Fox Demon: Reincarnation of the Ninth Life

Today is the autumnal equinox, and also a time of parting.

"Village chief, didn't you say you were going to treat Baoan?"

Chen Huai hurriedly ran to Qing Yan's room and questioned him.

Because today, the day when Chen Baoan was sent to the capital, their family received a batch of medicinal materials, including ginseng, codonopsis, astragalus, Polygonum multiflorum, etc.

The quantity was large and the value was high, which reminded Chen Huai of the agreement he had made with the village chief.

But shouldn't it be given to Chen Baoan? Why was it sent to his home?

"Huh? Who gave us so many rare medicinal herbs?"

Ye Ling's voice came from the side, and Chen Huai suddenly had a bad feeling.

‘Dong-dong-dong! ’

"Village chief? Village chief?"

Chen Huai knocked on Qing Yan's door, and an old but slightly energetic voice came from inside.

"The door is not locked, what are you arguing about?"

Qing Yan opened the door and a head of messy white hair came into view.

"Old Chen, why are you still so irritable?"

Qing Yan looked impatient.

"Fluffy?! Come in with me!"

Chen Huai grabbed Qing Yan's collar and walked into the house.

"Village Chief! I remember you promised me that you would heal Baoan's body, not Ling'er's!"

Chen Huai was not a pure villager, so he certainly understood the meaning of Qing Yan's actions.

If it was for Chen Baoan, it would not be sent to their home at all, and the medicinal materials used for children would be labeled with instructions for use.

Because the medicinal properties of the herbs are so strong that children cannot bear them, let alone children who are born with a lack of qi and blood!

Then it goes without saying who these medicinal herbs are for.

"Old Chen, don't get excited. This is what I gave to Ye Ling. How is it?"

"Qing Yan! You are not trustworthy!"

Chen Huai's grip couldn't help but increase in strength.

"Is it my fault that you used it on your wife?"

Qing Yan said this in a somewhat unreasonable manner, but his eyes were more serious than ever before.

"you……"

"Old Chen, is it possible that in your eyes, I, Qing Yan, am that kind of person?"

"Have you forgotten who kept you in the village?"

"It's you."

"Who else is speaking well of you in front of the Sect Leader?"

"It's...it's you."

……

Every time Qing Yan told about something, it was suppressed by him.

If Qing Yan's identity was not so special, Chen Huai, who had no one to protect him, might not be able to live and work in peace and contentment in the village.

"You should know the rules of Wudang."

"But! You shouldn't use the rules as an excuse for breaking your promise!"

Chen Huai seemed a little anxious.

“You should know!”

Qing Yan's tone became much more intense.

Knowing one’s responsibilities is the beginning of being a real man; fulfilling one’s responsibilities is the end of being a real man.

"Yes!"

"Alas, in fact, all this was requested by Baoan."

Qing Yan waved his hand and told Chen Huai the truth.

"Ok?"

"Old Chen, you still underestimate your son."

"Do you think you have made any sacrifices in this matter? Or, have you made as much sacrifices as Bao An?"

Qing Yan looked serious.

"without……"

How painful is it for a young child to be separated from his family and leave his hometown?

"So who do you think I should listen to?"

"The child's request is very simple, similar to yours. He wants me to help cure Ye Ling's illness."

Qing Yan poured two cups of tea out of habit, picked up one of them and handed it to Chen Huai.

"I believe you have also heard that the wanted list set up by Wudang has been tossed on the list countless times by a killer."

"I heard about this...

Chen Huai took the cup of tea and pursed his lips.

As a former Wudang disciple, he naturally understood the difficulty of brushing the wanted list. No matter whether it was a human or a monster, the opponent's strength had definitely reached the peak of the monster king.

"It's a monster. Although no one has seen his true appearance or figure, one can sense the monster aura within him."

Qing Yan frowned.

"Monster... that!"

"Don't worry, this is not a bad thing. It is precisely because of his existence that the Wudang headquarters, which should have been more chaotic, has become much more stable."

Qingyan said.

The Wudang sect has always accepted anyone, whether monster or human, who has talent and is sincere in joining the organization.

Most of the elders are monsters, and Wudang is a rare organization that truly allows humans and monsters to coexist peacefully.

"But this is not a long-term solution. Tsk, I didn't expect that Wudang, which has been passed down for so long, would need the sacrifice of a child at this time."

There was unmistakable disdain in his eyes. Wudang had a long history and a superior status, but now it had become a mess because of something. It was really puzzling.

"So, Lao Chen, this time, just listen to that kid."

"It's the last kindness that an elder can show him."

Qing Yan walked up and patted Chen Huai on the shoulder.

"I...I understand..."

Chen Huai drank the tea in the cup in one gulp.

From childhood to adulthood, he had never swallowed such bitter tea, no matter how high-quality the tea was.

. . . . . .

"In the capital, you must eat well, and look at the sky every half an hour while reading."

“Remember to eat less food from vendors and don’t accept food from strangers.”

