She died, Ning Gu was heartbroken, Ning Fan could understand it a little bit...

"I clearly left some life-extending elixir...didn't she take it? If she had taken it, she wouldn't have died."

"How could she be willing to eat those good things? She had already taken them without telling me... She is a good woman..." The old man was heartbroken.

On the day An Ran died, Ning Gu lost his energy and cultivation by himself.

He originally had magic power and would not age so quickly, but without his magic power, he immediately aged rapidly and his life span was running out.

As long as he sees Ning Fan again, Ning Gu will die with An An.

"Brother, I'm sorry...I can't accompany you on this path of cultivation..."

"What are you talking about? If you don't want to cultivate, how can I force you? Get up and take me to see An Ran's grave."

Ning Fan pushed open the wood door, helped Ning Gu up, and sighed slightly.

He understands Ning Gu and knows what Ning Gu is thinking at this moment.

He knew that when this stupid brother saw him, he had fulfilled his last wish and wanted to die.

Ning Fan didn't stop him, but he knew he couldn't.

But there is one more thing he can do for Ning Gu, and that thing can still allow him to live a happy and ordinary life.

"Okay, brother, I'll take you to see An Ran!"

Behind the house stood a low grave mound, with a wooden tablet erected in front of it.

The grave of my beloved wife An Ran...

Ning Gu took out some incense candles and paper money from the house and lit them in front of An Ran's grave.

He also took out two wine jars and drank with Ning Fan.

The wine is camellia wine from Ping'an Village. It has a light floral aroma and very little alcoholic strength. It is gentle and not spicy when it enters the throat.

Ning Fan stood in front of An Ran's grave, holding the wine jar in one hand and taking a big sip.

Ning Gu didn't drink, he just looked at An Ran's grave and smiled sadly.

"Brother, how have you been living these years? Are you happy practicing Taoism..."

"Whether I am happy or not, I cannot avoid this road. I can only move forward." Ning Fan said calmly.

"I'm very happy. I was very happy when I lived with An Ran. I was so happy that I couldn't bear to be separated from her. I hate the practice, I hate fighting, I hate killing, I hate intrigues, and I hate the never-ending blood sea of ​​cultivation.

...I stubbornly refuse to teach An Ran the art of cultivating and conquering Qi, and only want her to live a peaceful life, because she also doesn't like fighting or killing..."

"That's what I thought, and that's what I did. But after An Ran died, I was confused again. Mortal life is really short. If An Ran and I had practiced Taoism, would we have been able to be together longer?

..But An Ran told me before she died that she had no regrets in the life she knew me..."

"A mortal's life is like the morning dew and the passing of a white foal. It is just a rush."

"The life of a monk is long but tiring, like cicadas, like bees, butterflies, insects and ants, but it is not true happiness..."

"I have regretted and been confused. My heart aches, and I miss all the times I spent with An Ran. If I practice Taoism, I may be able to stay with her forever... But I firmly believe that if I could live my life over again, I would still be with her.

She made the same choice to be a mortal couple for another life."

"Be with her in illness, be with her in old age, be with her in peace, be with her in death... This is my wish... Brother, I want to go and be with An Ran. I'm sorry. I can't accompany you on this lonely road of cultivation.

At the end of the day, my heart can no longer hold Xiu Dao, but can only be filled with her shadow..."

After Ning Gu said this, he suddenly picked up the wine jar and drank a full gulp, but his vitality was rapidly passing away.

When the wine was gone, Ning Gu glanced at Ning Fan guiltily, but then turned to look at An Ran's grave tenderly.

"Of course, I have met my eldest brother once, and my wish has been fulfilled. Now I come to find you... You have been waiting for me for a long time... In the next life, I still want to meet you in the season of camellias blooming, but I don't

I don’t have the confidence to find you again in the crowd..."

Ning Gu quietly leaned against the tombstone, fell down gently, and passed away with a smile.

Ning Fan felt a pain in his heart, closed his eyes and stood there for a long time.

He had countless means to save Ning Gu, but he didn't take any action.

Ning Gu suffered too much in this life, so Ning Fan allowed him a new life.

Ning Gu wanted to live a mortal life and reunite with An Ran. Ning Fan could satisfy all of his wishes.

"None of you will die... An Ran, when I gave you a hairpin, there was a sword thought in it. It not only has the effect of protecting yourself, but also can capture a ray of your soul..."

Ning Fan muttered to himself, and with a flick of his sleeves, Ning Gu's body disappeared, and then there was another grave in front of An Ran's grave, with a monument erected and a letter:

The tomb of my younger brother Ning Gu.

