Tianwei Chapter 352 Dust (7)
What the old Taoist said is not without reason.
The four great families all seem to say that inheritance is through blood. But what is blood?
Ordinary people think that only the blood flowing in the heirs of a family is called blood. According to this theory, if someone takes the blood of the four major families and injects it into his body, can he inherit the inheritance of the four families at the same time?
So far, I have never heard of such an incredible thing. If this is really possible, why has there never been such unrest in all these years?
This only shows that bloodline does not only refer to blood.
People know a family through behavior and language. They hear it from others or experience it personally. But when talking about a lineage, people often don't say words related to "blood", but directly mention a certain person or a certain family style.
So, what are people and customs?
The blood of this lineage flows in the human body, and the customs represent the spirit of this lineage. Only when the two are combined can it be called bloodline.
What is the spirit? It is the root and the spirit. It is something that is deeply rooted in the soul. At the critical moment, even if you are a puddle of mud, you will bring it out.
It is invisible and intangible, but it is tightly bound to you. Even if you die and turn to ashes, without a drop of blood belonging to this family, you are still this lineage. Because the spirit is indelible, it is a strange object that is invisible but does exist.
It is for this reason that when the Five Classics inheritance fell into my body, I was able to trace back to the roots of my soul and obtain new inheritance.
However, things are a little different now.
I was the old Taoist's junior brother before, and that body had nothing to do with the Eight Ropes. Although my soul is now connected to the Eight Ropes bloodline, no one can say for sure whether Fanran can also inherit it.
I have to give it a try after all, if it works... The old Taoist said, frowning tightly. Because he also knew that if it really works, what awaits him is not a bright future, but a road that almost leads to death.
If it is really possible, you... The old Taoist hesitated for a moment, then asked in a low voice: Are you willing to let her go?
Although this question comes suddenly, I have always had the answer: I don’t know.
I don't know... The old Taoist was not surprised, as if this was within his expectations. After a while, he sighed and said: In life, there are too many things that are hard to give up. Is there really an absolute distinction between the important and the unimportant in this world?
Maybe…I said.
That's the end of our conversation.
After resting for a day and a half, Fanran finally woke up from her coma. Liao Xianer had been there to take care of her, and was busy cooking porridge. Her attitude seemed to have changed, and she was no longer as confused as before. Apart from following Liao Laowai, she had no idea what to do.
Now, she seemed to be slowly regaining her previous graceful and tranquil appearance, which made people want to get close to her.
What's wrong with me? This was the first question I asked when I saw the Taoist priest.
You are too tired. The old Taoist priest pulled up the quilt for her and said: Rest for a while.
Fanran's face didn't look very good. Besides being too tired, it was probably also because of worry and helplessness.
I'm so useless... she suddenly said in a low voice.
The old Taoist stood by the door, turned to look at her, then shook his head slightly: In the general trend of the world, you have done well enough.
Can we... still succeed? He suddenly raised his head and looked at the old Taoist priest.
I don’t know, the old Taoist priest replied.
Maybe we really won’t be able to survive… she whispered.
Don't let your imagination run wild, the old Taoist said.
Fanran half leaned against the bed, her head hanging down, her hands clenched tightly on the quilt. Suddenly, her body began to tremble, and the more she trembled, the more severe it became.
A choking sound suddenly sounded.
Drops of tears dripped down her smooth and slightly pale chin, falling on the quilt and on her hands.
What's wrong with you? I asked quickly.
She shook her head slightly, but her sobs became louder and louder, and her tears kept falling. She gripped the quilt tighter and tighter, and her fingers turned blue from the force.
At this time, Liao Xian'er was about to come in with a bowl of porridge. But when she heard the sobbing sound and saw Fanran's expression, she was slightly startled. Then she stopped at the door and did not continue walking.
I want to see him...The low sound of crying echoed in the room.
he?
I want to see him... The sound of her crying was extremely suppressed, as if she was biting her lips and didn't want the sound to be heard. It was also like she was holding something in her heart and couldn't let it out with her breath.
Who do you want to see? I asked in astonishment.
dad……
This sound shocked me so much that I was at a loss for words. How did she know that? Who told her?
I want to see my father... I really want to know what he looks like... Fanran's hands grabbed the quilt and slowly retracted, her face was blocked by her messy hair, but her sad crying could not be stopped.
I want to see him once... I really want to... She suddenly curled up her legs, hugged the quilt and burst into tears.
It looks like an abandoned child, missing the parents who once accompanied him.
Why doesn’t he come to see us… The crying sounded extremely dull because of the quilt blocking it: Why, why never come… I want to see him so much… Why can’t I! Why can’t I…
I was silent. Only at this moment did I realize how ridiculous my thoughts were.
