Heaven and earth were boundless, and the universe was vast.
The long river of time flowed according to an unchanging law. From birth to dusk, until they turned into bones. This was the fate of mortals.。
Five years was neither long nor short.
Life was short, but how many years did mortals have to live?
……
The autumn wind blew, and the dead leaves fell.
A gust of autumn wind swept across the world, carrying a few strands of Ning Chuan's hair in the wind.
It was already late autumn, and the weather was a little chilly. In two months, it would be the beginning of winter.
Ning Chuan was wearing a jacket, and his black hair was tied up with a hairpin.
He stood under a withered willow tree, and the leaves fell in front of him. Ning Chuan looked down and quietly looked at the dead leaves under his feet. His ordinary eyes did not have any ripples.
If Ning Chuan remembered correctly, this was the ninth year since he joined the Iron Sword Sect.
After this year's winter, he was about to welcome his tenth year.
Ten years!
Ning Chuan's eyes were slightly dazed, and his heart was filled with emotions of the vicissitudes of time.
Ten years passed quickly.
However, Ning Chuan did not look old at all, just like when he joined the Iron Sword Sect.
The only difference was that Ning Chuan's eyes became more and more profound.
Moreover, in his deep eyes, there was a hint of vicissitudes that was difficult to detect.
However, Ning Chuan's appearance did not change at all.
However, he used a disguise technique to make himself look like a middle-aged man in his thirties.
After all, ten years had passed. If he was still as young as ten years ago, it would naturally arouse the suspicion of others.
"It's been five years. Did Wang Shuo die at the foot of the mountain?”
Ning Chuan stood quietly under the withered willow tree. He looked down the mountain and murmured.
Five years!
Five years ago, Wang Shuo promised to help Ning Chuan find the seeds of Scrophularia.
Ning Chuan thought that Wang Shuo would return in a few months at most.
However, he never expected that after five years, Wang Shuo would never return to the Iron Sword Sect.
This made Ning Chuan wonder if Wang Shuo had died outside.
However, it was a little ridiculous.
In these five years, although Ning Chuan didn't have any Scrophularia seeds and couldn't refine the Essence Condensing Pill, after five years of cultivation, he still broke through to the first-rate master realm.
Until this moment.
Ning Chuan finally realized that if a mortal could live forever, he could become an immortal even if he had to work hard.
In five years, he had advanced from the peak of the second-rate to the realm of first-rate experts.
This was enough to prove that time could really erase everything. Even if Ning Chuan's cultivation aptitude was extremely poor, it could not stop the fact that his cultivation was constantly increasing.
"Indeed, if a pig has an unlimited lifespan, then this pig can cultivate to become an immortal.”
Ning Chuan said in a self-deprecating tone. He wrapped his jacket around his body and strolled back to the herbal garden.
…….
Herb garden.
"Junior Brother Ning, I'm here to see you."
Ning Chuan was warming wine in the house when a cold female voice came from outside the door.
Ning Chuan sighed, already knowing who it was.
He strolled to the door and gently opened it. A cold and stunning woman entered his sight.
This woman was dressed in white, and her features were as beautiful as a painting. Her skin was as white as jade, and her black hair was tied up into a cloud. Her eyes were as bright as the stars, and she definitely had a beauty that could topple a country.
However, the only thing that made people uncomfortable was that this woman was emitting an extremely cold aura. When her beautiful eyes opened and closed, there was a cold glint that made people only dare to look at her from afar and not profane her.
Moreover, if one observed carefully, they would find that there were a few traces of blood on her white skirt, and these blood stains had not dried yet.
Ning Chuan looked at the cold and beautiful face of the woman in front of him, then looked at her white dress, and then sighed, Senior Sister, did you kill someone again?"
Not bad!
This cold and stunning beauty was none other than Bai Zhirou, who had been innocent for five years.
However, five years had passed.
Bai Zhirou was no longer as innocent and weak as before. All that was left was the cold killing intent on her body and her peerless beauty that had grown over the past five years.
"They're just a bunch of punks in Jianghu. How dare they hurt the disciples of the Iron Sword Sect? I'll kill them myself.”
Bai Zhirou's voice was very cold, and her face no longer had the innocent smile of a young girl.
As she spoke, she entered the house and placed her sword and a bag on the wooden table. She picked up Ning Chuan's warm wine and poured herself a glass. Then, she drank the wine in the glass.
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