I am in the world of immortal cultivation

Qin Shu watched as a piece of spiritual rice fell where Xiaodai passed, and then watched as Xiaodai No. 2 sucked up all the spiritual rice and was held together by its six arms.

When all six arms could no longer hold it, he put Lingmi aside and came back for a second hug.

Meng Liang swallowed what he said, and Manjia jumped up and down excitedly.

"Sister! So awesome!"

Qin Shu winked at him and said, "This is called technology changing life."

Meng Liang listened and became more determined to leave with Qin Shu. He couldn't even understand the female cultivator's speech, let alone Manjia.

He has only been away from the world for tens of thousands of years, but now he can't even understand what they are saying.

However, what he didn't know was that no one in today's world of immortality could understand these words.

After a day's work, they met Granny Zhao again on the way back. She promised them apologetically that she would bring Ah Lian the next day.

Manjia was still keeping tabs on her, telling her it didn't matter, they could wait.

But after saying goodbye to Granny Zhao, Meng Liangcai told Manjia, "Manjia, we may never see Granny Zhao again."

Manjia was startled, her originally cheerful steps stopped, and she looked up at him, her dark eyes filled with tears.

"Dad, why?"

Meng Liang raised his hand and touched his head, "We are leaving here."

Manjia's face was a little tangled. He wanted to leave, but he couldn't bear to leave these villagers.

"Dad, can't we leave with Granny Zhao and the others?"

Meng Liang shook his head, "They have their own lives."

Manjia didn't understand that he had been living the same life these years.

He was hatched three hundred years ago, and for the past three hundred years, he didn't understand what his own life was. In his opinion, all lives were like this.

Meng Liang sighed, raised his arms and hugged him, and said to him: "Manjia, dad never taught you anything before, but today he wants you to remember it. When we come to this world, the first thing we have to learn is to say goodbye. ”

"Farewell?" Manjia looked into his eyes, her dark eyes full of doubts.

Meng Liang explained to him: "It means separation."

Manjia asked again: "Then will we meet again?"

"Maybe, maybe not."

He learned more in one day today than Manjia had learned in the past three hundred years. He was still confused until he returned to the house.

The next day he was not as active as before.

But on the third day, those folks were different from before.

Early in the morning, Granny Zhao knocked on Meng Liang's door.

"Manjia! Manjia's father!"

Meng Liang pushed the door open and went out. Qin Shu, who was sitting on the roof, also opened her eyes and saw Granny Zhao standing at the door holding a jar.

Seeing Meng Liang come out, she smiled and said: "Dad Manjia, I heard that you two are going out? I steamed a few more steamed buns and the glutinous rice that Manjia likes. I also Steam some and wrap it in leaves. It’s delicious! You can take it to your child and let him eat it on the road.”

Meng Liang took it, looking a little confused.

Granny Zhao continued: "By the way, when will you and your son come back this time? The autumn harvest is just in time. Can you be busy? If not, I will ask the village chief to bring a few people to help you harvest it." . You are a grown man with a child, it will be really busy.”

Three days have passed, and this is the first time Qin Shu has heard them speak different words.

There was a sudden thump in her heart, and she felt the taste of parting.

Meng Liang thanked her and said that he would be gone for a long time this time. He had already collected the spirit rice and put it in the next room for them to eat every bit.

Granny Zhao's brows furrowed, "It's been so long... I haven't seen Alian yet. When you come back next time, it's probably time for Alian to get married."

Meng Liang smiled and said, "Maybe I will have found a mother for Manjia by then?"

When Granny Zhao heard this, she immediately smiled and said, "That's what you said. If you go out for a walk, you will have more chances of meeting the right person."

Just as they were talking, Qin Shu's jade slip also came with a fluctuation. Looking at the sky that had just broken, it seemed that the Lord of Hell had worked overtime all night and was just free now.

She opened the jade slip and took a look, and saw the message from the Lord of Hell, "You can enter reincarnation, but our ghost world can't control the world of immortality. If they want to be reincarnated in the world of immortality, they have to look at their merits and merits in this life. A little bit of luck…”

Qin Shu raised her head and happened to see Meng Liang seeing off Granny Zhao, so she floated down from the roof and relayed the words of the King of Hell to him word for word.

Meng Liang thought for a while and finally agreed.

"Their souls were really weak back then. After being raised here for many years, they have become much more solidified now. Reincarnation is a safer arrangement. What should I do?"

Qin Shu told him the solution she got from the Lord of Hell, "What the Lord of Hell means is that he directly cast a spell to open a ghost gate in this world, and sent Black and White Wuchang to guide him."

After Qin Shu finished speaking, she added: "If there are those with high soul power among them who still have memories after drinking Meng Po soup, they may be able to turn into ghost cultivators. Then it will be up to them to make their own choices."

Meng Liang nodded slightly, called Manjia up, tidied up, and went to work in the fields as usual.

It's just that every villager they met on the road today waved to them from a distance and did not come over.

Manjia held Grandma Zhao's pot of steamed buns and glutinous rice in her arms, followed her father, and left the village where he grew up, looking back three times.

There was only the last bit of spiritual rice left today. Meng Liang packed up the last bit of spiritual rice, raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and looked at the sunset on the horizon.

The next moment, a gust of breeze blew by, making my body feel dry and the smell of sweat dissipated.

He raised his eyes and looked at Qin Shu. Qin Shu took back her hand and said, "You have stayed here for a long time. You still need to adapt to a world where magic can be used everywhere."

Meng Liang didn't say anything, so Qin Shu took it as his acquiescence.

Qin Shu also put away her few little puppets and looked at the setting sun slowly setting in the sky before disappearing in a moment. The dark wind around her had already started to blow.

Qin Shu glanced at Meng Liang and said, "It's your turn to send them on their last journey."

This is Meng Liang's small world at this time, and even the King of Hell cannot enter.

Meng Liang raised his hand to open the barrier, and the dark wind around him suddenly howled, and then a thick and gloomy stone door slowly emerged in the air wrapped in the dark energy.

Qin Shu just clicked her tongue twice when she saw the ghost door being pushed open from the inside.