"I'm dying, my energy and blood are drying up, and I can't replenish my weakness. Only the last trace of mana is left..."

Mu Changxiu's tone was low, a little sad, but not extremely sad.

Because Mu Bingyun lived to be 210 years old, and the family was preparing for a funeral.

Several people came to Mu Bingyun's bedroom and lowered their voices.

"Mother, Master Li is here."

Mu Changxiu came to her mother's bed, bowed and called softly.

Lying on the bed is a female nun with silver hair, but her face remains about forty years old. She has exquisite makeup and beautiful facial features. At first glance, she looks like a sleeper who has turned back time.

beauty.

Seeing this scene, Li Congren was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but think of a certain rumor from the previous generation.

He raised his hand to signal the two young juniors to be silent.

Hearing the voice, the silver-haired female cultivator struggled to open her eyes, and when she saw Li Congren in her tired and weak eyes, a hint of disappointment flashed through her eyes.

"Congren, please wait until I leave, please..."

Mu Bingyun reluctantly chatted with Li Congren for a few words, then closed her eyes again.

She was too weak, so she persisted with her last bit of persistence.

Li Congren turned around and sighed.

He could see that although Mu Bingyun had a happy ending, she was depressed before her death, and there was still a trace of regret in her heart.

Just now, Mu Bingyun seemed to want to ask him something, but she didn't ask him, as if she lacked courage.

Li Congren knew what Aunt Bing wanted to ask, and that was the answer he also wanted to know.

The traces of that person's life and death are a mystery in the world of immortality cultivation in Liang Kingdom.

"Lu...Uncle Lu..."

Behind him, an exclamation suddenly came from Mu Bingyun's old voice, the tone of which was a little higher.

Li Congren and Mu Changxiu couldn't help but look back.

Mu Bingyun's trembling white hands were seen grabbing something in the air.

The silent and cloudy eyes were like a lit candle, glowing with brightness.

It's like returning to the graceful and solitary maid on Little Turtle Peak.

However, in the eyes of the four people, there was nothing in front of Mu Bingyun's bed but air.

"When Patriarch Mu was dying, he had a hallucination?"

The two young men and women accompanying Li Congren looked at each other and communicated with each other.

Li Congren, who only had fake elixir cultivation, his expression suddenly changed and he opened his mouth.

His consciousness noticed a layer of invisible transparent ripples that blocked out the outside world's senses.

Inside the transparent ripples.

A familiar figure in white clothes stood in front of Mu Bingyun's bed.

The man in white remains youthful, unfazed by favors and humiliations, immortal and unaffected by the changes of time.

The man in white held the palm of the silver-haired old man, with a smile on his face, and whispered something to Mu Bingyun who was looking back.

"Uncle Lu...Xiao Guifeng...I wish for the next life..."

When she was dying, Mu Bingyun's face softened and the corners of her mouth slightly raised, finally she got her wish and fulfilled her last wish.

Finally, the man in white caressed her closed eyes with his palms, his expression showing no obvious joy or sorrow.

"This is the fate of the Feiyue Lake Mu family..."

The man in white stood up, pondered for a moment, counted with his fingers, and frowned slightly.

During this period, he glanced at Li Congren and others lightly.

"Grandpa, what are you..."

The two young people in Xuemei Mountain looked surprised.
Chapter completed!