I thought I had thought enough and thought thoroughly enough, but many things were overlooked in this thoroughness.
When she said she liked me, I thought she only wanted me. So, I gave up the past and chose the present. I made the old Taoist lose his junior brother completely, and the pillar that supported his heart collapsed.
I know I am not wrong. I want the me of now, and I also want the me of the past. The old Taoist needs the me of now, and he wants to find the me of the past.
Every choice comes with some loss.
The woman next to the Three Lives Stone answered very well. She said: No matter what choice you make, you will regret it.
Yes, no matter what choice we make, there will always be something to lose.
The sudden crying made it impossible for me to suppress the sadness in my heart.
I really want to tell her the truth, but once I tell her the truth, she will gain a "father" and lose a "lover". And I... will lose everything.
Because I know that I am not that "father".
Even if I told her everything, she would not be my daughter.
Seeing her crying with her head buried in the quilt, I felt like a stone was pressing down on my heart. I looked at the Taoist priest, who just sighed and shook his head slightly.
Am I wrong? I asked him.
Everyone has the right to choose, because we are born as human beings, and under heaven, human beings are the most respected. So, you are not wrong. If you are wrong, it is also the fault of heaven. The old Taoist priest replied.
Will she hate me for keeping it from her like this? I asked.
If you don't know, where does the hatred come from? Even if there is hatred, it is just your own imagination. The old Taoist priest replied.
Alas... I sighed and stopped talking.
Liao Xianer walked over with the porridge. She placed the porridge on the wooden chair beside her, then bent down and gently embraced Fanran in her arms with both hands: You will see him, you will definitely...
Her crying became even louder at that moment. She hugged Liao Xian'er tightly, opened her throat, and used all her strength, as if she wanted to express all her twenty years of waiting through crying.
People’s hearts are warm, there is no real coldness.
Her former arrogance was just a cover-up for her weakness.
Her waiting and her expectations, at this moment when the end is approaching, still leave regrets. This is why she burst into tears. We always don't want to have any regrets in life, but how can we miss a life without regrets?
A life without regrets is a kind of regret.
Tiansheng, who had found the Five Elements Taoist Temple before, was now leaning against the window with Jiao Ye and Wa Mei, curiously looking at Fan Ran. Of course, they couldn't understand why Fan Ran was crying, they only knew that at this time, no noise should be made and no one should get close, because this place needed to be quiet.
After that day, Fanran quickly began a new round of energy absorption.
She no longer mentioned the past, nor her father, as if a burst of crying had washed away everything.
Regarding the inheritance of the Eight Ropes, we tried it later, but it didn't work. Fan Ran could understand the essence of the Eight Ropes, but he couldn't use it.
The idea of letting her enter the River of Power on her own had to be abandoned.
Lao Dao and I were disappointed but also relieved. If she had succeeded, we would have been in a dilemma. Now, it was a good thing.
After that, the old Taoist kept traveling across China, looking for new stone beasts. Although the stone beast skins could not completely cover the blue sky and the yellow spring, it was better to have them than not. After all, this was the most effective method we could think of so far, and it was the only one.
In the seventh week of absorbing energy, the light of the imperial platforms in all directions finally dimmed completely. They continued to shrink along with the sky, and finally disappeared into the world.
When the heaven and earth shook once again, I knew that the imperial throne no longer existed, and what supported the heaven and earth now was the final blue sky and yellow spring.
The sky is finally falling.
After that day, the energy concentration between heaven and earth suddenly increased greatly.
It's not because the energy is gushing out of the underworld faster than before, but because the overlap of heaven and earth has caused the space to shrink, so the concentration of energy has increased.
Many practitioners who did not know the reason became active. They did not know what the heaven and earth overlapped, because this news was only spread in a small circle. Most people were still living in a beautiful tomorrow.
Days passed, and the sky continued to rain. By the twelfth week, the concentration between heaven and earth was already very alarming. The streams brought by the old Taoist's spirit gathering array were almost like a big river. Frog Girl had little time to rest, and her big tongue was almost stuck to Fanran.
The one who benefited the most from this was not the cultivator, but the emperor corpse of the Tianshi bloodline.
The increase in energy concentration has accelerated the formation of the Emperor Corpse several times. Wei Qingcang sent a message a few days ago that the Emperor Corpse will be formed in a short time. He wanted to try to use the Tongtian Corpse Formation to open a path and lead the Heavenly Corpse Pulse out. However, this is difficult.
At least in my opinion, it is almost impossible to succeed.
