Female Yin felt uncomfortable.

But there is another person who is more uncomfortable than her.

And this person dared not express his discomfort.

When a player asks another player about things in another game, he doesn't dare to complain about things between players, nor does he dare to interfere too much.

At this time, a primary school student raised his hand and asked, "Has that young man gone to practice immortality with the gods?"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Jiayan's expression condensed and he immediately focused his attention quietly.

I saw the Taoist Changyao nodded slightly: "That's true!"

Zhu Jiayan also recalled the way he saw his grandmother die of illness in the hospital in high school. He couldn't help it anymore, and he also raised his hand like a primary school student and asked, "Did that young man really get immortality later?"

"Eternal life?"

Taoist Changyao laughed: "You believe that old man's words... Everyone loves to say immortality, and growth has indeed become longer, but it is not as long as everyone imagines."

"At first, the young man foolishly believed that cultivating immortality could lead to immortality. This immortality was immortality, but he never thought about why that old man was an old man? He just felt that gods all looked like that, and even without the white hair and white beard, he would look like a fake god! Later, after practicing for several months, he realized why immortals could lead to immortality, but that old man was already out of date?"

"Cultivate immortals..." Zhu Jiayan murmured.

He was a little stunned and dazed.

These two words seem to represent all beautiful fantasies, whether they are illusory or lofty, whether they are fairy wine or peerless fairy, whether they are immortal or extraordinary, all the dreams of ordinary people are in these two words.

These two words are spoken from other people, and he can only laugh at the naive person, but from this person's mouth... he really can't help but be full of longing for these two words.

Cultivating immortals...that is cultivating immortals!

At this time, he heard the Female Yin ask, "What happened later?"

"What happened later?" Taoist Changyao repeated her question. He stared at the sky with his head raised, his eyes filled with the light of memories. "Decades later, the old man died. The mortals could not imagine how he was when he died, nor had they seen him."

"old!"

"I'm so old!"

"Mortals are determined not to be like that - he is like a thin old man who has died and puts it in a ventilated place for a few years, blowing him into a mummy. His body is covered with skin and bones, like no flesh or oil. There is only a layer of skin wrapped in thin bones, full of wrinkles. His eyes have been deeply sunken, like two dark holes, and he has only a few hairs left, hanging on his scalp as thin as grass in winter..."

"He has almost exhausted his last trace of essence, and it is impossible for mortals to do that!"

"Why is it almost?"

"He can actually live for a few months, but in these months he will lose all his control over his body one after another. First, he cannot walk or move, then he will lose his vision, he will no longer see anything, and then he will hear, smell, taste..."

"Until his soul was completely trapped in this body, enduring torture in the endless darkness..."

"Yes, if someone takes care of him, he can still survive until the soul fire is completely extinguished."

"Huh!!" The Female Yin shivered, "I would rather die than do this!"

"Yes, I would rather die than do this." Taoist Changyao continued to look at the sky, "so he did not spend the last time. When he felt that he was about to get to that point, he found a place, called the young man to his side, said a few words to him, and then extinguished the fire of the soul and went to reincarnation."

The tone of Taoist Changyao was full of loneliness.

The old man was a very gentle and wise man. Although he had only lived for more than two hundred years, he understood the world very clearly. Taoist Changyao could not deny that he was greatly influenced by him, but even though he lived far longer than the old man, he was far from the old man's state of mind. The old man was also the most important person in his life that had lived for hundreds of years.

He lowered his head and saw that several elementary school students seemed to be frightened by what he described. He couldn't help but shake his head and smile.

Zhu Jiayan's heart was also greatly impacted.

He opened his mouth slightly and stared at the Taoist Changyao.

It turns out... will gods die even?

Ah no, right!

Unless the old man is an NPC like him, he should not be described as "death".

It may also be that it is "delete the account" or "reject the game".

Zhu Jiayan looked at the loneliness on the face of Changyao Taoist.

So... these big guys actually play games like him. Will they play feelings in the game?

Yes...

When he plays the game, he will occasionally be very nostalgic for a good plot character. As for developing friendships with other players in the game, it is even more common. If the character in the plot dies, he will definitely feel regretful. If the game friend suddenly withdraws from the game, he will feel regretful and even feel sad for a long time, and will feel emotion when he thinks about it from time to time.

So what is the situation?

Zhu Jiayan was thinking.

Of course, he hopes it is the first type. If these big guys will also develop feelings for NPC, this is undoubtedly a very favorable signal for him.

