"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 for this road of cultivation. I can't accompany you on it."

"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 firewood 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 now, 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 tomb 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 doing 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 am very happy. I am very happy when I live with An Ran. I am so happy that I can't bear to be separated from her. I hate the practice, I hate fighting, I hate killing, I hate intrigues, and I hate the endless sea of ​​blood of cultivation.

I stubbornly refuse to teach An Ran the art of cultivating and conquering Qi, and I 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 had my life to do over again, I would still make the same decision with her.

The same choice, to be mortal lovers for another life."

"Being with her when she is sick, being with her when she is old, being with her to be ordinary, being with her to die is my wish. Brother, I want to go and be with An Ran. I'm sorry. I can't accompany you to the end of this lonely road of cultivation. My

My heart cannot hold the Taoist cultivator, it 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 blooming camellias, but I don't have the confidence to be in the sea of ​​people.

Find you again"

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 safely. Back then I gave you a hairpin with 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 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. It was supposed to be a happy day, but both ladies had difficult labor at the same time. In addition, the two ladies were delicate and frail, and they were the best stable wives 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, quietly disappeared, came to the two families, and put their souls into the bellies of the two ladies respectively.

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

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

From the bodies of two babies, Ning Gu and An Ran, he actually saw a white line extending out of their bodies. The two white lines wanted to connect to each other, but they couldn't.

"What kind of 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, which 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 thread have such a purpose?"

Ning Fan was surprised, but did as he was told, holding the two people's white threads and gently tying them 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 wish 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 carry this path through 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 guarantee 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 some thoughts about reincarnation in his heart.

That kind of understanding 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 gave them 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.

"The death of a human is like the extinguishing of a lamp, which will be rekindled by the blow of reincarnation. The death of an immortal is like the disappearance of thoughts, which will never return in this life."

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

He faintly noticed that there seemed to be a power similar to palm life and death protection in the white line.

"What line is that?" he asked himself.
To be continued...