Lu Changsheng was not too clear about the outside world’s discussions, nor did he care.
He had been living quietly in Qingzhu Mountain these days with his wife Lu Miaoge, son Lu Qingxuan, and daughter Lu Qingqi, accompanying his father-in-law on his last journey.
"Daddy, if I seriously learn to draw talismans, can I be like Sister Wangshu?"
Lu Qingqi had seen Lu Wangshu’s capabilities in Red Leaf Valley Market and aspired to be like her.
"You can ask your Sister Wangshu for advice in your daily life."
Lu Changsheng did not directly answer, gently stroking his daughter’s hair, and spoke in a gentle voice.
"I asked Sister Wangshu before, and she told to just be happy and enjoy food and drink every day, not to think too much."
Lu Qingqi pouted as she spoke.
"...."
Lu Changsheng paused, thinking that such words could only co from Lu Wangshu.
"Dad, a Talisman Cultivator can casually use hundreds of talismans, but once the talismans run out, doesn’t that an their strength will greatly diminish?"
Lu Qingxuan, who was at his side, voiced a question.
He had been accompanying his grandfather Lu Yuanding at that ti, so he did not witness Lu Wangshu slaying five Robber Cultivators;
he only heard that this sister used up several hundred talismans in the act.
"Yes, this is one of the drawbacks of being a Talisman Cultivator..."
Lu Changsheng slightly nodded, explaining the strengths and weaknesses of Talisman Cultivators to his children.
In the courtyard, Lu Yuanding lay in a recliner, looking towards Lu Changsheng, clad in a green robe and handso, talking to his children in the distance.
His thoughts involuntarily drifted back to over sixty years ago, when he had brought Lu Changsheng back to Qingzhu Mountain from the foot of Qingyun Sect.
He vaguely rembered hesitating when he first heard that Lu Changsheng had only a Ninth Grade Spiritual Root.
Who would have thought that the country boy rejected by Qingyun Sect would grow to such an extent unnoticed.
Lu Yuanding’s mouth curled in a faint smile, and a flurry of mories swept through his mind like flickering scenes.
"Changsheng..."
Lu Yuanding’s throat bobbed, calling out hoarsely, with a weak and breathless voice.
"Dad."
Lu Miaoge was using her mana to nourish her father’s physical body at his side.
But Lu Yuanding’s essence, qi, and spirit had already dried up, almost completely gone, rendering it useless.
"Father-in-law."
Lu Changsheng imdiately approached the old man.
Even though he had experienced such farewells as the Fourth Elder before, his heart was still filled with complicated emotions.
"Changsheng..."
Lu Yuanding slightly lifted his hand, grasping Lu Changsheng’s wrist, his voice seemingly carrying a plea, "Changsheng, Qing Shan has exceptional talent but is too arrogant. As a father, if you see him, you need to discipline him more..."
"Little Zhu is smart inside and out, and having her by Qing Shan’s side will make him restrain his nature a lot. But the two of them staying outside for long still is not as safe as being at ho. Should they encounter danger or trouble, it would be a big problem..."
"Xuan’er is intelligent and steady, he can manage the household and attain greatness in the future. Qi’er... like Huanhuan, is playful and mischievous, yet her thoughts are pure, requiring a lot of your paternal tolerance and protection..."
"Now that Qing Song has established his family, I am much more at ease, but all your siblings at ho are too outstanding, each holding their breath in rivalry. When you have ti, you should take care and pay more attention to him..."
The old man muttered, his voice growing fainter and weaker, scarcely having enough strength, as if he was making final arrangents.
He was very reassured about his two daughters.
The only thing he could not let go of now was his grandsons.
Lu Miaoge’s eyes were red, and tears stread down her face.
"Father-in-law, rest assured, I will take good care of them."
Lu Changsheng, upon hearing the old man’s last words, felt a heavy weight on his heart, and while holding his wife’s hand tightly, he spoke in earnest.
"Good..."
The old man, upon hearing this, nodded in relief.
Then he gently turned to look at his grandchildren by his side, "Xuan’er, Qi’er, don’t be too sad, you must be as outstanding as your brothers and sisters in the future."
After speaking, the hand holding Lu Changsheng’s palm slowly loosened, and with a peaceful smile, he closed his eyes.
"Dad..."
Overwheld by emotion, Lu Miaoge cried out in sorrow.
Although she had always been aware of her father’s condition, now that the mont truly arrived before her eyes, she found it hard to maintain her composure.
"Grandfather..."
Lu Qingqi, who had a delicate little face, was also in sorrow, tears flowing.
Lu Qingxuan pursed his lips, not crying out loud, but his eyes were red.
Over the years, he had always been in Qingzhu Mountain, very close to his grandfather Lu Yuanding.
Lu Changsheng silently held his wife and children.
Once his wife’s mood stabilized, he inford Lu Yuanzhong, intending to hold a joyous funeral for Lu Yuanding.
Lu Yuanding had arranged everything in advance before his life ended, instructing that the funeral should not be elaborately conducted. Lu Miaoge chose to follow her father’s last wishes.
Nevertheless, given that Lu Yuanding was an elder of Qingzhu Mountain and the father of Lu Miaoge, as well as the father-in-law of Lu Changsheng, the funeral was still quite grand, with many family forces voluntarily coming to pay their respects.
"Dad..."
Lu Miaohuan from Bi Lake Mountain, upon hearing the news, felt an ineffable sorrow well up within her.
Lu Miaoyun, who had experienced such things before, actively comforted her cousin.
After Lu Wangshu took charge of White Tiger Mountain, Lu Qingsong also imdiately ca to Qingzhu Mountain.
"Sigh..."
Lu Changsheng, looking at the aged Lu Yuanzhong, with only a few familiar faces left around from the old tis of Qingzhu Mountain, sighed softly.
Unknowingly, he had outlived generation after generation.
Perhaps in a few decades, there would be no one left in Qingzhu Mountain that he knew in his early years.
...
Five days later, Lu Changsheng returned to Bi Lake Mountain with his wife and children.
"Huanhuan..."
Upon his return, he first went to visit his wife Lu Miaohuan.
Without even thinking, he knew she must have been deeply grieving these days.
"Wuuu, Lu Changsheng..."
Lu Miaohuan, with her mature and gorgeous makeup, broke down like a child in his arms, crying out loud, releasing the sadness she had bottled up inside.
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