MTL - Asking About Longevity-Chapter 27 sad

Chapter 27 Sadness

"Your mother worked too hard and used her spiritual power to activate the stove fire for a long time. Her heart and lungs were damaged by the fire, and she was coughing, weak, and had difficulty breathing."

Mr. Feng explained his condition to Mo Hua and continued:

"When I first brought it here, I was almost out of breath. I made some elixirs and it temporarily relieved me. You don't have to worry about it for a short time, but you need to take good care of yourself in the future. You can no longer use your spiritual power to activate the stove fire. The kitchen helper in the dining room You can't do any more errands, otherwise your heart and lungs will be broken sooner or later, and you won't be able to survive."

Mo Hua was frightened after hearing this, and couldn't help but bowed deeply and said: "Grandpa Feng's kindness, Mo Hua will keep it in mind!"

Mr. Feng helped Mo Hua up, smiled slightly, and said: "It is the duty of the alchemist to save lives and heal the wounded, so there is no need to talk about kindness. Although you are a young child, you are still very serious in your speech. When you repay the favor, I may give it to you soon." He was buried.”

"But you have to save these spirit stones for yourself. Don't think it's a lot now. When you reach a higher level in the future, or marry a Taoist companion or have children, you will spend a lot of spirit stones. Save them now. So as not to be stretched thin when the time comes.”

When Mo Hua saw Liu Ruhua, Liu Ruhua was lying on a bed inside, sleeping quietly, breathing very lightly, and his face was pale and a little haggard.

Mo Hua felt sad and his eyes were a little hazy. Liu Ruhua didn't know how long he slept. When he woke up, he found Mo Hua lying next to him with red eyes. He felt comforted and a little distressed at the same time.

Mo Hua brought a small stool and sat quietly aside, looking at Liu Ruhua's face.

"That hairpin is naturally useful, but the fire-preventing hairpin is just an ordinary spiritual weapon. It is not a high-quality weapon, and its effectiveness is limited. But it's good to have this hairpin, otherwise your mother's condition will only be more serious, even if she is cured , there will also be residual problems with the heart and lungs.”

Mo Hua was in a better mood, "I'm helping people draw formations."

Liu Ruhua sighed slightly and said: "There is no shortage of spirit stones at home, but aren't you going to learn the exercises soon? The middle-level and lower-level exercises should cost more than two hundred spirit stones. I want to save more." Some, I’ll let you choose a better one when the time comes.”

Mo Hua remembers that when he was born, his mother was still young, gentle and beautiful, and had a beautiful smile.

Mo Hua said, and then he was stunned again, "Mom, how do you know this?"

Mr. Feng nodded, "Go ahead. Your mother just lay down after taking the elixir. Remember to keep your voice down."

"My mother helps cook in the dining room for only four hours every day. She was fine before. Why is her heart and lungs suddenly damaged so badly?" Mo Hua couldn't help but ask.

“Are you talking about the hairpin your mother wore?” Mr. Feng stroked his beard, nodded and explained:

Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief at this time and said with a smile: "Grandpa Feng Dan is kind-hearted and will definitely live for another few hundred years!"

 “Isn’t the fire hairpin useless?”

For monks with a relatively long life span, ten years is actually nothing. Some monks' appearance will not even change at all in ten years.

Mo Hua opened his mouth wide. He felt that he had hid everything, but in the end he hid nothing. He didn’t even know when his father followed him to the formation pavilion...

Ten years have passed without realizing it.

Mr. Feng laughed out loud, "You kid, you've been able to talk since you were a child."

“Is it still the Youyuanzhai on North Street?”

 One hundred and seventy-six. Two hundred and thirty. One hundred and thirty-seven. Ninety

Mo Hua shook his head, "Mom, you are not in good health, how can you be the same? Is it because there is a lack of spiritual stones at home?"

Mo Hua was slightly startled, "I didn't even say anything about the exercises, mother, how do you know?"

This time, Liu Ruhua was surprised. She opened her mouth slightly and said after a while:

 “How do you earn so much…”

Liu Ruhua touched Mo Hua's head and said, "Why are you here? Shouldn't you be practicing in the sect?"

 But the mother in the ink painting has become a little haggard, and there are even a few gray hairs on the temples.

"Mom, I can earn it myself. I have already earned one hundred and eighty spiritual stones!"

"yes."

“Mr. Feng said that you have to help cook in the dining room for six hours every day.”

“Six hours is nothing. Look at the uncles and aunts in your neighborhood. The errands they do are sometimes more difficult. Your father goes out to hunt monsters, and sometimes he even doesn’t sleep for days and nights. Everyone is like this..."

Liu Ruhua smiled softly and said, "Your father told me that when he saw you taking out so many spiritual stones that day, he suspected that someone was cheating you and had evil intentions, so he followed you to the business and asked the manager a few words. Then I found out that you were not deceived, but the manager was deceived by you. As a mother, I don’t even know when you had a brother..."

Mo Hua’s nose was a little sore, then he took out a storage bag and said:

Mr. Feng said: "I asked the cook in the dining room. Starting from this year, your mother's cooking time has been extended from four hours to six hours a day. As time goes by, spiritual power is more likely to be exhausted. Coupled with overwork, it will naturally lead to... It’s more serious.”

Liu Ruhua touched Mo Hua's face and said happily: "When I saw you when I was little and thin, I was worried that you would be bullied and worried that you would not be able to make a living in the future. I didn't expect that you are so young now. I can earn so many spiritual stones, so I feel relieved."

The side rooms of Xinglin Hall were opened up and several beds were placed specifically for patients to rest. Although they were simple and simple, they were clean and tidy and smelled of faint smoke.

Mo Hua looked at her silently. Liu Ruhua was a little embarrassed and said, "Mom is fine, you don't need to worry."

Mr. Feng quietly blinked at Mo Hua and said in a low voice: "If they have this intention, I won't be polite. Naturally, they use good medicinal materials to make elixirs. I will definitely cure your mother."

Liu Ruhua touched Mo Hua's head again, "Silly boy, how could mother not know? You didn't say it because you are sensible, but it is impossible for your parents not to have plans for you. Your parents are only monks in the Qi refining period, so you can't I want to give you the best, but within my ability, I still want to give you something better.”

Mo Hua was a little lucky, but also fearful. Then when asked about the cost of the diagnosis, Mr. Feng said: "The stewards from Shicai Shanlou came here, and they were also very sorry about your mother's matter, so they will pay for all the elixirs. You There’s no need to worry.”

Thinking about myself growing up slowly, and my parents getting older slowly without knowing it, and when I suddenly realized that they were no longer the same as they remembered.

Mo Hua shook his head and said: "Mom, I will definitely earn more spirit stones in the future, you don't have to worry about that. The most important thing for you now is to take good care of your body, don't worry about other things."

Liu Ruhua looked at Mo Hua gently and wanted to say something, but couldn't help coughing. Mo Hua stopped letting her talk and told her to have a good rest.

　　Thank you Taoist friend Natsume Hiroshi for the reward~

 (End of this chapter)