The raging white red sky fire instantly stopped in mid-air and fell to the ghost-shooting banner.

In the stone cave retreat room, Old Master Jiang raised his lower eyelids, and a strange light flashed in his eyes, and his expression was shocked.

Xiao Ran!?

For many years, no one dared to call him that.

Perhaps it was after he started a family in the foundation-building realm, or perhaps it was when he stepped onto the golden elixir and became one of the elders. He could not remember anyone calling him that.

Since he became a Nascent Soul cultivator, for five or six hundred years, the Penglai Immortal Sect has only the only respectful title of "Zhen Lao Zu". It has been so long that even his name is almost forgotten.

The ghost in this ghost banner was actually calling his nickname.

"Who are you?"

When Old Master Jiang heard the girl's slightly childish voice, he always felt familiar.

He searched deep in his memory, through the traces of nearly a thousand years, and from thousands of figures coming to search for the source of this vague and familiar sound memory.

Suddenly, a familiar figure jumped out clearly from his long-standing childhood memories. In Penglai Immortal Sect, it was an innocent girl like an elf in the valley, pure and flawless.

"Luyi!"

Old Master Jiang suddenly woke up from his memory in shock, unbelievable.

"Bang!"

On the top of the sacred mountain, the heavy stone door in the seclusion stone chamber was pushed open with a bang.

Su Chen was pressed on the ground by heavy pressure, and he couldn't help but look up and looked towards the stone cave in surprise. Did the ancestor Jiang actually know Zhuang Luyi?

An old man with white beard and golden robe with a tall figure, vaguely visible Yushu in his youth, walked out of the retreat room.

His face looked extremely old, with a wrinkled face that turned red with excitement, and tears flashed in his eyes.

Old Ancestor Jiang looked extremely expectant, but worried and disappointed. He looked nervously at the ghost-torming banner and said, "Sister Lu Yi! Is it you? Are you still alive?"

The ghost-striking banner shook in the air, and a magical figure of a girl's soul was transformed into.

"I'm scared to death! Fortunately, Xiao Ran, you are here. If you meet other Yuanying Ancestor and Elder Jindan, I will not be able to save my life!"

Zhuang Luyi looked around curiously and found that only the ancestor Jiang, Su Chen, Wu Qiao and others were there. She patted her chest guiltily and sat down on a stone chair under the fairy peach tree.

Although she was once from the Penglai Immortal Sect, the cultivators in the Immortal Sect have no friendship with her now, and she is also very afraid. She rushed out and killed her after a disagreement.

It's her indeed!

Old Zu Jiang suddenly opened his eyes wide and his divine appearance trembled slightly.

It was the familiar figure thousands of years ago.

Jiang Dongran looked at Zhuang Luyi's phantom, tears appeared in her eyes, and she looked dazed, and she was instantly immersed in the past that had been sealed for nearly a thousand years.

At that time, he was an ignorant boy in his teens from the Jiang family of the Penglai Immortal Sect. He received strict training from the aristocratic family since he was a child, was reserved and practiced step by step, and did not dare to cross the slightest.

Once, he followed the elders of the Jiang family to visit the Zhuang family of the same clan for some reason, and accidentally met Zhuang Luyi, the 14- or 15-year-old girl from the Zhuang family.

The Zhuang family loved Zhuang Luyi very much. She could not see the restraint, innocence and innocence that the disciples of the aristocratic family should have. She was even more eccentric and naughty. She did whatever she wanted. Even if it caused trouble, the head of the Zhuang family, as the elder of the Jindan, never ignored it.

He was shocked at the sight of the gods, extremely surprised and admirable, and often sneaked out to play in the Immortal Sect with Zhuang Luyi. Many young men and women of the same age were surrounded by Zhuang Luyi.

From then on, he was confused and left an unforgettable and wonderful figure in his heart.

However, within two years, Zhuang Luyi disappeared from Penglai Immortal Sect and never appeared again.

