Cultivation of Immortality

After putting aside the matter of Xian'er, Zhui'er asked where his father was. Speaking of which, his feelings for his father were much worse than his feelings for his mother. It cannot be said that his feelings for his father were shallow, just because the feelings between mother and son were too deep. .

"Your father is a very busy man now. He has been away for a year or two. This time he has only been gone for half a year, and it is still too early to come back." When mentioning her husband, Qing'er felt distressed and resentful.

Zhui'er frowned and said, "My family is quite wealthy. Please advise me not to work so hard. It's not safe to travel outside."

Qing'er snorted and said, "He is addicted to making money. When he proposed to do business, his face smiled like a flower. He didn't feel it was hard work." After complaining about Hongshi, she started to defend Hongshi again, " You don’t have to worry about him. Now that the business is getting bigger and there are many assistants around him, just let him go as he pleases. I have people to take care of me at home, so I don’t have to worry too much.”

Seeing that her mother didn't complain too much about her father, Zhui'er didn't want to say anything more and asked instead, "Are grandparents okay?"

Qing'er's expression dimmed, "Your grandma and grandma have both passed away. I will take you to the ancestral hall to offer incense to grandma, and then go see your grandpa."

Zhui'er's heart ached, "The fruits and herbs I brought back don't seem to be of much use."

Qing'er sighed, "Your grandma and grandma are already weak. They were all sick when you came back last time. It's not that those things don't work, it's that their illness is too serious. Even...even the tiger's elixir It didn't work." She wouldn't tell others about Danbao easily, but her son was about to become a god, so there was no need to hide it from him.

"Danbao?" Zhui'er didn't quite understand what it was.

Qing'er whispered, "Do you still remember the tiger you killed? There was a pill in it! You were too young at the time, so we didn't tell you."

"Oh! You're talking about the inner elixir. You have to be careful with that thing. The tiger's inner elixir is too evil. It will definitely be harmful to mortals if it comes close to it." Zhui'er has not learned the art of alchemy in vain these years.

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"Ah?! Really! We treat it as a treasure for the four old people to take turns carrying, so to speak... so to speak..." Qing'er's face changed with anxiety.

Zhui'er hurriedly comforted him, "Don't worry, that tiger has no moral skills. If you just keep its inner elixir with you, it won't cause much harm."

"Oh! Then I have to tell your grandpa to stop taking him with him. Come on, you can follow me to grandpa's place." Qing'er panicked and pulled Zhuo'er up and left.

"Mom, don't make such a fuss. It's really not a big deal. Your being so hasty and angry will only make grandpa uneasy." Zhui'er was afraid that her mother would blame herself, so she repeatedly emphasized that the harm was not big.

Qing'er slowed down her pace and said in a deep voice, "Then I will take you to burn incense for grandma first, and then go over there."

When he was offering incense to his grandma in the ancestral hall, Zhuo'er shed a burst of tears sadly. He was only four years old when he left home, and his memory of his grandparents was very shallow, but he was his grandma after all, and they were connected by blood.

When the mother and son arrived at the main courtyard, they were greeted by two maids. One of them was whom Zhui'er had met when she came back last time. Now she has grown from a little maid to a big maid, and the other was a new addition, only ten years old. Looks like five or six.

Qing'er didn't want them to hear too much, so she sent them down to rest. Entering the main room, Zhui'er saw his grandfather who was nearly seventy years old and lying on the hospital bed. This was no longer the man he remembered who walked with a loud thump and could fuck. Grandpa can no longer cast a net, but now he is an old man with a wrinkled face and a haggard look.

"Grandpa!" Zhui'er called sadly and knelt down in front of the bed.

"Zhui'er? Are you Zhui'er?" Grandpa opened his dim eyes with an expression of disbelief.

Qing'er bowed her body and said, "It's Zhui'er. Zhui'er is back to see you."

"It's me, grandpa, but Zhui'er is unfilial. I didn't come to see you until today..." Zhui'er said as tears flowed down his face.

Grandpa touched Zhuo'er's head with his big dry hands, and tears welled up in his eyes. He choked and said, "Okay, okay, okay, just come back. Grandpa misses you. Your parents won't tell me and your grandma the truth. We I can’t ask anything. After so many years, I just thought that I would never see you again until I die. Your grandma was still talking about you before she died..."

What Qing'er didn't want to see the most was this scene, so she quickly interrupted and said, "Dad, why are you talking about this? Aren't you just making your child sad? Hongshi and I didn't lie to you two. Zhui'er just went out to study art. This is not safe." An’s back, look at his tender skin, it’s not like he suffered a lot, right?”

Grandpa complained aggrievedly, "You didn't tell me where he went to study. Can I not worry if he doesn't come back after so many years? Your mother and I..."

Qing'er didn't dare to let him continue and interrupted again, "Don't my children send letters back every year? I've read every letter to you." After she finished speaking, she secretly glanced at Zhuo'er.

"I can't read, so I'm not fooling you." Grandpa said helplessly. As people get older, they really become like children. When he meets his eldest grandson, he has found someone to express his grievances to.

The look in Zhui'er's mother's hand when he handed it over told him that his parents must have forged the letter for him in order to appease his grandparents, which made him feel a little more sad.

"Grandpa, I have lived a good life these years. It's just that the journey is too far and I can't come back often. It makes you worry about your grandson. It's because your grandson is unfilial."

"It's not your fault, it's all their fault. How can you make the decision at such a young age? It's all their fault!" Grandpa looked at Qing'er angrily and said, "Now life is getting better.

What kind of skills are you asking him to learn? It’s time for him to come back. Besides, what else can’t be learned after so many years? "

Qing'er said with a smile, "Okay, okay, when Hongshi comes back I will tell him that he doesn't want to learn any more and let Zhui'er come back."

"Why are you waiting for him to come back!" Grandpa took Zhui'er's arm and said, "Don't go back. Your father's business also needs manpower. Just stay and do business with your father. Sooner or later, this family business will be yours. Come on early The receiver can learn the ropes early.”

"Okay, Grandpa." Zhui'er couldn't help wiping his tears. He didn't have deep feelings for his grandfather before, but he didn't expect that his grandparents, who had always been taciturn, loved him so deeply. He thought that his grandmother didn't even care until she died. When he could see himself, he couldn't stop crying.

Qing'er tried to persuade and coax her, "Okay, okay, dad, we'll listen to you. Don't worry, take a rest first. I'll bring Zhui'er over later, and I'll pour you a cup of tea."

The old man waved his hand and said, "You know how to coax me. I won't tell you. I told Zhui'er to go ahead. I'm not tired. I finally saw Zhui'er. I want to talk to him."

Qing'er advised, "Dad, I'm afraid you're too excited and your body won't be able to bear it. You should rest your mind first and ask Zhui'er to come over and talk to you later. He can't run away. No one will dare to let him go unless you speak."

The old man waved his hand stubbornly again and said, "I'm not tired. Go ahead and let Zhui'er accompany me. I'll rest when I feel tired."

Seeing that the old man insisted on this, Qing'er didn't dare to disobey any more, so she had to hand the poured tea into Zhui'er's hand, and then said, "Let grandpa rest after chatting with grandpa for a while." After that, she whispered to the old man. , "Dad, then Dan Bao should come back and take care of Zhui'er for two days."

"Yes, yes, yes!" The old man felt that his daughter-in-law's reminder was a good one, and nodded in approval. He hurriedly reached out and took out a delicate little purse from his arms, and secretly stuffed it into Zhui'er's hand.