Immortality: Starting from meeting the fox girl

Chapter 38 Just a ray of soul

Lu Chenran looked at the drunkard in front of him with some regret.

In this world, the average lifespan of a person is only fifty or sixty years. For Wang Er or Wang Xiaosan, sixteen years is really too long.

If one waits until the drunkard has completed his punishment, another seventeen years will pass.

I am afraid that all I will see are weeds in front of the door and a handful of loess on the ground. Even if Wang Er is not dead, I am afraid that he will be old and miserable.

He sighed, then looked at An Daoyun, considered it, and said:

"God An Chenghuang, can you invite this drunkard's old father to meet you here and make him feel guilty?"

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If you want to find the fountain of wine, you have to rely on the drunkard. Since you have asked for something from him, you naturally have to give something in return, but you are entangled with his cause and effect.

An Chenghuang nodded lightly, then waved his hand gently, and a touch of sandalwood drifted from here.

Seeing this scene, the drunkard's face instantly showed excitement, and he kowtowed and cried:
  "Thank you, Lord Chenghuang, for your success, thank you, the Immortal, for your success."

A house in the east of Jiamu County.

Inside the house, Wang Er and his wife had already fallen asleep.

For some unknown reason, Wang Er suddenly woke up and seemed to smell a faint scent of sandalwood in his nose.
  He lifted his pants, then got up to touch the chamber pot, wanting to urinate, but he accidentally dropped it to the ground.

"Oh, my dear mother."

When he got up, he rubbed his eyes and stared blankly at everything in front of him.

Where can I find my own bedroom?
  It was early winter in October, but before that it was surrounded by rockery and green bamboos, and there was a deep courtyard not far away.

Wang Er still didn't know where he was. He looked around in confusion and pinched his face subconsciously:

"Isn't that weird? Aren't I sleeping at home?"

"Where is this?"

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Just as he was wandering around, anxious and missing, a pink-faced girl walked over from a clump of green smoke not far away. Looking at him like an ant on a hot pot, she couldn't help but giggle. :

"Old man, are you the second king?"

Wang Er has never seen such weird things before.

He swallowed subconsciously, suppressed the panic in his heart, quickly knelt on the ground, and spoke cautiously:

"The little old man lives in Erxianqiao, Jiamu County."

"I don't know, does Shangxian have anything to do with the little old man?"

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The crescent moon is like a sickle, and the water everywhere is white, and the fragrance of sandalwood is vague and diffuse in the forest.
  After listening to the old man's words, the girl laughed again, walked to him with her hands on her hips, and patted his shoulder.

Wang Er lowered his head, but could not see the shadow of the girl. His body instantly became limp, and he trembled:

"Shangxian, the little old man just got up at night to pee. He accidentally entered this place and doesn't know anything."

After saying that, he closed his eyes tightly, not daring to raise his head to look at the girl.

The boy looked at this scene amusedly and said with a smile:

"I'm not some kind of immortal, you come with me."

With that said, he walked forward.

Wang Er stood up tremblingly and followed the boy into the deep courtyard.

The boy closed the door with his backhand.

In an instant, all the hustle and bustle was shut out, and the small courtyard was as quiet and quiet as if it were in the deep mountains, with lush bamboo forests, rockeries, and a cool breeze blowing.

Looking at everything that seemed like a dream, Wang Er kept swallowing his saliva, and endless waves rose in his heart.

The two walked through a dense bamboo forest along the stone road. The boy was jumping in front of him, humming unknown nursery rhymes. Together with the sound of the bamboo forest whistling in the wind, it seemed that the sea of ​​bamboo was also swaying. .

Finally, two voices talking came to his ears, one of which was very familiar.

After he calmed down, he saw a table of wine and food on a stone table in the distance, with two people sitting next to it, who looked familiar.

The boy stopped, leaned over and bowed to the two people beside the stone table, and said softly:
  "Sir, Wang Er has been brought here."

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The bright moon was there at that time.

Lu Chenran held the wine bottle and chatted with the drunkard in front of him about the strangeness of the wine spring. After hearing the boy's voice, he looked towards where Wang Er was.

Wang Er looked at the two people at the stone table with fear. When he saw Lu Chenran's face, he suddenly trembled and exhaled subconsciously.

The bright moon looks over the water, and on the snow-white reed mat, a white fox-fur coat is also covered with snow.

Although he is old, he is not confused. Isn't this the young master he met by the Nilu River yesterday afternoon?
  "Little old man Wang Er, I have met the young master, I have met him"

"Oh my god——"

"I've met the City God!"

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With a 'pop' sound, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

Isn't the woman sitting on the other side of the stone table the Chenghuang of Jiamu County?

Lu Chenran stood up, walked towards Wang Er with a smile, stretched out his hand to help him up, and said with a chuckle:
  "But I can't afford this great gift from the old man."

As he spoke, he handed over a glass of wine:
  "City God invites you to come here. It's your son who wants to tell you something--"

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"My son? Is my son a mistress?"

Suddenly a voice came from behind the old man:

"father--"

The drunkard stood there, staring blankly at the slightly stooped old man. He was wearing a large cotton-padded jacket and looked a bit bloated, but from his face full of vicissitudes of life, he could still vaguely see something. The outline of the old man.

Wang Er's old, dim eyes couldn't see clearly, but he realized that the scene around him was no longer familiar to him. It was as if he was in a dream, everything was blurry, but only the shadow calling his father was particularly clear. .

Following that voice, I looked at the drunkard intently for a while, and then he said with some uncertainty:

"Is it my son?"

Looking carefully at the familiar clothes on the drunkard, isn't it the same one the drunkard wore when he was buried sixteen years ago?

"It's me, dad, I'm the mistress."

Hearing this, Wang Er's old eyes gradually widened, and his eye sockets turned red. He staggered a few steps, as if he was about to rush over, but almost fell to the ground.

"It's really my son!"

He staggered towards the drunkard, and touched the drunkard's face with his rough hands. A line of old tears instantly fell down from his grooved cheeks:

"It's so hard on my son, dad finally sees you."

There are thousands of words in my heart, but they only turn into this sentence.

Lu Chenran naturally did not disturb the drunkard's reunion with his old father. He sat back on the stone table again and drank wine with his head down.

The girl next to her blinked at the alcoholic father and son hugging each other not far away, and said:

"Sir, why don't they talk and just cry."

Lu Chenran raised his eyebrows and subconsciously glanced at An Daoyun, who was drinking alone, to confirm that this ice lump was not looking for his own pleasure.

Then he lowered his head and looked into the girl's clear eyes, thought for a moment and said:

"Because people are speechless when they are excited."

"What is excitement?"

"The emotional impulse caused by some kind of stimulation will cause ups and downs in the mood."

"Why don't I feel this way?"

"There will be later."

"Why will it happen in the future?"

"Because you want to follow me."

"Will it happen if you follow sir?"

"There will be"

Lu Chenran was not sure either.

After all, the girl is just a distraction for An Daoyun.

(End of this chapter)