Cultivating Immortality, Starting from Childhood Sweethearts

White Deer Academy.

In a small courtyard.

A scholar, however, didn't look like one at all, wielding a hoe and tilling the land.

If he weren't wearing a Confucian blue robe, others would mistake him for a farmer, not a scholar.

The scholar straightened his back, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and looked at the patch of land he had cultivated, feeling very satisfied.

The scholar, named Lu Xiaoliu, felt that it wouldn't be long before he could eat the vegetables he had grown himself.

When the time came, he would steal two old hens from the Dean to make soup.

The taste would definitely be amazing.

"Awoo..."

After yawning, Lu Xiaoliu felt a little tired after working. He moved a chair, sat in the courtyard, and basked in the sun while reading a book, looking quite content.

As he read, Lu Xiaoliu felt a little sleepy. He yawned, covered his face with the book, and soon the sound of snoring began.

"Lu Xiaoliu, you have a letter, Lu Xiaoliu, you have a letter."

In the sky, a white crane flew over, flapping its wings and shouting repeatedly. The white crane only repeated one sentence, like a repeating machine.

Lu Xiaoliu removed the book from his face.

The white crane took a letter from the letter bag and dropped it from the air.

Lu Xiaoliu took the envelope, tore it open, and looked at it.

As he read, Lu Xiaoliu couldn't help but frown.

After a long time, after reading the letter countless times, Lu Xiaoliu finally sighed: "Alas, Mo Chi, you have still reached this point..."

Lu Xiaoliu lit the envelope, and the ashes scattered in the air.

He put away the chair, walked into the house, tidied up the room, then carried a bundle on his back, locked the door, and walked out of the courtyard.

He walked step by step down the mountain.

When Lu Xiaoliu reached the mountainside, an old man stood before Lu Xiaoliu with his hands behind his back.

Lu Xiaoliu bowed respectfully: "Disciple greets Dean."

Qi Zhengju, the Dean of White Deer Academy, turned around, looked at the young man, and stroked his white beard: "What's wrong? Aren't you going to steal chickens from my yard today?"

"I won't steal them anymore." Lu Xiaoliu smiled. "If I keep stealing, Dean, you won't have any eggs to eat."

"Whether there are eggs to eat or not doesn't matter. If the eggs are gone, there are still hens that can continue to lay them. I'm just afraid that your life will be gone by then. If your life is gone, then there will be no one to save you."

Lu Xiaoliu: "…"

Qi Zhengju stared into Lu Xiaoliu's eyes, looking at the package on his shoulder: "Are you going down the mountain now?"

"Yes." Lu Xiaoliu nodded. "After all, he is my only brother. If I don't go this time, I'm afraid I will regret it for the rest of my life."

"Heh heh heh heh..." Qi Zhengju smiled as he looked at Lu Xiaoliu. "Lu Xiaoliu ah, Lu Xiaoliu, haven't you done enough regrettable things in your life?"

Lu Xiaoliu was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "It is precisely because this student has done too many regrettable things in this life that I don't want to regret it again this time."

Qi Zhengju shook his head: "It's useless. What if you go? It's useless. Even I can't dissuade Mo Chi from what he wants to do. What he wants to do... Alas... It's useless..."

The Dean said "useless" three times in a row.

Lu Xiaoliu looked at the old man: "Dean, you once said that some things, whether they are useful or not, you only know after you do them."

Qi Zhengju: "."

Lu Xiaoliu bowed respectfully: "Thank you, Dean, for your teachings over the years."

"Enough, enough..." Qi Zhengju waved his hand and turned to the side. "Go, go..."

"Yes."

Lu Xiaoliu straightened up and continued walking down the mountain.

After descending the mountain, Lu Xiaoliu did not leave the mountain gate directly but came to the foot of a mountain peak.

The owner of this mountain peak was a Confucian Libationer named Jia Junjie, who was also the direct teacher of Xiao Mo Chi and Lu Xiaoliu.

When the two of them entered White Deer Academy that year, he directly taught them, but later, because their progress was too fast.

This Confucian Libationer had nothing more to teach them, so the two of them transferred to the Dean of White Deer Academy.

Lu Xiaoliu, who never paid attention to etiquette, put down his package, patted the dust off his body, tidied up his blue robe, then knelt down on both knees and bowed three times.

Standing up, Lu Xiaoliu put his package back on his back and then walked towards the mountain gate of White Deer Academy.

In a courtyard on the mountain peak, Jia Libationer opened his eyes and sighed heavily.

However, just as Lu Xiaoliu was leaving White Deer Academy, at the gate of White Deer Academy, a woman stood in front of Lu Xiaoliu.

Looking at this woman, Lu Xiaoliu smiled and bowed respectfully: "Miss Ran."

The woman named Ran Ran turned around, it was indeed Lu Xiaoliu.

The woman had delicate features and fair skin. Her lips were tightly pursed, and she looked at Lu Xiaoliu as if she were looking at a heartless man: "Are you going down the mountain now?"

Lu Xiaoliu nodded: "Yes."

Ran Ran took a deep breath and said slowly: "What Xiao Mo Chi wants to do is none of your business."

Lu Xiaoliu smiled: "He is my brother."

"Then what about me!" Ran Ran looked at Lu Xiaoliu seriously. "What am I in your eyes?"

Lu Xiaoliu raised his head and looked calmly at the woman in front of him, but remained silent.

Looking at Lu Xiaoliu's silence, Ran Ran clenched her fists tightly, her chest rising and falling sharply:

"Back then, when I confessed to you, you were silent!"

"After that, I slandered you for defiling my purity, and you were still silent!"

"Your reputation was ruined, and you were pointed at by thousands of people, and you were still silent!"

"Ten years later, I ask you again, and you still say nothing!"

"Mr. Lu has truly interpreted the four words 'Silence is golden' to the fullest!"

Lu Xiaoliu smiled and shook his head: "I have always only regarded you as a friend. In fact, on that night ten years ago, I wanted to say it, but at that time, you had just broken through your cultivation and your emotions were not stable.

After that, you understood my intentions, so there was no need to say it anymore.

As for refuting your slander against me, I cannot refute it, and there is no need to refute it."

"Lu Xiaoliu." Ran Ran shouted loudly, "Am I really not as good as her?"

"Miss Ran does not need to compare herself to anyone." Lu Xiaoliu bowed respectfully again, "It is I who am not worthy of you."

Lu Xiaoliu straightened his back: "I still need to hurry on my way, so I will take my leave first. I hope you take care."

Lu Xiaoliu walked forward step by step.

"Clang!" Ran Ran drew her long sword and pointed it at Lu Xiaoliu's heart.

But Lu Xiaoliu seemed not to have expected it and continued walking forward.

Lu Xiaoliu kept moving forward, and the long sword kept retracting.

Finally, the long sword in the woman's hand fell to the ground, and Lu Xiaoliu brushed past her.

As Lu Xiaoliu gradually walked away, she squatted on the ground, and her cries echoed in the mountains.