"This picture was drawn when he was twelve. At that time, he was already very sensible and had a cultivation level much higher than other children his age..."
Taoist Master Qingchen knows all of them like the back of his hand.
Nangong Jiu listened carefully and agreed from time to time.
When he saw the last portrait, Nangong Jiu was a little confused: "When did you accept him as your disciple?"
"That was the year you took him in after you left here. He is sixty years old now."
"Has it been that long since I last came down? Why don't I remember?"
"You said when you left that you would be busy for a while!
One day in heaven is one year on earth, and fifty years or so is only two months in heaven. You might have been delayed by something."
Nangong Jiu nodded: "You have found a satisfactory disciple, your master is happy for you.
When the time comes, I will help him check his cultivation and give him some pointers if necessary."
Taoist Qingchen bowed and thanked him: "Qingchen thanks Jiujun!"
"Alright, stop thanking me. It's awkward between us, master and disciple, to say thank you."
"yes!"
That night, Nangong Jiu returned to the courtyard.
Nangong Yunxue picked him up and took him to wash up: "You didn't sleep during the day, so go to bed early at night."
[Well, you know what, my eyelids are starting to droop.]
"Then let's wash faster."
After washing up quickly, the mother and daughter lay down in each other's arms.
Soon, Nangong Jiu fell into a deep sleep.
Nangong Yunxue gently stroked Nangong Jiu's eyebrows in the candlelight, and her heart ached.
This life.
Be it selfishness or irresponsibility.
As a mother, I just want her to be safe and sound.
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