Clan Cultivation: I Transmigrated With My Smartphone Chapter 108

In the hall, the topic was changing.

After the first elder finished scolding Lu Jinwen, he said again: "Three years after three years, a few three years, you still haven't married a wife! On the spot, Ye Liuyun, the ancestor of the Ye family, came to the door in person, but this is the ancestor of the Zifu, but You are dragging."

"Three years, three years, are you so arrogant and look down on the Ye family's daughter, your mother is also a female cultivator of the Ye family!"

Lu Xuanji listened and was speechless.

"Come here and talk."

The first elder seemed a little angry and left first.

Lu Xuanji followed closely.

When they arrived in a cave, there were only two people left.

The Great Elder said, "Xuanji, if you have any ideas, just speak up!"

"Nothing, it's just that women will affect the speed at which I draw my sword!" Lu Xuanji said with a smile, "Without a woman in my heart, it's natural to draw a sword!"

"God what!" The Great Elder sighed, "Isn't it possible that Xiaoxue can't be put down?"

"Yes!"

Lu Xuanji said.

"Hey! You are not suitable for being together, mainly because you are not worthy of her!" The Great Elder said: "After I became Zifu, I entered the library of Old Ancestor Jin, read some books, and learned some things. I know. More, more and more ridiculous for their own ignorance!"

"What is Tianlinggen? It is the son of God."

"In the beginning, you didn't know how lucky you were to find a Heavenly Spirit Root."

"Tianlinggen, as long as it does not die prematurely, it is almost certain to become a golden elixir; and the probability of becoming a Nascent Soul is higher than that of other monks. Even after becoming a Nascent Soul, the speed of cultivation is also higher than that of other monks! In the long run, don't After that, let's talk about what's in front of you. She is seventy-two years old, and she is already a major repairer of the Zi Mansion; and you are seventy-two years old, and you are only on the second floor of the foundation.”

"This gap will continue to widen with the passage of time. She will become the ancestor of Jindan, the True Monarch of Yuan Ying in the future; and you still have some hope in Zifu, as for Jindan, it is impossible, Go dream!

The Great Elder's words were cold and cruel, and they told a cruel truth.

Cinderella, worthy of a prince.

It's because Cinderella was born of a nobleman herself.

But how can a security guard be qualified to marry a female president.

"I……"

Lu Xuanji gritted his teeth, but didn't know how to speak.

When playing games in the previous life, Jindan was nothing, it was just a soldier in the novice village, just a little stronger than cannon fodder, a fighting chicken among the weak.

But in this world, the dignity of the Golden Core cultivator is known.

Only one billion human beings can give birth to a Jindan cultivator.

Shouyuan thousand years, sitting and watching the ebb and flow of the tide, can be called the existence of the ancestors.

Zifu, he still has some hope.

But Jindan, the hope is too slim.

"When you become old, like an old man; she still looks the same, like a twenty-eight girl. Do you think she will still love you then? She will still think about being in bed and having **** with you. "Is it?" The ancestor said, his language like a knife: "When I was young, I was lustful, and I took six concubines a year. But after a few decades, those six concubines have grown old, like old wives; but I am still as young as Twenty young masters. Do you think I will still be interested in them?"

"You don't deserve her! You should forget her!"

"But I still can't forget it!"

Lu Xuanji said.

"You can't forget it, that's because you haven't experienced much, and you've experienced too much, so naturally you'll forget it!!" The Great Elder said, "When the Ye family finds a suitable Taoist companion, then you'll forget it!"

"Elder, I think it's good to live alone!"

Lu Xuanji laughed.

"That's when you're still young, and in a few years, you won't think like this!" The elder said with a smile, "This year, you're ninety-one years old, and you're not too young. You should stay later. People. A life without descendants is an imperfect life.”

"There is no descendant. When you sit down, who will remember you."

"understood!"

Lu Xuanji nodded, but he didn't care at all.

Wang Ba recited the scriptures, but he didn't listen.

