When reading and practicing calligraphy during the day, Luo Nian'an will choose to be obedient and meticulous.
But every afternoon when he was free and unattended, Luo Nian'an would always run alone into the secluded and uninhabited depths of the jungle in the back mountains, clumsily imitating the physical training methods taught by the children in the village.
Walking on horseback, stretching out fists and feet, running and jumping, exhaling and breathing, over and over again, tirelessly, day after day.
Although he is thin in stature and has a weak foundation, and he suffered from hunger and cold in the barren mountains since he was a child, his muscles and bones are far less strong than those of the children in the village who have been working and playing all year round.
He always had to practice hard for a long time to perform actions that others could easily accomplish. He often practiced until his whole body was sore, his forehead was sweating, and his legs were weak and unsteady, but he never slacked off or gave up.
The little boy always had a strong feeling in his heart.
Da Hu said that he was weak and had no resources, and would have no chance of immortality in his life. People in the village said that he had a lonely life experience, a shallow destiny, and would never become a great person. Everyone concluded that he would only be trapped in this small mountain village for the rest of his life, being mediocre and ordinary, and ending up in the mortal world.
But Luo Nian'an doesn't believe it.
He wants to become stronger, he wants to cultivate immortality, he wants to step out of this small mountain village, and he wants to stand at a height that no one else can reach.
More importantly, he wants to have the power to reach heaven and earth to protect his only father who treats him tenderly, gives him a home, and gives him the warmth of the world.
As long as he can remember, all that is left in the world is the icy mountains, the biting wind, the sour grass roots, and the boundless loneliness.
It was Luo Chuan who took his dirty little hand in the deserted mountains, gave him food and clothing, a place to live, education, and a warmth and stability he had never experienced before.
Luo Chuan is the only light in his dark life, his only relative in this life, and his entire destination and tie.
He doesn't want to live under the protection of his father forever. He wants to grow his own wings, hold up the world, and protect Luo Chuan from worries for the rest of his life.
However, no matter how hard he practiced and tried, and persisted day after day, his body was still ordinary, he could not feel the slightest bit of so-called aura, and there was no extraordinary phenomenon at all.
The forest was still the same forest, the breeze was still an ordinary breeze, and he was still just an ordinary, frail boy from a mountain village.
Expected again and again, failed again and again.
But the obsession in the young man's heart became more tenacious and ardent as he failed again and again.
He vaguely felt that it was not that the path to immortality was illusory, but that he had no way of finding it and had not met the opportunity.
As long as he persists in waiting, one day he will be able to find the true path to immortality.
Luo Chuan watched all this silently, never pointed out, never blocked, never enlightened, and took a deep breath of heat.
"Cause and effect... is this cause and effect?"
Luo Chuan hung one hand behind his back and looked at the starry sky in front of him, a strange emotion that was difficult to detect flashed through his eyes.
"I have lived through the ages, and have seen the ups and downs of the world's geniuses, and the joys and sorrows on the path to immortality.
How many geniuses and youthful spirits have indulged themselves in the pursuit of immortality, and in the end they have died and fallen into the path of immortality."
"Some may become obsessed with evil and destroy their character, or they may go through thousands of tribulations and be alone, enjoying eternal life, but without any warmth in the world."
"The path to immortality is full of regrets, and the road is ruthless. The world only envy the immortals for their carefree life. They don't see that the path to immortality is littered with bones. Being ordinary and peaceful every year and having a stable family is the best blessing in the world."
Luo Chuan shook his head helplessly, turned around and returned to the room.
It's just that Luo Nian'an is young, has not experienced the wind and rain, does not know the sinister nature of the human heart, and does not understand the ruthlessness of the road. He can only see the glory of the immortals riding the wind thousands of miles away, free and at ease, but cannot see the Blood Sea abyss and endless loneliness beneath the glory.
Some roads must be walked by oneself, some obsessions must be experienced by oneself, and some truths must be understood by oneself.
He can protect Luo Nian'an from wind and rain for a while, but he cannot protect him for the rest of his life, nor can he stop his lifelong experience of character.
Therefore, Luo Chuan chose to let nature take its course, accompany her quietly, and guard her silently.
If the opportunity does not come, the best ending would be for the young man to die in this mortal world in peace and joy.
If the opportunity finally comes and the young man insists on becoming an immortal, he will be his most solid backing.
Regardless of the ups and downs and thorns on the road ahead, regardless of success or failure, whether the journey home is far or near, he will always be Luo Nian'an's safest retreat, and will always leave him a home and a bright light.
Time moves forward slowly, Falling Flower Village in early summer, day after day, quiet and peaceful.
In front of the village, there are tens of thousands of acres of fertile land with strong green seedlings. The villagers are plowing the fields at sunrise, sweating over the fields. Behind the village, the mountains and forests are lush, with birds chirping and streams gurgling.
Neighbors are harmonious, fireworks are floating, children are playing, and old people are chatting, creating a peaceful scene in a paradise.
On this day, the wind was gentle and sunny, and the sky was clear and clear.
The blue sky is cloudless, and the warm sun shines gently, illuminating the whole village with warmth.
As usual, the children in the village gathered early under the old locust tree at the entrance of the village, chasing and playing.
Da Hu led a group of children to test their strength, race and wrestle, and still mentioned his ambition to become an immortal from time to time. A large number of children followed him, making it very lively.
Luo Nian'an After reading the morning book today, I got permission from Luo Chuan to go out for some fresh air and play.
He stood quietly next to the old locust tree, watching his friends having fun and listening to the familiar chatter of cultivators, and the longing in his heart was still raging.
He did not participate in the fight, but quietly raised his eyes to look at the endless green mountains and sea of clouds outside the village. There was a stubbornness and longing hidden in his eyes that others could not understand.
At this moment, a light Youyuan, a strange Daoist scent that was different from the fragrance of grass and trees in the mountains, slowly drifted from the ancient road at the entrance of the village.
This breath is warm and ethereal, elegant and pure, without any tacky fireworks. It is long and full, covering the entire entrance of the village in an instant.
The children who were laughing and playing all stopped subconsciously and looked confused. They felt that their body and mind were inexplicably comfortable, and their whole body was light, but they didn't know why.
Only Luo Nian'an's heart moved slightly. He inexplicably felt that this breath was sacred and lofty, and the longing for the immortal way in his heart was instantly aroused infinitely.
Everyone turned their heads and looked towards the end of the ancient bluestone road outside the village.
I saw an old and tall figure walking slowly in the distance.
The old man was wearing a plain-colored Daoist robe. His clothes were neat and elegant, not stained by dust, and floated gently in the wind.
His white hair is combed neatly and tied up with a wooden hairpin. His face is clear and lanky, his eyebrows are profound, his eyes are as clear as an abyss, hiding the mountains, seas, sun and moon, and he has an aloof and independent aura.
The old man walked calmly, neither hurriedly nor slowly. Each step seemed slow, but it was several feet away in an instant. It was graceful and graceful, completely unlike an ordinary old man in the mountains.
There is a faint spiritual light lingering around the body, and the aura is ethereal, which is definitely not something ordinary people can see.
The children in the village had never seen such a charismatic person before. They suddenly became quiet and opened their eyes wide, looking curiously at the old man who was approaching slowly. No one dared to make any noise.
The entire entrance to the village fell silent for a moment.
The noise dissipated, the wind blew softly, and only the footsteps of the old man walking calmly could be heard clearly.