Seeing that Song Ziyu was silent, Mr. Xuanshan wiped away his tears and reached out to touch his long hair.

"Thank you to see for your teacher."

"No need, Master."

Song Ziyu returned to Beijing last night.

At that time, he could no longer walk normally, so he tried his best to enter Shoukang Palace. Perhaps because the master and apprentice had telepathy, he appeared in front of him before he could speak out.

This is also a blessing.

Otherwise, Song Ziyu would have been afraid of falling in the back hall of Shoukang Palace and unconscious all night without anyone to notice!

Before he fell into a coma, he only barely said a few words: "Master, save..."

Mr. Xuanshan was scared at that time!

He knew that Song Ziyu's physique was different from that of ordinary people.

The cold pond in the Song Mansion was specially moved from Yunwu Mountain.

There is a thousand-year-old cold pond in the back mountain of Yunwu Mountain. Song Ziyu is soaked in it all year round to protect her health. Only when it is extremely hot and cold every year can he leave the cold pond.

Although he has traveled to the four countries over the years, he is actually seeking medicine.

But he seemed to be no different from ordinary people, and Yun Wanning and the others didn't know what was going on with him.

After he left Yunwu Mountain and moved into the Song Mansion in the capital, Mr. Xuanshan thought of a way and carried the Han Pond to him overnight - he did not carry the Han Pond, but just carried the water from the Han Pond!

Everyone usually thinks that Mr. Xuanshan is an old naughty boy.

Little did he know that he really regarded Song Ziyu as his biological son!

"Master, there is no need for treatment in my body."

Song Ziyu shook his head, "I have to worry about this cold pond, after I went there, my master returned to Yunwu Mountain. It was originally a cold spring in the mountains, but when it came to the world, it became a stagnant water."

There is no trace of spiritual energy.

It's like...he's the person.

Song Ziyu was soaked quietly in the water, and the color of her eyes gradually merged with the cold pond.

"Master, don't bother."

His tone was very low.

"Do you know about this in Ning Yatou and Ye'er?"

Mr. Xuanshan looked at him, not only feeling sad but also feeling sad!

Song Ziyu seemed to have no strength to shake his head, "Master, don't tell them! This is the disaster I should go through in this life. If you tell them, they will feel guilty."

"I don't want them to have any psychological burden!"

"What's more, it's not their fault for this."

He closed his eyes tiredly, "I am not very proud of my body."

Mr. Xuanshan's eyes were red, and tears were lit up in his eyes, "You, you have to take care of everything yourself! Ning Yatou has many ways. If you tell her, why don't she think of a way?"

"You just sneak away alone, they don't even know what happened to you!"

“I don’t know better.”

After a long time, Song Ziyu responded, "They have heavy burdens on them and there are many things to do."

He doesn't want them to be busier and more worried because of his affairs!

"I don't belong to this world at all. I should have gone twenty years ago."

It was Mr. Xuanshan who spent a hundred years of hard work in exchange for his extra twenty years of life.

Although he survived, his physical illnesses and pains have tortured him from time to time over the years, and Song Ziyu has long been very upset.

"As Master said, the rules of the Three Realms cannot be broken. In order to save me, Master broke the rules once... This time, I don't want Master to bear it on my back."

His tone was very light, "This is my life."

After hearing this, Mr. Xuanshan burst into tears!

This is his disciple, his son, his fish!

From childhood to adulthood, he has been carrying everything himself, and would rather hurt than worry about it.

This is still the case now!

How can he not feel sorry for him?!

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

Mr. Xuanshan shook his shoulders crying, "I saved you back then. Have you promised to give me a care for you! I am so old that I can't walk anymore. If you don't get up and take care of me, you are still thinking about taking a step first?"

"Wuwuwu, you are not keeping your word! You stinky kid!"

The phrase "stinky child" made Song Ziyu break the defense.

He looked up at Mr. Xuanshan, and tears quietly slid down his face.

A layer of tiny ice beads soon formed on the slender eyelashes.

“Master…”

Why didn’t Song Ziyu know that Mr. Xuanshan actually wanted to inspire him to get better quickly?

He was originally an old god who had attained enlightenment.

Not to mention now, even decades later, he still looks like this, and he will never be able to walk.

Mr. Xuanshan's appearance and age have been stagnant since then and have been forever.

How could he grow old?

"You are not allowed to speak!"

Mr. Xuanshan suddenly stood up.

He began to take out the medicinal materials from his sleeves and threw them into the cold pond, "This is the thousand-year-old snow lotus, this is the ten thousand-year-old ginseng! This man became a spirit a few days ago and planned to run away, but he was caught by his master."

"I can use it for you to make up for it today!"

"No, these should be stewed for you! Let's wash them in the cold pond first, I'll go to the fire now!"

Mr. Xuanshan turned around and wanted to leave, but Song Ziyu was a little amused and crying, "Master!"

"Not allowed!"

Mr. Xuanshan looked at him with tears in his eyes, "If you say more, I will stew you in a big iron pot!"

"Oh, there are also burial river flowers, snow-clear grass, and no branches here..."

These are all good medicines that are hard to find outside!

Even, it was once thought that it had already been wiped out and there was no such good medicine in the world.

Na knew that Mr. Xuanshan took out all these things and threw them to Song Ziyu as if he was not willing to pay.

Finally, he even took out an old hen from his sleeve!

There is no need to doubt that this guy must have some magical space.

Otherwise, how did this old hen be brought to the capital from Yunwu Mountain and still jump and clamor?!

"Don't ordinary people stew chicken soup to replenish when they are sick? Especially this kind of old hen is the most nourishing! I specially caught one for you, and I will continue to go back and catch other chickens tomorrow."

"Rebirth of Financial Giant"

The chicken was caught on its wings by Mr. Xuanshan and looked at Song Ziyu pitifully.

Looking at the master who kept sniffing and not letting tears remain, Song Ziyu: "..."

How great is such a master?!

Unfortunately, their relationship between master and disciple is about to end here!

He lowered his eyes again and suppressed the pain in his eyes, "Master, are you tired?"

"Not tired!"

Mr. Xuanshan immediately waved his hand, "Why am I tired? I won't tell you anymore. You'll be soaked for me. I'll stew chicken soup for you now!"

After saying that, he wiped his tears again and hurried out as he caught the old hen.

I was afraid that he would cry after staying by the cold pond for one more second!

Because Song Ziyu doesn't like the excitement, there are very few people in the Song Mansion.

In the huge mansion, it is as pure as a paradise.

Mr. Xuanshan went into the kitchen and tinkered. Seeing that the old hen was stuffed into the clay pot without even pulling it. He mixed water and recalled, "How did Ning Yatou stew chicken soup?"

"Yes! Ning Yatou!"

Mr. Xuanshan paused his hand with Shuipao, as if he was remembering a savior. A shimmering light flashed in his old eyes, and a trace of light flashed in his tears.

"Why did I forget this life-saving straw?!"

He clapped his hands, threw the scoop into the water tank, and went out in a hurry again.
Chapter completed!