In the blink of an eye, ten more years have passed since the appointment at Piaomiao Mountain.
But thirteen years ago, there was a struggle between man and nature, a great war between the North and the South, with countless casualties!
Needless to say, more than half of the cultivators have been killed in battle, and the mortals are even more miserable, with only ten or ten left...
The way of heaven is vast and the way of humanity is full of vicissitudes.
As time goes by, past wounds slowly heal and scab.
In more than ten years, people rebuilt their homes and prospered. Although they were not as prosperous as those days, they were still thriving.
Yong'an City is a small county town at the foot of Ziyan Mountain.
There is no spiritual vein here, so there are no monks practicing here, and no monsters live here. It is an ordinary mortal town.
In the city's traditional Chinese medicine clinic, two men were looking at the doctor in front of them eagerly.
"Mr. Lu, how are you? Can my son's illness be cured?" The person who spoke was a scholar. He seemed to have a good temperament and a bit of heroism between his brows.
As soon as he finished speaking, another person also spoke: "Mr. Lu, just tell us how much it costs as long as we can save our son. Even if I, Leng Hu, lose my entire family, I will never frown!"
After hearing this, the doctor glanced at the two men and sighed softly.
"General Leng, Mr. Li, it's not that Mr. Lu is unwilling to treat me, but that your son's symptoms are really strange. I have tried all kinds of methods, but I can't help but..."
This sentence made the two men feel as if they were struck by lightning, and their faces became as pale as paper.
"How could this happen..." The scholar murmured: "Even Mr. Lu can't cure him, who else in the entire Song Dynasty can cure him?"
Another asked: "How long will our son live?"
"At most half a year."
"Is there nothing we can do?"
"Perhaps... only those illusory cultivators can heal." The doctor said in a helpless tone.
"Cultivator..."
Both men were desperate.
The Song Dynasty is a mortal country, and there are no cultivators in its territory. It is simply wishful thinking to find a monk willing to rescue him within half a year!
Speaking of these two people, their status in the Song Dynasty is not low.
One of them is a well-known poet named Li Yan; the other is a general who protects the country and is named Leng Hu.
The two are close friends, and both are over fifty. They had no children before, but they gave birth to a son at the same time five years ago.
When you are old and have a son, you will be overjoyed!
Later, Leng Hu got tired of the disputes in the court and chose to resign and go into seclusion. It happened that Li Yan also had the idea of seclusion, so the two of them took their families to Pingle Village outside Yong'an City.
I wanted to spend the rest of my life peacefully, but I didn't expect that two years ago, their son suddenly became seriously ill. Since then, he has been mentally depressed and cold, like a dying person.
Leng Hu and Li Yan were eager to save their son and visited various famous doctors, but their condition never improved in the past two years.
A few days ago, I finally found a famous hidden doctor. I didn’t expect that after some diagnosis and treatment, I got such an answer...
Leng Hu said nothing, his tight lips trembling slightly.
This man, who had always been resolute, had a sad look on his face, and the light in his eyes gradually dimmed.
"father!"
The door curtain of the back room was opened, and a tough-looking boy came out.
His eyes were full of stubbornness.
"Good boy, come to daddy."
Seeing him come out, Leng Hu wiped away a tear from the corner of his eye and forced a smile.
"Dad, are you crying again?"
The boy was very sensible. He walked up to Leng Hu and said in a childish tone: "Dad, don't worry. The boy is not afraid of death. The boy hopes to become a man who stands upright like his father!"
After hearing this, Leng Hu smiled with tears in his eyes, nodded and said: "Okay, you are worthy of being the son of my Leng family. Don't worry, dad will definitely let you live!"
While talking, another boy came out of the back room.
This boy was born with handsome features and looked somewhat similar to Li Yan.
"Dad, let's go back... I want you to teach me how to write poems and practice calligraphy."
After hearing this, Li Yan sighed and touched his head with his hand.
"Okay, let's go back now. Dad will be with you from now on."
"Daddy is the best!" the boy beamed.
Li Yan and Leng Hu looked at each other, their hearts filled with helplessness.
"Let's go back... let them be happy in the last moment."
"Um."
The two stood up silently and said goodbye to the doctor.
It was late autumn at this time. When I left the hospital, I saw the autumn leaves washing and falling, and a chill came to my heart.
It was just dawn and there were not many pedestrians on the street.
Suddenly, they heard the sound of "tap tap", which attracted their attention.
Li Yan and Leng Hu seemed to feel something. They looked at the end of the street and saw an old man and a young man riding a donkey.
The donkey hummed, its steps were slow but fast, and it didn't take long to reach the entrance of the courtyard.
Leng Hu is a person who has seen the world. Seeing that the two of them are extraordinary, he is not angry that they are blocking the way. He holds his fists and smiles: "I'm Leng Hu, this is my sworn brother Li Yan. I don't know what you call them. Why are you blocking the way?"
Our way forward?"
The old man and the young man looked at each other and both smiled slightly.
"I'm Shen Sanchi."
"Liang Yan is here."
Leng Hu was stunned after hearing this, and thought to himself: "Shen Sanchi, Liang Yan? I have never heard of these two figures... I have never dealt with them before. Could it be that they were sent by the enemy to cause trouble for me?"
Thinking of this, his eyes became a lot more wary.
But the young man chuckled and said, "You are overthinking it. Liang is here to save these two children."
After hearing this, Leng Hu's eyes became even more surprised.
"Can this person see through my mind? How does he know that my son is sick?"
Just as this idea came to mind, the young man smiled again and said: "My son's illness cannot be cured by medicine. He had great opportunities in his previous life, but he died suddenly in the end. Therefore, after reincarnation, he is limited by the laws of heaven and is destined to live no longer than six years old."
As soon as these words came out, both Leng Hu and Li Yan's expressions changed drastically.
"How do you know that? Are you one of those immortals who can fly into the sky and escape from the earth?"
"I can't call you an immortal, just an enlightened person." The man said calmly.
Plop!
Leng Hu and Li Yan knelt down at the same time and begged: "Please save my son's life!"
With a gentle flick of the man's hand, a breeze immediately came out from under their knees, gently lifting them up.
"If you want to save them, you have to practice with me."
After hearing this, Leng Hu looked overjoyed and nodded hurriedly: "It is my son's blessing to be able to practice with the immortal master!"
Li Yan hurriedly pulled over the two boys and said to the young man: "This is the son of my Li family, named Li Mobai. This is the son of the Leng family, Leng Kuansheng."
"Mo Bai, Kuangsheng, why don't you quickly pay your respects to the immortal master?"
After hearing this, the two boys looked at each other.
"You want to be my teacher? Can you compose poetry?" Li Mobai asked in a childish tone with his big innocent eyes open.
Unlike him, Leng Kuangsheng pouted with a look of dissatisfaction.
"Hmph! I, Leng Kuangsheng, will become a general in the future, and I will not become a disciple casually!"