The chat in the courtyard is still going on slowly, and the fireworks in the world are leisurely and long.
Luo Chuan seemed to be sitting quietly and calmly, but his eyes inadvertently glanced at Luo Nian'an who was thinking secretly in the corner, taking in all the subtle changes in the young man's expression.
He knew clearly that his obsession with cultivating immortality had not dissipated, but had only been temporarily suppressed.
Luo Chuan did not intervene too much to stop this.
After all, the road of life needs to be walked step by step by oneself. Whether it is obsession or yearning, it is a necessary mental experience on the way to growth.
He will not forcefully change the child's mind, nor will he allow the young man to rashly embark on a dangerous and dangerous path.
During this time of spiritual practice, he accompanied his children to grow up safely. He only hoped that Luo Nian'an could keep his true heart in this mortal world and be able to distinguish between gains and losses.
No matter whether the boy finally chooses to settle down in the mortal world in the future, or insists on embarking on the path of cultivating immortality, Luo Chuan will always stand behind him and be his most solid and stable support.
The years flow slowly, the morning breeze blows away the mist in the mountains, and the warm sun hangs high in the sky. Falling Flower Village is still repeating the ordinary and peaceful daily life day after day.
The sounds of reading, children playing, villagers working, and streams flowing are intertwined to compose the most simple earthly music.
In the small courtyard at the back of the mountain, the life of the father and son continues to be ordinary. A deep-seated obsession with cultivating immortals and a calm Daoist heart that looks down on the world of immortals, accompany each other, and slowly get along with each other over the long years.
In the next few days, Falling Flower Village's life was as leisurely and stable as ever.
Luo Chuan still urges Luo Nian'an to read in the morning, practice calligraphy in the afternoon, and cultivate his character in the evening, teaching him the principles of the world, etiquette for treating others, and kindness in life.
He never mentions any immortal cultivation techniques or spiritual cultivation. He only hopes that his children will take root in the mortal world and have a sound mind and knowledge.
Luo Nian'an On the surface, he obeyed his father's teachings obediently. He read poems and wrote texts on time at his desk every day. He behaved well and wisely, but privately, he never gave up on his dream of cultivating immortality.
During his free time every day, he would gather around the elders in the village and listen quietly to the elders telling stories about immortals and adventures passed down from generation to generation, silently writing down all the information related to immortality.
When playing with his friends, he would often ask Da Hu and others about how to exercise their bodies, and would go to secluded mountains and forests alone in private to imitate the movements of cultivating immortals and physical exercises that children said.
He moved his muscles awkwardly, fully expecting to awaken his extraordinary power as soon as possible.
But no matter how hard the young man tried, his body was always mediocre, he didn't show any supernatural powers, and he couldn't feel the slightest trace of the legendary spiritual power.
Repeated attempts failed, but they still failed to erase the obsession in Luo Nian'an's heart. Instead, they made him more determined to find the true path to immortality.
Occasionally, in his free time, Orion Wang would come to the small courtyard as a guest with his own fruits and game, and he would drink and chat with Luo Chuan, talking about the prey in the mountains, the harvests in the fields, and the daily life of the village. The two of them got along harmoniously and comfortably.
At this time, Luo Nian'an would quietly listen on the sidelines, hoping to hear more clues about the cultivation of immortals from the adults' words, but every time he would be disappointed.
When adults talk about immortals, most of them just talk and joke about them as illusory legends. No one has ever really seen a person who cultivates immortality, and no one understands the method of cultivating immortality.
Time passes quietly day by day, spring flowers gradually bloom to full bloom, and the green mountains and fields become more and more dense and prosperous. Falling Flower Village is always immersed in the peaceful and stable daily life of fireworks.
Luo Chuan's Daoist heart becomes more and more clear and perfect as he is accompanied by the mortal world day after day. The viciousness and killing left behind by the battles in the heavens are all melted away by the warmth and fireworks of the human world.
He looked at Luo Nian'an, who was getting older and his thoughts became richer and more delicate, with a gentle doting and calm expectation in his eyes.
He knows that children have dreams that are unwilling to be ordinary, and he also understands that young people yearn for great glory, and will not forcibly cut off the longing in young people's hearts.
It's just that Luo Chuan knows in his heart that the path to immortality is dangerous and ruthless, and stability in the mortal world is rare.
When the boy truly grows up in the future, experiences all kinds of things in the world, and sees clearly the gap between dreams and reality, he will naturally make his own inner choice.
What he can do is to protect the current stable years, grow up slowly with Luo Nian'an, and wait for time to give the final answer.
Guarding this small courtyard in the mountains, guarding the only relative around you, in the mundane world, spend the fleeting years peacefully, with peace of mind and peace every year.
The time sequence slowly changes, the spring breeze fades away from its gentleness, and the warmth of early summer fills the entire Falling Flower Village.
The Lin Mu in the back mountain has long been lush and green, with layers of green spreading across the mountains, blocking out the sky and the sun.
The grass grows wildly by the stream, and unknown wildflowers bloom one after another, red, white, purple, and yellow, dotted among the green fields. When the breeze passes, the village is filled with the faint fragrance of flowers.
The stream is tinkling day and night, carrying the fallen leaves in the mountains and slowly flowing into the distance. The days in the village are still as slow as the stream flowing, without any surprises or disturbances, without waves or waves.
Rising at sunrise and resting at sunset is the unchanging norm of Falling Flower Village generations.
At dawn, before the sky breaks out, mist lingers over the mountains and fields, hazy like smoke and veil.
Luo Nian'an would always get up early, follow Luo Chuan's instructions, sit in front of the window and read poetry.
The sound of reading is crisp and tender, penetrating the quiet courtyard and echoing in the forest behind the mountain, becoming the earliest sound every day in this mountain village.
Luo Chuan is still sitting quietly by the stone table in the courtyard, reading ancient scrolls, or making tea and sitting quietly, with warm and peaceful eyes.
After a few years of becoming a mortal, he has long since lost his majesty as the supreme being in the heavens. He has no longer shown his magical powers, has no insight into the way of heaven, and has no involvement in spiritual practice. He has completely turned himself into an ordinary mountain hermit and an ordinary and gentle father.
The supreme power that once spanned the ages, controlled the universe, and overlooked all the heavens and realms, now does not seek immortality or supreme hegemony. All it wants is the stability of a small courtyard, the safety of the children around him, and worry-free life every year.
The most rare thing in the world is never to ask questions in the sky and leave a name forever, but to be accompanied by ordinary fireworks and peace of mind.
In the past few months, Luo Chuan has seen all the changes in Luo Nian'an.
The children who were once wild and untamed, as guarded and timid as wild beasts, have lost their wild and violent temper under his day-to-day upbringing.
Today, Luo Nian'an is polite and sensible, with a pure heart, clean eyebrows, gentle manner towards others, and a measured approach and retreat. In his movements, there is no trace of the embarrassment and vulgarity of the abandoned baby in the mountains.
However, Luo Chuan clearly knew that there was always an unquenchable fire deep in this child's heart.
It is the obsession of youth to refuse to be ordinary, the ultimate yearning for the glory of immortality, and the purest and most ardent yearning for the extraordinary world of a child in a mountain village.
The immortal legends gossiped about by others, the path to immortality boasted by his companions, and the contempt others asserted that he was weak and unqualified, all turned into little sparks, accumulated in Luo Nian'an's heart, and never extinguished.