Way of the Devil

Someone advised Lu Sheng to ask a guy to help, and he smiled and refused.

He was very early every day, and when the sky was gray, he insisted on opening the door until the night was dark.

Sometimes when the patient is young, he blows with a windmill, and the wrinkles on his face stretch slowly with a smile.

He thought that life would go on like this. Suddenly one day he heard the rumor that the clock family had been plagued.

The plague is very powerful. It is said that it was originally spread from the place where Zhong Quan was in the wrong place. The family of the Zhong family died and walked away. The only old lady is missing.

Lu Sheng rushed to spend money to invite people to take him to the cattle cart, but when he arrived, the clock family was empty, and no one was there.

Reluctantly returned to the medical center, Lu Sheng inquired about the news of the clock, but no more messages.

Until a year later...

On the way back to the market to buy food, he saw Xu Zijun sitting on the stone steps of the street.

She wore a very worn cotton jacket, her body was very dirty, and her hair and face were very thick.

The face is also very bad, it is the kind of abnormal sallow and pale.

"uncle...."

Xu Zijun also looked up and saw Lu Sheng.

"How are you here?" Lu Sheng dropped the food and quickly took some money to ask her to take her to the hospital.

Xu Zijun's body has had severe edema, and I don't know how long it has been sick.

Lu Sheng asked someone to clean her body and change her clothes. Then personally give her a soup, and give her a careful drink every day.

But the disease in her is only the second. The real reason is the total exhaustion of her internal organs. It is the age of the visceral life.

She is very old, and has experienced too many ups and downs. It can be sustained until now, and it is also a miracle.

This is barely supported for a dozen days, Xu Zijun's breath is getting weaker and weaker, she really can't hold it.

"Uncle.... You said, what is it for people to live for the rest of their lives?" Under the dim light, she was covered with a thick quilt, but she was still cold and shivering.

Lu Sheng added a charcoal stove to her side, trying to make the whole bedroom warmer.

When she heard her talk, Lu Sheng slowly moved to the bed.

"For what? I don't know...." He smiled. "I thought, since God has let us live, let's live, and don't come to this world."

"I have always wanted to live well." Xu Zijun also laughed. "How can you live well?..."

"Fortunately....fortunately....I am not sorry for the clock, I am not sorry for my mother....I am sorry my whole child..."

Suddenly a colic spread from her heart.

Xu Zijun grabbed Lu Sheng’s hand tightly and leaned back on the bed, suddenly seeing the windmill on the medicine cabinet slowly turning. For a time, old tears.

She suddenly remembered a lot, and remembered that when she was a child, she took her brother’s hand and ran in and out of the medical hall. The windmill in her hand turned really nice....

"uncle..."

"Sleep, sleep....you are already tired." Lu Sheng held her hand tightly. The eyes can't help but get wet.

Yes, she is not sorry for anyone, the only one who is sorry, only herself.

Xu Zijun's skinny hands trembled slightly, and his strength grew bigger and bigger.

Suddenly, her eyes widened, the whole person was stiff, her hands were loose, and she no longer had the strength.

Lu Sheng sat silently, and his hands patted Xu Zijun's hand.

Xu Zijun’s funeral was no one. The plague had already caused her to lose all her relatives. Lu Sheng just bought a coffin and found someone to make a simple graveyard and buried it.

Back to the medical center, the three windmills on the medicine cabinet were inserted side by side, the breeze blew, and the windmill turned. Lu Sheng walked over and gently removed the windmill one by one. After thinking about it, he re-plugged it in the corner of the medicine cabinet.

As time went by, he reverted to the day of his daily medical treatment.

I don't know how long it took, the snow covered the whole town overnight, and everything in the field of vision was covered with silver.

"Grandpa. What is that?" A two-year-old girl shouted at the windmill on the medicine cabinet.

Lu Sheng is giving her father a pulse, hearing the sound and looking up.

"That is a windmill." He replied with a gentle smile.

“Grandpa likes the windmill very much?” the girl continued to ask.

"Yeah.... Grandpa likes it very much...." Lu Sheng smiled and replied.

"Binger don't bother Grandpa." The stern father whispered.

"Oh....." The little girl couldn't speak with a pout.

Lu Sheng walked over to take down a windmill and wanted to hand it to Binger. But this little girl is very sensible, shaking her head and not accepting it.

Lu Sheng had no choice but to put the windmill back.

Within a few days, the girl came again and followed her father for a follow-up visit, only this time she had a new windmill in her hand.

"Grandpa, this is for you."

Lu Sheng was preparing a medical tool and saw the red windmill in her hand, but suddenly collapsed.

