Handbook of Survival in the World of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 53 52: ​​The dead are gone, the living are like this

Gathering his mind, Lu Liang stood up, suddenly feeling dizzy in his head, Wang Neng's eyesight was quick to help, and Lu Liang didn't fall to the ground.

Stabilizing his figure, Lu Liang shook his head to wake himself up, and gave Wang Neng a grateful smile.

At this time, the water in the pot had started to boil, so Lu Liang took a few steps and brought it to the side, which was already filled with half a pot of cold water. He put it on the side of the stove, opened the lid of the pot, scooped water into the pot, and stretched out his hand to test it. water temperature.

I felt that it was almost done, and I was just about to go to Granny Lin's house with the washbasin, when something flew out of nowhere and stuck to my face with a "slap".

It's soft and a little damp, it's a towel.

The towel fell from Lu Liang's face with a "crash" into the washbasin she was holding.

A sentence with a smile reached Lu Liang's ears at the same time.

"You'd better wash your face first, little cat."

Lu Liang lowered his head and glanced at his own reflection on the water surface in the basin, his face turned half black immediately, his hand holding the basin was unsteady, and circles of ripples appeared on the water surface, and he was faithfully reacting that Lu Liang was almost about to control Can't help feeling.

Damn, is it interesting for this person to scold me every day? !
Looking at the little girl's expression, Wang Neng smiled secretly, feeling a little disappointed.

Why didn't he feel sad about it, but it wasn't obvious on the surface.

Since Wang Neng stepped into the road of practice, he has also seen many people leave him, but he can do nothing but practice harder than before, or make medicine crazily, so that he can get busy and he can Forget all sorrows.

The way of cultivating immortals pursues eternal life all one's life. Countless monks went on and on and fell on this cruel road, but there are always more people joining in without hesitation, and the stream continues.

But is immortality really a good thing?

...it seems not at all.

……

Granny Lin was buried next to her son and daughter-in-law. The three short graves looked extremely desolate among the weeds.

Doudou stopped crying, probably trying to understand something, she knelt on the ground and kowtowed a few times without saying a word, her eyes sounded like they were hitting someone's heart, Lu Liang looked at Doudou's red face With a sigh in his heart, he kowtowed a few times with red eyes.

The dead are gone, the living are like this.

The dead cannot return, and the living still have to live.

I heard Doudou say that I will work hard to practice in the future and be a man of indomitable spirit. Granny Lin must be gratified if she knows it.

Three sticks of incense were burning in front of Granny Lin's grave, and the three wisps of green smoke went straight up, and were blown by the sudden breeze and spun around for a while before gradually dissipating, as if she didn't want to leave immediately and look back for a lingering look. Well, Lu Liang, who saw this scene in his eyes, was speechless, and felt a little depressed in his heart.

After returning, Wang Neng went straight into the alchemy room again, and frantically began to refine medicine without saying a word. Doudou didn't play around as usual, but started to practice seriously.

No one paid attention to her, so Lu Liang had to find something to do by himself, watered all the spirit flowers and grass, and then swept the inside and outside, sat on the threshold and leaned against the door frame, not wanting to move move.

Not bothering to lift a finger, Lu Liang fell asleep again in a daze.

It was evening when he woke up again, Lu Liang's neck was a little sore, he was moving his neck to hear the sound of bones, Wang Neng pushed open the door and walked over, Lu Liang stopped his movements and stood up.

The two voices said the same thing.

"Well, I have something to say..."

　When I write, I think of my grandfather (…

　　
　
(End of this chapter)