The restlessness in the air disappeared, and the tranquility between heaven and earth returned to its source.

The young man stretched out his hand outside the porch and murmured: "Oncestor, the snow has stopped."

The old man nodded, looked down at the chessboard without saying a word.

The boy looked out the porch with anticipation in his eyes. "Grandpa should be back."

Time passed by minute by minute, and the boy was restless.

"Old ancestor, I'll go and have a look."

"Sit down"! The old man's tone is no longer gentle and kind, but becomes low and serious.

The young man was a little overwhelmed by the old man's sudden scolding. After pausing for a few seconds, he slowly sat back. "Old ancestor," his voice trembled a little.

The old man looked up at the boy, his eyes were profound and distant, and he was very majestic. "Born as a human being, he could not complete his life without experiencing the sorrow, joy, separation and harmony of the world."

The boy grabbed the cuffs with his hands unconsciously and said in a pleading tone: "Old ancestor, I'll wait for my grandfather at the door, not to go far."

The old man looked towards the porch, his eyes were neither sad nor happy. He slowly said, "At your age, I sent my grandfather away, at your father's age, I sent my parents away, and at your grandfather's age, I sent my wife away. Then..." The old man paused for a moment, "It was brothers, friends, enemies... Then there were sons, grandsons... and then... everyone they knew."

The boy bit his lips tightly, and tears rolled in his eyes.

The old man turned around and looked at the boy with pity: "The ancestors knew that no matter how much they said, it would be useless. I just used my personal experience to tell you that everyone will go through this difficult journey."

The boy shook his head vigorously. He had grown up in this snow-capped mountain since he could remember. He had been by his side since he could remember. He never thought that one day his grandfather would leave him. "Impossible, grandfather stepped into a half-step to transform into gas for thirty years, impossible"!

The old man reached out and touched the boy's head, "Child, next will be the most painful and difficult moment in your life, you must get through it."

"No"! "Oncestor, I don't know, please tell me, you are lying to me."

"Child, you are fifteen years old and have grown up. You are the most talented person in the Lu family in the past century and shoulder the heavy responsibility of guarding the Lu family. You must be stronger than anyone else. And the so-called strength means repeated blows and grinding, repeatedly lying down and getting up again, just like a stone in the mountains, you can only get out of the deep mountains after thousands of hammers and chisels."

The boy bit his lips tightly, tears slid down his cheeks one by one, and he strongly controlled himself not to cry. "Old ancestor, my heart hurts so much."

The old man nodded, "It's right that pain. How can you know what pain feels if you don't feel pain?"

The old man did not hurry or slow down and continued, "It is not enough to have pain alone. Next, you will know what 'hate' is. You must also know what 'forbearance' is."

The boy's eyes were wide open with tears in his eyes. He had already felt what "hate" was. "Old ancestor, you must avenge your grandfather."

The old man's dry palm fell from the boy's head, passed through the boy's cheeks, and wiped away the boy's tears.

"How can elders avenge their younger generations? This is your responsibility."

The boy clenched his fists tightly, and his body released his murderous aura for the first time.

The old man's dry palms are gently placed

On the boy's fist, "but not now."

The boy's tears flowed out like a spring, and he felt what "unwillingness" means and what "forbearance" means.

"Pain", "hate", "forbearance", these common and familiar words, those words that were thought to be very clear, were only now that he truly understood.

The old man's pity for his eyes had a touch of relief and peace of mind. He read that right, the young man was indeed the most talented and insightful person in the Lu family in a century.

Guixi is not big, and the courtyard with two entrances and two exits faces south.

The boy's eyes passed through the porch, through the second door, and through the wide open door, and a figure appeared outside the door. The man who had never seen him before, but had made him feel heartbroken and gritted his teeth and hated him.

The old man looked at the direction of the door and said, "Go and take your grandpa home."

The boy slowly stood up and stepped across the porch, and tears fell in strings.

The distance of more than ten meters seems to be far away in the sky and will never be able to walk.

Along the way, he heard the sound of his heart beating violently, his heavy breathing, and the sound of tears falling to the ground.

As the distance got closer, the man's face became clearer and clearer, which was a cold, ruthless, fierce and cruel face.

Lu Shanmin held the old Taoist in his gray robe in his arms, and his eyes remained on the old man under the porch. It was not until the boy walked closer that he withdrew his gaze and fell on him.

Lu Shanmin unconsciously opened his eyes wide. This was an impressive boy with elegant temperament and handsome appearance. What made people more invisible is his eyes, which were clean and bright. In addition to tears, there was endless hatred.

"Give me grandpa back"! The boy glared at Lu Shanmin fiercely. He knew that the person in front of him was very powerful, but he had no fear in his heart.

