrinkled face, with a hint of regret in his eyes.

In his life, he lived an ordinary life, but also a helpless life.But if you say helpless, it seems that you looked for something when you were young, but finally gave up.

That night, Huang Mao leaned on a cane and left Huang's house tremblingly step by step.Accompanying him to leave was Jue Dai.

Since then, the whereabouts of Huang Mao's ancestor has become a mystery.Some say that the ancestor turned into a fairy and returned, and some say that the ancestor has passed away.In short, there are different opinions, but no one has actually seen him.