Jiang Dongran's dream of Nan Ke died early. At first, he thought that Zhuang Luyi was going out to practice, so he worked hard to practice hard just to see her again. The family arranged a marriage for him, but he kept silently refusing to agree.

But later, Jiang Dongran found out from the Zhuang family that Zhuang Luyi was born with illness, and even if the Zhuang family had thousands of means, she could not save her life. In the last period of her life, the head of the Zhuang family took her to seclusion in the mortal world and had already passed away.

He received this bad news and even grieved for many years. It was the first time he knew the meaning of death and the pain of eternal separation, which was like a heart-wrenching pain.

But life still has to be lived.

After Jiang Dongran entered the foundation-building realm, under the arrangement of the family, he became a marriage with another aristocratic daughter, gave birth to children, and lived a stable life as usual.

Every day of time passes ruthlessly.

For more than a hundred years, he set foot on the Golden Pill Avenue and ranked among the 200 Golden Pill Elders in Penglai and inherited the position of the chief of the Jiang family. In the next few hundred years, his parents, wives, descendants, relatives, friends and old friends, and those familiar faces passed away one by one.

More than three hundred years later, he firmly entered the realm of the Nascent Soul and became one of the only several ancestors in Penglai. Over the next few hundred years, he could not even remember those vague faces of relatives who passed on to the last generation.

Life and death are inseparable for thousands of years, and you will never forget it without thinking about it.

A lonely grave that has nowhere to talk about desolation.

Even if we meet, we will not recognize each other, and our faces will be covered with dust and our temples will be like frost.

He often stands on the top of the sacred mountain of Penglai Immortal Sect, looking at the vast Penglai Immortal Sect, and looking at the changes in this world.

The vast world has changed, except for the countless spiritual mountains of Penglai Immortal Sect that have not changed for thousands of years. Countless immortal cultivators come and go, making them lively, but eventually they drift away with the wind and have all left.

Jiang Dongran couldn't remember how many old friends in Penglai Immortal Sect had sent away.

He is the only one left on this path of immortal cultivation, and a few ancestors are moving forward alone.

Now, he is about to die in a thousand-year-old birthday, and he is afraid that he will die in a few decades.

Today, I can see my old friend Zhuang Luyi, a thousand years ago.

Jiang Dongran's expression was moved, her eyes were red, and a few tears fell.

Before he passed away, he could still see his old friend he admired when he was a young man, and he had no regrets in his heart.

Zhuang Luyi sat on the stone chair, crossing her legs like an elder sister, and carefully looked at the old ancestor Jiang Dongran in front of her. She still had the shadow of the restrained boy a few thousand years ago.

It was just strange, why did his eyes look red and he was about to cry?

Zhuang Luyi said in surprise: "Hey, I haven't seen you for a thousand years. Xiao Ran, you have become an old man, why do you cry? You have actually cultivated into the Nascent Soul and become the Penglai Ancestor. It's amazing! My sister really admires you!"

Back then, Jiang Dongran was a timid and reserved boy from a noble family. The little kid who was following her butt was teased and cried. In order to be able to play with her, she even learned to deceive her parents, and she sneaked out of the house under the name of spells.

Jiang Dongran couldn't help but smile bitterly.

When you get old, you are always prone to being sad about the scenery and thinking about the past, and feeling sad when you are old.

He sat down under the Wannian Ling peach tree, and shook his head and said, "Oh, the family disciplined strictly since childhood, and did not dare to slack off at all. He practiced every day and endured a Nascent Soul Realm cultivation level. Sister Lu Yi, I heard from the Zhuang family that you passed away a thousand years ago! How could you survive until now?"

Zhuang Luyi snorted, glanced at Old Ancestor Jiang, and said dissatisfiedly: "Of course I have died long ago. My father used a piece of eternal ice to freeze in the water cave. He came again and somehow, but he actually came back to life and became a ghost cultivator. He finally returned to the sect, but he almost killed him by you. When you met, you wanted to kill me and scared me to death, aren't you afraid of leaving a demonic obstacle in your heart?"