The next day, when Lu Xuanji was about to cultivate, there was a sound from the door.

Stepping forward to open the door, it was his father Lu Jinwen.

"Father!"

"son!"

"Do you have time?"

"have!"

"Then have a drink!"

"Okay!"

In this way, in the cave, the spirit wine was placed.

The wine was poured down, and my father took a sip first.

Lu Xuanji also took a sip.

"Xuanji, how long have we not been drinking together?" Father asked.

Lu Xuanji pondered: "It's probably been decades, it's my fault, I should spend more time drinking with my father!"

Many moments are too busy to accompany parents.

"Xuanji, you have grown up too!" Father said, "I remember when you were a child, you were quite naughty, but in the blink of an eye you have grown up, and I can't take care of you in many things!"

In the past, when Xuanji was young, seeing his son was upset, he could directly spank his little ass.

But when I grow up, I can only beat people with a stick.

Later, when Xuanji became the foundation building, he could no longer hit people with a stick.

When Xuanji became the patriarch, he even spoke very politely and did not dare to speak too aggressively.

Talking too aggressively will damage the majesty of the patriarch.

"Xuanji, how old are you?" Father asked.

"Ninety-one years old."

Lu Xuanji said.

"You're ninety-one years old, you're not too young, it's time to get married!" said the father, and began to urge the marriage again.

Lu Xuanji raised his head slightly, and felt like a **** reciting scriptures, so he didn't listen.

Father said again: "Xuanji, how old am I?"

Lu Xuanji was slightly dumbfounded and said, "Father is almost 190 years old!"

"No, I'm two hundred and fifteen years old!" said the father.

Hearing the numbers, Lu Xuan felt ashamed in his heart.

Many children cannot remember their father's age.

He doesn't seem to remember either.

"The average life expectancy of a foundation-building cultivator is two hundred and forty years. If you are injured during fighting, or if you are injured in practice, your life expectancy will be shorter, and you may not live to be two hundred and forty years old." The father spoke, and there was nostalgia and sympathy in his words. Memories: "I calculated that I could live for at most twenty years, maybe less than ten years, and maybe even sit down tomorrow!"

"I feel that my body's function is declining, and my blood is declining. Although I am still at the fourth floor of the foundation building, I can't even beat the monks on the second floor of the foundation building~www.mtlnovel.com~ I have reached the age of old age, It's not too far from the seat!"

"Father, I will buy Yanshou Pill for you!"

Lu Xuanji opened his mouth and said, a trace of worry and melancholy flashed in his eyes.

I was usually busy with cultivation and had no time to pay attention to my father, but now I look at my father's head with more white hair and more wrinkles, his blood is fading, like the sun at dusk, the light is getting dimmer.

"Yanshou Dan, the price is 100,000 spirit stones, it's too expensive, I can't afford it!"

Father smiled and said, "Even if I buy it, it's only 20 years of life extension. For me, it's almost the same whether I live 20 years more or 20 years less."

"Father……"

Lu Xuanji opened his mouth and said, only then did he realize that his father was old.

Twenty years from now, he will die.

The cultivator wants to survive, one is to take the longevity elixir, and the other is to break through the realm.

Yanshoudan, don't think about it.

It is impossible to break through the realm.

My father's aptitude was not good. He was only on the fourth floor of the foundation building and was a long distance from the Purple Mansion, so there was no hope at all.

"Birth, old age, sickness and death are human nature!" Father said calmly: "A monk's life is a restless life, a life of war. The foundation has two hundred and forty years of life, and he has to fight against loose cultivators and monsters. Kill, fight with demon cultivators, you can really live to be more than two hundred years old, and very few people go to bed at the end of their lives!"

"I can live to be more than 200 years old. Sitting at home is not a tragedy, but a great joy in life."

"Don't cry, why are you crying, you are the head of the Lu family, why are you still crying like a child!

Seeing his son crying, he couldn't help scolding.

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