After the Failure of Cultivating Immortality...

Once his bones were completely broken, his path to immortality was cut off, and he only had a few months left to live, he still had to "voluntarily" give his last bit of value to the sect, just to exchange for the elixir for the little disciple who was favored by the ancestor of the family he had befriended. The hardships and dangers of hundreds of years of monastic training, the glory of admiring heaven and earth, it turns out that it is just easy to scatter colorful clouds and quicksand between fingers. Ning Pingzhou returned to the human world, back to the small mountain village near Linshui where he lived for the first sixteen years of his life - now a large village in the bustling suburbs of Beijing. The sea has changed, the characters have changed, everything I have experienced has turned into dust, and everything I hate and love has turned into dry bones. The small ruined temple at the head of the village where it lived back then has now become a small tea shop for passing tourists to rest. The store owner was kind-hearted. He not only helped Ning Pingzhou rent a house in the village, but also fed this "poor, haggard and lonely" returnee from time to time - orange cakes, jade belt soup, shepherd's purse cakes, lotus leaf porridge; sugar-coated crabs, meat cakes, red clay ovens, roasted sheep heads... All the old flavors of his hometown that are deeply remembered. Looking at the face that looked more and more kind, Ning Pingzhou finally couldn't help but come to the door: "Excuse me, is the seventh generation ancestor Ling's name 'Jiansheng'?" Qi Jiansheng looked at his old friend who he hadn't seen for a hundred years but was as tolerant, tenacious, indifferent and detached as ever, and smiled: "Exactly." A sweet article about healing food farming, 1v1HE. Beautiful, strong, miserable, weak, war-damaged × affectionate, controlling field demon attack, double strength. A serious text titled "The Story of the Immortal Sect". There are no Jiazi in the mountains, and it is so cold that I don't know how old I am. Once the fate of immortality is over, the world of mortals will be the human world. Discussions with little angels are very welcome. Intention: Suddenly looking back, that person is there in the dim light