Cultivating Immortality, Starting from Childhood Sweethearts

Huainan Prefecture, Baihe County.

In a farmhouse courtyard on the outskirts of Baihe County, an old man with a hunched back was scattering grain to feed the chickens.

After feeding the chickens, the old man boiled himself a pot of water and sat in the courtyard, calmly watching the blue sky and white clouds.

On the other side of the courtyard, a woman was hanging clothes out to dry.

The woman still looked like she was in her thirties, with a beautiful appearance and a graceful figure, possessing a lingering charm.

Jiang Shi looked like this thirty years ago, she looked like this twenty years ago, and now, she still looks like this.

It was as if the years could not leave a trace on her face.

It was hard to imagine that after a prime minister retired and returned to his hometown, he would actually live in such a farmhouse courtyard, no different from an ordinary farmer.

Sometimes, this former prime minister would even catch some chickens and ducks and take them to the market to sell.

Over the years, Baihe County also knew that such a once high-ranking old man lived in the suburbs, and many people wanted to visit him.

However, all of those people were stopped by the magistrate of Baihe County.

The magistrate of Baihe County dared not let the old man's retirement life be disturbed.

Even only during major festivals such as the New Year, the magistrate of Baihe County dared to come and visit with gifts.

Even if he came to visit, he would only exchange a few words of greeting and leave, for fear of disturbing the old man's peaceful life.

After an unknown amount of time, a man dressed in the clothes of a constable walked to the courtyard gate and bowed to the old man in the courtyard: "May I ask if Mr. Fang is here?"

Fang Ling, the former prime minister of Wu State, stood up and walked out of the courtyard, bowing like an old farmer: "I am he."

The constable quickly bowed again: "Greetings, Mr. Fang. There is a letter for you here, sent from Wudu. I dare not delay and brought it to you as soon as possible. Please sign for it."

When the constable saw Fang Ling, his heart couldn't help but beat faster. This was the former prime minister of Wu State! The most important person he could meet in his life was no more than this.

Fang Ling accepted the letter and nodded: "Thank you for your trouble."

"You are too kind, sir. Then I will go back to report."

"Farewell."

The constable took another look at this great figure before turning around and leaving.

It was obvious that this constable had received instructions from the magistrate, only to deliver the letter and not stay for long.

Fang Ling took the letter and walked back into the courtyard, opened the letter, and read it carefully.

After Jiang Shi finished drying the clothes, she lowered her sleeves, walked to her husband's side, poured him a cup of tea, and quietly stayed by her husband's side.

When Jiang Shi heard that the letter was sent from Wudu, she couldn't help but worry, feeling that their peaceful life might be broken.

After a long time, Fang Ling put down the letter in his hand, and Jiang Shi then opened her mouth and said: "Husband, this letter is..."

Fang Ling smiled: "It was sent by the current Prime Minister of Wu State."

Jiang Shi: "."

Fang Ling put down the envelope: "I have to admit, Mo Chi is indeed a young man favored by the dean of White Deer Academy. So far, everything is within Mo Chi's expectations.

And Mo Chi has not violated what he promised me at the beginning.

He really wants to do this thing.

Everything he has done so far, even if there are some twists and turns, has not violated his original intention after all."

As he spoke, Fang Ling shook his head with a smile: "Like a fool."

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Jiang Shi, who was serving on the side, pinched her fingers and pursed her lips tightly.

Finally, Jiang Shi couldn't help but ask: "Husband, are you going to Wudu?"

Fang Ling nodded: "Yes, I am going to Wudu. Since Mo Chi has prepared everything, isn't that what I am here for today?"

Jiang Shi lowered her head and tightly pinched the hem of her clothes.

Clearly, she had been a wife for decades, but Jiang Shi's face at this time was still like a young girl: "This concubine does not want her husband to leave..."

Fang Ling turned his head and looked at Jiang Shi. Jiang Shi also mustered up the courage to raise her head and look at this man, her eyes not retreating at all.

Fang Ling stood up, stretched out his hand, and patted his wife's head: "How many years have we known each other?"

"Eh?" Jiang Shi didn't expect her husband to suddenly ask this question.

"It's been thirty-five years..." Jiang Shi said.

"It's been thirty-five years already." Fang Ling's tone was quite emotional.

Fang Ling smiled: "Thirty-five years ago, I was still a young scholar, and you were a beautiful little girl. Thirty-five years later, I have become an old scholar, but you are still that beautiful little girl."

Jiang Shi: "."

"Tu'er, I don't have many years left to live."

Fang Ling shook his head!

Although the old man had a head full of white hair, his eyes were as firm as a mountain.

"I am not like you, who can cultivate. Rather than dying of old age like this, I would rather use this decaying body of mine to do something.

Moreover, Xiao Mo Chi is such a promising young man who is not afraid of death. If I, this old thing, don't go, what would that be like?

Wouldn't I be laughed at by the younger generation for nothing?"

"Master will not die..." Jiang Shi raised her head, stubbornly like a little girl.

"Heh, heh, heh...cough, cough, cough..."

Fang Ling laughed and started coughing.

Jiang Shi reached out her hand to pat the old man's back, but Fang Ling waved his hand: "I am going to the county. After I go, I will not come back. Take good care of yourself in the future."

Jiang Shi said anxiously: "I will go with Master."

Fang Ling shook his head: "If you go, you won't be able to come back alive. Be obedient."

Fang Ling patted Jiang Shi's head again, walked out of the courtyard, and untied the old horse tied outside the courtyard.

Watching her husband's figure gradually walk away, Jiang Shi's mind couldn't help but recall that snowy winter thirty-five years ago.

In that snowy winter.

A fox went out hunting, but accidentally fell into a hunter's trap and got its leg caught.

Just when the fox was desperate and was already planning to gradually accept death in the snow, a scholar carrying a book basket walked over and untied the beast clip for the fox.

The scholar tore off his blue shirt to stop the bleeding for the fox, then hugged the fox in his arms and walked step by step in the snowy winter.

The scholar took care of the fox and nursed it back to health.

After the fox's injury healed, the scholar released the fox back into the wild.

On this day, the fox had never wanted to transform into a human form so much.

"Husband, you said I would die?"

Watching her husband disappear into the distance, Jiang Shi whispered to herself.

"But if it weren't for my husband, this concubine would have already died in that winter..."