The scene changes...
Before the woman fell ill, the young man with gray temples knelt in front of the bed, looking at the sleeping woman on the bed with a sad expression.
There was an old man with gray hair in front of the woman's bed. He put down the woman's hand and slowly shook his head at the young man.
The young man fell to the ground and yelled at the old man: "Why? I obviously gave my mother the pill you gave me, but she still fell down?"
"She is not a Taoist. This plague is treacherous and beyond her control. The pill can only prolong her life, but it cannot save her from disaster!" The old man shook his head slowly and sighed deeply.
The young man suddenly stood up as if in a dream, and looked at the woman with a painful expression, his vision blurred by the crystal fascination revealed.
"There is still a way, right?" The young man looked at the woman closely and said to the old man behind him.
"Unless..." The old man looked at the young man, but his plain tone made people shudder, "You kill thousands of mortals, take the blood essence and refine it into a 'blood pill' for your mother to take, it will help She enters the Tao without dying!"
The young man suddenly turned his head and looked at the old man.
The old man's expression was calm, and his gray temples were slightly swayed by a gust of wind blowing into the room.
He just looked at the boy calmly, the choice was in the boy's hands.
"Severance, equal exchange, whatever you want to get, you have to pay... This is the eternal law on the path of immortality!"
"If you want to save your mother, you must sacrifice other people's lives in exchange!"
The young man turned around, looked at his mother who was in great pain, and left the house in silence...
As soon as I left the house, I saw a little girl jumping past the door holding a bunch of candied haws in her hand.
The little girl looked at the boy and shouted happily: "Brother Ziyu, are you back?"
The young man slowly sat on the ground and looked at the little girl in front of him. Two lines of tears fell from his eyes in silence...
The little girl panicked when she saw the boy crying. She looked down at the candied haws in her hand and seemed a little distressed.
But the little girl thought for a while, then handed the candied haws to the boy and said crisply:
"Brother Ziyu, if you don't cry, I'll give you some candied haws!"
With trembling hands, the boy took the candied haws from the little girl's hand, and at the same time thrust a long sword into the little girl's chest...
The little girl looked at the boy who took the candied haws and stabbed her chest with a sword, her face showing confusion and confusion.
She didn't understand why she gave brother Ziyu candied haws to eat, but brother Ziyu wanted to kill her.
The severe pain in her chest and the fear of losing her life hit the little girl's heart, but when she saw the trembling boy with tears streaming down his face, she tried her best to smile...
"Brother Ziyu won't cry, Yaoyao won't be afraid..."
The little girl slowly fell to the ground and died, her dead face still had a smile on her face... ŴŴŴ.BIQUGE.biz
The young man squatted on the threshold, looked at his bloody hands and the blood-stained candied haws, and put the candied haws into his mouth while trembling all over.
The candied haws on a stick that should have been sweet was full of salty and bitter taste...
"ah!"
The young man looked up to the sky and screamed, charging into the crowd with a sword...
...
The scene changed again.
The woman woke up slightly, looked at the young man with frosty white hair, and trembled violently.
The woman stepped forward and hugged the boy, gently stroked the boy's frosty white hair, and suddenly burst into tears:
"What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you? Why are your hair gray?"
The young man concealed his endless misery, shook his head with a smile and said, "It's just because I'm tired from practicing. It doesn't matter. Many senior brothers and sisters in the sect have gray hair! Slowly, the black hair comes back!"
But the woman didn't believe it. She shook her head with tears in her eyes and said, "Did you do it to save your mother?"
The young man still shook his head slowly and remained silent.
"Silly boy, silly boy!" The woman hugged the boy tightly, "My mother is just a mortal, why do you do this for my mother!"
"You must have suffered a lot..."
The young man's head was buried in the woman's long hair, his eyes were dull, and he was silent and didn't know what to say.
The two hugged each other for a while, and then the woman stood up, looked at the boy and asked, "You must be hungry, right? Mother will make you something to eat!"
The young man nodded and said, "I want to drink egg drop porridge!"
"Okay, okay! Mom, go make it for you!" The woman got out of bed and walked towards the kitchen, where she started to work in the kitchen.
When the young man saw the woman working in the kitchen, he slowly raised his hands and looked at his own hands. He didn't know whether he felt regret or happiness in his eyes.
Do you regret that you killed so many innocent people to save your mother?
Or are you still celebrating your mother's recovery?
Or did he really kill those people?
The young man suddenly looked puzzled... He actually couldn't remember.
Listening to the noise of the woman busy in the kitchen, the boy lay on the table and fell asleep...
A little girl poked her head into the boy's room and looked at the sleeping boy with a sudden expression of confusion.
...
Day after day, year after year.
Spring flowers and autumn moon, like a white horse passing by...
The boy is getting older day by day, but the woman still looks young!
In the woman's unchanged face, the smile had already disappeared as the boy grew older.
There is always a touch of lingering pain between the frowning brows.
On this day, the young man woke up from the bed dragging his old body, but there was no trace of the woman.
The young man slowly walked out of the door and came to the courtyard.
I don’t know when, there was heavy snow falling in this courtyard!
The white snow accumulated in this small courtyard climbed up to the dead tree, rockery, and grass.
A figure sat in front of the snow-covered stone table in the courtyard. The young man walked slowly behind the woman and called softly: "Mother!"
The woman turned her head and looked at the young man with an aged face and silver hair, with a sad look on her face: "How on earth did you save me from hell back then?"
The young man's expression changed. He looked at the falling snow in the sky and felt his body that was about to pass away. It seemed that there was no need to hide the fact that a person was about to die.
The young man tried hard to remember, and said with some uncertainty: "I killed thousands of people, refined blood pills, and rescued my mother..."
The woman shed tears and slowly shook her head: "Are you still lying to me now?"
The young man looked at the woman's tears and it seemed like he was dreaming. He opened his mouth but said nothing.
He can't remember clearly...
"If you really killed thousands of people to refine blood pills, why are you getting older and older? And why am I younger than you?" The woman continued to ask with tears on her face.
The young man looked confused and seemed to remember something...
He has never killed anyone to refine blood pills from beginning to end. The act of killing was just a horrible dream of his!
He just abolished his own cultivation and handed over his cultivation and Taoism to his mother...
So that's it... But was that scene of murder really just a dream?
The woman looked at the confused old boy, stood up, and caressed the boy's cheek, with a look of pity on her face: "You are not my Yu'er, who on earth are you?"
The young man suddenly paused when he heard this, and then all kinds of images came to his mind...
"I..." The young man looked at the woman and spoke slowly.
"...It's Su Mo!"
From the moment when the young man wanted to raise his sword to kill, the young man was always Su Mo. Everything he experienced after that was Su Mo's choice...
"Good boy! Good boy!" The woman held Su Mo in her arms and held Su Mo tightly in her arms. "I have suffered so much for you. In this life, I am extremely satisfied!"
"It's time for you to go back..."
Su Mo looked up at the woman in front of him, and that kind feeling rushed into his heart. Then he turned to look at the falling white snow in the sky, and murmured to himself: "Yes..."
"It's time for me to go back..."
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