Just as the Cosmic Alliance was trying to build the defense of the Alpha Galaxy of the Ancient Universe, Long Buqi stayed in the Sky Hammer System every step of the way, because he knew what he would face next.

With no aura and insufficient cultivation resources, cultivators aged faster than expected.

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Sixty years have passed in a hurry, and in the Heavenly Hammer Galaxy, an inconspicuous small yellow star is the residence of the Martial Saint Continent.

Today, Long Buqi was wearing a filial piety robe, descended on this little star, and came to the Lin family, only to see that the entire Lin family was hung with white cloth, and there was a cry in the mourning hall, Lin Xuan and Long Zhan had already come here.

"Actually, you don't need it, after all, you are not from the Lin family. "For his arrival, Lin Ruoran, the current head of the Lin family, felt a little surprised.

"Although I am a recultivated body, there is a trace of the Lin family's blood in my body after all. Long Buqi looked indifferent, knelt on the futon, and kowtowed three times to the old man Lin in the coffin,

After the salute, he got up and strode away.

He knew that in these thousands of years, there would be funerals for many familiar people, and the old man of the Lin family was only the first.

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Ninety years, Jiang Ruochen, the former head of the Qingfeng Sword Sect, is already old.

"You're here. ”

Seeing Long Buqi appear, he smiled and closed his eyes peacefully.

The white-haired Jiang Yuxuan looked at him like a teenager, a little distracted, his former red face was old, but he was still young.

"Grandma, who is he?"

A childish voice sounded, and the little granddaughter asked curiously.

Jiang Yuxuan was asked, for a while, she didn't know how to answer, she thought for a moment before she said slowly, "A missed person." ”

The figure of Long Buqi slowly dimmed, and eventually, disappeared.

"When I die, will Senior Brother Bu come?"

I don't know if he can hear it, Jiang Yuxuan still asked.

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One hundred and ten years.

Chu Yuan, the elder of the original Qingfeng Sword Sect, was too old to be on the couch, and he was getting weaker.

"Help me up and meet the Dragon Emperor. ”

Seeing Long Buqi's arrival, Chu Yuan hurriedly struggled to remember, and Chu Xuan and Chu Men, who were waiting beside him, helped him up.

"No need, I'll come back in a while. ”

Glancing at Chu Yuan's face, Long Buqi shook his head slightly, it is estimated that there are still a few months of longevity.

No matter what knots and grudges there used to be, now, they all seem insignificant.

As Long Buqi expected, more than two months later, Chu Yuan died of old age, and he hurriedly glanced at it and left.

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One hundred and forty years, Lin Xuan reached the end of his life.

"Can you call me mother?" her eyes moistened, and she looked forward to it.

"Mother. The determined Long Buqi couldn't help but reddened his eyes and kowtowed to her.

"I want to take one last look at the light snow. Lin Xuan made a request.

Long Buqi took her to the stars next to Wanlong Star.

Looking at Long Xiaoxue sealed in the depths of the "ice", Lin Xuan couldn't help crying, "After 80,000 years, she will no longer have any relatives. ”

"I am her relative. Long Buqi's gaze was firm.

"Good boy. Lin Xuan finally showed a hint of a smile.

Half a year later, when Lin Xuan died, Long Buqi, as a parent, wore linen and filial piety, sent her to the end, and then received filial piety for three years.

In the past three years, perhaps due to excessive sadness, Long Zhan has also come to the end of his life.

"Auntie, I can refine the elixir that prolongs longevity, at least it can make you live for a few hundred more years. ”

In the Qingfeng Sword Sect and the Lin family, the closest person to Long Buqi should be this aunt Long Lingyue, looking at her snow-white hair, she was inexplicably a little sad.

also told Lin Xuan and Long Zhan about extending Shouyuan, but both of them refused.

"What's the difference between living a few hundred more years and living a few hundred years less, no matter how strong a person is, he will die of old age one day, unless he can get endless life. ”

Long Lingyue smiled lightly, she had already looked at life and death very lightly.

Long Lingyue finally passed away, and Long Buqi gave her the last ride as a gift to her nephew.

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Two hundred years.

Under the effect of Zhu Yan Dan, several beautiful women who flew up from the Wusheng Continent were still young, Yan Xuexin, Yan Xiaochan, Netherworld Moer, Ni Xuan, etc., although they looked young, they were actually very old.

"Senior brother, I have you by my side in this life, and I have a very happy life, which is enough. ”

Faced with the elixir of longevity refined by Long Buqi, Ni Xuan refused.

Several other beautiful women also refused, and they had already made an appointment not to take the pill that prolonged their longevity.

They knew that for Long Buqi's long lifespan, no matter how much they extended their lifespan, it would not be enough, and they were destined to be just passers-by in his life, unable to accompany him to old age.

In their last few years, Long Buqi never left an inch, accompanying them through the last journey of life.

Sitting in front of their graves, Long Buqi poured an altar of divine wine into his stomach, but he did not feel the slightest drunkenness, until this moment, he knew that there are disadvantages to a long life, and the saddest person is often not the deceased, but the lonely and alive.

Leopard Mei'er smiled charmingly, "I still have a thousand years to live, and I will accompany you." ”

Chixiao Xian'er, Nangong Mingyue, Zhao Xiaoya and others stood quietly behind him, and several people surprisingly did not quarrel and lived in peace.

I don't know what I remembered, Leopard Mei'er suddenly became a little melancholy, "It's a pity, for you, thousands of years is still too short, maybe only the breeze and the bright moon can accompany you to old age, this is fate." ”

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Five hundred years.

"Brother, when I was in the Martial Saint Continent, I wanted to fight side by side with you to the end, but unfortunately, you walked too fast, and I couldn't catch up. ”

Midorihachi laughed and patted Long Buqi's shoulder with all his strength.

Long Buqi was silent, although Midorihachi didn't want to show it, he could feel Midorihachi's weakness and aging.

The geniuses of the three clans, such as the Netherworld Mufeng, the Netherworld Hanyu, and the Green Thirteen, are also gray-haired, and they are no longer the heroic appearance of the past.

"Hurry up and bring out the best wine of our green clan. ”

Green Eight, who was already the patriarch of the Green Clan, commanded.

Drinking the best wine of the Green Clan, Long Buqi felt bland and tasteless, and he was used to drinking divine wine, and he was no longer used to the wine of the mortal world.

Midorihachi lowered his voice. "What is our relationship, we are brothers, can you give me some elixirs to prolong my life?"

"Yes. Long Buqi didn't hesitate, he gave him the elixir to prolong his life, and it was too uncomfortable to taste loneliness alone, and it was rare for someone to be willing to taste with him.

Midorihachi took the elixir to prolong his life and regained his youth.

"You shouldn't have given me an elixir to prolong my life. ”

After the death of the Netherworld Mufeng, Netherworld Hanyu, Green Thirteen and other people of the same generation, Midorihachi looked bitter and regretted, he finally realized the feeling of being a dragon, life is better than death.

(End of chapter)