A seal of immortality

Chapter 14

In the early morning, just after dawn, the sky was still gray. The black-clothed guards guarding the courtyard had already changed a group of people, headed by a middle-aged man with a gloomy face.

From a long distance away, the middle-aged man saw a figure walking towards here. Although this is within the clan and nothing serious could happen, the middle-aged man still scolded: "Who, I don't know this place... Patriarch," After seeing the person coming, the middle-aged man's face changed slightly,
He didn't expect it to be the patriarch. Seeing the patriarch, the middle-aged man's waist straightened even more.

"Well, you did a good job, where are you big bosses!" Wang Mingyuan nodded in praise and asked casually.

"As the patriarch Hui said, the big leader went back to rest," the middle-aged man replied respectfully.

"Oh, stay outside, don't let other people come in and out at will," Wang Mingyuan ordered casually, and walked into the yard.

"Son, baby, are you awake?" Wang Mingyuan called softly outside the house.

After receiving no response for a long time, Wang Mingyuan pushed open the door and saw talisman papers scattered all over the room. Wang Changsheng fell asleep lying on the table with a talisman pen in his hand.

On the table, there were dozens of drawn talisman seals, and the red, blue and gold three kinds of faint lights intersected together, which was very eye-catching.

Seeing this, a look of distress flashed in Wang Mingyuan's eyes, as if he had thought of something, he turned his head and focused his eyes on the only portrait in the room.

"Qing'er," Wang Mingyuan's voice was blurred, the corners of his mouth were trembling, and a few tears flowed from the corners of his eyes involuntarily. Suddenly, scenes from the past appeared before his eyes...

"Thank you fellow daoist for saving your life, my little sister Liu Qing'er, I don't know how to call you," a girl in a blue palace dress with two dimples on her face looked gratefully at the young Confucian scholar in front of her. .

"Wang Mingyuan, is Fellow Daoist Liu also here to attend the Ningzhou Small Meeting once every ten years? Why don't we go together together! It's good to have someone to take care of you."

······
"What, you are from the Xiuxian family? Your father is still the patriarch, Wang Mingyuan, you big liar," the girl gently tapped the young Confucian scholar's chest, and tears flowed out.

"Qing'er, don't cry! I really didn't mean to lie to you. Don't I think it's easier to get along with you as a casual cultivator? Don't worry, I swear that I will marry you. If I violate it, God... "..." Seeing the crying pear blossoms and rainy ones of his sweetheart, the young Confucian scholar became anxious,

We must swear to God.

"Idiot, if you're sincere, it doesn't matter if you swear or not." Seeing this, the girl hurriedly covered the young man's mouth, smiling through tears.

······
"What, you want to marry a casual cultivator as your wife, no, I already told you about a marriage, she is the legitimate daughter of the Li family, you have seen her before, her beauty and character are all top choices, If you marry this woman, the next patriarch will definitely be yours." In the living room, a white-haired old man looked at the young Confucian scholar in front of him,
Brows furrowed.

Hearing this, the girl in Tsing Yi who was standing next to the young Confucian scholar turned pale, her hands were tightly grasping the corners of her clothes, and her eye circles were a little red.

"In this life, I only want to marry Qing'er, even if it means giving up the position of patriarch," the young Confucian scholar said firmly, holding the girl's right hand tightly.

"You...you bastard," the white-haired old man broke a teacup and left angrily.

······
"Wow, wow," came the sound of a baby crying from a certain clean yard.

Inside the room, a girl with an extremely pale face was lying on the bed, and a middle-aged man was kneeling on the head of the bed, holding the girl's hand tightly with both hands, his eyes were red, he forced a smile, and said, "Qing'er, hold on!" , the ancestor will be back soon, he must have a way to save you."

"Ahem, Brother Yuan, I know my own body well, I'm afraid I won't be able to stay with you forever," the girl said weakly after coughing a few times.

"No, Qing'er, don't say it, don't say it, I asked my third brother to buy the elixir, and you will be fine after taking the elixir, and you will be fine," said the end, the corner of the man's eyes couldn't help showing a few tears. drop tears.

"Why deceive yourself! Brother Yuan, the greatest happiness in my life, Liu Qing'er, is to marry you as my wife. What I worry about now is our children," the girl said with a smile on her pale face, "My son's I have already thought about the name, so I will call it Changsheng, okay? If he has spiritual roots, you can teach him to practice and pursue the Dao of Longevity.

If he doesn't have spiritual roots, let him be a rich man and live a long life. "

"Okay, okay, I'll call you Changsheng, I promise you, Qing'er," the middle-aged man nodded hurriedly, took the child from the midwife's hand, and knelt down in front of the girl, "Look, Qing'er, this is our child, Changsheng , Wang Changsheng."

The girl looked at the baby in the man's arms, with a look of love on her pale face, and tremblingly touched the baby with her right hand, but before touching the baby, her arm fell on the bed involuntarily, and she closed her eyes.

"No, Qing'er," seeing this, the middle-aged man burst into tears, as if sensing something, the baby also burst into tears, and the sound of grief spread far, far away.

······
"Hey, dad, why are you here?" At this moment, a familiar voice brought Wang Mingyuan back to reality.

Wiping his tears, Wang Mingyuan turned his head, forced a smile on his face, and said, "Father is afraid that you will be exhausted, so come and see you."

Seeing his father's red eye circles, Wang Changsheng knew that his father must have missed his mother, but he didn't ask any further questions.

"Father, are you here to get the talisman seal? I only drew 26 pieces, but today I can definitely make up for yesterday's one." In order not to make his father too sad, Wang Changsheng quickly changed the subject.

Wang Changsheng did not adopt his father's suggestion. With the supply of a large amount of blank talisman paper, he tried to make other types of talisman seals, but there were no exceptions. They all ended in failure. As a last resort, he could only draw the ones he was most familiar with. For the Fireball Talisman, it took five dozen blank papers to draw 22 Fireball Talismans. The success rate dropped a lot. It seems that more practice is needed.

"26 cards are 26 cards, don't work too hard, take your time, dad is not in a hurry, your body is important," Wang Mingyuan said with concern.

"Understood," Wang Changsheng nodded, and secretly made a decision. It seemed that he could not be too hasty. He first drew the thirty fireball talismans before learning to draw other types of talisman seals. He was a little anxious yesterday.

"Father, look at the difference between me," Wang Changsheng suddenly remembered something, and said to his father mysteriously.

"It's different? It's nothing... Hey, you have broken through the fourth level of Qi refining and entered the fifth level?" Wang Mingyuan looked his son up and down when he heard this, but found no difference, but when he glanced at his son's dantian with his divine sense At that time, it was unexpectedly discovered that his son had broken through.

"Hey, I broke through when I was making talismans a few days ago, I forgot to tell you," Wang Changsheng smiled, and his face was a little smug.

Seeing this, Wang Mingyuan smiled gratifiedly, patted his son on the shoulder, and praised: "You did a good job. Dad has to leave beforehand. Make the talisman well and don't let go of your cultivation. If you need anything, talk to the black clothes outside." Wei said, "After speaking, Wang Mingyuan took the talisman on the table and left.

"I will work hard, mother," Wang Changsheng said solemnly, looking at his mother's portrait.

(End of this chapter)