Lu Shanmin looked down at the boy, "You are his grandson"?

"Give me grandpa back"! The boy did not answer Lu Shanmin's words and said again.

With a faint apology on his face, Lu Shanmin reached out and handed the old man in gray robe over.

"He is a good grandpa."

The young man took over the old man with gray robe, looked at Lu Shanmin coldly for a few seconds, and turned around and walked inside.

Walking into the porch, the boy knelt in front of Lu Bugui with a thud, his head buried in the old man with gray robe, and his whole body trembled.

Lu Bugui glanced at the peaceful face of the old man in gray robe and turned his head away.

"There are two coffins in the west wing, please send them to your grandfather."

The boy stood up tremblingly, walked out in a stumbled and hugged the body of the old man in the gray robe.

Lu Bugui looked at the boy's back and disappeared into the corridor, and said lightly: "Come in."

Lu Shanmin walked in slowly and approached Lu Bugui step by step.

"I never thought that people could be so cold-blooded and ruthless."

Lu Bugui took out an unused tea cup from the tea tray, picked up the teapot and poured the tea slowly.

"Only I can drink the first batch of new buds in the south of the Yangtze River and the snow-covered tops of the snow-capped mountains in the north."

"What are you waiting for?"

The tea gurgles in the cup, "Young people, be patient, it's not too late to sit down and drink a cup of tea first."

Lu Shanmin slowly moved his internal energy and felt everything around him. The entire Taoist temple was quiet, without any turbulence in the air, and there was no slight movement of the old man in front of him.

, looks like an ordinary old man.

Lu Bugui looked up at Lu Shanmin and said lightly: "Since you dare to come alone, you still dare not have a cup of tea with me, the old man?"

Lu Shanmin stared at the old man coldly, stepped forward, and sat in the position where the boy had just sat.

The tea was filled, and Lu Bugui put down the teapot, waved his dry palms in the air at will. The tea cup moved to Lu Shanmin under the imperceptible force, and the tea was filled with tea, without a drop of it overflowing.

The transformation of qi is invisible and does not leak water. This is the real transformation of qi.

Seeing that Lu Shanmin did not move, the old man smiled, "Don't worry, I won't be able to poison the tea." As he said that, he picked up the teacup in front of him and took a sip.

"You can actually laugh."

The old man put down the teacup and said lightly: "What do you think you can live to my age?"

After pausing for a moment, the old man asked and answered: "It is not the nourishment of the energy in the world, nor the emotional ties in the world, but the belief. Otherwise, who can survive alone after the relatives and friends are not around, and will go crazy."

The old man glanced at Lu Shanmin and continued: "My belief is to protect the continuous inheritance of the Lu family. This is not only my belief, but also the collective belief of the entire Lu family."

"For this belief, you can do whatever you want and even sacrifice your descendants."

The old man frowned slightly, "There is no reason in this world that all good things can make people take advantage of. If you gain something, you will lose something. This is the law of nature."

"Why should he be sent to death?" Lu Shanmin secretly regulated his breathing, and his internal energy slowly reorganized to repair the severe damage he had just suffered.

"I thought you would ask about your mother's death first, but it doesn't matter, we still have enough time." The old man looked at Lu Shanmin's eyes and said lightly: "You can adjust your breathing with confidence. If I want to do it, I will do it long ago."

Lu Shanmin was shocked. His breathing regulation did not allow the internal energy to flow upward from the Dantian in the traditional way. He just mobilized the internal energy of the acupoints in the whole body to slew around to repair the tendons and veins near each acupoint. There was no slight fluctuation in the acupoints. Unexpectedly, Lu Bugui could see it at a glance.

The old man had a faint disappointment on his face, "He is my chosen heir, how could I hope he dies?" "I hope he can have an epiphany in the battle with you, but unfortunately, he is obsessed with it until he dies."

"Just because of his righteousness, he is obsessed with it"!

The old man nodded for granted, "He deviated from the belief of the Lu family. This is very dangerous. Not only is it very dangerous for himself, but also for the entire Lu family. He will pass on this wrong belief to the next generation, so that the guardians of the Lu family will embark on a wrong path of no return from now on."

Lu Shanmin sneered, "Don't the inner family emphasize the Tao following nature and the way of heaven is just? This is the way you follow."

"The Way of Heaven"? The old man smiled, as if he heard a joke, "There is a Qi Transformation Realm around you. If you ask Daoyi, do he believe in heaven or not? I have practiced the Way of Heaven for hundreds of years and know more than anyone else what the Way of Heaven is. The justice of Heaven is the biggest lie in the world. The so-called justice of Heaven is nothing more than the spiritual chicken soup instilled by the strong in the weak, so that the weak can obediently settle in the status quo and not stand up to resist."
Chapter completed!