Immediately, Ning Fan took a photo of the two tombs, and two ghosts flew out of the tombs in confusion, it was An Ran and Ning Gu.

"Get some sleep..."

Ning Fan gently placed a finger between the eyebrows of the two souls, causing them to fall asleep. He put their souls into his sleeves, fled from Ping'an Village, and rushed towards the south of Yue Country.

After traveling through countless cultivation countries, Ning Fan made calculations along the way and finally stopped outside the city of a mortal country.

The country was named Tang, and the city was named Chang'an.

In Chang'an City, there are two official families, and their wives both gave birth today.

The two families have been married for generations, their houses are only separated by a wall, and their wives gave birth on the same day.

The two families have agreed that if the two babies about to be born are the same boy and girl, they will become brothers and sisters.

If there is a boy and a girl, then the marriage will be arranged as a baby.

Today, two ladies gave birth at the same time, which was supposed to be a happy day. However, both ladies had difficulty in giving birth at the same time, and the two ladies were delicate and frail. Even the best and stable women in the city, the doctor had nothing to do, and concluded that the lives of the two ladies were hanging by a thread.

Ning Fan has calculated that the two unborn fetuses are a boy and a girl.

Ning Fan also calculated that without his intervention, both wives would have died of dystocia today...

With a thought, he took out the souls of Ning Gu and An Ran, and quietly disappeared. He came to the two families and put their souls into the bellies of the two ladies respectively.

Immediately, he personally took action and activated his magic power to help two ladies who were having difficulty giving birth to their children.

When two beautiful babies were born at the same time, all the doctors and grandma were shocked.

"How, how is it possible! She was actually born!"

"Did a god appear and save the two ladies?!"

Ning Fan did not show up, but was suddenly startled.

He actually saw a white line in the bodies of two babies, Ning Gu and An Ran. Extending their bodies, the two white lines tried to connect to each other, but they couldn't.

"What line is this?"

Ning Fan never knew that there would be such white lines in the human body. He probed carefully and sensed an extraordinary power of the Great Dao from within the white lines. It contained vast vitality!

"Connect their white threads and they will never be separated in life after life." Luo You suddenly reminded him in the Yin and Yang Lock.

"Does this white line have such a purpose?"

Ning Fan was surprised, but he did as he was told. He took the two people's white threads and tied them gently on their little fingers.

The white line is not visible to the naked eye, even if it is refining the void or breaking the void, Ning Fan vaguely guesses that the white line is unusual.

"With this thread, no matter how many times you and An Ran are reincarnated, they will meet again. This way, your wishes will finally be fulfilled."

"Ning Gu, no matter what you want, I will give it to you, because I am your brother, and the elder brother is like a father. Since your wish is to be a mortal couple with An Ran for the rest of your life, I will allow you such a life, but you

Remember one thing. If you have slept with a woman, you must protect her for the rest of your life and never let her get hurt in the slightest. Since this is the path you have chosen, you must follow this path to the end, remember!"

Ning Fan was hidden, and only Ning Gu could hear his words.

Ning Gu was obviously just a little baby, but he didn't cry or fuss. He stared in Ning Fan's direction with his dark eyes open, babbling, not knowing what to say.

Perhaps, this is Ning Gu's gratitude and assurance to Ning Fan.

"I don't know what year or month it will be when we meet next time..."

Ning Fan felt a little sad and walked away, leaving the Tang Kingdom in a relaxed mood.

On this day, he personally buried Ning Gu, and personally promised Ning Gu a life, and he had a vague understanding of reincarnation in his heart.

That kind of realization is the understanding of life and death, and life and death are included in reincarnation.

Because of these insights, he saw the strange white line...

"I saw them both die and built their tombs with my own hands. I allowed them to be reborn and sent them to reincarnation with my own hands... This feeling is very subtle..."

"But what exactly is that white line..."

Ning Fan was touched. He patted his storage bag and took out a yellowed ancient book without words. He found it by chance in the Ghost Bird Sect and was the legacy of the Immortal Emperor Zi Dou.

This book is not a martial arts or magic book, nor does it record any cultivation experience, but it leaves behind Zi Dou's subtle feelings of mourning his friend's funeral.

Because Ning Fan touched the edge of the power of reincarnation, a small poem had already appeared in the wordless ancient book.

"Human death is like a lamp going out, and reincarnation blows and rekindles it. Immortal death is like thoughts disappearing, and this life will never return..."

Ning Fan recited this poem, walked through lower-level cultivation countries, and stood on the top of an unknown barren mountain, his heart gradually rising.
To be continued...