140 Chapter 140 Sick Yangzi and Wild Children
Chapter 140 Sick Yangzi and Wild Child
Zhao Tong glanced at him but didn't expose him: "Drink slowly, there's more."
Huo Ling nodded.
He sat by the fire, dressed in thick clothes, holding a bowl of porridge in his hands, feeling a warmth he hadn't felt in a long time.
While drinking porridge, he watched Zhao Tongsheng's porridge.
Duan Wuheng had just been helping Jiang Yutang with the little tiger, and now he's washed his hands to help Zhao Tong.
He seemed to possess inexhaustible energy and vitality, like a wildflower or weed growing wildly, reminding him of He Lingyun…
He would also angrily curse He Lingyun as a wild child.
Since He Huai'an and He Lingyun came to Qingyun Manor, he has become superfluous.
The more a person fears something, the more likely they are to slander it.
He clearly remembered the first time he heard the disciples of Qingyun Manor whispering behind his back that He Huai'an and He Lingyun had returned, that they were the true young masters of Qingyun Manor, and that he was just a wild child…
He was very young then.
He didn't understand what it meant, but as he heard more and more, he gradually discovered that He Lingyun was very strong and learned martial arts very quickly. His grandfather and father both said that He Lingyun was talented.
He has always been in poor health, but the doctor says he is slowly getting better.
But he still couldn't lift a sword—he couldn't lift a real sword.
He could only use a wooden sword.
His father only taught him the basics, just to appease him and put his mind at ease.
It's different from what my fellow apprentices have.
But what her father taught He Lingyun was real swordplay.
Even though He Lingyun had never learned these things since childhood, and even though he struggled to understand them, his father insisted that He Lingyun hold the keys firmly, even with a stern face, which made He Lingyun very unhappy!
But he wanted a real sword.
Even if he couldn't hold it steady, he wanted to hear his father tell him that even if he couldn't hold it steady, he should still hold it...
But Dad said that his body was not yet fully recovered and that he needed to use the wooden sword first.
He gradually began to believe that he was the sickly and useless young master of Qingyun Manor.
Father is not the old man's biological child. Now that He Huai'an and He Lingyun have come to the manor, Father wants to return Qingyun Manor to He Huai'an and He Lingyun.
He thought that perhaps his father did not want him to pick up that sword.
People are strange sometimes.
What you once wanted most suddenly came to an abrupt end, becoming the last thing you wanted to see.
He silently placed the wooden sword at the bottom of the box.
Once, when he was alone on the top of Qingyun Mountain, gazing at the sea of clouds in a daze, He Lingyun also came.
He didn't want to see him, so he hid. Then he saw He Lingyun throwing stones on Qingyun Peak and was annoyed that Uncle Huo had to control him and force him to practice swordsmanship!
When she was unhappy, He Lingyun simply threw the sword in her hand down the mountain.
He froze. That was the sword his father had given to He Lingyun!
A sword he had previously envied so much...
He Lingyun turned around, a mischievous smile on his face, and clapped his hands triumphantly. He showed no remorse, and his face was full of relief, as if he had finally solved a problem.
Since I don't have a sword, I don't need to practice anymore!
He Lingyun was clearly doing it on purpose!
He Lingyun is a complete bastard!!!
At that moment, he hated He Lingyun to the extreme.
Later, while he was dazed by a stream halfway up the mountain, he encountered He Lingyun, who was catching fish. He finally said with disgust, "Wild child!"
He is not!
He Lingyun is the one!
He Lingyun was stunned.
He turned and left, not wanting to talk to him, his heart filled with resentment!
The next day, he heard his father ask about He Lingyun. He Lingyun told his father that when he went to the top of the mountain to practice his sword, he didn't hold it properly and the sword fell down the mountain.
This guy is lying!
But his father believed him.
He threw the first ball, and his father gave him the second; he threw the second ball, and his father gave him the third; he threw the third ball, and his father gave him the fourth…
When He Lingyun threw the tenth sword, he couldn't help but complain, "Why do I have to practice swordsmanship? I've never practiced swordsmanship before! Can't I just not practice?"
“Because this is Qingyun Manor, and you are the second young master of Qingyun Manor. Your great-uncle is the renowned Longevity Gentleman Sword in the martial arts world. This sword has a different meaning for you.” Father said gently and patiently.
He Lingyun didn't understand. Like all rebellious kids that age, He Lingyun threw a tantrum and refused to practice anymore!
They're even insisting on going down the mountain!
He didn't understand why his father insisted on spoiling He Lingyun.
Until he heard his father say to He Lingyun, "This is your home."
He Lingyun told his father, "This isn't the place. You all call me a wild child!"
Father froze, and He Lingyun ran away.
That night, his father found him and asked him if he had said those things.
He bit his lip and forced himself to say, "Yes."
He originally thought his father would scold him.
But his father told him, "Don't say such things again."
