Today I hold the world

In the morning, 76-year-old Yan Zhenying was sitting in front of the gate of the cave where she lived for more than 50 years in the cave of the disciples of Duanshuiya. Now she has gray hair and aging face, although she is still better than Judas. Most of my peers are, after all, old.

The crow's feet at the corners of the eyes can't be covered, and some makeup is still needed on the face. The eighth level of qi training has not improved for a long time, and there is no time to build the foundation.

But she still didn't dare to take that step. The success rate is low until the Qi training is complete. As she grows older, she becomes more and more panicked. She feels that once she goes to retreat, she is bound to die, and she will lose it completely. son and husband.

A figure in a dark green Taoist robe came calmly from a distance. It could be seen that he was in a bad mood. As a wife, the only thing she could do was to comfort her with a wide voice and greet her with a smile: "You're back? What did the master say?"

"Hey, the position of Lord Tanlang Palace has been dismissed, and I can count myself at a leisure." Jiang Yuzhou accepted Yan Zhenying's hand with a frown, and the two walked into the cave together.

Spiritual food, wine and food were prepared on the small table. In the family of three, only Jiang Yuzhou was a foundation cultivator, and the other two couldn't eat Bigu Dan every day, so there must be a small gathering every three to five months to condense the family relationship.

"What about the kid?" Jiang Yuzhou took off his coat, sat on the small table, picked up the spirit pot and poured a big mouthful of wine. The wine dripped from between his short black beard on the table, reflecting his unhappy middle-aged face.

"Morrow will come soon, this kid is just a bit playful." Yan Zhenying spoke softly, packed her man's robes, stood behind Jiang Yuzhou and held his shoulders for him.

Jiang Yuzhou raised her hand and pulled Yan Zhenying on the seat, motioned her to eat with her chopsticks, and picked up a piece of nine-color spirit vegetable root. I don't know what he dawdles in every day, playing tricks on cats and dogs, showing off his might, ignorant of learning and skills!"

When people are worrying, if they happen to be hit by the same bad thing, they will often expand their dissatisfaction on this matter. For example, Jiang Ming's cultivation progress is as slow as an old turtle in Jiang Yuzhou's eyes. , Every time I think of it, I feel stuck in my throat.

Thinking about him, Jiang Yuzhou, who studied hard since he was a child, and has always been admired by his peers and younger generations. How could it be his son's turn that he has no luck.

Everyone knows that Jiang Ming basically grew up in Chilongmen with a golden spoon in his mouth. Among his peers, Wei Changsheng, Wei Jin, Chang Zizai, Lu Linjiao, etc., all made great achievements on their own. However, Jiang Ming was the only one who had achieved nothing, and his cultivation level was not outstanding, and the aptitudes of the two spiritual roots were mixed up to be the bottom existence among the three generations of disciples.

Feeling annoyed in his heart, a young man with fair face and handsome face outside the cave shouted, "Mother, I'm back."

Upon hearing this, Yan Zhenying rushed to meet her, opened the door and whispered, "Your father is inside."

Jiang Ming became well-behaved in an instant, straightened his blue clothes, tied his loose hair tightly around his headgear, looked at his mother, Yan Zhenying nodded, and then he entered the cave:

"Dad, I'm back."

"Well, sit down and eat." Jiang Yuzhou frowned calmly, looking at his son at the table who looked like him, except for his good looks and inherited his advantages, he was incompetent in other aspects.

The family of three ate in silence for a long time. After Jiang Yuzhou drank the spirit wine, seeing that the mother and son had finished eating, he asked Jiang Ming, "What have you been doing recently?"

Jiang Ming was intimidated by Jiang Yuzhou's training since he was a child, and until now, every time he was asked a question, he always had to respond awkwardly:

"Two days ago, I helped Senior Brother Su Lie run errands to send messages, and after finishing my work yesterday, I went to Tonglefang to win a flying sword."

"Go to the gambling house again? How many times have I told you that life is short, if you don't practice hard, sooner or later you will be a piece of loess, and a flying sword can compare to a day's foundation casting?" Jiang Yuzhou was furious immediately, with solemn sword eyebrows rebuke.

Jiang Ming shivered, and quickly knelt on the ground, muttering: "It's been a long time since I went to play, Sanche and the others are pushing me hard, I have to relax."

Yan Zhenying hurriedly kicked Jiang Ming's ass lightly with her small feet, signaling that he said something wrong, Jiang Ming yelled: "Father, I was wrong, I won't do it next time."

Jiang Yuzhou was out of breath, and stood in the cave with chest tightness and panting, "You bastard, you have practiced the Tao for more than 30 years, and you can't even quit gambling, and you dare to blame others for the reason!

Look at the other kids of your generation, Su Lie, Wei Jin, Wei Yin, Suning, Lin Jiao, who is not more promising than you, even the most naughty Lu Xun, who has mastered boxing skills, but you are the only one who practiced boxing. There is no breakthrough in the gas period! "

Jiang Ming shrank his head and feet from the beginning, and finally straightened his waist and listened to the training calmly. Yan Zhenying saw that this posture was wrong, and hurriedly persuaded her husband: "Just say a few words, my son is not a fool, how can I be a father?" If you reprimand your children like this, Ming'er has grown up, and you have to be your own master."

Jiang Yuzhou was probably filled with anger, and he turned around and even Yan Zhenying scolded him: "The reason why he is what he is today is all because of your pampering, do you know what Brother Jian and Brother Tao say about him? ?