He hesitated, no resignation, changed the windmill with a small sugar cake and ice, and then carefully inserted this new windmill into the previous three windmills.

The breeze blew, and the four-bar windmill was a new one. The original one, the color was already yellowed.

Lu Sheng put down his hand and looked at the row of windmills. Suddenly he felt something cracked in his heart.

He sank and continued to see Binger's father to see the disease, then closed the hospital and left the town slowly.

Return to the old site of Xujia.

The original mansion has been changed to a family, and the old trees in it have also sprouted.

In the snow, I can hear the cry of the baby coming from inside. There is also the voice of adults singing loudly.

Lu Sheng stood quietly in front of the big house, listening to the sound inside, the heart seemed to have something brighter and clearer.

I don't know how long it stood, he suddenly whispered.

The laughter is getting bigger and bigger and getting louder and louder.

Slowly, his hair turned white and turned younger and younger. The back of the hunchback also quickly straightened up.

The wrinkles on the face quickly dissipated, and the young, turbid eyes quickly and sharply sharpened, and in a short while, they recovered to the peak body of the twenties.

"It turns out that... it turns out!" Lu Sheng laughed and turned and walked away in the distance, no more nostalgia.

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Moon King House.

Moon King slowly pulled the blanket on his knees and pulled it up a bit.

For decades, the West End Dynasty disintegrated as early as a long time ago. Nowadays, the warlords have been separated, and the Moon King has a place in this troubled world because of the support of the army and the support of the Crane King Cave.

But that's it.

After the generals of the Shenwu Grand Army, the warlords everywhere called the king to dominate and raging.

Moon King is already over a hundred years old. If it wasn’t for He Wangdong’s secret law to help him extend his life, he might have gone long before.

But as he gets older, he doesn't have any hegemony. He just wants to live his own business.

Now the only thing he regrets is that his son is a monk. He has been away for decades. He has forgotten the appearance of Xiaojing at that time.

"His Royal Highness." White pine nuts are plain white, long sleeves fluttering, slowly approaching the courtyard.

As a demon king, he has a high level of instinct of road wins, coupled with high-level practice of the Tao, now more and more refined.

From a distance, it looks like a noble son. It is extraordinary and refined. When you look at it, it looks like a picture, and the temperament is cold.

In particular, the red-breasted hook of the eyebrows adds a touch of glamour to the indifference.

"Look at my old man again?" Yue Wang already knew the identity of Baisongzi.

But for him, these purely demon people are more trustworthy than people.

Good is good, bad is bad, and the Yao is far more straightforward than humans.

"There is a clear understanding of the people behind the Qing Wangfu. It is the undecided teaching of the Daomen." Baisongzi faintly said. "I may have been a little busy recently, and it should be less time to see you."

"It doesn't matter, the matter is important. The Qing Wangfu and us are not in the same position. After fighting for so many years, now I have to show my foot." Yue Wang sighed. "Just don't know if this is not fixed....."

"A teaching door in the door." White pines sighed.

"Is the strength very strong?"

"It's very strong." Bai Songzi calmly replied. "But we can't enter their eyes for the time being, and we have a good palace in the moon, and they are just a small fight for them."

"That's good....that's good...." The moon prince was slightly relieved.

"......."

White pines looked at the look of the moon king, and after all, they still did not say that the undecided has sent people to do it.

"It has been freezing cold recently, the weather is not very good. I have built a house in the south. You may not be able to cultivate one or two in the past." He made another announcement.

"Alright. Anyway, it is useless to stay here alone." Yue Wang smiled helplessly. "Just don't know where Jing is now.....?" He remembered his only son who left alone that year.

"Adults are naturally safe and sound, and we can all feel it." White pines replied.

"This is good...." The king did not dare to think more. The people around him left, and now he is only left, and Yuan Yuanyuan and Yuan Liuliu take care of the two girls.

The white pine nuts were silent and did not speak, but they owe a slight owe and turned away.

For him, Lu Sheng is the person who gave him a new life, so Lu Sheng’s father’s family is naturally a place he must protect.

For the past few decades, he has been steadily guarding the Moon Palace.

He had always thought that he could last for a long time. But five years ago, after the real decision of the undecided, everything changed.

He has worked very hard to avoid the battle between the two avenues of the Wangwangfu Hewangdong, but the two great monsters are fighting, and the aftermath is not the moon king's can afford.

After supporting for so many years, the interaction between the Spring and Autumn Gates and the Undecided Church has been upgraded one after another, and now it has reached the point where he is completely inaccessible.

A while ago, the fourth resumption of the undecided order came again.

This time, no matter what means, it is estimated that there is no way to delay.