He looked at his father.
Father took a deep breath, as if recalling something from long ago, and then said to him gently, "Because, Father also had a time when I was afraid that others would call me a wild child, afraid that others would say I was not worthy to stay in Qingyun Manor."
He asked in surprise, "Why?"
The old man had no children in his life. His father was the son of the old man's best friend and the owner of Qingyun Manor.
He looked puzzled, but his father reached out and patted his head: "One day, you will understand."
He seemed to understand, but not quite.
But from that time on, his illness seemed to suddenly start to get worse.
Previously, the doctor clearly stated that his health was gradually improving and getting better day by day; these were the doctor's exact words.
But he seemed to have difficulty doing anything. He would cough at the slightest breeze. Let alone a real sword, he seemed to have difficulty even picking up and wielding the wooden sword at the bottom of the wooden box.
He catches a cold every few days, lies motionless in bed, and is delirious with fever all day long.
His father gently stroked his forehead, and he heard the doctor say to his father, "Young Master's condition is not good. If the fever continues, he will be crippled."
"Didn't you say before that your health was gradually improving? Even if you can't practice martial arts, you can still strengthen your body."
“Master, I don’t know either, but I just saw him with several doctors. It’s possible that the young master will have to be pampered and protected from cold and heat in the future, otherwise his body will not be able to handle it.”
His eyes darted around, and his father seemed to realize something.
He removed his hand from his forehead and then went out with the doctor.
Outside the room, he couldn't hear what his father and the doctor were saying, but when he was delirious with fever, all he could hear in his mind was the doctor's words: from now on, he must be pampered and protected from cold and heat, otherwise his body would not be able to handle it.
These words were like a curse, extinguishing all his hopes...
For a long time afterward, he recuperated in his own courtyard.
When the seasons change, I get seriously ill.
He also overheard the people who came to the courtyard to deliver things to him whispering among themselves, wondering if the Second Young Master and the Young Master were incompatible. Ever since the Second Young Master returned, the Young Master's illness had worsened.
Although he didn't like He Lingyun either, he also thought it was nonsense.
But hearing the same sentence too many times is like planting a seed of doubt in your heart.
He hadn't left the courtyard for a long time. That sunny day, he finally stopped coughing, and Qingwu helped him go out for a walk.
Now, wherever he goes, he needs Qingwu's support.
It was exactly as the doctor had described it: "pampered and spoiled."
He wanted to go to Qingyun Peak, and Qingwu was worried, but he insisted.
He hadn't been to Qingyun Peak for a long time. When he was a child, he was in poor health, and his mother would take him hiking, saying that as long as he persevered, he would gradually get better.
After his mother passed away, no one would pressure him like that anymore.
He had to push himself.
And so, just a short stretch of road to the large platform took him a full hour of walking and stopping. Qingwu wiped his sweat, and he saw his father and He Lingyun in the distance.
He suddenly remembered that it had been two or three years since he last saw He Lingyun in the study, throwing a tantrum and saying he wanted to go down the mountain.
In the past two or three years, his illness has worsened, and he can't even leave the house when the seasons change. He has grown taller, but he has also become thinner.
He Lingyun not only seemed to have grown taller suddenly, but he also became very strong. In fact, he went from being unable to hold a sword properly and throwing it down the mountain to now having his father personally teach him. Although he and his father sparred around, he could tell that He Lingyun's swordsmanship had improved more than many of the disciples.
He suddenly realized that time began to mean something different to him and to others.
"I'm not watching anymore, let's go." He turned around.
Qingwu wanted to help him up.
He didn't let him go; he gritted his teeth and went down the mountain by himself.
But after that, he fell seriously ill again.
Just like before, whenever he fell seriously ill, his father would infuse him with pure internal energy to open up his meridians and pull him back from the brink of suffering.
But even a father couldn't withstand such a drain.
He was like a huge, bottomless net, silently and relentlessly devouring my father's life's cultivation...
All the factions in the martial arts world are discussing the re-election of the martial arts alliance leader. My father is the master of Qingyun Manor and also the old master's direct disciple.
Among the people of my father's generation in the martial arts world, there were few who could rival him.
With the influence of Qingyun Manor and my father's martial arts skills, the position of martial arts alliance leader should belong to my father.
But ever since his old illness relapsed and he became seriously ill again and again, his father has been cultivating his own spiritual power for him, almost without stopping.
When top experts clash, victory or defeat hinges on the smallest of margins.
No matter how skillfully Father has mastered the Nine Forms of Azure Cloud, without the support of profound internal strength, it is like being strong on the outside but weak on the inside.
His father never told him that he had overheard He Huai'an's conversation with his father in the study.
He was like an inseparable burden, consuming his father day after day, year after year.
It also drains Qingyun Manor's resources.
His temper became increasingly erratic, uncontrollably irritable, sad, or afraid of being looked at with pity.
