The Mortal Immortal

Five hundred years ago.

Little Song Ruchun, who is only eight years old, holds her younger sister who is less than one year old and walks into Song Jinglun's practice room on the top of the mountain. The younger sister in her arms ate her fingers and looked at Xiao Ruchun with her big watery eyes. Song Ruchun wore delicate braids, as delicate as a porcelain doll that had popped out of her youth. Her rosy little face rubbed against her sister in her arms, making her giggle.

"Daddy is finally out of isolation. We will see him soon."

She pushed open the door with layers of formations. These formations surrounded Song Jinglun's practice room inside and out, making it airtight and impossible for outsiders to break into. However, Song Ruchun was able to come and go freely without hindrance.

When she came to the last door, she suddenly heard a slight conversation coming from the door. The sound disappeared in a flash, as if it was her auditory hallucination. So Song Ruchun couldn't wait to knock on the door and shouted in a sweet tone: "Daddy! Daddy!"

Soon, the door opened from the inside. Song Jinglun looked down at Song Ruchun, showing a kind and loving smile. He squatted down, as tall as Xiao Song Ruchun, touched her head and said with a smile: "Chun'er, do you have anything to do with daddy? ?”

Song Ruchun blushed, turned her head slightly, took out the baby in her arms, and said hesitantly: "It's my sister who wants daddy to hold her..." Song Jinglun smiled and took the baby in her arms, as if he had read through Song Ruchun's thoughts. He held her in his arms with one hand and kissed her little face.

Song Ruchun smiled happily, her big eyes smiling like little crescents. She sat on Song Jinglun's arm and asked: "Dad, have you reached the peak of the later stage this time?" Song Jinglun responded with a smile: "Yes, Daddy has indeed reached his peak in the later stage.”

Song Ruchun smiled excitedly: "My father is the most powerful! I will become as powerful as my father in the future!"

Song Jinglun asked with a smile: "What state is Chun'er in now?"

Song Ruchun stretched out her little hand and said, "Chun'er has reached the sixth level of cultivation! Daddy, the promised reward!"

Song Jinglun couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Okay, just say it, daddy will give you whatever you want."

Song Chunru rolled up the corners of her clothes with her little hands and asked, "Daddy, won't you be in seclusion anymore?"

"Yeah, it's useless to retreat after reaching the peak in the later stage."

At this time, Song Ruchun suddenly hugged Song Jinglun's neck tightly and whispered: "If dad doesn't retreat in the future, I want dad to spend more time with Chun'er in the future." Hearing his daughter's soft plea, Song Jinglun The solid body couldn't help but be startled. Song Ruchun, who was lying on Song Jinglun's shoulder, clearly felt Song Jinglun choked. She stood up and looked closely at Song Jinglun's face. Seeing that his eyes were slightly red, she couldn't help but asked worriedly: "Dad What's wrong with you? If you really had a lot of things to do, Chun'er wouldn't bother you..."

Song Jinglun looked at the little Song Ruchun with soft eyes. After a long time, he responded: "Okay, daddy promises you to spend more time with my Chun'er in the future."

Song Ruchun smiled like a little flower. She said innocently: "Dad, do you remember before the retreat that you said you would take me through the thousands of miles of desert in the west, through the endless desert of flowing silver, to see the star flowers at the corner of the stars?" The sea?"

"Remember, how dare you forget what you promised Chun'er? Do you want to go? Let's go now, okay?"

Song Ruchun shook his head with a smile and said, "Tomorrow my mother will take my sister and I back to my grandmother's house to worship our ancestors. Can we take Chun'er with us when Chun'er comes back?"

Hearing this, Song Jinglun suddenly looked stunned and was speechless for a long time.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?"

Song Jinglun could hardly open his mouth, and finally he murmured: "Tomorrow..."

"Yes, Mom said we will stay at grandma's house for half a month. Fortunately, dad is out of isolation at this time, and Chun'er can still see dad before leaving."

Song Jinglun sighed: "Yes, fortunately, dad is out of isolation and can still see Chun'er... Chun'er, whatever you want to play with dad today, dad will play with you!"

Song Ruchun clapped her little hands happily.

"Okay, okay, daddy is the best!"

After playing with Song Ruchun for half a year, the father and daughter reluctantly separated. Song Jinglun stood on the hillside, watching Song Ruchun's little back getting further and further away, and his vision couldn't help but become blurred. At this time, a faint voice floated into his ears.

"Headmaster Song, you have made me wait for a long time just to accompany my daughter. You are so brave."

Song Jinglun whispered: "Just kill that bitch and let my daughters go. They are still young and don't understand anything. They will not hinder our plan."

"Hahaha, Master Song has done all the things he did to deceive his master and destroy his ancestors. I thought you had the nature of our demon sect, but in the end you still can't get rid of the boring feeling of family affection? I told you that achievement Nascent Soul, you can have as many children as you want, but why not give up one or two daughters?”

Song Jinglun still wanted to argue: "It's not that we can't part with them, it's just that they are our own flesh and blood after all, so just exile them, there is no need to kill them all."

"Headmaster Song, you must do things to the best of your ability, not only to others, but also to yourself! Since the red sun set in the sky, Tang Shan'er has been in despair for nearly four hundred years. It's really a good opportunity to take advantage of it. Do you know why you haven't been able to get it? Come down? Even if you have a wife and children, you will never be able to win over Tang Shan'er. Like Zhu Tianyu, who has the opportunity to merge with the dragon fire of his own veins to become a Yuanying, there is still a world of difference between you and him. Is this what you want?"

Song Jinglun couldn't help but dig his nails into his palms as he listened.

Seeing that Song Jinglun was still unable to make up his mind, the voice became colder and colder.

"Master Song, I advise you that I don't like you. But the Supreme Master likes you, otherwise I wouldn't help you to this extent. You want to disappoint the Supreme Master. I don't need to explain the consequences, right?"

Finally, after hearing this, Song Jinglun put down his resistance and sighed helplessly: "Don't let Chun'er feel pain..."

"Don't worry, I have arranged people."

After saying this, the sense of pressure disappeared immediately.

Song Jinglun had already entered the peak of the late stage, but he was still panting as if he was exhausted.

He recalled Song Ruchun's innocent smile in his head, and suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart. With a feeling in his heart, he turned into a stream of light and landed in front of Song Ruchun who was walking down the mountain step by step.

"Daddy!"

Wow!

Song Jinglun hugged the little Song Ruchun and held her tightly in his arms.

Song Ruchun's face flushed with happiness, and she asked, "Daddy, you look so strange today."

"Chun'er, if Daddy makes a mistake, will you forgive Daddy?"

Song Ruchun patted Song Jinglun's broad back with her little hand, and said in a comforting tone, "Chun'er used to make mistakes frequently, but Daddy always forgave Chun'er with a smile? If Daddy makes a mistake, Chun'er will also forgive Daddy with a smile. But Daddy, don't cry like Chun'er, it won't look good."