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Chapter 742 Farewell, Human World

"Brother Longque, long time no see!"

Ning Daoran clasped his fists lightly, but he felt uncomfortable in his heart.

At this time, Longque Sanren's lifespan is very little, it can even be said that it has come to an end. If lifespan is described by a blood bar, Longque Sanren's blood bar at this time is black.

"Zhuiyue Peak is indeed called Zhuiyue Peak. It is indeed a beautiful place with endless scenery!"

Longque Sanren strolled on the top of the mountain and said with a smile: "Just standing here makes me feel very happy..."

At the side, Lin Xuyan clasped his fists lightly and said, "Brother, Fellow Daoist Longque, I still have many matters to deal with within the sect. Wushuang and I will go and do them now. You two can chat slowly."

"Farewell, Sect Master Lin." Longque Sanren clasped his fists and said farewell.

In fact, Lin Xuyan also saw that Longque Sanren's life was coming to an end. He came to Zhuiyue Peak just to see his old friend Ning Daoran for the last time. Therefore, he did not want to disturb him and left with Liu Wushuang.

……

"Old deer!"

Ning Daoran patted the Lingpu Cave and said, "Set up a rack and roast a spiritual sheep for Brother Longque. I want one with fine skin and tender meat!"

"Ouch~~~"

The big stupid deer turned into a flash of light and flew out, quickly arranging everything on the top of the mountain.

Xiaobai also flew out, stretched out his hand, and set up a small table, two chairs, and a set of tea-making utensils. Before eating, he brewed a pot of Chaling tea for the two of them.

"Brother Longque, go ahead!"

Ning Daoran turned around and walked to the edge of the cliff of Zhuiyue Peak, sat down, and threw a pot of spirit wine to Longque Sanren.

Longque Sanren took the spirit wine and sat down on the edge of the cliff. He smelled the aroma of the wine and was immediately shocked. He said, "Incredible... This wine is really amazing. It's not just an ordinary spirit wine, right?"

"nature."

Ning Daoran smiled and said, "This is the top-grade Fire God Wine given by Long Xian'er, the leader of the Fire Sect of the Xinghai Divine Realm. You may not be able to drink this wine even if you have a lot of spirit stones. It requires luck."

"Hahaha, that's it!"

Longque Sanren took a big sip of wine from the spout of the kettle. Immediately, the aroma of alcohol rushed to his head, and the mellow flavor lingered in his mouth for a long time.

"Good wine! It really is good wine!"

He was full of praise and said, "Brother Ning, this world-famous top-grade spirit wine is indeed worthy of its reputation. I am also blessed by you, otherwise I would probably have a hard time drinking a sip of such fine wine in my life."

"Brother Longque, if you like, drink more. I still have a lot here."

Ning Daoran glanced behind him and said, "Xiaobai, how about giving me and Brother Longque a leg of lamb each?"

"it is good."

Xiaobai smiled and nodded, then walked over, tore off two lamb legs and placed them on the tray, then handed them respectfully to the two of them.

Ning Daoran took the lamb leg, put it to the tip of his nose and smelled it, then opened his mouth and tore off a piece, even adding a nodding head motion, as if this would make it more enjoyable.

Take a piece of mutton, chew it with big mouthfuls, and then take a sip of Vulcan wine, the two will complement each other even better.

Longque Sanren had followed Ning Tianyi for many years and had been influenced by him. Like the rich people, he paid great attention to his table manners. But when he saw Ning Daoran's appearance at this moment, he became interested and imitated him, tearing off a large piece of mutton and then drinking a big gulp of spirit wine. As expected, he felt extremely happy.

The rising moon is exceptionally bright.

Ning Daoran never mentioned the fact that Longque Sanren was about to die. He just called Longque Sanren to sit next to the small table. The table was already full of delicious dishes cooked by Dabenlu. At this time, it was replaced with chopsticks and wine glasses, which also had a different flavor.

"When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine..."

He turned around and faced the moon with his wine glass.

"Good poem, good poem..."

Longque Sanren tactfully added support, and the two of them burst into laughter.

……

This drinking session lasted until dawn.

At this time, in March, the spring was in full swing and the sky was drizzling again.

Ning Daoran and Longque Sanren did not put up a magic shield, but just let the rain fall on their bodies and faces.

On the cliff, a yellow flower is slowly blooming, and its stamens are desperately breathing in the spiritual energy between heaven and earth.

“The flowers are blooming again this year.”

Longque Sanren was a little dejected, and said, "Thinking back to the past, Brother Ning, this old man, and the eldest lady went out to sea to kill monsters together. We were so heroic at that time, but I didn't expect that two hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye. Now Brother Ning is still as handsome as ever, but I am already in my twilight years and not far from death."

Ning Daoran felt a little disappointed.

"But, that's all!"

Longque Sanren said with a smile: "If a person's life can be as brilliant as fireworks, there will be no regrets! For so many years, in order to repay the kindness of City Lord Ning, I have dedicated most of my life to Guixu Fairyland. I have also fought for the Eastern Wasteland Immortal Cultivation World many times, shed blood, suffered injuries, and fought for my life with the Tongtian Monster. Life is like this, and I have no regrets!"

"Really decided?"

Ning Daoran said, "This place is Zhuiyue Peak, Ning's place of unity. Brother Longque really chose this place?"

"Exactly!"

Longque Sanren said: "Brother Ning, do you know why I chose to come here to die?"

"Why?"

