Mortal's journey to immortality

At ten o'clock in the evening, Wang Lu helped his mother and cooked a meal of goat meat. During the meal, he took out a jar of secular Maozhou wine and ate the red soup and fragrant goat meat while drinking it with his father. Maozhou wine.

He briefly told his two elders everything that happened after he left home. The meal lasted for more than an hour, and the three of them enjoyed it happily. This reminded Wang Lu of two secular poems: Green ants make new fermented wine, A small red clay stove, nothing more than that.

At night, Wang Lu meditated and practiced with two middle-grade spiritual stones in his hands. He could see that his parents still had more than ten years to live at most, and he secretly decided to stay with them until a hundred years later.

Thinking of this, I can't help but feel sad. Any panacea is no longer effective for parents. He can only fulfill his filial piety. The greatest sorrow is that his son wants to support him but refuses to be loved. Even if he really cultivates and becomes an immortal in the future, he will It is an indelible scar in his endless years.

The next day, Wang Lu released the sound blade, cast a spell to send his parents up, and used his magic to protect them. Then he activated the sound blade and led them to soar in the sky. He took his parents to the Yunwu Mountain. Where they were rescued by their master when they were in danger, he took them to the depths of Yunwu Mountain.

It turns out that deep in the Yunwu Mountain, there is a third-level demon wolf occupying a mountain spring with thin spiritual energy, and uses it to practice.

When it saw Wang Lu's sound blade hovering on its territory, Wang Lu faintly exuded an aura that was comparable to the late stage of Jindan. It was so frightened that the demon wolf lay tightly in the forest and kept whimpering.

After Wang Lu explained to his parents, especially when Wang Hao saw that the demon wolf did not step out of Yunwu Mountain to hurt the villagers, he told Wang Lu not to kill, as God has the virtue of good life.

Five years later, Wang Lu's cultivation had been perfected and his magic power could no longer be increased. His parents gradually became stooped and could not even speak.

One day ten years ago, Wang Lu stayed at the bedside of his seriously ill father. Wang Hao held Zhang Yan's hand tightly with one hand and held Wang Lu's wrist with the other. He looked lovingly at his lover who had been with him for more than forty years. With so much love in their eyes, Zhang Yan and Wang Lu already had tears in their eyes.

Wang Hao closed his eyes and passed away peacefully when Wang Lu called out "Dad".

Wang Lu buried his father where they were in danger and were rescued by Qiu Huaren.

At this time, only mother and son were left at home.

Wang Lu wanted to return to the Dream Sect and see if Chen Yaer was in the sect. He wanted to fulfill his mother's last wish, which was to take a look at his daughter-in-law.

Wang Lu took advantage of the Feiying Gang coming to deliver ingredients and took out a jade slip and handed it to a young martial artist with strong martial arts skills to pass it on to the Dream Sect.

Without saying a word, the young warrior galloped up his horse, mounted a thousand-mile horse and left.

Two years later, even if Wang Lu used his weak magic power to protect his mother's body, Zhang Yan would leave him in about ten days at most.

On the seventh day, like a blooming narcissus, Chen Ya'er came to Wang Lu's home and burst into tears when she saw the dying Queen Mother.

She walked to the bedside. Zhang Yan, who had fallen asleep, opened his eyes with difficulty and saw Chen Yaer and Wang Lu at the bedside. She couldn't help but smile with satisfaction. She was almost speechless. She slightly He waved Wang Lu to leave.

Wang Lu closed the door and looked at the bow and arrow hanging on the wall silently. He knew that his mother would soon leave him.

The road is ruthless. Only by walking on the road can you crush its ruthlessness.

This helpless mood made him feel sad, incompetent, and helpless. What is the meaning of life?

Maybe everyone has a different understanding. Maybe the meaning of my mother's life is to grow old with her father and see herself marry a wife and have children. This is all she has.

Chen Yaer walked out with red eyes, tears constantly rolling in her eyes. When she saw Wang Lu, her tears instantly fell down.

Wang Lu walked forward, patted her shoulder, and went into the house.

Zhang Yan sat up and looked at him with a smile. He sat on the bedside and held her somewhat cold hands. He wanted to warm her and give her enough warmth, but tears fell down unsatisfactorily.

Zhang Yan smiled warmly, opened his mouth slightly, and said something, which seemed to be three words: Chen...ya...er...

His mother passed away peacefully, and Wang Lu buried her and her father together. She stayed in front of their graves for a full year, and Chen Ya'er accompanied him.

Over the past year, the gorgeous Chen Ya'er has transformed into a village girl, wearing plain clothes and no makeup. They built a thatched shed. Chen Ya'er was like a wife, preparing three meals a day for Wang Lu, and so did Wang Lu. He ate with her, and the food turned out to be a little bit like her mother's cooking at the beginning. She stayed silent with him, watched the clouds rise and rise with him, and sat next to him to accompany him.

Seeing her face turned black and white by the heavy smoke, seeing Chen Yaer picking flowers in spring, green leaves in summer, giving yellow chrysanthemums in autumn, and placing a few bunches of winter plums on her parents' graves in winter, he wanted to give her a Hug, I really want to give her a hug, just give her a hug like that and tell her: Thank you, I will never forget it in this life.

Wang Lu restrained himself severely and bound his heart tightly. Chen Yaer's face turned red and she blamed Wang Lu for not telling her when he left the clan. Fortunately, the young warrior had been working almost day and night for a year. In half a day, I rode horses, took a boat, and climbed over mountains and rivers to the Xiangxiang Kingdom, which was affiliated with the Blood Soul Sect. I found the person in charge of the Blood Soul Sect's branch. The person in charge walked around again and after half a year, I finally delivered the jade slip to the dream. Zong, met her who had just come out of seclusion. After seeing the jade slip, she ignored everything about the sect and came over without telling anyone. If it had been one day late, she would not have been able to see her aunt.

After saying this, she lowered her head with some complaints and grabbed her clothes uneasily.

Listening to Chen Ya'er's affectionate and direct narration, the feelings that Wang Lu had suppressed in his heart kept pouring out. He looked at Chen Ya'er and tried hard to carve her into his heart. This woman accompanied him without any complaints or complaints. He regretted the woman who accompanied him through the spring, autumn, winter and summer. He was indebted to her for the rest of his life.

Wang Lu smiled bitterly and said, "Ya'er, let's go back to the clan, okay?" He moved to Chen Ya'er's side and took her uneasy jade hand. Chen Ya'er raised her head and looked at Wang Lu, as if she had seen through his disguise and Helpless, he said with a smile: "Brother Lu, no matter what happens in the future, I only have you in my heart. Let's return to the sect."

"Sha Ya'er, I will never forget you, unless the day of death comes. Whenever you need me, no matter the mountains and rivers or the sea of ​​swords and fire, I will come and accompany you. This is great. ?" Wang Lu took Chen Ya'er's hand and said to her gently.

"Okay, let's play Gou. Brother Lu's favorite thing to do is disappear. It was like this last time, and it will be like this this time too. There can't be a next time. You must tell Ya'er next time, okay?" Chen Ya'er smiled reluctantly. said.