Summon the Mahayana Shadow Corps to establish the Shura Hall.

Xie Gu's parents learned that their son had saved an immortal.

While overjoyed, he begged Mo Xin to accept Xie Gu as an apprentice.

This was exactly what Mosin's idea was, and he agreed to accept Xiegu.

But the young Xie Gu shouted that he didn't want to worship a teacher, he didn't want to become an immortal.

In the end, he was forcibly kneeled three times by his parents and worshiped Mo Xin.

"Let's go."

After Mo Xin recovered from his injuries, he took Xie Gu away, he knew.

When you learn the Dharma and embark on the path of cultivation, you will know.

How right this decision is today.

Xie Gu looked back at the location of his hometown all the way, and his eyes were full of longing.

Looking at Xie Gu's eyes that never forget.

Mosin couldn't help but think of decades of scenes.

What kind of eyes did the father use to bid farewell to himself at that time?

He couldn't remember, and he didn't want to.

Back at the mountain gate.

It is gratifying that Xie Gu's physique can cultivate immortals, but the bad news is the lowest physique.

After checking his physique, Xie Gu asked.

"Master, can I really cultivate into an immortal? Have you ever seen an immortal?

Without thinking, Mo Xin pointed to the highest part of the mountain gate and said,

"Ancestor Master Fire Dragon Venerable, now in the period of Transformation God, with a life expectancy of thousands of years, boundless mana, can be called an immortal."

The ignorant Xie Gu nodded and said

, "Oh, I want to become a figure like Grandmaster."

After entering the Immortal Gate, Xie Gu began to cultivate hard.

But his physique was already poor and his progress was slow.

In order to help his apprentice improve the root bone.

Mosin's tireless travels around the world in search of rare treasures.

"Brother Xie, is there really an immortal in this world?"

A girl in a floral dress asked in a low voice.

Her name is Yun Qian, and she is the daughter of the mayor of the mortal town under the Xianmen Mountain.

Mo Xin glanced up, towering over the mountain, and said firmly:

"Yes."

Yun Qian smiled, and his gaze fell on Xie Gu very gently.

Ten years have passed.

In the dull, Xie Gu married Yun Qian.

Red lanterns, red joy posts, and red drapery hung all over the Yunfu.

Mo Xin looked at the beaming Xie Gu, and a smile appeared on his long tense face.

But the good life didn't last long.

Three years later.

Strong enemies come and bring killing and death.

The division paid a heavy price, and even the Fire Dragon Venerable fell, only to barely repel the strong enemy.

"Master, the Immortal Dao is ruthless, why did you take me on the road of seeking immortals and asking the Dao!"

Xie Gu held the remains of his wife and daughter, crying blood and asking like a madman.

Mosin, who paid a great price to kill a strong enemy, was silent.

He found himself for the first time, unable to answer his apprentice's question.

After the Great War.

Xie Gu is gone and returns to the hometown where he was born and raised.

A hundred years later.

Mo Xin broke through the Yuan Infant Period, and the Shouyuan rose sharply, becoming one of the many Yuan Infant cultivators in the mountain gate.

On a whim, he came to the mountains and saw the dying Xie Gu.

"Master, you are still as beautiful as when I first saw you."

Xie Gu's eyes were cloudy, and he looked at the immortal-god-like master in front of him, and muttered,

"But I'm about to die."

Mo Xin flipped his hand and took out a bottle of Longevity Pill and fed it to Xie Gu's mouth.

Bah!

Xie Gu turned his head and vomited, and the incomparably precious Longevity Pill rolled on the ground.

Fall into the kennel.

The eyes of the black dog chained by the iron chain lit up, and he stuck out his tongue and ate the longevity pill.

"Why not eat? Longevity Pill can give you an extra fifty years.

Mo Xin withdrew his hand and asked puzzled.

When Xie Gu heard this, he raised his head and laughed:

"When my wife and daughter die, I should already die, instead of surviving in the world!"

Mosin's breath was choked, he knew that people with dead intentions had no hope of survival.

No panacea can save such a person.

But why not live?

