It took Li Chunshui three days to reload a piece of lapis lazuli from the back mountain and polish it into the original stone table in the courtyard. This is indeed not an easy thing for Li Chunshui, who has not yet cultivated martial arts.

"This old way, I slapped myself domineering and exposed, poor master, I am tired and tired, and I also said that I am the turtle grandson, didn't the turtle grandson scold himself. Li Chunshui spread his legs without any image, panting and sitting on the steps in front of the door.

After resting for a while, Li Chunshui grabbed the pheasant he caught from the back mountain on the ground and walked into the kitchen.

There are still some grains and seasonal vegetables in the kitchen, and Li Chunshui plans to treat himself. All the ingredients were bought by Li Laodao and Li Chunshui in Wangchuan City, although Li Laodao Jindan cultivation can be opened to the valley, but Li Chunshui still has to eat, and Lao Dao is too lazy to serve this stinky boy, so for many years, Li Chunshui has been cooking by himself, and over time, he has practiced good cooking skills.

In the next half month, Li Chunshui has been practicing his flying knife technique, combined with the technique of fighting and killing in his previous life, and the flying knife is even more unpredictable.

During this period, Li Chunshui also took the time to go to Wangchuan City to buy a few pots of Huangmei wine that Li Laodao loved to drink, thinking that he would pay homage when Li Laodao came back.

Li Laodao lived in seclusion in Changchun Mountain for 20 years, and walked in Wangchuan City as a mortal. More than ten years ago, when the former lord of Wangchuan City was inspecting the water conservancy along the Guchuan River, he was accidentally bitten by a poisonous leech, which was poisoned into the heart and had no medicine to treat.

Since then, the people of Wangchuan City know that there is an old Taoist living on Changchun Mountain, wonderful hand rejuvenation, if someone in the city suffers from a difficult and terminal disease, the old Taoist consultation fee is very low, if the family is poor, you can also take nothing.

Therefore, Li Laodao has been playing Wangchuan City for 20 years, but he has gained a good reputation in the neighborhood. Even the current city lord Sun Minghai was courteous when he saw this grandfather and grandson. After all, he is the lord of a city, and he still has some eyesight, and Sun Minghai's only son is cultivating the law in the Immortal Sect two thousand miles away, so he vaguely feels that this Li Lao Dao is afraid that he is also a cultivator.

"This time, Li Laodao has been out for a long time, and it stands to reason that he should come back. Li Chunshui felt a little uneasy in his heart.

At this moment, there was a "bang" knock at the door.

"Brother Chunshui! Brother Chunshui! Open the door quickly!"

Li Chunshui hurriedly opened the gate, and a young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes wearing a light armor of the guards of Wangchuan City was standing at the door with an anxious expression.

Li Chunshui recognized him, his name was Chen Jin, he was the city guard at the east gate of Wangchuan City, and Li Laodao had also diagnosed his old mother three years ago.

"Brother Chen, why are you so flustered?" asked Li Chunshui.

"Mr. Li has an accident! is ...... at the gate of Dongcheng."

Before he finished speaking, Li Chunshui had already rushed down the mountain.

"Wait for me......" Chen Jin hurriedly called from behind.

The sound of the wind and water was unhearable, and Li Chunshui was full of thoughts at this time to rush to the east gate as fast as he could.

"Old man, don't have anything to do!" Although in the real sense, the current Li Chunshui and Li Laodao have only met once, but under the influence of the original owner of this body, Li Chunshui is still sad in his heart.

This is the way of heaven, and if you inherit the cause of this body, you have the obligation to bear the consequences of this body. Besides, Li Laodao's love for Li Chunshui is for Li Chunshui in the past or Li Chunshui now, everything Lao Dao has done is for him after all.

When he arrived at the Guchuan River, Li Chunshui jumped on the ferry. The old Liu Tou who was holding the boat knew that the matter was urgent, and he didn't talk nonsense, so he threw the cigarette stick on the boat and crossed the river immediately.

"Chunshui baby, don't worry, Mr. Li himself is a miracle doctor, and he is not in the way. Old Liu Tou saw Li Chunshui squatting silently on the other end of the ferry, so he comforted him, and when he saw that Li Chunshui did not respond, he sighed again.

Li Chunshui pursed his lips and stared at the water in a daze. Old Liu Tou didn't know, but Li Chunshui understood. Li Laodao himself is a Dharma cultivator in the Jindan period, and those who can hurt him must be cultivators with a higher realm than him, and let the city guard Chen Jin send a message, which means that Lao Dao's injury is very serious, but as long as he can mobilize a trace of mana, Li Laodao can return to the view on his own.

After going ashore, Li Chunshui dissolved Chen Jin's horse, and quickly whipped his horse towards the east gate.

A quarter of an hour later, Li Chunshui arrived at the east gate of Wangchuan City.

"Get out of the way!" Wang Dazhuang, an apprentice at the blacksmith shop in Dongcheng, pushed aside the crowd, "Brother Chunshui is here!"

Li Chunshui approached and saw Li Laodao sitting on the grass at the gate of the city, his back against a half-large stone pier, his eyes closed, his face like gold paper, a gray robe in tatters, his right arm was gone, there were scorched black marks on his chest and forehead, and no blood flowed out.

