The Cultivation Master Who Traveled to 07 Super Boy

"what?"

Zhang Yuan heard Lu Hu calling him and turned around with a puzzled look on his face. What happened?

"I figured it out."

Lu Hu pointed to his guitar. He had already made some demo of the song.

"What did you come up with?"

Zhang Yuan was still a little unresponsive and asked in confusion.

But Zhang Yuan turned around and followed Lu Hu forward, ready to listen to what song he had composed.

"You take it first. I need to read it too. I can't remember the words."

Lu Hu brought Zhang Yuan to the steps where he had just sat and handed his cell phone to Zhang Yuan.

After adjusting his sunglasses, he picked up the guitar and prepared to sing him the new song he had helped him create.

"Heavenly people, where are you now~"

Zhang Yuan looked at the lyrics on his phone and sang them out in a cheerful atmosphere.

Then he glanced at Lu Hu beside him and paused for a moment, motioning Lu Hu to play and sing first.

"How did you guess where the person in the sky is now?" Lu Hu also said with a smile.

They are indeed the most compatible 'brothers with low IQ'!

But Lu Hu then stretched out his legs, which were a little numb from sitting, and began to play the guitar slowly.

"My dear in heaven, where are you now? Are you looking at me now? Do you miss me?"

As Lu Hu sang softly, the lyrics and melody instantly made Zhang Yuan feel a little overwhelmed.

He rubbed his hair, opened his eyes and tried his best to control his emotions.

The deep affection and lyrics in the song reminded Zhang Yuan of his father who was seriously ill in the intensive care unit. He didn't know what to do for his seriously ill father.

I could only watch him lying there, unable to do anything.

He originally thought that he was getting better and that his proudest father would watch him gradually get better and would accompany him to get better together.

He could have stayed with him and his mother for a very long time, but his father was seriously ill now, and he didn't know how to keep his father from leaving him so soon.

He also hopes that his father can stay with him longer, and hope that his father will be safe and happy, and warm in spring and winter, just like the lyrics in his song "In My Lifetime".

"Little boy on the ground~ Are you looking for me~ I want to say something to you~"

Lu Hu was singing softly with deep emotion, but Zhang Yuan beside him could only bite his fingers to prevent himself from crying.

But Hu Zi’s talent is so great, and the lyrics and melody are so good.

He was completely unable to control his emotions, and his eyes were filled with tears as he sang.

"Ugh!"

Luo Qiqi, who was quietly reading the script in the tent, heard this song, silently put the script away, and sighed helplessly.

She also knew that Yuanyuan's father was seriously ill, and she had secretly gone to the hospital to visit Yuan's father, wanting to see if she could save him.

But it was too late. Yuan's father was now beyond help and could only rely on the instrument to hold on for a breath. He was already on his deathbed and there was nothing she could do.

The most she could do was to reduce Yuan's father's pain a little, but she couldn't do anything else.

She is just a cultivator, not a god. She cannot rescue a dying person from organ failure from the hands of the King of Hell, nor does she have the ability to increase his lifespan.

She knew why Yuanyuan was in a bad mood, and she also knew that Chen Chusheng and Wang Zhengliang quarreled because of Yuanyuan's matter, and she also knew that he was feeling the worst at the moment.

That's why she kept teasing the bird, just to let it vent its emotions instead of keeping everything in its heart and feeling uncomfortable.

She knew that Zhang Yuan was alone in the tent, but she knew even more that Zhang Yuan wanted to be alone and quiet for a while.

So she didn't disturb him or tell him that she was in the tent too, just listened to his low sobs as he couldn't sleep.

At that time, she could only listen to him silently as he suffered, and could not read a single word of the script in her hand.

I could only stare at the script in my hand with a blank gaze.

A sour and bitter feeling came up in my heart, followed by a dense pain like being pricked by needles, a feeling of heartache but helplessness.

Luo Yanqi could only bite her lips to control her emotions. She felt uncomfortable listening to it.

Her father had seen her many times and knew about her childhood trauma, so he always cared about her like his own child.

Knowing that she was not able to save the person she wanted to save, Luo Yanqi felt resentful for a moment that she was not strong enough.

Even though I have witnessed life and death too many times, there was still a moment when I doubted whether my heart of Taoism was really not perfect enough.

Or maybe it's because you haven't practiced enough and your knowledge is too narrow, which leads to the feeling of helplessness.

His Dao Heart became unstable and shattered for a moment, and his spiritual power became chaotic in an instant, randomly crashing into his internal organs.

At that time, Yuan's father seemed to notice that something was wrong with her mood. He woke up from his coma and patted her hand comfortingly.

After giving her a gentle smile, he fell into a coma again, which brought Luo Yanqi back to her senses.

She recalled the advice and teachings her master and senior brothers had given her: death is not to be feared; the most fearful thing is to be forgotten.

Luo Yanqi let out a light breath and disappeared into the ward while the nurse was making her rounds.

This meeting also made her less concerned about life and death, her faith in the Tao took a step forward, and even her cultivation became more stable and complete, reaching a higher level.

Her thoughts were pulled back and Luo Qi sighed again. It seemed that Yuan's father was not surprised at all that she appeared in his ward in the middle of the night as a girl. He even pulled her back from her depressed mood in time when she lost control.

It even helped me overcome confusion and obstacles and advance smoothly.

Luo Qiqi looked at the setting sun outside the tent, and came out of the tent to comfort and accompany the sensitive and thoughtful Zhang Xiaoniao.

Lu Hu: "Sleep~ Come close to me~ Hug me~ Be happy~u ~"

On one side, two elderly people, Chen Chusheng and Wang Zhengliang, were playing sports games, while on the other side, Su Xing was editing videos without sleep or food.

On the way, three brothers who had already bought groceries were driving back and were discussing what time they could have dinner at the latest.

Luo Qiqi walked over from behind Zhang Yuan and Lu Hu, sat next to Zhang Yuan and watched Zhang Yuan pouting his lips to relax himself after Lu Hu finished singing.

She raised her hand and gently stroked the hair on his forehead, then withdrew her hand and leaned it on her legs.

"Actually, I went to see my uncle a few days ago. It was too late when I arrived at the hospital. The nurse on duty was the only one dozing off there, so I didn't make a sound to disturb him."

"I went in and stayed with my uncle for a while. I thought about a lot of things. I thought I was a person who understood medicine, but I was helpless in the face of this situation."

"I couldn't even completely cure my own old illness. I felt like I was useless. My uncle seemed to sense my emotions, so he woke up for a moment and patted my hand comfortingly."

"I think it's not just me. You and Auntie are the ones he's most worried about and can't let go of. But his mission may have been completed, so he can only regretfully spend some last few moments with you."

"So we shouldn't be depressed or blame ourselves or be pessimistic and negative. We should make ourselves happy and not let our uncle still care about us until the end."

Luo Qiqi rested her head on Zhang Yuan's shoulder and watched the sunset in front of her, and then the sun would rise again tomorrow.

No one can accompany you throughout your life, but being forgotten is your true disappearance.

As long as we remember him, he will always live in each other's hearts and will never leave.