This world is fake.
Chen Luo finally confirmed his guess. The "immortal" that Dr. Luo met in his childhood did not exist from the beginning. The Liangjie Mountain was also written by Liu Gang's father. He was also the only person in this world who had awakened his "spiritual power".
It was a pity that Liu Gang's father was not an immortal cultivator, so he could not sense the existence of spiritual power. So until his death, this spiritual power was only hidden in his body and was not called out.
After leaving Anning County, Chen Luo went to many places.
He spread the books he had written over the years into this world. This approach certainly could not directly generate spiritual power, as there were some unknown limitations.
But none of this matters.
Chen Luo didn't need to figure out how to derive the first ray of spiritual power. He only needed to extract the spiritual power from Liu Gang's father's body and use a ray of spiritual power as a trigger to activate his own power.
The index finger was pulled away from the corpse's brow.
A bit of spiritual power the size of a mung bean appeared at the fingertips.
If this ray of spiritual power was in the hands of an ordinary person, it might not be of any use. But in Chen Luo's hands, it could move the world. The accumulation of the bookstore over the past decade, under the traction of this ray of spiritual power, instantly came to life.
The books that had been scattered before quickly turned into tangible power after being read by someone, and were fed back to him from the void.
Snap
Faintly, Chen Luo seemed to hear the sound of something breaking.
But when he looked up, there was nothing above him except the blue sky. After the spiritual power traveled through his body, it quickly subsided.
“Not even close.”
Just as Chen Luo guessed, more than 600 books were not enough for him to break free. The power locked in the sky needed more "book monsters" to help him break through.
After filling the coffin again, Chen Luo put away the shovel, glanced at Bishui County in the distance, turned around and walked in another direction.
Bishui County, where Liangjie Mountain is located, is the weakest place in the world.
The appearance of Doctor Luo helped Chen Luo a lot. He no longer needed to look for weak points. When a thousand "book monsters" appeared in Liangjie Mountain, it would be the time for Chen Luo to leave this world. Before that, Bishui County could not be visited for the time being, so as not to be noticed by outsiders.
Year after year.
Twenty years passed when Chen Luo returned to Anning County again.
This winter.
It's snowing heavily.
Chen Luo was wearing a thick cotton-padded jacket, with his gray beard hanging down on his chest. His face was no longer young, and wrinkles covered his face.
He is old.
It has been almost forty years since he came to this world. Chen Luo can feel that his physical condition is close to seventy. For people in this world, it is rare for a person to live to seventy. Those who can live to this age are all rich and powerful.
Crunch, crunch.
The feet stepped on the snow, making a compacting sound.
Chen Luo walked along the street to the bookstore of the past. The street was still the same as he remembered. If there was no war in such a small county, it might not change for dozens or hundreds of years.
The dynasty's chaos ended seven years ago.
With the support of the aristocratic families, the governor of Nanjun occupied the area south of the Yangtze River and established a kingdom. The northern overlord swept across the north with his cavalry advantage and divided the river with the governor of Nanjun. Two new regimes were established, and the people entered a brief period of peace.
“Ahem!!”
A violent cough was heard in the bookstore and it took a long time to stop.
Squeak.
Pushing open the wooden door, a cool breeze blew in from outside, and large flakes of snow were brought in by the wind and fell to the ground.
The bookstore is still very clean.
The counter at the door and the bookshelves behind are all spotless.
The old woman who was cleaning the house was blown by the cold wind outside and subconsciously covered her eyes. It took her a long time to adapt to the light outside and she asked in a puzzled tone.
"Xiao Hu? How many times have I told you not to open the door casually? The wind and snow outside are blowing in. The floor is damp and easily eaten by insects. How am I going to explain this to my husband when he comes back?"
The voice sounded very old, but Chen Luo still recognized it immediately.
The old woman is Wang Xiaohu’s mother, Yunniang.
The two women he had saved had been helping him clean the bookstore during the twenty years he had been away. It had probably become a habit for them to do the same thing day after day for twenty years.
"I'm back."
Chen Luo spoke.
The old woman who was sweeping the floor paused and turned back subconsciously. When she saw the figure at the door clearly, she froze in place.
"gentlemen?"
The old woman's voice trembled a little, as if she couldn't believe it.
Chen Luo himself did not realize the position he held in the hearts of these two women. The kindness he showed in pulling them back from the brink of death and saving their children was enough for them to remember for the rest of their lives.
They knew that Chen Luo was not an ordinary person.
They didn't need to help in any way. The only thing they could do was to help him clean the bookstore and cook him a hot meal when he came back.
That's all.
"You are finally back."
Tears rolled down Yunniang's cheeks.