"because……"

Longque Sanren groaned, his eyes full of nostalgia for the past, and said with a smile: "Because it is an honor for me to meet a peerless genius like Brother Ning in my life... So..."

He stood upright on the peak, looking at Ning Daoran with a pair of old and dim eyes, and said with a smile: "So Brother Ning, you should be nicer to yourself. I am very sad to see you in your current state. Even if it is for the East Barren, it is not necessary to do this... There are so many great cultivators in the East Barren, why do you have to bear everything?"

Ning Daoran said nothing, but he felt complicated.

But at this moment, a faint glow rose from Longque Sanren's body.

"The time has come..." Longque Sanren smiled indifferently, his eyes full of openness.

Ning Daoran stood up, respectfully clasped his fists towards Longque Sanren, and said, "I am Ning Daoran from the Eastern Wasteland Cultivation Realm, respectfully bidding farewell to fellow Daoist Longque Sanren..."

"Goodbye, human world."

Longque Sanren closed his eyes and passed away suddenly.

……

In the air, several blood-red lights fell down.

The leader was none other than Ning Mingyu, who was dressed in a fairy dress.

"elder brother……"

Ning Mingyu looked at Ning Daoran tenderly, and then saw the figure of Longque Sanren standing on the top of the mountain, his life had already been cut off.

"Senior Longque..."

Ning Mingyu's tears rolled down.

Although Longque Sanren was a retainer of the Ning family, he had already regarded Ning Mingyu as an elder since she was very young, and Longque Sanren protected Ning Mingyu without any reservation.

"Miss..."

Several Yuanying followers all had sad looks in their eyes.

"Take Senior Longque's body back to Guixu Fairyland and bury it in the Ning family's ancestral land."

"Yes, Miss!"

Several followers took away Longque Sanren's body and placed it in a sea dragon fairy boat hanging high in the air.

"elder brother……"

Ning Mingyue wiped the tears from her cheeks, looked at Ning Daoran who was half petrified, and said: "Senior Longque is gone, and you have become like this. What should I do...what should I do?"

"Mingyu, don't be sad."

Ning Daoran gently rubbed her head and said, "Senior Longque died of old age without any regrets. Over the years, he has lived a very happy life, neither to Donghuang nor to the Ning family. Therefore, we who are still alive do not need to shed tears for him. As for me, the pollution of Hedao is only a temporary problem and will be resolved soon. You have to believe me."

"Ok!"

Ning Mingyu nodded heavily and said, "In that case, Mingyu will return to the Immortal City to bury Senior Longque first, and come to visit brother when you are free."

Ning Daoran nodded and watched Ning Mingyu leave.

……

evening.

The drizzle continued and continued without stopping.

Ning Daoran sat on the ground, his whole body blending into the green mountains.

It would be a lie to say that Longque Sanren passed away. Even if Longque Sanren died calmly, how could he not have regrets? Before he passed away, he had already been promoted to the late Nascent Soul stage and was only one step away from becoming a God. For someone who has reached this stage but has not achieved Godhood, it would be self-deception to say that he has no regrets.

If one could become a god and gain two thousand years of life, one would have a completely different life of cultivating immortals.

But there is not much Ning Daoran can do.

He was like a passer-by, watching people around him come and go, and the only thing he could do was to witness one farewell after another helplessly.

"Ok?"

At this time, Ning Daoran discovered a breath quietly coming to Zhuiyue Peak and standing on the edge of the cliff. It was Liu Wushuang.

But at this moment she didn't say anything. She just stood there, looking at Ning Daoran silently, her eyes filled with tears.

"Wushuang."

Ning Daoran realized that something was wrong, and immediately stood up and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

"Senior brother..."

Liu Wushuang's shoulders trembled, tears rolled down her cheeks, and she cried, "Master Qixing...Master Qixing failed in his death retreat and passed away in the cave..."

"what?!"

Ning Daoran was horrified and quickly flew into the air: "Let's go and take a look!"

……

Qixing Peak, one of the main peaks of Liangyi Sect.

In front of the cave of the Seven Stars True Lord, many inner and outer disciples were already kneeling.

After Ning Daoran and Liu Wushuang arrived, several elders clasped their fists respectfully and said, "Deputy Sect Master..."

"Ah."

When Ning Daoran stepped into the cave, he saw that the Seven Stars True Lord was as thin as a stick, sitting on the stone bed in the cave with a whisk in his arms. He had died long ago. In addition, in front of him, spiritual treasures and ancient treasures were neatly placed.

After knowing that he had failed in his attempt to close the door to death, he separated these life treasures from the Great Dao and released them one by one, leaving them to the descendants of Liangyi Sect.

Lin Xuyan was kneeling in front, his face blank and his eyes red.

"Uncle Seven Stars..."

Ning Daoran knelt down slowly and said softly: "Have a pleasant journey..."

In fact, the moment when the Seven Stars True Lord refined the Yi Mu Divine Ruler and buried him in the back mountain and decided to go into seclusion, Ning Daoran knew that he would most likely die. However, when he actually saw the corpse of the Seven Stars True Lord sitting in front of him, he found it extremely hard to accept it.

Ever since he met the Seven Stars True Lord in Kunpeng Immortal City, this highly respected senior had taken care of Ning Daoran in various ways, but he did not expect that he would pass away right before his eyes.

After the death of Longque Sanren, the passing of Qixing Zhenjun made Ning Daoran feel even more melancholy.

(End of this chapter)