Above the Immortal Cultivation

In the evening, Wang Lu helped his mother prepare a meal of goat meat.

During the meal, he took out a jar of secular Maozhou wine and ate the red and fragrant goat meat while drinking with his father.

He briefly told his elders everything that happened after he left home. The meal lasted for more than an hour, and the three of them enjoyed themselves.

This reminded Wang Lu of two short poems: green ants' newly fermented wine, and 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 tell that his parents still had more than ten years to live at most, so he secretly decided to stay with them until a hundred years later.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel sad. Any panacea was no longer effective for his parents. All he could do was fulfill his filial piety.

God has treated me fairly well, but it is the greatest tragedy in the world that the child wants to be taken care of but is not treated as such.

Early the next morning, Wang Lu released the sound blade and cast a spell to send his parents up. The magic power protected them, and then activated the sound blade, leading them to soar in the sky, and accompanied them 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 where they were rescued.

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

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

After explaining to his parents, Wang Hao especially saw that the demon wolf did not step out of Yunwu Mountain to hurt the villagers, so he told him 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' bodies gradually became stooped, and they could not even speak fluently.

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 infinite love in his eyes. Zhang Yan had already burst into tears, and Wang Lu's vision was blurred by tears.

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

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

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

His father's departure made Wang Lu feel heartbroken. He wanted to return to the Dream Sect so much to 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 fact that the Flying Eagle Gang came to deliver the ingredients, and took out a jade slip and gave it to a young martial artist with strong martial arts skills, asking him to find a way to teleport it to Chen Yaer of the Dream Sect.

Without saying a word, the young warrior galloped on, 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 her eyes with difficulty. When she saw Chen Ya'er and Wang Lu at the bedside, she couldn't help but smile slightly.

She was almost speechless and waved Wang Lu away slightly.

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 powerless sadness made him feel desolate, 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 wants.

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 tenderly.

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 unsatisfactoryly.

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 at 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 acted 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 due to the heavy smoke, seeing Chen Yaer picking flowers in spring, green leaves in summer, giving yellow chrysanthemums in autumn, and placing a few bouquets 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 blushed and blamed Wang Lu for not telling her when he left the sect. Fortunately, the young warrior rode horses, took boats, and crossed mountains and ridges almost day and night for a year and a half to reach Xiangxiang Country, which was affiliated with Xuepo Sect. He found the person in charge in the Xuepo Sect’s division. The person in charge went around for half a year and finally delivered the jade slip to Huanhuan Sect, where she met her who had just come out of seclusion.

Seeing the jade slip, she came here regardless of everything without telling anyone. If she was a day later, she would not be able to see her aunt.

At this point, she lowered her head with some complaints and grabbed her clothes anxiously.

Listening to Chen Yaer’s affectionate and direct narration, the feelings that Wang Lu suppressed in his heart kept pouring out. He looked at Chen Yaer and tried to engrave her into his heart. This woman who accompanied him through spring, autumn, winter and summer without complaints and regrets, he owed her a lifetime.

Wang Lu smiled bitterly: "Ya'er, let's go back to the sect, 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 saw through his disguise and helplessness, and smiled and said: "Brother Lu, no matter what happens in the future, I only have you in my heart, let's go back."

"Silly Ya'er, I will never forget you, unless the day of my death comes. No matter when, if you need me, no matter thousands of mountains and rivers or swords and fire, I will come and accompany you, is this okay?"

Wang Lu took Chen Ya'er's hand and said to her gently.

"Okay, then let's make a promise. Brother Lu likes to play missing the most. He did it last time and this time as well. There must be no next time. You must tell Ya'er next time, okay?"

Chen Ya'er said with a sweet smile.