To Cultivate Immortality, You Need Luck

Chapter 244 Fallen leaves return to their roots

"The meeting between Ge Xia and Han Dong'er is not just Ge Xia's long-cherished wish. It would be a comfort if Han Dong'er could meet Ge Xia before his death and have relatives to see him off."

Kong Jiao said with emotion.

Han Donger's talent is not inferior to that of her father Han Xi.

If she hadn't wanted to die today, she might not have been able to survive in the future.

But when she thought of the skills she practiced, Kong Jiao shook her head again and could only say three regrets in a row.

Huode Sect is located in Chixi Prefecture.

Since the family was exterminated more than 20 years ago, it has long been in ruins and overgrown with weeds.

The treasures inside that have not yet been plundered have been searched for by the monks who have been coming to hunt for treasures in an endless stream over the years.

It took almost half a day.

It was almost sunset when Huangfu Wuqin brought Han Donger to the old site of Huodezong.

The setting sun shone on this desolate ruins, and almost no one could be seen.

After Han Dong'er arrived at Huode Sect, she stepped into the mountain gate step by step, and disappeared into the darkness of the dilapidated building while holding her old woman's body.

Huangfu Wuqin did not follow Han Dong'er into it, but waited outside the broken mountain gate, leaving the last time to Han Dong'er.

Although Huangfu Wuqin is usually domineering, she is also a woman with delicate thoughts.

Knowing that at this time, Han Donger wanted to be alone.

Sitting facing the setting sun, Huangfu Wuqin's beautiful figure stopped on the steps in front of the broken Huodezong Mountain Gate. He looked at the setting sun and held his little face, silently counting the time in his heart.

When the day's time mentioned by Kong Jiao was up, she went to collect Han Dong'er's body.

Two hours after Huangfu Wuqin arrived at the Huodezong site.

Kong Jiao, who was sweating profusely and panting heavily, followed the night to the outside of the Huodezong ruins.

He didn't waste a moment and arrived two hours behind Huangfu Wuqin. One can imagine how fast the latter was.

I haven't had time to wipe the sweat off my face.

Kong Jiao then entered the mountain from the side of Huodezong based on Gexia's memory.

He didn't dare to go through the main entrance.

"If Junior Sister Huangfu sees it, there will be another round of nagging." Kong Jiao shook his head and entered the Huode Sect along the mountain gate that had been smashed many years ago.

Without the protection of the formation, Huode Sect could enter the mountain from all directions.

Kong Jiao has the blessing of virtual vision, which does not affect his vision at all in the night.

In addition, he has the memory of Ge Xia and Han Dong'er living in Huodezong, so he probably knows where Han Dong'er will go.

So it took less than half an hour to find Han Donger in this ruins.

She walked alone into the back mountain of the inner gate of Huode Sect and stepped into the small courtyard where she had grown up and lived.

Along the way, she looked left and right, although she could no longer see clearly the mountains, rivers and remnants in the darkness.

But she has memories of every place in her mind.

It was like going back to the time when she was a child before the Huode Sect was broken down many years ago.

She walked and walked, and finally stopped in the center of the small courtyard. Han Dong'er followed her memory and dragged out a wooden horse from the corner.

She seemed to be tired, all her cultivation was gone, her body had aged a hundred years in an instant, and she was breathing heavily from such a simple movement.

She simply stopped moving, her withered body sitting on the wooden horse, swaying lonely in the night.

The biting night wind was still blowing over his body from the courtyard, quietly waiting for death to come.

Kong Jiao, who was hiding in the darkness, was actually not far away from Han Dong'er, only ten feet away.

At such a close distance, with Han Donger's previous cultivation level, she might have noticed him a long time ago.

But now she didn't notice the slightest difference.

Kong Jiao looked at Han Dong'er silently. The wooden horse she was sitting on was built by Ge Xia for him when she was young.

It uses the finest spiritual wood, which was also Han Donger's favorite toy when she was young.

"Alas!" Time passed. Kong Jiao originally thought that he had been freed from the influence of Ge Xia's memory, but seeing this scene, he still had mixed feelings in his heart.

But Kong Jiao knew very well what she was here for, and thought silently: "We can't delay any longer. If she keeps waiting, her last bit of life will be exhausted."

