True Lord Lingxu stared at the dissipated calamity clouds from a distance, with a complex look on his face, filled with countless heaviness and sighs.
The accompanying monk stepped forward and wanted to say something, but was pushed back by the old man's movement. Knowing that the master did not want to hear any words of comfort right now, Master Huayao gently exited the cave, leaving the huge space to the old man.
"Jiansheng, what should I do about that child? What should I... do?"
True Lord Lingxu had three sons, the eldest son Gu Shishi, the second son Gu Yuantang, and the third son Gu Jiansheng. Among his three sons, the one he loved most was his youngest son Gu Jiansheng, who was also the most talented of all his children.
However, God was jealous of talents, so this child was unlucky after all. He passed away early, leaving only an orphan and a widowed mother.
This daughter-in-law was not an economical person. Within a month, she fell in love with her enemy and became the concubine of Dao Lord Yuanying. Then she became the first wife and gave birth to a pair of twins. This process only took two years. At that time, Brother Huai was just a child learning to speak.
Huai'er was born with a weak disease and almost died several times due to serious illness, but he took good care of her and cared for her day and night before he managed to survive. When he reached the age of cultivation, it was discovered that his spiritual roots were defective and his Taoist body was too weak to survive.
Someone from the same school advised him to be more open-minded and not to invest too much, so as not to lose his heart in the future. But how could he? How could you do that? That child is Jiansheng's only descendant. He can already call "Grandpa" softly.
How could he, how could he bear to give up? In this way, I passed through one spring and autumn after another.
Huai'er was as talented as his father, and he was able to break through the realm of golden elixir again and again with this useless body. However, after that, he exhausted his spiritual power again and again in order to survive.
As a grandfather, he saw it with his eyes and felt pain in his heart. As the master of a peak, it is even more regrettable to see a genius buried like this. But he could do nothing but search aimlessly for the whereabouts of the Jingling Flower.
It's a pity that the Spirit Picking Grass, as a peerless treasure that can change the qualifications of a monk, can be seen everywhere. There are even fewer Pure Spirit Flowers as companion flowers.
Indeed, there have been several times where we have found and transported them back but encountered accidents midway. After all, Huai'er was as unlucky as his father.
In the heart of True Lord Lingxu, he had actually given up hope of Huai'er getting better, but he never said it clearly.
When he never gave up on Huai'er, some people looked down upon that child. If he waited until the day he really gave up, he couldn't believe those people would treat this child like this.
So be it. Since there is no way to help him embark on a further path to immortality, nor to allow him to live in peace and stability, let's just maintain the status quo.
Just let him live like this for the rest of his life. After all, this life will not be too long.
Staying in this huge cave, Lord Lingxu suddenly felt very cold and his heart was very cold.
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"Huai'er, how are you feeling now? Are you feeling better?" Gu Yuhua put down the things in his hands, sat on the edge of the couch, touched the young man's withered and soft hair with compassion, and tucked him into a brocade quilt.
"It's better. My hands and feet seem to be stronger. I heard from my grandfather that you have wasted a lot of energy searching for medicine." Gu Huai's face was very pale, and his breath was already very weak. Every time he relaxed, his energy would change. Like this. This state will need to continue for a while until the body can withstand the spiritual power again.
Gu Yuhua nodded in agreement, and casually glanced at Jindan Zhenren, who was standing beside the bed as motionless as a stone statue, and said: "This is what I should do. It was my stupid, stupid brother who caused the trouble. If it weren't for him, maybe you would have recovered. I feel uneasy."
Gu Huai's eyes became dim and he said calmly: "It doesn't matter. Maybe I have no chance to get the elixir. I have found it several times before, but in the end I couldn't get it. It seems that God doesn't want me to do that. Get well soon."
Gu Yuhua looked like he was hesitant to speak, and asked as if he couldn't help it: "Cousin Huai, have you ever thought about giving up cultivation temporarily and stop doing futile efforts? I'm not asking you to never practice again from now on. Instead, you don’t have to do it repeatedly like this. Just take your time, it’s the same as taking it to your grandfather to find the elixir for you and then start practicing again. I really can’t bear to see you endure the pain of doing it in vain again.”
"Cousin. I know it. I just want to find something to do. Lying in bed like a dead body day after day is not what I want. Even if I have to lose it eventually, at least I still have it. A little bit. I can bear the pain." The boy turned his head and looked out the window, where a bright yellow bird was jumping on the branch, complementing the pink stamens.
spring is coming.
"You... oh, stop talking, you're a stubborn monkey." Gu Yuhua looked helpless and straightened the boy's bed.
"Cousin, your incense smells very good. It seems that you have been using this since I can remember it. Is it sewn in your purse?" Gu Huai, who had been looking at the scenery outside the window, said coldly.
Gu Yuhua was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously groped for the light-colored purse at her waist and said with a smile, "Really? This is my mother's favorite incense. She often mixed it and put it in her purse when she was young. Later, when she grew up, she got used to this smell and couldn't live without it. It's open. If you like it, I'll send someone to bring some more."
"good."
"Have a good rest and I'll see you another day." Gu Yuhua stroked the young man's forehead and stood up to leave.
"Brother..." The young man suddenly grabbed the corner of the young man's robe, his eyes filled with nostalgia and longing.
Gu Yuhua paused, his face froze for a moment, and then he smiled again: "You haven't called me that for a long time."
"I had a dream last night. I dreamed about the days when I played with you when I was little. At that time, Yulin and I loved chasing you." The young man's eyelashes trembled and he said softly, "You love us the most."
"Yes, I love you the most." Watching Gu Huai gradually fall into sleep, Gu Yuhua gently pulled down the other person's hand, put it under the quilt, and sealed it.
"Have a sweet dream."
Gu Huai fell into a mess of emotions, his dreams were disturbed, and something was chasing him desperately.
Finally he escaped to a temple, where there was only one door. When it opened, there was a man sitting quietly on the couch. That was his father's steward. I met him a few days ago. He kept mumbling something, but Gu Huai couldn't hear it clearly and only felt a splitting headache.
"...This incense has the effect of calming the mind...Unfortunately...it is equivalent to chronic poison for those with congenital deficiencies..."
"...The mild case is addictive, the serious case is fatal..."
"……poison……"
……poison……
Gu Huai opened his eyes.
The house was quiet, only the birds outside were chirping, and a few cold incense drifted in, creating a vibrant spring scene.
Winter will eventually pass.
.. m.
