Luo Chuan's eyes were as gentle as water, tolerant of everything, and he slowly said, "Go, follow your heart, and move as you wish."
"Since you are obsessed with the path of immortality in this life, and now that you are destined for immortality, you don't have to suppress your true intention anymore. Just go boldly and pursue it boldly."
Hearing his father's words, Luo Nian'an was also shocked. He suddenly raised his eyes, eyes full of disbelief, and stared at his father in front of him.
He originally thought that his father would dissuade him, retain him, or disagree with him, but he never thought that his father would fulfill his wish so simply and tenderly.
Luo Chuan looked at the young man's shocked look, raised a faint and gentle smile on his lips, and spoke softly and firmly, giving him the most stable confidence in the world:
"Nian'an, dad never blocks your dreams and never denies your true intentions."
"The road to immortality is long and windy, and the road ahead contains endless glory, but also thorns and dangers."
"If you go to practice, you don't need to put too much pressure on yourself, you don't need to insist on being invincible, you don't need to insist on the pinnacle of the Dao, and you don't need to insist on immortality."
"Practice well, experience well, and see the mountains and rivers of the world well, that's enough."
Luo Chuan looked into the young man's clear eyes and whispered the instructions, taking each word into his heart. "If your practice goes well, you will move forward and grow steadily, and live up to the opportunities and your true intentions."
"If your practice is bumpy, the road ahead is difficult, you encounter setbacks, and you feel tired, there is no need to be brave."
"It doesn't matter if you don't cultivate well, it doesn't matter if you can't break through, it doesn't matter if you don't become a peerless genius."
"No matter how many storms you go through outside, how many grievances you suffer, how many dangers you encounter, whether you are successful or famous, or you are down and out."
"Remember, this small courtyard at Falling Flower Village will always be open to you. Daddy will always be here waiting for you."
"When you are tired, tired, injured, or scared, come back at any time."
"You have a home in this world, and I will be there when you return. You will always have a way out, and you will always have a place to return."
A few short words, as gentle and profound as a mountain or a sea, contain all the choices, successes and failures of the young man.
In an instant, Luo Nian'an's eyes turned completely red, warm tears welled up in his eyes, and all the entanglements and hesitations in his heart disappeared, leaving only full warmth and peace of mind.
He nodded vigorously and said "yes" heavily, his voice choked with sobs, but extremely firm:
"Kid, I remember! Thank you, daddy!"
How lucky he is in this life to be born in the mortal world and have such a loving father.
Even though the road ahead is filled with endless wind and rain, he has no regrets, he has a destination in his heart, and he is fearless on the road ahead.
Luo Chuan gently rubbed the top of his head, his eyes were gentle and deep, not telling him that the path to immortality was dangerous, not complaining about the vicissitudes of the ages, but only giving him fulfillment, giving him confidence, giving him endless escape routes and tenderness.
The three-day deadline is approaching in a blink of an eye.
During these three days, Falling Flower Village remained stable as usual, with fireworks curling up and the years being dull.
Luo Nian'an still wakes up every morning to read, practices calligraphy in the afternoon, and obediently obeys Luo Chuan's teachings, but his eyes are a little clearer and more determined to rush forward.
He cherished the last mortal time spent with his father, quietly guarding the small courtyard, making tea and chatting with Luo Chuan, watching the mountain flowers bloom, watching the gurgling stream, and watching the smoke curling up from the cooking pots.
He kept the gentleness of the mortal world, the stability of the world, and the gentleness of his father's eyes in his heart.
He knew that from now on, we would be separated by immortality and mortal life. The road ahead would be long, and there would never be such a stable and ordinary daily routine of fireworks.
But Luo Chuan is still as calm as usual, making tea, reading, sitting quietly in the courtyard, not asking about the path to immortality, not worrying about the future, just quietly accompanying her child through the last mortal time.
After hundreds of years of transformation, his Daoist heart has already been perfected.
A child's destiny is his destiny and his experience.
He doesn't have to protect him throughout his life, he just needs to keep his pure heart and wait for him to return.
The road to immortality is long, young people should go to all directions to prove their true nature, experience various situations, and understand the great road.
But the small courtyard in this world is always brightly lit, peaceful and warm year after year, waiting for people to return home.
Three days later, morning dawned and the sky was clear and the wind was clear.
Luo Nian'an packed a simple bag, dressed in clean cloth, with a tall and straight posture and clear eyebrows.
He bowed deeply and solemnly saluted Luo Chuan, who was sitting in the courtyard with a gentle smile.
"Dad, the child is gone."
Luo Chuan nodded gently, with gentle eyes Youyuan, and said softly, "Go, follow your heart, and you will be safe every year."
Luo Nian'an turned around slowly and stepped resolutely towards the old locust tree at the entrance of the village, heading for his own magical journey.
Storms are approaching on the road ahead, so the young man embarks on the path to immortality, leaving the mortal world and pursuing the great road in search of eternal life.
Then in the small courtyard behind the mountain, the breeze is still there, the fallen flowers are still the same, and the fragrance of tea is still the same.
Only a gentle man in green clothes sat quietly in front of the court, watching the young man go away, waiting for his return in the fleeting time, with a single thought, peace of mind, and peace every year.
In the next few months, Luo Chuan would sit alone in the courtyard of his home, looking in the distance from time to time, with a look of longing in his eyes.
As Luo Chuan's thoughts moved slightly, Giant Devil Race Progenitor Lei Ji appeared in front of him.
Lei Ji knelt on the ground and kowtowed again, and asked with a puzzled face, "Master, aren't you transforming into a mortal? Why did you suddenly call me out?"
"Next, you protect Nian'an for me. Although he is not my biological flesh and blood, since he has become a mortal, he is my son in this life."
After hearing the master's words, Lei Ji did not refuse and disappeared in a flash.
With his strength, there is no one like him in the entire star field, and protecting Luo Nian'an is also a piece of cake.
Luo Chuan hung one hand behind his back, looked at the sky in the distance, and said softly, "Cause and effect... This is the first time I have felt the energy of cause and effect."
Clear Wind Ferry In the small courtyard, flowers fall year after year.
Ever since Luo Nian'an broke through the mundane fireworks and rushed to the distant fairyland, Falling Flower Village's time seemed to have been pressed in slow motion.
There are no years in the mountains, but there are spring and autumn in the world.
The dawning morning when the boy left in the past seems like yesterday. You can look up and count the trees and grass outside the window alternately withered and blooming, and the spring flowers bloom and wither for thirty rounds. In a blink of an eye, thirty years have passed.
During these thirty years, Luo Chuan still guarded the small blue-tiled courtyard in the back mountain, never leaving even half a step.
The layout of the courtyard has never changed. The courtyard paved with bluestone is clean and tidy, the green bamboos in the corners remain green year after year, and the wild flowers in front of the steps bloom and fall year after year.
The copper pot for making tea is still placed on the stone table, but time has finally carved the most authentic traces of vicissitudes on this once gentle and gentle man.
Her long hair, which was once as black as ink, has now been stained by frost and snow, and strands of silvery white wrap around her shoulders. She no longer looks young and elegant.
There is still a gentle and gentle look between the eyebrows and eyes, and the depth under the eyes has accumulated from thirty years of loneliness, but the corners of the eyes are covered with fine wrinkles.
The calm and tranquil youthfulness of the past has faded away, and there is now a bit of peace and age unique to the mortal old man.