Hongniang was gone. She was older than Yunniang, and she died one winter three years ago. Two family members who had depended on each other for a lifetime suddenly lost one of them, leaving Yunniang feeling empty.
Whenever she was alone and daydreaming, she would come to the bookstore.
Helping to clean the dust in the store, only in this way can she remember the past and feel that she is still alive.
Chen Luo walked into the bookstore and looked at the familiar scenes around him. He had the illusion of touching time.
“You’re getting older too”
Yunniang put down the broom in her hand and looked at Chen Luo with a head full of silver hair. Her eyes were dazed. The hero who had grabbed her and Hongniang to climb over the wall had now become an old man with white hair.
"Why are you here alone?"
Chen Luo did not ask Hongniang. His spiritual sense had already scanned the entire Anning County and found Hongniang's grave in the back mountain. He made a special trip to see it before returning.
"Xiao Hu has his own business now and is usually very busy."
As they were talking, the two of them pushed open the side door at the back of the bookstore.
This place is connected to the laundry shop next door where Yunniang and her family live. After Xiaohu and Hongying grew up and started their own families, this laundry shop became empty. Although it is still open on weekdays, it rarely receives outside business. Xiaohu opened a security company and his income is very high on weekdays, so Yunniang no longer needs to work. The same is true for Hongying. She married the son of the county magistrate and gave birth to a son and a daughter. A few years ago, she followed her husband to other counties to serve as an official and lived a very good life.
In the yard.
Chen Luo sat in the same position as before. After a while, Yunniang, who had finished her work, brought two hot dishes. The two of them sat in their old positions, leaving the seats that belonged to Hongniang, Xiaohu and the other two vacant.
"Try it."
Yunniang was very happy and she picked up a piece of meat for Chen Luo.
Chen Luo took a bite.
No taste.
The spiritual power merged into his eyes, and the Life-Borrowing Gu appeared silently on his shoulder. From the perspective of the Life-Borrowing Gu, Yunniang was like a candle in the wind, and her life had come to an end.
“It tastes good.”
Chen Luo said this calmly.
Yunniang smiled, and she happily spoke to the place where Hongniang had sat. She had a dream of returning to her hometown with Xiaohu and Hongying when they grew up, and she also wanted to not let the children worry.
The wind and snow in the yard became stronger, and snowflakes swirled in.
Chen Luo put down the chopsticks in his hand.
He picked up the wine jug beside him and took a sip.
It’s still apricot blossom wine.
But the taste is not the same as before.
Yunniang passed away peacefully.
Wang Xiaohu personally carried her into the coffin, and the grave was next to Hongniang's. These two women who had suffered all their lives could be together before they died. Chen Luo stood by and watched this scene quietly.
He has experienced similar scenes many times.
I don't know when the separation of life and death became common to him. Wang Xiaohu cried very sadly, howling like a child without a mother. The woman next to him kept comforting him, and his relatives and friends were also comforting him. Some of these people were really sad, and some were pretending to cry.
Hongying and her husband also rushed back.
Chen Luo could see their emotions.
Hongying's sadness is real, but her husband's sadness is fake. This is not to say that this person is heartless, but to Hongying's husband, Yunniang is indeed just a stranger.
Chen Luo stood by and watched the scene quietly, letting the wind and snow blow by.
"rest in peace."
After muttering this to himself, Chen Luo turned and left.
Wang Xiaohu was left behind along with a group of weeping relatives who were seeing him off.
The bookstore is open again.
Half a month after Yunniang left, Chen Luo cleaned the bookstore himself. Then he opened the door and started writing the last few books, just like he did more than 20 years ago.
Over the years, he has traveled everywhere and has spread out more than nine hundred "book monsters".
There is only one book left, and he plans to return to this starting point to write.
It starts here and ends here.
Not long after he moved in, Wang Xiaohu came to his door.
"Uncle Chen, you should go back and have a good rest. I'll have someone help you run the bookstore."
Wang Xiaohu has recovered, and he still wears the black cuff on his right arm. He is now the father of four children. The child who needed Yunniang's life to protect him has grown up to be a big tree that can shelter others from wind and rain.
In Wang Xiaohu's cognition, Chen Luo is his last relative in this world.
After his mother and Aunt Hong passed away, Chen Luo was his only elder. Unlike Hongying and his wife, Wang Xiaohu made a living in Anning County. Except for going out as a escort, he spent most of his time in the city.
Chen Luo ignored the boy.
A few days ago, Hongying came to invite him, saying that she would take him to Yun'an County to take care of him in his old age, but he refused. I don't know what Hongying said to Wang Xiaohu before she left. This kid has been hanging around in his bookstore every day these days, which is very annoying. (End of this chapter)
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