Li Laodao once told Li Chunshui a lot of common knowledge in the cultivation world of Donglizhou, and Li Chunshui knew at a glance that Lao Dao's injury was caused by the thunder method of the Taiyi Gate in the central part of the country, and he couldn't help but clench his fists. He found that Li Lao Dao was really no longer good, and his powerful soul could feel that Lao Dao's vitality was continuing to drain, and there was not much left.

Li Chunshui stepped forward and bent down to carry Li Laodao on his back.

"Brother Chunshui, mourning!"

"Mr. Li Jiren has his own natural appearance, he will definitely be fine!"

"If you need help, you will not refuse!"

"After a while, you can come to the City Lord's Mansion, and I will ask the City Lord to arrange a good position for you. ”

......

"I also hope that all the folks Haihan, when the matter of grandpa is dealt with, Chunshui will come to thank you in person!" Li Chunshui nodded at everyone, his expression was heavy, and he walked back silently with Li Laodao on his back.

"Grandson, ......" Li Laodao said with difficulty behind his back.

"Grandpa, my grandson is here!"

"Grandpa has told you a lot of things, but he has never told you about grandpa's own affairs, in fact, grandpa himself is a disciple of Taiyimen......"

"The one who injured my grandfather this time was He Mengshan, the current owner of Taiyi Gate, cough cough...... It's also my grandfather, I'm unlucky, I haven't gone out for decades, and I just met this despicable villain when I arrived at the Taiyimen realm!"

"Let me tell you, although grandpa is now in the middle of Jindan, that is when I am injured, once grandpa and I were also the one who almost preached the Tao, if it wasn't for that despicable old sneak attack this time, grandpa I would have been able to get out of the way, how could I be as seriously injured as I am now......"

"Yes, grandpa must be better than that old yin, in the eyes of his grandson, grandpa is the one who stands up to the sky!" Li Chunshui still pursed his lips, his nose was sour, and he tried not to let tears flow out.

"It's my good grandson, or you know me best!" Li Laodao grinned, wanting to laugh but not having the strength.

"I think when my grandfather and I were young, it was the ideal Taoist couple in the hearts of many female disciples of the Yushu Linfeng, talented, and many sect female disciples......"

may feel that he is running out of time, and he wants to talk to Li Chunshui more before his death, but Li Laodao has been chattering along the way.

After crossing the Guchuan River, when going up the mountain, Li Chunshui tried to lower his body as much as possible, and his steps up the mountain steps were more stable, so that the old road could be more comfortable on his back.

"He Mengshan is my grandfather and my senior brother, he is a Dharma cultivator in the early stage of Yuanying, and he is a master of the Xuanyin Thunder Method, and the Taiyi Gate is also one of the five major factions in Dongli State......

"The grievances and hatreds in this, the sophistication of the people, I will no longer talk to you, in short, they are all made by my grandfather. ”

"Grandpa told you this, not to let you avenge me, not not to take revenge, but to tell you to do what you can, grandpa I ended up like this because I didn't measure myself......"

"It's a pity that your martial arts cultivation method, grandpa can't get it, it's up to you in the future, Jin Dan is scattered, I'm afraid grandpa can't get through this level in front of me......"

Hearing this, Li Chunshui couldn't hold back any longer, tears poured down like springs, his shoulders trembled slightly, but he bit his lip deadly, and a trace of blood dripped down his chin on the stone steps, and then was covered by his firm steps.

"What are you crying about, you stinky boy! Birth, old age, sickness and death are human nature, and there is nothing you can't see. ”

"Grandpa's right arm is gone, but unfortunately my storage ring may have been picked up by Hemeng Mountain, and I can't leave you any inheritance resources, I have a jade plate around my waist, and then you take it, go to the Northern Broken Sea Sect, find Elder Yuliang, for grandpa's sake, for my sake, she will arrange for you to practice in the Broken Sea Sect......"

After saying this, Li Laodao was silent again.

Li Chunshui suddenly paused, looked up and looked forward, the gate of Changchun Temple was in front of him, and the old naughty boy Li Laodao could never come back.

Li Chunshui was not hysterical, nor did he cry, at this moment he suddenly calmed down unexpectedly.

"Grandpa, you're right," Li Chunshui let out a sigh of relief, and seemed to spit out all the gloom and sorrow, "People are inherently dead, maybe you are the real happiness when you go to the other side, if I am heartbroken, I won't be laughed at by you, you bad old man is very bad!"

Li Laodao did not explain any last wishes to Li Chunshui until his death, because in Li Laodao's mind, it is still unknown whether Li Chunshui can practice, and if he can't practice, Li Laodao will only add trouble to Li Chunshui. If he can practice smoothly, when Li Chunshui reaches a certain level, he will naturally understand.

Li Chunshui turned Lao Dao's body back to the view, re-gathered the makeup, and put it into the sarcophagus made by himself, and there was no burial object, Li Lao Dao's magic weapons and the like were estimated to have either been damaged in the fighting method, or fell into the hands of He Mengshan.

Then Li Chunshui buried Li Laodao next to a laurel tree in the back mountain, and a few simple big characters were written on the tombstone of lapis lazuli: the tomb of grandfather Li Yunguang.

Li Chunshui sat on the ground with his back against the laurel tree, took out two jars of yellow plum wine that he bought a few days ago, sprinkled an altar in front of Li Laodao's grave, raised his head and drank an altar, looked down at the jade plate in his hand, and said nothing, letting his scattered long hair float in the wind at will, and the cold killing intent flowed in his eyes, only silently reciting in his heart:

Taiyi Gate, Hemeng Mountain.