Naturally, other than the Holy Master.
Saint Song Ningyan.
He also left the cultivation hall of the Holy Master with admiration for Jiang Ming.
Other than boasting,
Jiang Ming was indeed worthy of the respect of the entire sect.
"Why don't I bring some healing medicine to visit him tomorrow? At the same time, he could also inquire about some things related to the Mythological Era.”
He returned to the cave abode.
Song Ningyan said.
Soon, she nodded and began to meditate.
The next day.
After preparing the healing medicine, Song Ningyan left the cave.
Jiang Ming didn't know that his disciple, Jiang Chuchu, had already told Saintess Song Ningyan about the Mythological Era.
At this moment.
On Solitary Peak.
Jiang Ming was enjoying the breeze as he sat on a rocking chair, basking in the sun with his eyes closed.
Jiang Ming at this moment.
Although it wasn't to the extent of a lamp running out of oil.
However, his face was also pale, and his old face had a hint of wax.
If this was a cultivator like him…
He had always had a way to retain his youth. Even if his lifespan was approaching, he would not be as lethargic as him.
At this moment, he could already be said to be a sick old man with one foot in the wind.
Not only did he look sickly and lifeless.
He coughed from time to time, dyeing his new embroidered handkerchief red.
Fortunately…
His spirit was not bad.
His entire person seemed to be indifferent and refined, as if he had seen through everything in this world.
A peaceful and indifferent feeling arose spontaneously.
The current Jiang Ming was in a very good mood.
He had already made a few wishes.
The system's initial reward was beyond Jiang Ming's expectations.
Being able to see the results undoubtedly gave Jiang Ming great confidence.
Next, he only needed to do it step by step.
"Master, I'm here."
It was at this moment.
Jiang Chuchu was walking over the bridge in the bamboo forest.
He was holding a bowl of medicine.
He came to Jiang Ming's side eagerly.
"Master, quickly drink the medicine. It won't taste good when the medicine gets cold.”
Hearing this, Jiang Ming revealed a smile.
Medicine was medicine, how could it be good?
However…
Looking at his little disciple's filial piety.
Jiang Ming followed her wishes and drank the medicine with a smile.
The current Jiang Ming was clearly much calmer.
As a result, there was a faint hint of joy.
However, Jiang Ming's steady personality hid all of this very well.
It was just that no one could tell.
It was at this moment.
Outside the mountain peak.
A divine rainbow descended.
However, he saw a beautiful woman.
Three thousand strands of black hair brushed past the dewy bamboo leaves.
His steps were casual as if the sun was shining.
The mottled sunlight seeped through the gaps and dyed it with a faint charm.
In addition, her beauty was one with the natural charm of heaven and earth.
It was very pleasing to the eye.
Jiang Chuchu focused her eyes.
He said in surprise,
"Eh? Isn't this Senior Sister Song? Why is she here?"
At this moment.
Song Ningyan, who was standing on the small bridge outside the courtyard wall, said loudly,
"Disciple Song Ningyan is here to pay her respects to Elder Jiang Ming!”
Jiang Ming couldn't help but feel surprised.
What was the saintess of this generation doing here?
Could it be that he was also here to visit this terminally ill old man?
He was someone who was about to step into his coffin.
What was there to see?
However, Jiang Ming did not care too much about this.
After all.
Saint Song Ningyan.
He had watched her grow up.
Be it strength, talent, or temperament.
They were all acceptable.
Furthermore, he had a good relationship with his disciple, Jiang Chuchu.
Jiang Ming didn't say anything.
But in his heart, he still admired it.
"Go! Let her in."
Jiang Ming waved his hand.
She gestured for Jiang Chuchu to invite her in.
Not long after.
Song Ningyan entered the courtyard and came to Jiang Ming. She bowed respectfully and said,
"Greetings, Elder Jiang Ming."
They greeted each other.
Song Ningyan fixed her eyes on Jiang Ming.
Jiang Ming's aura was stable.
It seemed peaceful.
But in fact, there were already layers of lethargy on his face.
He could even see some death aura.
His weak body could be seen through at a glance.
"I didn't expect Elder Jiang Ming to be so weak!”
He had seen Jiang Ming in the sect before.
However, they all looked like immortals.
Not to mention the sallow color on his face.
There weren't many wrinkles.
And now.
It was like a lamp that had run out of oil.
When she thought about how she had played with Jiang Ming when she was young, she felt that Jiang Ming was a little strange.
Although this was an old man who liked to talk big.
He had always treated young disciples like them.
They were all excellent.
And now, there was a huge contrast.
It made Song Ningyan's heart ache.
After all, he was an elder in the sect.
How did he end up like this?
He looked at Song Ningyan, who was standing sideways.
Jiang Ming also smiled and said,"
"There's no need to be so formal. This old man's place is a bit messy.”
Song Ningyan smiled in response.
After finding a place to sit down.
Jiang Ming also looked at her and sighed.
"This world really passes by so quickly!”
"Back then, the Holy Maiden was just a little girl. She even laughed and played in front of an old man.”
"In the blink of an eye, you've grown so big!”
Jiang Ming couldn't help but feel emotional.
Time passed so quickly!
In the blink of an eye, the little doll in his mind.
However, she had also become the current Holy Maiden of Taixuan Holy Land.
However…
At this moment, Song Ningyan felt that…
However, it became more and more sour.
He thought back to many years ago.
He was in high spirits!
Jiang Ming at that time.
He also had the air of a sage and was an elder in the sect, including his father.
It could be said.
Any major event in the sect.
Although Jiang Ming had never participated in everything.
However, he was present.
Song Ningyan still remembered.
Back when she had just become the Saintess.
In high spirits.
Jiang Ming was the oldest elder in the sect.
The admiring gaze that was cast at him.
Until now.
She seemed to remember a little.
In the blink of an eye.
The calmness from back then carried a hint of dignity and kindness.
But now, it had become murky.
He became powerless.
He was everyone's elder.
In the end, he was so weak that he looked so sick.
It made her heart.
He really couldn't bear it.
She took a deep breath.
She sorted out her emotions.
He began to ask,
"Elder Jiang Ming, have you been well recently?”
Jiang Ming smiled indifferently and responded.
What he said was just some polite words.
But everyone knew.
Jiang Ming's injuries were already severe.
There was not much time left, so it did not matter whether it was good or bad.
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