Shen Qingyu didn't care about achieving success in cultivation or being born with auspicious stars in her destiny.

But she cared about the last two sentences the mad Taoist said: If he does not cultivate Taoism, Erbao will suffer constant disasters after the age of seven and will not live past the age of sixteen!

Qi Yunxiao was also feeling anxious. After thinking it over, he said, "How about we ask Erbao for his opinion?"

Shen Qingyu suddenly looked at Qi Yunxiao.

Qi Yunxiao met his gaze frankly: "Although the child is young, she saw and heard everything that happened today. Her opinion should be taken into consideration."

Too……

Shen Qingyu felt a pang of pain in her heart, but there was nothing she could do.

The couple returned to the table and looked at their second child, who was being protected by his siblings.

Although Erbao was scared, he looked at Shen Qingyu and Qi Yunxiao with a serious expression: "Dad, Mom, please say what you want to say. Erbao is very obedient."

Shen Qingyu almost burst into tears.

She opened her arms, and the three children were stunned for a moment before rushing over to her.

Holding the three children in her arms, nuzzling them against her cheeks one by one, Shen Qingyu finally squatted down in front of them, her face solemn: "Of course I don't want you to go..."

"But your dad said we should listen to your thoughts. After all, our second child is also a very thoughtful little one."

"So your father and I wanted to ask you, what do you think of what that Taoist priest said today?"

Erbao blinked, clearly not expecting his mother to ask him such a question.

In the past, no matter how big or small the matter was, my mother always made the decisions herself. When did she ever ask for my opinion?

Erbao looked at Dabao, then at Xiaobao, and after a long while, he finally spoke: "I can't bear to leave Daddy and Mommy..."

"But Da Bao just said that if what they said is true, then I won't live past sixteen. In nine years, I might have to leave Daddy and Mommy forever..."

"I want to stay with my parents forever! I also can't bear to leave my sister and brother. I don't want to die before I turn sixteen."

After all, the child was only six years old. The fear of death, the fear of separation from mother and child, and the reluctance to part with his siblings made Erbao finally burst into tears.

Even with tears streaming down her face, Erbao bravely wiped them away.

"I'm willing to become the Mad Taoist Priest's disciple. Waaah..."

Shen Qingyu could no longer hold back her tears, and she held Erbao in her arms as tears streamed down her face!

"Good child! Such a sensible child..."

The mad Taoist priest woke up at some point and overheard Erbao's words outside. He was so moved that tears streamed down his face.

Unfortunately, the old Taoist priest was too slovenly. Tears streamed down his face, leaving two deep rashes. After wiping them away, the grime on his face was indescribable.

Shen Qingyu was angry and couldn't help but say to Cheng Ping, "Take this person to the backyard, wash him clean, and then bring him back."

Seeing Shen Qingyu shed tears, Cheng Ping felt a pang of pain in his heart. He immediately felt a surge of righteous indignation, grabbed the mad Taoist by the back of the neck, and dragged him away.

The mad Taoist priest was gripped by the collar, his fate sealed, unable to speak and his eyes rolling back in his head.

Once they were dragged to the backyard, Cheng Ping poured cold water on them!

The mad Taoist priest screamed like a pig being slaughtered!

"Ouch! It's cold!"

It's just cold, isn't it?

The water in this backyard is spring water coming down from a cave in the back mountain; it's so refreshing!

Because the irrigation canal happened to pass right behind Shen Qingyu's house, an opening was made there, so Shen Qingyu's family no longer needed to fetch water.

This made things easier for Cheng Ping. He poured cool mountain spring water down the slope and then picked up the bristle brush he used to bathe the black horse and the skinny donkey and scrubbed them vigorously!

The mad Taoist priest, who disliked bathing, felt his whole body burning and screamed repeatedly.

If it weren't for the fact that it stung her eyes, Shen Qingyu would have loved to splash some water on her face and scrub her eyes a few times.

Qi Yunxiao suppressed the urge to beat him up again and closed his eyes, refusing to look at him.

Wen Che and Wen Jin were secretly pleased.

I'll teach you to speak without thinking!

I called you over and you made everyone in the room cry!

Should!

After a long while, when the Mad Taoist was finally washed clean, dressed in Cheng Ping's clean clothes and shoes, and presented to everyone, everyone was stunned.

This middle-aged man with regular features, who looked like an ordinary quack doctor, was actually the Mad Taoist?!

The mad Taoist was clearly not used to being so clean, and his walking and standing postures were all awkward.

However, when he saw the way Erbao was looking at him, he managed to suppress the urge to fidget and tried to give Erbao a "kind" smile.

Everyone shivered!

That old man's smile is so lewd!

Qi Yunxiao wanted to beat him up again!

“Master, you have to be hygienic and clean from now on, or I won’t follow you anymore,” Erbao suddenly said in a clear voice.

The mad Taoist was stunned for a moment, but when he realized that Erbao was talking to him, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he answered repeatedly, "Yes! Yes! Master, I will definitely be more hygienic from now on! I... I will take a bath every day!"

"Master, be good. Erbao will give you delicious food from now on." Erbao said as he walked up to the mad Taoist.

The mad Taoist priest naturally squatted down.

Erbao's tiny hand landed on the Mad Taoist's freshly washed, damp hair bun, and patted it: "Good boy! Erbao loves you."

"Okay! I'll wait for my second child to pamper me."

The mad Taoist suddenly felt a pang of pain in his heart, and his eyes welled up with tears.

Is this what they call the bond between master and disciple?

She was just over six years old, and it was the first time we had met, but when she spoke to me, I couldn't help but feel a sense of closeness.

After a life of wandering, the mad Taoist suddenly seemed to have found his roots and the meaning of the rest of his life.

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