Returning to the soul in one day is a secret technique he used.

From this distance, he could clearly sense the passage of life in Han Donger's body.

The power of the forty ice needles he inserted into her body had drained her of the last traces of life.

Han Dong'er only had less than an hour left.

After thinking about this, Kong Jiao suppressed his emotions and used the soul-calming bell.

Ding! Then an inaudible silver bell sounded in the darkness.

Ge Xia's soul was pulled by the soul-suppressing bell and injected into Xian Yu Yanhe's body.

The palm-born powerful man opened his eyes in the corpse, and seemed to feel what kind of place he was here. It was as cruel as him, and there was a trace of pain in his pupils.

Of course, he immediately saw Han Donger's figure sitting on the wooden horse.

Although the latter has changed beyond recognition.

Ge Xia recognized her identity at first sight, after all, she was the child he raised.

At this time, Kong Jiao also let go of the control of the soul-suppressing bell, looked at the figure parked in the courtyard, and said softly to Ge Xia: "Go!"

Ge Xia was silent. He did not stand up immediately, but glanced at Kong Jiao and the Soul-Calming Bell above his head.

Kong Jiao understood immediately, gently took off the soul-suppressing bell and put it into Ge Xia's arms.

Ge Xia nodded and used the power of his soul to change Xian Yu Yanhe's clothes, which were full of rich Miao colors, into a red robe.

Then he wiped it on his face.

The gloomy face of the corpse has changed into what it looked like before Gexia's death, and the evil spirit between the eyebrows and eyes is vivid.

At this point, Ge Xia slowly walked out of the hiding place under Kong Jiao's gaze and stepped towards Han Dong'er step by step.

He walked slowly, like an ordinary old man, walking out of his home to meet his granddaughter.

His footsteps were not concealed, and it was obvious that he was deliberately letting Han Dong'er, who had lost all his cultivation, hear them.

The latter's body stiffened as he sat on the wooden horse, and then he slowly turned around.

Kong Jiao saw the overflow of emotion for the first time from Han Donger's withered face.

"Old guy, it turns out you're not dead."

Han Donger's voice sounded like an old man.

"Hey!" Ge Xia smiled kindly. This old man would only smile when facing Han Dong'er. He didn't explain anything.

He didn't ask any more questions because of Han Dong'er's current appearance. He seemed to have guessed what Han Dong'er had done the moment he was pulled out of the Soul-Calming Bell by Kong Jiao.

"I saw my father." Han Dong'er seemed to have forgotten her current state. She was like an ordinary girl facing her elders, describing what she had seen and heard during the time after they separated.

Ge Xia listened silently and nodded slightly.

At this point, Kong Jiao stopped spying on the final reunion scene of the two grandfathers and grandsons, and silently exited the courtyard, leaving the last time to them.

In the small courtyard, Han Dong'er and Ge Xia both tacitly avoided the topic of why the former became like this.

It also seemed that he had forgotten that Han Donger was not going to die soon.

Han Dong'er was like a woman from an ordinary family, nagging her grandfather non-stop, her eyes showing hidden happiness.

Ge Xia echoed from time to time, and laughed heartily when talking about Han Dong'er's childhood embarrassment.

Time passes unconsciously.

In the night wind, the light in Han Donger's eyes became darker and darker, and her voice became weaker and weaker.

The withered body even shook a little while sitting on the wooden horse.

Ge Xia gently lifted her up and put her head on his back, just like Han Dong'er rode on his back and played when he was a child.

Even at this level, Han Donger kept talking, and in the end it was almost impossible to hear what she was saying.

call! The mountain wind became stronger at night, blowing Han Dong'er's white hair to the ground.

Han Donger's last voice, as thin as a mosquito's nagging, also stopped.

She just leaned on Ge Xia's back and made no sound.

This murderous man who once ambushed many disciples of the sect, caused countless monks in Wudong to bleed, and was recorded on the reward lists of various sects, was the Soul-Suppressing Sword Han Donger.

In the childhood courtyard where she grew up, fallen leaves return to their roots.

Ge Xia silently carried Han Dong'er's body, like a sculpture, squatting quietly in the small courtyard, the evil spirit in his eyebrows disappearing, just like an ordinary old man.

(End of chapter)