"Never deny the meaning and value of your existence, because you are free!"

"Never give up the quest and desire for strength and faith, for - you are holy!"

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The winter sun hung lazily in the air, even though it was trying very hard to release the light, it was still difficult to dispel the coldness hovering in Kong Li's heart.

It's a very dilapidated hut, with simple furniture and a dilapidated atmosphere, and it's barely playing its role.

A somewhat pungent smell of medicine spread in the hut, and a wooden door that seemed to be about to collapse at any moment was closed, blocking out the cold wind that was raging outside the house, and firmly confined the pungent smell of medicine to the hut.

Near the east, under the sealed window, there was a wooden bed, on which a middle-aged man was lying.

The middle-aged man's face was white and frightening, his lips were cracked, and his eyes were tightly closed, but the eyeballs behind his eyelids were rolling from time to time, as if the middle-aged man was trying to open his eyes.

On his body, he was covered with a tight two-layer quilt, although it was a little shabby, but it could still bring a warmth to the middle-aged man.

At the edge of the bed, there was a young man sitting at this moment, who did not look very big, only sixteen or seventeen years old. Although he was sitting on a small wooden bench, he could still see that his body was slightly thin. With a delicate face, you can vaguely see the appearance of a middle-aged man in bed, and it seems that the relationship between the two should be father and son.

The young man's face was full of sadness at the moment, and there was a little hatred between his eyebrows. However, in the end, the color of worry was greater than the color of hatred, and the eyes that were as pure as two black gems finally fell on the middle-aged man's body, and then he turned his head from time to time and looked at the potion in a bluestone bowl on the small table next to the bed.

His lips moved, but in the end he didn't call out to wake the middle-aged man.

He stood up, took a slight step, and walked to the door, where he stopped. Qingxiu's face revealed a little hesitation, and after a few complicated flashes of light in his eyes, only a long sigh finally fell.

"Hey......!"

A long sigh, with a bit of hatred, a bit of unwillingness, and a bit of firmness.

Although it was a soft sigh, after lingering in the hut for a long time, it still alarmed the middle-aged man lying on the bed.

After struggling for a long time, the middle-aged man still managed to open his eyes. As soon as he opened his eyes, he immediately searched for them in the hut, and when his gaze fell on the thin back of the young man, the middle-aged man's godless eyes immediately bloomed with a little brilliance.

"Ahem...!ahem...!"

He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to call the young man, but as soon as he opened his mouth, his chest was stuffy, and he coughed involuntarily. The cough was loud and hoarse, and it immediately startled the young man who was standing at the door of the room.

"Daddy!" the young man quickly turned around, with a look of eagerness on his face, walked to the side of the bed in a few steps, shouted a word, and then quickly stretched out his hand, lifted the middle-aged man's head from the pillow, and patted his back lightly with his other hand.

As the boy patted on his back, the middle-aged man immediately felt that his chest was much smoother, and his coughing stopped. This cough made his paper-white face flush with two more flushes, and his expression was a little better than just now.

"Okay, Li'er, no need to shoot. The middle-aged man looked at the young man with a little pampering in his eyes, but more of an apology. He took the boy's hand and stopped his son's senseless movements in a hoarse voice.

"Dad, let's drink the medicine first. The boy did not insist, and obediently stopped. He turned around, and instead of letting his father see the worry and worry in his eyes, he said softly.

Then, when he turned around again, a smile appeared on his face, and his eyes were full of confidence. He picked up the bluestone bowl from the small table at the head of the bed and handed it to his father.

At this time, the middle-aged man had already straightened his upper body. The young man put the pillow away, and the middle-aged man leaned over.

"Li'er, I'm sorry for you!" The middle-aged man obeyed his son's words, took the bluestone bowl, and drank the bitter potion in the bluestone bowl without frowning.

"No, Dad. The young man watched his father drink the potion, and his face immediately softened a little. After replying softly, as if he suddenly remembered something happy, he said to the middle-aged man excitedly: "Father, do you know, I passed the assessment of the clan today, and I can become a monk in the clan." The third uncle has already promised me that he will pay me a Yuanyang Pill in advance tomorrow. ”

"As long as you have this Yuanyang Pill, your illness will be cured immediately. The boy's face was bright, and his hands and feet danced, as if he wanted to prove how true his words were.

"Okay, good, good! It's good to have a chance to leave your son!" The middle-aged man listened to his words, and a relieved smile appeared on his face, and his expression became much more energetic at this time, and he had a little more strength to say it, and shouted loudly.