At this time, I heard the Taoist Changyao say, "So, nothing in this world is eternal, and there is no immortality. Even the eternal world, the bright and vast starry sky will eventually collapse one day. You little babies are still too young to feel the feeling of death coming, nor can you feel the powerlessness when everything turns into nothingness, naturally you cannot understand the meaning of life, and you do not know how to live this life."

"Why should we live in this life?"

"You don't understand, because you are too young, because you think you are still young and death is far away."

"I advise you to live your life well, understand what you want, understand what is happiness for you, and what happiness is your own, which is more important than anything else." Taoist Changyao said that he had wandered in the world for hundreds of years, and at this time he gradually became clear-headed - death may not be the gift of the Creator to mankind, and what is worth pursuing is definitely not eternal life, but this short life that people have.

Several elementary school students blinked and looked at him.

Female Yin also blinked and looked at him.

Zhu Jiayan thought about it, but he quickly threw this sentence away.

Seeing this, Taoist Changyao couldn't help but shake his head—

Some words really make no sense by just saying it.

Cheng Yun, Cheng Yan and Tang Qingying looked at each other, and then glanced at the Taoist Changyao again.

Tang Qingying said with a strange expression: "This sentence comes from Uncle San's mouth... Why do I feel so strange?"

Cheng Yan said lightly: "It is not only mental retardation that is called mental illness. Some mental illnesses have a higher IQ than ordinary people, but they just went astray somewhere."

"I suddenly remembered Hannibal..." Cheng Yun complained with them.

"I'm glad that Uncle Third is not that kind, ah, Sister Yin Dan is not that kind," said Tang Qingying.

"Woo?"

"Hannibal is an ogre, specializing in eating his own kind." Cheng Yun lowered his head and said to the little luoli with his little head tilted.

At this time, Feng Han and Lin Yuanwu walked out.

Seeing Cheng Yun and the other two leaning against the door and looking outside as if watching the fun, they were also a little curious. They leaned over and took a look. At first glance, they saw Zhu Jiayan standing on the sidewalk, mingling among a group of elementary school students carrying schoolbags, staring at the Taoist Changyao.

At the same time, there is a female Yin sitting on a small bench among the primary school students.

It happened that the Taoist Changyao waved his hand and said, "Okay, okay, that's all today. Tomorrow, I will tell you the story of the young man practicing immortality with the old man and practicing along the way."

A little girl said, "I want to listen to him falling in love with the monster!"

A little boy said, "I want to listen to him fighting with monsters, and also fight with Sun Wukong."

The Daoist Changyao turned black and kept wavering his hands: "Go and go! Go back to do your homework, remember to buy Guokui tomorrow!"

The faces of all the primary school students suddenly collapsed—

“Ah~~”

Taoist Changyao also glanced at the little fat man. The little fat man quickly shrank his head and ran away with his schoolbag on his back, for fear that Changyao would remind him to bring enough money next time.

But the Taoist Changyao just smiled and didn't say anything.

Other primary school students gradually dispersed.

Zhu Jiayan specially left a mouthful of Guokui and nodded politely to Taoist Changyao. Seeing that all the primary school students had left, Female Yin got up and picked up the small stool to enter the house. He rushed over and said, "I'll do it, I'll do it..."

The Female Yin almost thought that he was coming to grab his small stool and kicked it like a conditioned reflex. Fortunately, he held it back, but he stared at him inexplicably.

"I'll take it, I'll help you..." Zhu Jiayan took her small stool.

"This person is afraid he is..." Female Yin's head was full of questions.

Zhu Jiayan picked up the small stool and walked into the house. Then he saw the few people surrounding the door and was stunned.

He nodded to Cheng Yun first and said, "Good afternoon, boss!"

Cheng Yun also smiled slightly: "Good afternoon."

Somehow, he always felt that this child was not very smart, but he was very clever when he saw him during the Chinese New Year.

At this time, Lin Yuanwu asked, "You have been buying a Guokui for an hour. What are you doing?"

Feng Han also whispered to Guokui: "What are you doing?"

"Oh, I'm listening to Uncle San telling a story." Zhu Jiayan stuffed the last bit of Guo Kui into his mouth, hurried into the front desk, and stammered while chewing, "I came down to buy Guo Kui and heard Uncle San telling a story. It was very interesting, so I stood and listened for a while."

"What story?"

"The story of cultivating immortals..."

"Puff!" Lin Yuanwu couldn't help but smile.

"When did you become so naive? Why are you interested in such a story of gods and ghosts on the roadside?" Feng Han asked in confusion.

"Uncle San is well-instructed!" Zhu Jiayan didn't know if Taoist Changyao at the door could hear it.
To be continued...