What is happiness?

When you are sick, having someone take care of you is happiness.

When you're cold, having someone hold you is happiness.

When you get old, having someone by your side is happiness.

Giving help in times of need and finding life in desperate situations are all a kind of happiness, and everyone's standard of happiness is different.

Zhou Yang felt very happy now. The old man's short words dispelled the depression in his heart for many years.

He always thought that after his adoptive parents passed away, he would have no relatives in the Zhou family in his life, but now he knows that he still has one, the old man!

"My grandson, it's hard..." the old man murmured again.

"It's not hard, my grandson is very good now." At this time, Zhou Yang looked like a child who got perfect marks in front of the old man, and smiled sincerely.

The old man didn't say anything else. He lay on the rocking chair and just looked at Zhou Yang quietly, as if he knew he didn't have much time left, so he kept his Yao grandson in mind before leaving. After a while, he fell asleep again.

In the following time, as long as Zhou Yang's spiritual power returns to its full strength, he will slowly transfer his spiritual energy to the old man, again and again.

Lunch and dinner would be delivered. Zhou Yang stayed in the inner courtyard for the whole day without leaving even half a step.

During this period, the old man would occasionally wake up and talk to Zhou Yang. Zhou Yang would tell the old man some of his experiences over the years, but he still did not reveal anything about cultivation.

This time he was not worried about his own comfort, but he knew that for such unnatural behavior as cultivation, the less people knew about it, the less dangerous it would be.

As for how lonely and helpless he has been in the past few years, he did not talk about it. He is not a hypocritical person, and let some things pass.

If it hadn't been for what I've experienced, I wouldn't have been able to embark on a path that others couldn't imagine.

At night, Zhou Yang personally helped the old man to sleep.

"My grandson, do you want to play chess?" The next day, in the inner courtyard, the old man was in much better spirits and was helped by Zhou Yang to the rocking chair.

"Okay, Grandpa, I'll get it." After helping the old man adjust to a comfortable position, Zhou Yang trotted to the study room in the inner courtyard and took out the chess set based on the directions in his memory.

After setting up the chessboard, as per the old rules, Zhou Yang goes first with the black stones.

Everything seems to have returned to ten years ago. At that time, the old man was still strong and would always play a few games with his grandson in his spare time.

Zhou Yang's chess skills can't be said to be that great. He's average and occasionally makes dangerous moves. The old man plays steadily and is neither impatient nor impatient.

Every time he is in trouble, he can turn the danger into safety.

"My grandson, do you know why I taught you to play chess?" The old man rarely stayed awake for such a long time and said to Zhou Yang in a leisurely manner.

"Grandpa, you said that life is like chess." Zhou Yang remembered every word the old man said in the past and blurted it out.

"Yes, life is like chess. Chess pays attention to the overall situation. Every time you make a move, you are paving the way for yourself and identifying your own position. But chess is not life. If you make a wrong move in chess, you can regret it. You will live forever.

But there is no regret medicine.”

"Hey, they made the wrong move..." The old man muttered before finishing the game and started to fall asleep again.

Zhou Yang was not in a hurry to put away the chessboard, and quietly came to the old man's side and continued to wash his body with spiritual energy.

Although Reiki cannot prolong the old man's life, it can delay the trend of organ failure, at least it will not cause the old man too much pain.

Perhaps this is also the most peaceful sleep the old man has had in these years.

People from the Zhou family would often come to the inner courtyard to visit, but they were surprised to find that every time they came, the old man's spirit would get better.

For three days, Zhou Yang stayed in the inner courtyard for three full days.

Sleepless and restless.

When the old man fell asleep, he would instill spiritual energy into the other party.

When the old man woke up, he and his grandson played chess and chatted.

Even using his free time, Zhou Yang made a magical weapon similar to the one he originally gave to Mr. Jiang. Wearing it on his grandfather can continuously circulate spiritual energy, ensuring that even if he is not with his grandfather, the other party can still be in the spiritual energy.

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"My grandson, please come back for the annual party." One day, the old man woke up and suddenly said to Zhou Yang, with a glimmer of hope in his cloudy eyes.

The Zhou family will hold an annual meeting before every Chinese New Year, calling all the direct descendants of the family and throwing a big banquet. This is the tradition of the Zhou family.

It is also a way to show the glory of the family.

After leaving the Zhou family, Zhou Yang never attended the annual meeting again, and no one ever notified him. Even though everyone knew about his existence, they deliberately excluded him.

"Okay." Zhou Yang replied without thinking. He knew that it was very likely that this would be the last annual meeting that the old man could attend.

After hearing Zhou Yang's reply, the old man showed a bright smile with few teeth.

Three days later, Zhou Yang did not remember cleaning the old man with spiritual energy several times. He only felt that his consciousness was exhausted. However, he was very lucky. He noticed that the rate of organ failure in the old man's body had been reduced to the slowest.

At this rate, it can last up to a month.

One month!

Maybe it's enough, maybe it's not enough.

After the old man fell asleep, Zhou Yang only said a few words to the others and left the Zhou family. Zhou Yang did not keep the old man's will, but still put it gently in the old man's arms.

After leaving Zhou's home, Zhou Yang rushed directly to the airport. The five-day appointment with the stall owner in the black market had come and Zhou Yang needed to retrieve the remaining blood gas worms.

Unexpectedly, the stall owner's phone number could not be reached no matter what.

Did he see the wrong person? On the way, Zhou Yang was inevitably a little irritable, not because of the gain or loss of money, but because he couldn't wait to get the blood worms.

Seeing the old man's current situation, he made a decision to refine the longevity pill!

This is also the only hope!

Originally he had three blood worms, but because he gave one to Yu Cheng in Cang County, there are only two left. What he has to do now is not only to obtain the remaining blood worms, but also to explore those unheard of auxiliary medicinal materials.

In the car, Zhou Yang ignored his tiredness and kept flipping through the elixir knowledge passed on to him by Aguai in his spiritual consciousness while using his mobile phone to search online for medicinal materials with similar effects.

Aguai once said that even if the same adjuvant is not available, as long as the effect is similar, there is still a possibility of success.

Suddenly, the phone rang, and the stall owner finally called back.

"Hello?" Zhou Yang answered quickly.

"I'm sorry, hero, something happened at home. I may not be able to go to Cang County for the time being. Can you wait until I finish the matter?" The young stall owner's voice was not right, and he almost finished his words in a sob.

"No, where is your home? I'll get it." Zhou Yang asked eagerly as he had no time to wait.

"My home is in southern Sichuan..."
Chapter completed!