Over time, he became accustomed to sharp words, sometimes not to hurt others, but to attract attention...
Until one day, he didn't know why, but he seemed to suddenly understand.
Maybe if he weren't here, Dad wouldn't have to work so hard all this time...
That day, he spent a long time enjoying the birdsong and fragrant flowers in the woods, recalling what this place looked like when he was a child.
He was missing his mother...
It just so happened that He Lingyun was trying to sneak down the mountain that day and ran into him. He didn't like He Lingyun, and He Lingyun didn't like him either.
In reality, they didn't have that much interaction, but both of them were certain that the other was hostile towards them.
"If you cause less trouble, Grandpa and Dad won't have to put you in such a difficult position." Since he didn't want to be a burden on his father anymore, he gave He Lingyun this final reminder.
He Lingyun glanced at him, then flipped right over him.
He also knew that He Lingyun wouldn't listen to him.
Qingwu went back to fetch water, and he also told Hezhen that he was a little cold, so he asked Hezhen to get a blanket. There was no one else around. As soon as He Lingyun left, he took a deep breath. Although he was scared and reluctant, he still jumped into the deep pool.
In an instant, the icy cold water of the pool engulfed him.
He felt an unprecedented, excruciating pain, as if his entire body had been frozen solid, and he slowly lost consciousness starting from his fingertips...
It was very uncomfortable, but not that scary.
He was much braver than he had imagined...
He had once thought that he should be brave enough to climb mountains, take up swords, become a Qingyun Manor disciple like everyone else, and do it all over again.
But now, none of that matters anymore.
His consciousness gradually faded, and he sank deeper and deeper into the pool, until he disappeared into a bottomless black hole...
"Hey, I've called you three times already." Duan Wuheng's voice interrupted his thoughts.
He stared at him blankly.
Duan Wuheng complained, "What's wrong with you?! I asked if you wanted more, and I'll give you another bowl!"
Huo Ling remained silent, only looking at him.
Duan Wuheng grumbled irritably, "It's all because Brother Zhao said he'd save it for you. If you won't eat it, I will! Humph, just to annoy you!"
Huo Ling looked at him, her eyes slowly reddening once again.
Just as Duan Wuheng was about to scoop out the spoon, Huo Ling suddenly reached out and snatched it away: "Who said I was going to give it to you?"
Duan Wuheng: ? ? ?
Duan Wuheng: !!!
"Hey, you!" Duan Wuheng was both angry and amused when Huo Ling had already ladled the porridge into her own bowl. Then, she used the spoon in the bowl to slowly feed herself the porridge, drinking it elegantly.
Duan Wuheng was furious: "Sickly brat!"
He scooped up another spoonful, a smile playing on his lips: "Wild child!"
"Ah!!! Sickly child!"
"Wild child..."
"Illness..." This time, Duan Wuheng only got halfway through his sentence when the old man punched him on the head. Duan Wuheng immediately burst into tears: ┭┮﹏┭┮, What are you doing, old man...?
The old man tilted the casserole and used a spoon to scoop out a large bowl and handed it to him.
Duan Wuheng pouted and snorted!
As the old man turned around, Duan Wuheng smiled again and said, "Thank you, sir. You are the best old man in the world!"
It was obvious that the old man had not accepted his flattery.
Huo Ling looked at Duan Wuheng, a faint smile playing on her lips as she looked down.
Wang Sumo took it all in.
"Five thousand taels!" Suddenly, Ah Zhen's figure appeared.
Wang Sumo looked at her, wondering if she had heard correctly.
"If not now, when?!" Ah Zhen coughed lightly, clenching her fist. "You've seen it yourself. Lots of things need replacing, mechanisms need to be installed, and repairs aren't easy. Our Xuanji Sect's labor costs are high. Besides, five thousand taels can't even buy a new Bazhenlou!"
Wang Sumo thought for a moment and said, "That makes sense!"
Ah Zhen patted the dust off her hands. Hmm, she thought, "I still have to make money off the rich."
“Silver notes.” Ah Zhen held out her hand.
Wang Sumo smiled, took her hand, and pointed to Old Master Weng, saying seriously, "We now have an accountant at Bazhenlou. All the income and expenses of Bazhenlou are managed by the accountant. I even have to record buying an extra bottle of bean sauce. Our accountant, the old master, said that every penny spent must go through him. Look, all the banknotes for Bazhenlou are with our accountant; go get them yourself!"
After Wang Sumo finished speaking, he called out, "Grandpa Weng."
Weng He turned around and his eyes met those of Wang Sumo and Azhen.
Ah Zhen: "..."
Ah Zhen's face changed. The Ghostly Sorrow of Zhenhu Division? Who else in the martial world could get money from the Ghostly Sorrow of Zhenhu Division?!
[Author's Note]
Wang Sumo: (#^.^#)
Wang Sumo: O(∩_∩)O~
Wang Sumo: (*^▽^*)
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