Why give up!

"Master, is it the immortal path that is ruthless, or is it that people who embark on the path of cultivation must be ruthless in order to become immortals? What exactly is Xiu Immortal Seeking? To ask for such pain?

Xie Gu leaned back on the recliner, looked at the bright spring-like sky, and asked flatly.

Mosins felt as if he had returned to the day when the Great War ended.

Xie Gu held the remains of his wife and daughter and roared at him with weeping blood.

This time, although the sound was not loud, it pierced deeper into the heart.

Mosin, feeling something in his heart, wanted to say it all.

But it's still a little close, so I can't say it in my chest.

Xie Gu looked at Mo Xin, and smiled with all his last strength: "

Master, you hurt me, I failed you, let's clear both."

He's dead.

Mo Xin buried his disciple with his own hands, turned around and returned to the mountain gate to continue cultivating.

He wants to go to the end of his cultivation, rank in the immortal class, and prove that he is right.

Three hundred years later.

In the early years, the secret injury was sudden, and Mo Xin's life was greatly reduced, plus he could not break through the Yuan Infant Realm late.

He's dead.

Die on the immortal path that he is pursuing so hard.

......

"Xin'er, what are you doing standing here stupidly?"

A majestic voice came from behind.

Moxin turned his head, looked at his father, and said seriously:

"Father, I don't regret it."

Mo Zhuangcheng's mouth was open and did not speak.

His skin aged rapidly and lost its luster.

The surrounding scenery changes, the funeral banner hangs high, and the spiritual hall is solemn.

In the coffin, lying Mo Zhuangcheng, who closed his eyes tightly and exuded a dead aura.

Xie Gu, who was dressed in filial clothing, stood up, he hugged the remnants of his wife and daughter, and wailed and shouted:

"Mo Xin, you accuse me of cultivating immortals."

It is easy to say that the sky is falling, and it is easy to cultivate immortals.

But why don't you tell me that cultivators have to go through so much pain!" Xie

Gu ran forward, and the closer his body was to Mosin, the younger he became.

It ended up as a child when Mosin's first time he met him.

Xie Gu struck Mo Xin again and again with his immature fist, crying:

"You return my father, you return my mother, you return me Qian'er, you return my family."

Mo Xin slowly grabbed Xie Gu's hand and said gently:

"Apprentice, don't hate, the wind will not end, the rain will not end, and the sun will rise tomorrow."

Say the words.

Mo Xin felt his soul tremble, as if there was something unpleasant.

He looked up at this piece of sky, opened his hands as if he was about to embrace his arms, and said in an excited and firm tone:

"I Moxin Xiu is low, I don't know what the end of the fairy road is, I don't know what the avenue is!"

My faith is no regrets! Failure without regret! No regrets! Pain without regret!

The road is vast, I will seek up and down, and I will not regret in my life, and I will not regret death! A

force poured into Mosin's heart and made him feel renewed.

The surrounding scenery changes.

Heaven and earth turned white.

Mo Zhuangcheng and Xie Gu stood on the edge.

One person nodded his head, and the other bent down to salute.

"Xin'er, I wish you never forget the teenager!"

"Master, I wish you never regret the avenue!"

Mo Xin looked at the two figures, closed his eyes, and whispered:

"I'm at the end, and I'll tell you about the scenery of this life."

Ye Tian's heart moved, and his eyes turned to Mo Xin, who ascended the ladder, revealing a hint of a smile.

"Nice seedling"

climbed the ladder to torture the soul, but only copied the words.

Even the best seedlings will be destroyed.

After all, this was a holy artifact of the ninth rank of the Holy Level.

These cultivators who didn't even have a holy realm could not compete at all.

Therefore, after testing the cultivator with the illusion, he must also make a force to repair the mind and enhance the divine soul.

"The Taoist heart of these seedlings may be naïve, perhaps laughing, or high, paranoid, or narrow-minded.

But all things are born differently, and you can only take one scoop for three thousand weak water.

The best is the best.

Ye Tian's gaze swept over the cultivators who ascended the heavenly ladder and said softly.