This child is arrogant and unruly, and needs more tempering!

My Jiang Yuzhou's son, who is over [-] years old, can't be confused, he was commented by his fellow disciples like this, you teach me where to put this face..."

Just as he was about to continue his training, a cold voice suddenly asked in the middle of the field: "What's wrong with me?"

Jiang Yuzhou turned his head in a daze, staring at his son kneeling on the ground, his fingers trembling: "You, you bastard!"

Yan Zhenying hurriedly hugged her son, persuading her sadly, "Son, you can't contradict your father, he was dismissed by the head of the sect today, and he is worried..."

"Then you can vent your anger on our mother and son?" Jiang Ming stared at Jiang Yuzhou angrily, and continued to question:

"For so many years, have you spared some time to give me advice? Every day is the religious affairs of the clan, and you have taught Senior Brother Linjiao more spells than me!

I like to bet what's wrong?Mother's cultivation is not improving, her salary and resources are getting less and less, have you taken care of it?

For more than ten years, I haven't seen you buy a piece of jewelry for your mother, and spend every day in Luoluo Peak practicing some kind of broken sword formation, but now you are fine, you were dismissed from your post by the master master, and you vented your anger on our mother and son, you deserve to be a father what? "

Snapped.

The crisp slap resounded throughout the cave, Yan Zhenying burst into tears, she lay on her son's body and lifted his swollen face, "Ming'er, confess to your father and stop talking."

Jiang Yuzhou pointed at Jiang Ming tremblingly: "Nizi, Nizi, you Nizi, how dare you contradict me."

Since Jiang Ming grew up, this was Jiang Yuzhou's most ruthless slap. At this moment, he was in a state of disarray, furious, and wished he could slap this rebellious son to death.

Yan Zhenying knelt down in front of Jiang Ming to protect her, with her arms spread out and she cried loudly: "Stop it, your father and son are both old, why do you keep feuding like this every time we see each other, my wife is going to die, can you give me some thought?" ? Keep it in your mind, okay? I beg you."

Hearing his mother crying, Jiang Ming shuddered to suppress his rebellious anger, and lifted her up to sit on the chair, "Mother, don't cry, it's a mistake, my son is incompetent, and I've troubled you."

Seeing this scene, Jiang Yuzhou staggered back, shook his head and muttered: "I shouldn't, I shouldn't have encountered such a situation in my life..."

When he was young, he fantasized that his son would become a Great Sword Immortal together with him in the future, but after more than 30 years, he didn't know why it turned into this situation.

The cave was silent for a long time, Jiang Ming saw his mother stopped crying, took a cold look at Jiang Yuzhou, and left the cave with his sleeves shaken.

Leaving their old husband and wife sitting on the chair together, Yan Zhenying became more and more inferior due to her slow progress in recent years, leaning on her man's shoulder:

"Husband, I can't hold on any longer. My body is getting weaker and weaker day by day, and my spirit is getting worse. I can't get over the hurdle in my heart. I dare not build a foundation, and I dare not step into that door."

Jiang Yuzhou trembled, and a look of sadness appeared on his face. He already knew that he vowed to join hands with his old lover, but he might not be able to pass that test. This is something he has been unwilling to face, but it still came after all. .

"Ying'er, don't be afraid, you can do it!"

As a husband, as a man, as the person she admired the most, Jiang Yuzhou couldn't give her a back view of her incompetence, but could only encourage and cheer her up. No matter what the outcome was, he had to support her heart.

"I still remember when we first came to Huaishan, the head of the sect sent us to work in Shanghe City. I was bullied, but you stepped forward without hesitation. At that moment, I fell in love with you... In a blink of an eye, 55 years have passed Now, you are still so handsome, I am already old and gray, so helpless."

Tears rolled down Yan Zhenying's eyes, she was so unwilling to give up, but God did not allow her to build a foundation, she had no choice.

"You and I are in the prime of life, always saying these unsightly things, come on, let's go to sleep, it's that brat who interrupted your good time!" Jiang Yuzhou got up and hugged her on the couch.

Yan Zhenying's eyes were bright, she wiped away her tears, and looked at her man sitting in front of the couch and covering her hand.

"Go to sleep, and when you wake up, I will help you practice and break through the barrier as soon as possible." Jiang Yuzhou smiled gently.

Yan Zhenying nodded and said: "Don't blame Ming'er, he has his own pressure, and now we can't let us discipline him. The family is originally harmonious, and now you are no longer managing the affairs of the Tanlang Palace, so you just take the time to teach him. "

Jiang Yuzhou pondered for a moment, then sighed introspectively: "Alright, the plan to return to the east is about to start. I should take advantage of this time to devote myself to cultivation so that I can contribute to the sect in the future."

Coaxing his old wife and children to fall asleep slowly, Jiang Yuzhou's mind echoed Jiang Ming's rhetorical question just now. In the cave, he walked up and down alone. past.

The person sleeping peacefully on the couch whispered in his sleep: "Yuzhou, I'm really afraid that tomorrow will follow in the footsteps of Xie Xuan..."

Jiang Yuzhou came closer to check, and saw that Yan Zhenying was still sleeping soundly, and the white hair on his temples could not be concealed, and all of it was leaking out. He sighed bitterly, feeling irritable and powerless.

After all, people have to help themselves. No matter how hard others try, there is limited help. After more than [-] years of being with each other, there will be a day when life will be separated forever. He can't imagine how broken he will be.

"No, there must be a way."