Time flies like flowing water, and in the blink of an eye, Xu Qing has been away from home for eight years, and the teenage boy has now grown into a handsome young man. Xu Qing hadn't been home for a long time, and his feelings of longing hadn't weakened with time at all, but had become more and more intense, and sometimes Xu Qing was even unable to concentrate on cultivation because of this, so Xu Qing decided to go home, and it was time to go home.

"Uncle Shi, the disciple hasn't been home for many years, and today I want to go home to get together with my relatives, and I don't know when I will be able to return to the mountain, so Uncle Shi still asks another disciple to help you choose the elixir!" Xu Qing packed up his things and came to say goodbye to Xiao Ming.

"Hey, if you leave me, it's hard to be lazy! The mortal world is rich and colorful, don't sink into it and can't extricate yourself!" Although Xu Qing only took the task to help Xiao Ming choose the elixir, Xiao Ming liked Xu Qing very much, and he had always taught the art of alchemy without the slightest reservation, and completely treated Xu Qing as his own personal disciple, so he was also a little reluctant to Xu Qing, but these naturally did not show it too much, but only persuaded Xu Qing to stick to the Dao heart.

"By the way, Uncle Shi, do you have any of those pills that can make mortals live a long life? disciple doesn't seem to have seen you refine this kind of pill all these years!" Xu Qing asked.

"It's not difficult to refine this elixir, but it's usually rarely refined, and I only have one here, although it can't be said to make people live a long life, but if it just makes mortals live longer, it's more than enough. Xiao Ming took out a pill bottle from the storage bag, poured out a milky white pill and handed it to Xu Qing.

"Uncle Xie!" Smelling the elixir that exuded a faint fragrance, Xu Qing took the elixir and hurriedly thanked him.

"Hehe, you are still so polite to Uncle Shi? This thing is not so precious. Xiao Ming smiled.

Brilliant fireworks rise into the sky, decorating the sky with brilliant colors, after the fireworks, the splendor instantly turns dull, just like life, sometimes bright, sometimes desolate.

Red lanterns are hung all over every corner, the deserted mountain villa is immersed in a festive atmosphere, and the Spring Festival couplets are plastered all over the doors and windows, as if telling the prayers for the coming year...

When Xu Qing returned to the villa, it was the Spring Festival, and the perennial hard cultivation in the mountains was about to make Xu Qing completely forget it.

Xu Qing walked slowly on the path of the villa, as if he wanted to imprint the changes of the villa over the years in his heart, and the brilliant fireworks illuminated his face, casting mottled figures on the ground.

"You're... Young master, really young master, I'll report to the owner, the owner of the village will be very happy to see the young master!" A man about sixty years old who looked like a housekeeper saw Xu Qing, obviously recognized him, and said excitedly, and wanted to turn around and leave after speaking.

"Uncle Zhang, don't inform my father, I'll go see my father now. Although Uncle Zhang is only the housekeeper in the villa, he treats Xu Qing very well, Xu Qing calls him Uncle Zhang, and has never treated him as a person, Xu Qing is naturally unwilling to bother the elderly Uncle Zhang to inform his father.

Xu Qing walked into the hall gently, only to see his father sitting alone on a chair, drinking tea with his eyes closed, looking intoxicated, even if Xu Qing came in, he never opened his eyes. The figure looked a little lonely, and the festive atmosphere of the villa seemed to fade around him.

I don't know when, the ruthless years have quietly dyed a touch of white on his temples, the once resolute face is now engraved with the vicissitudes of the years, and the calm figure in the impression now seems to be a little rickety, but in Xu Qing's eyes, no matter how the years pass, it is his father, the most beloved person in his life.

"Bang"

"Father" Xu Qing knelt on the cold floor, tears brewing in his eyes.

Xu Tianshan opened his eyes and saw that his son, who was concerned about him day and night, was kneeling in the hall, looking at the familiar and somewhat unfamiliar face, and the teacup in his hand fell to the ground with a "bang", the spilled tea exuded a trace of heat, and the wisps of tea fragrance drifted in the hall.

"Qing'er has grown up, and the man has gold under his knees, hurry up!" Xu Tianshan restrained the joy in his heart and stepped forward to help Xu Qing up. Eighteen-year-old Xu Qing's height was already as tall as Xu Tianshan, and looking at the young man in front of him, Xu Tianshan's eyes were full of relief.

"Qing'er is not filial, and she can't always serve her father!" Xu Qing said, with a tremor in his voice, as if he was about to cry the next moment.

"As a father, the greatest comfort is to see your child become famous, so don't be embarrassed, I hope my Qing'er can spread her wings and open up her own world!" Xu Tianshan said, his eyes full of soft colors.

"Qing'er will definitely become the pride of her father!" Xu Qingying said, his expression resolute.

"Okay, let's not talk about that, haven't you eaten yet? Let's eat first! Is there anything else you want to eat about braised carp and braised chicken feet? I'll go to the kitchen first and order to make these, and then I will tell the kitchen to make them!" After saying that, he hurriedly ran to the kitchen, and Xu Qing didn't even have time to stop it.

Looking at his father's figure disappearing into the night, Xu Qing felt like a ship returning to the harbor, forgetting all his troubles and boredom, and his heart was peaceful.

"Is this what it feels like to be at home, this feeling is so good!" Xu Qing said softly to himself, with a happy and intoxicating smile on his face.

"Home" is only one word, but it is as heavy as a mountain, and what place in this world can be warmer than home? Whether it is magnificent or ruined, as long as he is accompanied by his family, wealth and glory and immortality do not seem to be so important to him.

After an interval of eight years, Xu Qing finally experienced the warmth of sitting at the same table with his father to eat.

For the first time, he felt that eating could be such an enjoyable thing, of course, the enjoyment was not because of those delicious delicacies, but because of his father's heartfelt love.

When he was young, although his father would also pick up vegetables for him, it was just that Xu Qing was too young at that time to have a deep understanding, and then after entering the Yuntian Sect, eating was just to fill his stomach for him, and even in order to squeeze out more time to cultivate, eating was generally very fast, and naturally he would not feel that it was enjoyment.

Now that I have enjoyed such treatment again, I naturally feel very deeply, and it seems that there is a warm current that nourishes my heart that is indifferent because of my perennial hard cultivation.

This time Xu Qing ate very slowly, and while eating, he narrated to his father about his life in Yuntian Sect over the years, but when he narrated, he naturally just picked up some good aspects and said that Xu Qing didn't want his father to worry about himself.