"Be very careful and be sure to observe your surroundings when you go out."

"Remember to take your medicine on time and keep your body healthy."

Before leaving, Ye Ling gave Chen Baoan instructions over and over again.

Chen Baoan had no choice but to agree one by one. Although he did not think this was the last time they would meet, Ye Ling thought so.

"Okay, okay, it's time for Baoan to leave."

Chen Huai hugged Ye Ling and whispered.

He did not tell Ye Ling about Chen Baoan and Qing Yan's decision, but only said that in order to make up for Chen Baoan's sacrifice, he prepared another batch of medicinal materials for her to use.

I hope she can get rid of the pain and recover soon.

Although the two could not meet often, they could still communicate through letters.

"Chen Huai! You are such a heartless person! Your son is about to leave, and you still say things like 'get out quickly'!"

While giving instructions, Ye Ling also took the time to yell at Chen Huai.

"Oh, okay, okay..."

Chen Huai had no choice but to give in.

stare~

Chen Baoan and Chen Huai looked at each other.

'You didn't tell her that?'

'certainly. '

"Yes, thank you very much."

'You're welcome, take care of yourself.'

'understood. '

The friendship between father and son does not require many words. Just a look in each other's eyes is enough to understand what the other wants to convey.

Fathers' love is silent. They are not as good at expressing emotions as mothers, but they silently care for their children through actions.

Chen Huai is not good at expressing himself, Chen Baoan knows it, but he also knows that Chen Huai will not harm him, he is his father.

"Don't forget to write back, Baoan!"

"Oh! I know!"

The carriage started moving, and Baoan stuck his head out and waved to those who came to see him off.

There were not many people from the village coming, but not too few either.

He basically stays indoors, but when he does go out his conversation and behavior are very fascinating.

Therefore, there were quite a few villagers who liked him, and most of them came, with tears in their eyes.

At this moment, one of the old men with gray hair but tall stature took a step forward.

Stare into each other's eyes.

Chen Baoan put away his smile, and the other party nodded to him solemnly.

Ah!

Chen Baoan also responded solemnly.

He has chosen his own path, so even if there are mountains of swords or seas of fire ahead, he should grit his teeth and keep going.

"Baoan, I'm sorry, but the village depends on you."

Qing Yan's voice was low and no one around could hear it.

It was like he was talking to himself, and also like a warning to himself.

Their time has passed, and now is the time of the younger generation.

The driver of the carriage was a middle-aged man in his thirties.

Judging from his energy and aura, he is not an ordinary person but should be from Wudang.

"Uncle, are you from Wudang?"

Chen Baoan came out of the carriage shed and sat down next to the coachman.

"Yes, I am a Class B disciple of Wudang's 39th Route. You can just call me Tian Yang."

The driver spoke slowly.

"Oh……"

Chen Baoan responded in a low voice and turned to look at the woods slowly receding around him.

"Hahaha, don't worry, if everything goes well, you and your parents will still have a chance to meet again."

Tian Yang read a hint of loneliness in Chen Baoan's eyes.

That's true. After all, leaving home to study in the city at this age, if it were him, he would probably have thrown a tantrum.

It was very rare that the child in front of me could remain calm and not shed tears.

"Chen Baoan, right?"

"Yes, Uncle Tian."

"I heard that you were born with insufficient Qi and blood, and are plagued by illness? I would like to congratulate you on having the opportunity to recover your Qi and blood."

Tian Yang said, pulling out a wine flask from his pocket.

'ton……'

'ton……'

'ton……'

"Ah! Good wine!"

Tian Yang breathed a sigh of relief.

"Uncle Tian, ​​don't ride a horse when you drink."

"Haha, do you see anyone around stopping me?"

"That's true... But what do you mean? I remember I gave the chance to my mother."

Chen Baoan asked doubtfully.

What Tian Yang could figure out was that the village chief reported the matter to Wu Dang, so Tian Yang knew about it, but...

"I know that, but...haha, based on the relationship between Wudang and the village, this can only be considered as your village chief paying out of his own pocket. The village's economy may not be enough, but Wudang's economy is still sufficient."

Tian Yang didn't make his words very clear, but Chen Baoan understood them.

"Thank you, Village Chief."

Chen Baoan smiled.

Maybe it's not appropriate to laugh now, but... when I thought about making that old man bleed profusely, my mood inexplicably became better.

Today is the Autumnal Equinox, a day when day and night are equally divided, and yin and yang are half and half.

The separation in autumn, the original solar term did not have this meaning, but as he watched the sky gradually turn yellow, the atmosphere of separation enveloped him.

The wind is blowing

The fallen leaves that had fallen to the ground have the opportunity to fly again, while those leaves high in the sky may only have one chance to fly in the air in their lifetime.

But once leaving that high platform, the opportunities became countless, and with the breeze blowing, they were flying in the air again as they had done before.

The high platform in sight is where they said goodbye.

I once thought that a farewell would last forever.