Chapter 2147 Postscript
In the blink of an eye, ten years have passed since the appointment at Piaomiao Mountain.
But thirteen years ago, there was a struggle between heaven and man, a war between the north and the south, with countless casualties!
Needless to say cultivators, more than half of them have been killed in battle, and the mortals are even more miserable, leaving only one or two tenths...
The way of heaven is vast, and the way of humanity is vicissitudes of life.
As time goes by, past wounds slowly heal and scab over.
In more than ten years, people have rebuilt their homes and prospered. Although they are not as prosperous as the past, they are still thriving.
Yongan City is a small county town at the foot of Ziyan Mountain.
There is no spiritual vein here, so there are no monks practicing here, and no monsters live here. It is an ordinary mortal town.
In the traditional Chinese medicine clinic in the city, two men were looking at the doctor in front of them eagerly.
"Mr. Lu, how are you? Can my son's illness be cured?" The person who spoke was a scholar. He seemed to have a good temperament and a bit of heroism between his brows.
As soon as he finished speaking, another person also spoke: "Mr. Lu, just tell us how much it costs as long as we can save our son. I, Leng Hu, will never frown even if I go bankrupt!"
After hearing this, the doctor glanced at the two men and sighed softly.
"General Leng, Mr. Li, it's not that Mr. Lu is unwilling to treat me, but that your son's symptoms are really strange. I have tried all kinds of methods, but there is really nothing I can do to save him..."
< br>This sentence made the two men feel as if they were struck by lightning, and their faces became as pale as paper.
"How could this happen..." The scholar murmured: "Even Mr. Lu can't be cured, who else in the entire Song Dynasty can be cured?"
Another person asked: "How long can our son live?"
"At most half a year."
"Is there no way?"
"Perhaps...only those illusory cultivators can cure it." The doctor used Said in a helpless tone.
"Cultivators..."
Both men were desperate.
The Song Dynasty is a mortal country, and there are no cultivators in its territory. It is simply wishful thinking to find a monk willing to rescue him within half a year!
Speaking of these two people, their status in the Song Dynasty is not low.
One of them is a well-known poet named Li Yan; the other is a general who protects the country and his country, named Leng Hu.
The two are close friends, and both are over fifty. They had no children before, but they gave birth to a son at the same time five years ago.
I am so happy to have a son when I am old!
Later, Leng Hu got tired of the disputes in the court and chose to resign and go into seclusion. It happened that Li Yan also had the idea of seclusion, so the two of them took their families to Pingle Village outside Yong'an City.
I wanted to spend the rest of my life peacefully, but I didn't expect that two years ago, their son suddenly fell ill.
Leng Hu and Li Yan were eager to save their son and visited various famous doctors, but in the past two years, his condition has not improved.
A few days ago, I finally found a famous hidden doctor. I didn't expect that after a lot of diagnosis and treatment, I got such an answer...
Leng Hu said nothing, and his tight lips trembled slightly.
This man, who had always been resolute, had a sad look on his face, and the light in his eyes gradually dimmed.
“Dad!”
The door curtain of the back room was opened, and a boy with a tough head and a tough head came out.
His eyes were full of stubbornness.
"Good boy, come to daddy."
Seeing him come out, Leng Hu wiped a tear from the corner of his eye and forced a smile.
"Dad, are you crying again?"
The boy was very sensible. He walked up to Leng Hu and said in a childish tone: "Dad, don't worry. The child is not afraid. Death, the child hopes to be like his father and become an upright man!”
After hearing this, Leng Hu smiled with tears, nodded and said: "Okay, you are worthy of being the son of my Leng family. Don't worry, dad will definitely let you live!"
While speaking, , another boy came out of the back room.
This boy was born with handsome features, somewhat similar to Li Yan. "Dad, let's go back... I want you to teach me how to write poems and practice calligraphy."
After hearing this, Li Yan sighed and touched his head with his hand.
"Okay, let's go back now. Daddy will be with you from now on."
"Daddy is the best!" The boy beamed.
Li Yan and Leng Hu looked at each other, their hearts filled with helplessness.
"Let's go, go back... Let them be happy in the last moment."
"Yeah."
The two stood up silently and said goodbye to the doctor.
It was late autumn at this time. When I left the hospital, I saw the autumn leaves falling, and a chill came to my heart.
It was just dawn and there were not many pedestrians on the street.
Suddenly hearing the sound of "tapping" attracted the attention of the two people.
Li Yan and Leng Hu seemed to feel something. They looked at the end of the street and saw an old man and a young man riding a donkey.
The donkey hummed, and although its steps were slow, it was fast. It didn't take long for it to reach the entrance of the courtyard.
Leng Hu is a man who has seen the world. Seeing the extraordinary bearing of the two men, he was not angry that they blocked the way. He cupped his fists and smiled and said: "Leng Hu, this is my sworn brother Li Yan. I don't know who you are. What do you call them? Why are you blocking our way?"
The old man and the young man looked at each other and smiled slightly.
"I am Shen Sanchi."
"Liang Yan."
Leng Hu was stunned after hearing this, and secretly thought: "Shen Sanchi, Liang Yan? I have never heard of these two figures... I have never dealt with them before. Could it be that they were sent by the enemy to cause trouble for me?"
Thinking of this, his eyes became a lot more wary.
But the young man chuckled and said: "You are overthinking it. Liang came here to save these two children."
After hearing this, Leng Hu was surprised in his eyes The color is thicker.
“Can this person see through my thoughts? How does he know that my son is sick?”
Just as this idea came to mind, the young man smiled again and said: "My son's illness cannot be cured by medicine. He had a great chance in his previous life, but he died suddenly in the end. Therefore, after reincarnation, he is limited by the laws of heaven and is destined to not live longer than six years old."
As soon as these words came out, both Leng Hu and Li Yan's expressions changed drastically.
"How do you know that? Are you one of those immortals who can fly into the sky and escape from the earth?"
"I can't even call them immortals, they are just enlightened people." The man said lightly.
Poof!
Leng Hu and Li Yan knelt down at the same time and begged: "Please save my son's life!"
The man gently brushed his hands, and a breeze immediately came out from under their knees, gently lifting them up.
“If you want to save them, you have to practice with me.”
After hearing this, Leng Hu looked overjoyed and nodded hurriedly: “It’s my son’s responsibility to be able to practice with the immortal master. What a blessing!"
Li Yan hurriedly pulled over the two boys and said to the young man: "This is the son of my Li family, named Li Mobai. This is the son of the Leng family, Leng Kuangsheng. ”
"Mo Bai, Kuangsheng, why don't you come and meet the immortal master?"
After hearing this, the two boys looked at each other.
"You want to be my teacher? Can you compose poetry?" Li Mobai asked in a childish tone with his big innocent eyes open.
Unlike him, Leng Kuangsheng pouted with a look of dissatisfaction.
“Hmph! I, Leng Kuangsheng, will become a general in the future, I will not become a disciple casually!”
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