My grandfather, who is number one on the black list, may not be in good health.
This was an idea that suddenly popped up in Wei Changtian's mind.
After the last battle at the top of Yanyun Mountain, Qin Zhengqiu was injured and was in seclusion for more than a month. When asked about the injury, he only said that it was a minor injury and was harmless.
Of course, Wei Changtian's level could not tell directly whether Qin Zhengqiu was really fine or whether he was hiding his injury.
However, Qin Zhengqiu's performance tonight showed that the real situation was most likely the latter.
Maybe I felt that telling myself was useless, so I simply didn’t tell the truth.
Wei Changtian suddenly remembered the same choices made by many old people in previous lives when faced with the same situation.
"It doesn't hurt."
"I know what's going on, so you don't have to worry about me."
"I'm not going to the hospital."
"It's just a matter of time."
"There is no cure..."
"..."
Although this metaphor may not be appropriate, Qin Zhengqiu's real thoughts may be different from those old people who are "sick and incurable".
But no matter what, Wei Changtian was still a little worried.
"Mr. Wei, this is the leader's daily residence."
Standing outside a single courtyard, several Tianluo Sect disciples stopped and asked, "Do you need me to go in and report?"
"No."
Wei Changtian shook his head: "I'll just go in by myself. You can go and do the things I just told you."
"yes."
Several disciples nodded and left, while Wei Changtian stood at the door for a while before walking into the courtyard.
There is an old tree, an ancient well, and a table of the Eight Immortals, and nothing else. At first glance, it seems quite simple, and it does not look like the residence of a second-grade master.
Pretty stoic.
Wei Changtian thought to himself and walked through the small courtyard to the main room.
Before knocking on the door, Qin Zhengqiu's voice floated over.
"Changtian, come in."
"Yes, Grandpa."
After a short pause, he opened the door and walked into the house.
The decoration in the room is better than that in the courtyard, but it is still a little simple.
Qin Zhengqiu was sitting on a wooden chair and looked over with a smile. There was a solitary candle in his hand, and the light was a little dim.
"Have you talked to Yu Jia?"
"Yeah, we talked about it."
Wei Changtian didn't say any polite words and sat directly next to Qin Zhengqiu, picking up the teapot and preparing to pour tea for the latter.
But then he realized that there was no tea in the pot.
"Grandpa, Youjia will stay in Tianluo Sect for a while. I will take her away when the time is right."
While standing up to make tea, he said casually: "I always feel that those evil monks don't look like people from Fulian Temple."
"It doesn't really look like it, but they did use the Kung Fu of Fulian Temple."
Qin Zhengqiu's hands hidden in his sleeves were trembling slightly, but his face still had a calm look.
"Well, I will investigate this matter."
Clear and translucent tea was slowly poured into the tea cup. Wei Changtian placed a cup of tea next to Qin Zhengqiu, and the topic returned to You Jia.
"Grandpa, there is no need to restrain You Jia too much while she is staying in Tianluo Sect."
"She can do whatever she wants, even if she is going down the mountain, there is no need to stop her."
"But you must send someone to keep an eye on her, and be sure not to be discovered by her."
"good."
Qin Zhengqiu nodded: "Just don't worry about this."
"Grandpa, you must be careful."
Wei Changtian added: "Youjia is not the sixth grade, she is the fourth grade."
"Fourth grade?"
Qin Zhengqiu couldn't help but be startled when he heard this.
At this time, anyone could tell that there must be something hidden behind this, but he didn't ask, and just nodded solemnly again.
"I see."
"Um......"
Wei Changtian took a sip of tea calmly, and then asked pretending to be casual:
"Grandpa, why don't you drink tea?"
"Huh? Hahaha, drink now, drink now..."
Qin Zhengqiu laughed twice, then tried hard to suppress his trembling hands, gently picked up the tea cup and took a sip.
"Not bad! I didn't expect you, Changtian, to have such tea art!"
"..."
I have a Gouba tea art.
Wei Changtian shook his head and drank all the tea in the cup, then stood up.
"Grandpa, I'm leaving it to you for Youjia."
"The Liu family's affairs need to be dealt with, so I won't stay here any longer and will go back to Shuzhou City first."
"Okay, I'll send a few people to escort you back."
Qin Zhengqiu was anxious to heal his wounds, so of course he would not stay any longer. He watched Wei Changtian walk out of the yard before he breathed a sigh of relief.
Although today's fight with Yan Shuyuan was far less intense than that with Wu Tianqinglai that day, it once again caused his old injury to relapse.
In fact, this kind of internal injury was the most taboo to use all his strength, but the situation at that time had no choice but to do so.
Now that his injuries were becoming more serious, Qin Zhengqiu knew that he was at the end of his strength.
If he sealed his inner strength and never took action again, he might still be able to live for another year and a half.
If we come here a few more times like today...it's hard to say whether we can survive this spring.
Although he is already a second-level master who stands at the pinnacle of humankind, he is still a "human" after all. No matter how high his cultivation level is, he cannot resist the natural laws of birth, aging, illness and death.
Of course, Qin Zhengqiu tried various healing methods, but they all ended in failure.
Perhaps the only thing that can save him now is those legendary elixirs.
It's just that these elixirs can be encountered but not sought. It doesn't mean that you will be able to find them if you have the strength...
He shook his head, raised the teacup tremblingly, and slowly drank the tea Wei Changtian made in one sip.
Qin Zhengqiu was just about to go back to the house to meditate and regulate his energy and blood, when a voice suddenly came from outside the door.
"Master, this disciple needs to see you for something!"
"Come in!"
Looking at an inner disciple pushing the door open, Qin Zhengqiu asked casually: "Has Changtian left?"
"yes!"
"Well, then why did you come to me?"
"Return to the Lord! Mr. Wei left something behind when he left, saying it was for you!"
"thing?"
Qin Zhengqiu was stunned and reached out to take a small wooden box from his disciple. He was wondering why Wei Changtian didn't take it out just now.
But the moment he opened the wooden box, he immediately understood why Wei Changtian wanted to do something unnecessary.
"Yun, Mica Zhi?"
Qin Zhengqiu stood up suddenly. I don't know whether it was due to excitement or injury, but the hand holding the box was shaking violently.
The disciple standing opposite didn't know Mica Zhi, and he didn't know why Qin Zhengqiu was so excited. He just asked in a low voice:
"Master, are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
Qin Zhengqiu slowly came back to his senses, calmed down and asked again: "Did Changtian... say anything else?"
"Oh, Mr. Wei also said..." This disciple glanced at Qin Zhengqiu quietly, seeming to hesitate.
"Answer the truth!"
"Yes! Mr. Wei also said that he doesn't want to take over Tianluo Sect so early, so leader, you'd better live well!"
"..."
Qin Zhengqiu opened his mouth in confusion, and then a burst of hearty laughter passed through the roof and blended into the boundless night.
"Hahaha, okay!"
"Then I will live a few more years!"
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