"Mm-hmm, don't worry, Dad. Li'er will definitely not let you down, he will definitely cultivate well, and when his cultivation is high, he will definitely buy a big house in Qingfan Town, and then take you out beautifully, so that you can exhale and raise your eyebrows in front of everyone. The young man said with a red face, his eyes flashing with a thick look of hope, but in the depths of his eyes, there was a trace of bitterness.

The middle-aged man looked at him with a faint smile on his face, and a happy look was released on his face. But at this time, the boy didn't notice it, but there was a hint of apology in his eyes.

The boy didn't even notice that the middle-aged man's hands under the quilt had been clenched into fists at this time. Pale and trembling, but powerless.

The son has a heart, the father also has a heart, and the father and son are in this laughter, each hiding different thoughts, and they have been talking for an hour.

Seeing that the flush on the middle-aged man's face gradually dissipated, the young man immediately stopped his endless words: "Dad, it's time for you to rest." ”

"Well, you don't have to worry about me, let's go practice first. Work hard, I'm waiting for the day when you take Dad out of here. The middle-aged man nodded, still with a smile on his face. He tried to touch his son's head, but he didn't take it out.

His son, now grown up, is no longer the child who is stumbling and falling, and needs his hands to help him walk.

"Dad, I'm out. The young man helped the middle-aged man to lie down, and after carefully tucking the corners of the quilt, he whispered.

"Go quickly, don't delay the practice. The middle-aged man said with a smile.

The young man had a smile on his face, nodded and didn't say anything more. He turned, and after a few steps, opened the door.

The cold wind of winter immediately came in, and the young man's slightly thin body couldn't help but tremble slightly. He turned his head, looked at his father, smiled, and walked out of the hut quickly, then turned and closed the door.

The moment the door closed, the smile on the middle-aged man's face immediately disappeared. A touch of distress and a look of shame appeared on his face, and his eyes began to moisten, and tears gradually flashed.

Outside the door, the boy deliberately took a few heavy steps so that his father in the house thought that he was gone. He took two light steps, leaned his back against the earthen wall of his house, and two tears slid down his delicate face.

Crystal tears rolled down, with the guilt of the young man, unwilling, and fell heavily on the ground, splashing water, and finally shattered at his feet.

Men don't flick if they have tears!

On this day, both father and son cried at the same time.

The boy didn't know, he thought his father was seriously ill in bed, and he couldn't know his situation in the family for the past two years. Therefore, every time he faced his father, he would smile at each other, and he praised himself in heaven and earth, only he was the most genius. But, in fact, it's quite the opposite.

However, his father is very clear about what happened to him in the past two years. He was seriously ill in bed for three years, and in the first year, he was not worried. Because at that time, his son was the most genius child in the family, only fourteen years old, "Innate Gong" had already cultivated to the seventh level, and he only needed to work harder to cultivate "Innate Gong" to the tenth level, so that he could build a foundation, condense dantian seeds, and become a monk in the family.

At that time, the whole family praised him, and the heads and elders of the family believed that he would be the hope of the family's prosperity, and judging from the conversations between the heads and elders of the family, it was very likely that they would also hand over the responsibility of the next head of the family to their sons.

He was proud of his son, and although he was seriously ill in bed, he never lost hope for a better future. Therefore, even though he knew that he had an incurable disease, he still survived tenaciously, because he had to watch his son go all the way to the position of the head of the family, so that he could leave with confidence.

However, he guessed the beginning, but not the end.

Even the entire family, including the teenager himself. Two years ago, the teenager's "Innate Gong" did not advance to the eighth or even ninth level as they imagined, but fell from the seventh to the sixth level.

A year and a half ago, the boy's cultivation fell again, from the sixth to the fifth. A year ago, it fell to the fourth weight. Half a year ago, it had fallen to the third weight.

Faced with such a strange situation, the elders and heads of the family were shaken. After the head of the family personally took action and checked it for the young man, he came up with the result that there was no seed in the young man's dantian.

No matter how seeded a dantian is, no matter how talented he is, he can't become a monk either.

On the day the results were confirmed, the aura of "genius" on the boy's head shattered, and in an instant, all the treatment disappeared. The head of the family threw up his sleeves and left, and the elders faced each other coldly, usually talking and laughing with him, and the brothers and sisters who were very close to him also spoke coldly to him one by one, and from time to time there were vicious words coming out of their mouths.

The two fathers and sons were kicked out of the mansion and only gave them the small house they have now, and they have not asked since then.