"Qingyun, are your great-grandfather and others here?"
The man lying on the bed saw his favorite grandson kneeling on the ground and wanted to get up and help him up.
It's just that he was already breathing out more than he was breathing in at this time, and he didn't have the strength to stand up and help him. After trying, he had to lean against the bed curtain again with the help of the woman next to him.
It's just that he held the hand of the young man named "Qingyun" without any intention of letting go. Instead, he held it tighter and tighter. There was also a look of expectation in his eyes, just like that.
Look at the kneeling young man.
Looking at his grandfather's face full of expectation, the young man who had been under too much pressure had drops of cold sweat rolling down his forehead.
The young man raised his sleeves from time to time to brush the sweat off his face, while stammering:
"Great-grandfather...great-grandfather"
He really didn't dare to tell the truth to his grandfather, who was over 50 years old. He was afraid that his grandfather would accidentally pass away in one breath.
My grandfather suddenly fell ill a few months ago, and he has not recovered from his illness.
Even the elixirs left by my great-grandfather, great-grandmother and the third ancestor a few years ago did not work.
We invited famous doctors in the world and visited us several times. When we finally left, we just said:
"My condolences! Let's prepare for the funeral as soon as possible!"
In the past few days, my grandfather's condition has become more serious and confused, and he is ordered to wait for people outside the house every day.
It's just that I haven't seen any more people in these days. I guess these immortal cultivators who are related to my grandfather by blood didn't take them seriously!
"Speak quickly, Qingyun!"
"Your great-grandparents are here... are they here?"
Chen Qingyun on the other side was prepared to delay for a while, but Chen Li on the other side couldn't wait any longer. He pulled Chen Qingyun's hand with a trembling hand and asked intermittently with a look of prayer in his eyes.
Chen Li couldn't wait any longer. He knew he wouldn't be able to survive this test. Before he died, he wanted to see his parents and family, but this wish was extremely difficult.
He grew up in a family of cultivators, but unfortunately he had no spiritual roots and could not practice.
After his spiritual root test at the age of six, his life changed drastically.
No one knows his suffering, no one knows his yearning for immortality and his desire to practice cultivation.
He kept burying this in his heart, but it was of no use.
He hated God's ruthlessness and his own incompetence. Why was it that among his brothers and sisters, he was the only one who had no spiritual roots?
He hated his parents for not keeping him by their side, preventing him from growing up beside them, enjoying their care, their true affection and love. He hated everything...
If there is a next life, he must be a person with spiritual roots, practice well, stay with his parents, and not be the "child of an immortal" in the eyes of others.
Chen Zhong's eyes gradually became blurry, and his eyelids became heavy. He tried hard to open his eyes, to see the people and things in the room, and to see if the person he was waiting for had arrived.
Come.
It's a pity that he doesn't have this chance anymore. He can't open his eyes, he can't lift his hands, and gradually his body begins to feel weak.
He was very sleepy, he wanted to sleep, he wanted to be in his mother's arms, he seemed to recall the days of being happy by his parents' side.
Every day his mother would hold him to sleep, sing to him, cook delicious meals for him, and...
It's just that he is still the young man without spiritual roots after all.
"boom"
His hand finally fell down weakly, and his body still fell limply.
Before he died, he didn't wait for the person he wanted to see. His eyes were wide open, as if he was still waiting for those people in his heart.
Gradually, his body began to feel cold, and his hands also became cold...
The woman beside his bed shouted first:
"The master passed away!"
After saying that, she picked up the handkerchief and wiped it off her rouged face. She didn't care whether the makeup on her face would be stained or not, and just kept crying.
"Grandpa, wake up"
"Don't joke with your grandson. Your grandson will definitely listen to you in the future."
Wang Qingyun stretched out his hands and began to shake Chen Li vigorously on the bed, whose body was already starting to feel cold, as if he was going crazy.
He opened his eyes wide and couldn't believe that his grandfather had passed away like this. On his red face, tears fell like pearls on a line, one by one, crystal clear.
Finally he couldn't bear it anymore, and lay down on the edge of the bed, leaning against Chen Li's body, and cried loudly, shouting:
"grandfather"
This shows that this Chen Qingyun and his Chen Zhong still have some real feelings.
This scene is really touching, but not everyone in this mansion is as sad as Chen Qingyun, at least most of them are not.
Although the woman next to Chen Qingyun was holding a handkerchief and wiping the tears falling from her eyes, there was no trace of sadness on her face.
When everyone was sad, she wiped her eyes vigorously with a handkerchief. After a while, her eyes were swollen.
People who didn't know her would definitely think that she was very much in love with this dead person.
But the slightly raised corners of this woman's mouth and the occasional expression of pride in her swollen eyes had given her away.
The group of people who were kneeling down and crying bitterly were all thinking about their own little calculations, calculating the "miraculous medicine" in their eyes, the wealth, and the worldly relationships. I don't know how many of them were sincerely thinking about this gift.
Passed and sad.
…………
Jiuhua Mountain Biyun Peak.
"Li'er passed away"
Chen Yuqian looked at a communication charm in his hand, and his brows continued to wrinkle deeper and deeper.
His eldest grandson Chen Li passed away! After all, this eldest grandson without spiritual roots walked into the Palace of Hell before them.
Chen Yuqian didn't have much contact with his grandson, so the relationship between the two was not deep, far less than the relationship with Chen Zhiyu.
In addition, Chen Li was the first child, carrying too much hope, but in the end he poured a lot of cold water on everyone. Therefore, after he was sent to the mortal world after being tested as having no spiritual roots at the age of six, Chen Yuqian never had a child again.
Met him.
After all, he has lived too long, more than a hundred years old, which is too much compared to the short life span of a few decades for mortals.
He has seen too many life and death, too many joys and sorrows.
He may not be at a very high level, but his many years of experience in practicing Taoism tell him that if he has too many negotiations with mortals and puts in too much emotion, he will only be separated in the form of seeing each other off in the end.
Lossful.
Therefore, he will not feel too much sadness for the passing of this grandson who has no spiritual roots. At most, he will feel a little sympathy, emotion and pity for a tiny speck of dust on this vast earth!
It's just that he can have no unnecessary emotions, but his son will not be without them.
Chen Shifeng doesn't have long to live, so the news of his son's death should be told to him.
A trace of crimson spiritual energy gushed out from Chen Yuqian's hand, he gestured in the air for a while, and then a talisman flew down the mountain.
…………
Chen's courtyard.
Chen Shifeng took the messenger talisman from his father, with a clear look of grief on his face, and uttered a sentence with difficulty:
"My poor Li'er"
After saying that, he moved and ran down the mountain.