"Sister Lu Yi, if I knew it was you, how could I have the idea of ​​hurting you? If I had a way, even if I could do anything, I would save you and become a human race again. But you became a ghost race, and your soul was polluted by ghost energy. Apart from reincarnation and reincarnation, there was no other way to let you return to the human race.

But this reincarnation will also be erased from memory, which is equivalent to a complete rebirth. Unless you reach the realm of transformation of gods, you can slightly retain a small amount of memories from your previous life and not completely erased."

Jiang Dongran smiled bitterly again and sighed.

If he had known that Zhuang Luyi was inside the ghost banner, how could he say the words he had killed her before?

However, Zhuang Luyi's soul polluted the ghost energy and eventually became a ghost cultivator. After all, it is different from the human cultivator. This transformation is irreversible.

"Sister Lu Yi, what's going on with this person? How could you be sealed in his ghost-torming banner?"

Old Ancestor Jiang glanced at Su Chen indifferently and asked.

"After I was born, I accidentally bumped into a young cultivator of Penglai Immortal Sect, fought with him, defeated him, and then used his banner to stop. Otherwise, I would have no place to hide as a ghost cultivator in the Golden Pill."

Zhuang Luyi glanced at Su Chen, bragging without blushing, not mentioning her dignified Golden Pill Ghost Cultivator, but was defeated by the foundation-building monk and captured and sealed alive.

That's too shameful and incredible.

To be honest, when she was first sealed by Su Chen with the ghost-striking banner, she hated her so much that she wanted to kill him immediately.

But in the next few months, Su Chen often went out to sea to hunt some sea monsters for her, and asked her to practice in the ghost-striking banner, which was no worse than the treatment she worked hard to obtain energy for cultivation.

She thought again and said, this was good, and she had a place to live, so she would not delay her practice.

It is certainly easy to practice alone in the Immortal Cultivation World in Shenzhou without any restrictions. However, her ghost energy is too strong and she is easily exposed to her identity. She is inevitably chased by other Immortal Cultivators. Maybe she will run into some Golden Pill Cultivators and will be destroyed by others. Not everyone will let her survive.

With Su Chen, the foundation-building disciple of Penglai Immortal Sect, she was hidden in the banner, and was isolated and protected by the two auras of gourd and Sumeru Ring, she was safer, and even the Golden Elder could not find it.

If she hadn't met Jiang Dongran, the ancestor of Nascent Soul with a terrifying cultivation, her aura would not have been discovered and she would have been exposed.

"Oh, so that's it."

Old Ancestor Jiang nodded slightly, his expression relaxed slightly, lifting the heavy pressure on Su Chen. Zhuang Luyi's words sounded reasonable and there was nothing wrong with it.

"Thank you, Ancestor!"

Su Chen suddenly felt a lighter on his body, and he breathed a sigh of relief. He quickly stood up, stayed aside honestly, and did not dare to speak casually.

Old Master Jiang and Zhuang Luyi know each other, but they won’t do anything to her.

But he had no friendship with the ancestor, who knew what this ancestor Jiang would do to him?

Old Master Jiang was silent for a while and thought about how to deal with this matter. He wanted Zhuang Luyi to stay, but this was not a long-term solution.

As the ancestor of Penglai, he certainly did not care about the eyes of others and gave him shelter.

But after decades of his life, his life was dead, and the lights were gone. After all, he could not protect Zhuang Luyi, who was a ghost cultivator of the Golden Pill.

After his death, the other ancestors should come back. They have no friendship with Zhuang Luyi. Even if they are for his sake, they will not make things difficult for her. But being monitored by others will not feel uncomfortable.

After all, this Penglai Immortal Sect is not Zhuang Luyi's long-term stay.

You have to think of another way and make proper arrangements.
Chapter completed!