The old man cried sadly: "The young master is old, his hair is white, his skin is gray...but I am getting younger and younger...The young master smiled and said: Uncle Zhong, practice well and go to the fairyland for me to see——"
I couldn't hold it in any longer and burst into tears.
He was not talented and was old, but the young lady forcibly promoted him from the seventh level of Qi training to the foundation-building stage when her life was almost over.
He gained a full three hundred years of extra life, and was completely transformed. His pale hair gradually turned black, and his old skin became young... He was so happy that he rolled around in the wild field holding the young master, laughing heartily.
"Master, I can accompany you for many more years."
"You are too young to call me Uncle Zhong. I think calling me Big Brother is more appropriate."
The young master teased with a smile.
He waved his hands repeatedly, but he was really happy in his heart because he could accompany his master for a long, long time.
One year, two years, three years. The young lady, through some unknown means, had elevated his cultivation to the middle stage of the Foundation Establishment stage in just a few years. She also taught him everything she knew about alchemy, and by the time he was at the Foundation Establishment stage, he was already able to refine top-grade Peiyuan Pills.
This is incredible in the entire world of cultivation, because most people may not achieve this level of achievement even after practicing for a hundred years.
But he knew very little about the world of cultivation at that time. He was busy serving his young master every day and learning the tasks assigned by the young mistress... Until one day, he saw white hair on the young master's head.
An elegant middle-aged man, wearing a moon-white shirt and with a handsome face.
But for the first time, he was at a loss as to what to do. The street was crowded with people, and across the street someone was selling glass mirrors - the mirrors reflected two figures: a middle-aged man and a young man.
And he was the young man holding a horsewhip, at a loss.
"Young Master..."
"What's wrong?"
The middle-aged man tilted his head, with doubt in his gentle eyes.
His lips trembled and he finally shook his head.
After a while, the young mistress returned from the group of women, holding a glass mirror, looking very satisfied. The young master hurried forward, and the two of them shook hands naturally, then turned and stepped into the carriage.
He sat on the shaft of the cart, whipped the horse's butt, and drove towards the city gate.
That evening, when the young lady was again instructing him on how to make the elixir, he looked at her pleadingly, "Young Master, is it really impossible to cultivate immortality?"
The young lady was stunned for a moment and said "hmm".
At this point, he and the young master became two extremes. The young master gradually grew older, while he became younger day by day.
finally,
In his seventies,
The young master was very old, but he felt like he was back to his twenties.
The lady, who also looked old, held the young master's hand and said to him, "Uncle Zhong, you are now barely able to protect yourself. The world is so big, go and see it."
He knew what the young lady meant. She wanted to accompany the young master alone on this final journey.
But I also want to accompany the young master!
That was the young master whom he had raised with great difficulty and personally taught.
But he nodded, even with a smile on his face: "Okay, I will listen to the young lady, young master, you must take care of yourself. No matter where you go, this old servant will always miss you."
The next day, at daybreak,
He simply packed a small bag, kowtowed three times in front of the young master and his wife, and turned to leave.
The world of cultivation is vaster and more magnificent than the martial arts world he longed for when he was young. He traveled alone in the world of cultivation, met good people and bad people. His cultivation level did not increase, but his overall temperament became more and more calm.
Three years, five years, or ten years?
He traveled to many places until one day, the bell hanging around his waist rang.
The bronze bell, though ordinary, rang out in the silent night: "Uncle Zhong, my husband said the sea of clouds in the northern region is the most beautiful. I want to go see it. Do you want to come with me?"
Without hesitation, he said, "Go!"
The space shook, and the person fell backwards involuntarily - when he opened his eyes again, he saw two smiling faces in front of him.
The Northern Territory is the coldest place in the entire cultivation world, with icebergs everywhere. However, within that ice and snow lies the most beautiful sea of clouds in the cultivation world, which is especially beautiful at sunrise.
He set up the carriage as he had done many years ago.
The carriage passed over the ice, and all that was in sight was a world of ice and snow. After a while, it stopped at the top of the mountain.
He got out of the car, picked up the little waiter, and helped the young lady and the young master down. The young master patted his hand, with a look of relief in his eyes, then turned and held his wife's hand, and the two walked to the bench on the cliff and sat down.
The rosy clouds surged, and the mist gradually rose.
He stood behind them with his hands hanging down, watching them sitting head to head... The sea of clouds rose and their breathing slowed down.
He stood all day from dawn to dusk, his body stiff. He vaguely heard a sigh, and in his sight, the young lady stood up. Her pale hair gradually turned black, and her green shirt remained the same. "Uncle Zhong, let's go back."
He bent down and picked up the sleeping old man, then turned and got into the carriage. The curtain fell, covering the old man's peaceful face.
He barely remembered what happened after that. He only remembered being in a daze for a few days. When the young mistress left and the courtyard was empty, he finally realized that his young master was really gone, and that the young mistress might...
He was extremely panicked, but he didn't know what to do.
A few days later, the young lady came back, bringing the young master with her.
At that time, the young master burst into tears. He had reached the end of his cultivation and had gone into seclusion, unable to see his father for the last time.
"Dad, Dad, why didn't you wait for me, Dad!"
Kneeling in front of the incense table, tears blurred my eyes.
He regretted it, very much so, and he regretted it for the next few hundred years. His mother had clearly given him a message, but he was so focused that he forgot what was happening around him.
The full moon shifted and stopped at the treetops.
Uncle Zhong wiped the tears from his face and choked with sobs: "How I wish I could give this cultivation to the young master..."
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