Someone advised Lu Sheng to ask a buddy for help, but he declined with a smile.
He insisted on opening the door very early every day when the sky was gray and bright, until it was dark at night.
Sometimes when there were few patients, he would hold a windmill to blow the wind, and the wrinkles on his face slowly stretched with his smile.
He thought life would go on like this. But suddenly one day he heard the rumor that Zhong's family suffered from the plague.
The plague was very severe. It is said that it first spread from the place where Zhong Quan worked. The Zhong family members died and left. The only old lady is also missing.
Lu Sheng hastily paid someone to take him there in an ox cart, but when he arrived, Zhong's house was empty and there was no one there.
Reluctantly going back to the clinic, Lu Sheng asked around for news about the Zhong family, but there was no news.
until a year later... .
On his way back from the market to buy vegetables, he saw Xu Zijun sitting on the stone steps by the street.
She was wearing a very worn-out padded jacket, her body was dirty, and her hair, face, and hands were covered with thick dirt.
His complexion was also very bad, that abnormal sallow and pale.
"uncle... ."
Xu Zijun also looked up and saw Lu Sheng.
"Why are you here?" Lu Sheng dropped the food, and quickly spent a lot of money to have someone carry her to the hospital.
Xu Zijun's body was already severely swollen, and he didn't know how long he had been sick.
Lu Sheng asked someone to clean her body and change her clothes. Then he personally prepared the medicinal soup for her and drank it carefully every day.
But her illness is only secondary. The real reason is the complete failure of her internal organs, which is the natural lifespan of her internal organs when she is old.
She is very old and has experienced too many ups and downs. It is a miracle that she can survive until now.
After struggling like this for more than ten days, Xu Zijun's breath became weaker and weaker, and she really couldn't hold it anymore.
"Uncle... You said, what is the purpose of a person's life?" Under the dim light, she was covered with a thick quilt, but she was still shivering from the cold.
Lu Sheng added charcoal to her on the side, trying to make the whole bedroom warmer.
Hearing her words, Lu Sheng slowly moved to the hospital bed.
"For what? I don't know..." He smiled, "I just thought, since God let us survive, let's live well, and it's worth our time in this world."
"I've always wanted to live a good life." Xu Zijun also smiled. "But I can't live well..."
"It's okay... It's okay... I'm not sorry for the Zhong family, I'm not sorry for my parents... It's a pity that my son..."
Suddenly a cramping pain spread from her heart.
Xu Zijun held Lu Sheng's hand tightly, lying on his back on the hospital bed, and suddenly saw the windmill on the medicine cabinet turning slowly. For a while, I burst into tears.
She suddenly recalled many, many memories. She still remembered when she was a child, she held her brother's hand and ran in and out of the medical hall. The windmill in her hand was spinning so beautifully.
"uncle... "
"Go to sleep, go to sleep... You are already very tired." Lu Sheng held her hand tightly. The eyes can't help but get wet.
Yes, she didn't feel sorry for anyone, the only one who was sorry was herself.
Xu Zijun's skinny hands trembled slightly, and his strength became stronger and stronger.
All of a sudden, her pupils dilated, her whole body froze, her hands suddenly let go, and she had no strength left.
Lu Sheng sat aside in silence, clapping Xu Zijun's hand with both hands.
There were not many people at Xu Zijun's funeral. The plague had caused her to lose all her relatives. Lu Sheng just bought a coffin, found someone to make a simple cemetery, and buried it.
Back in the medical hall, the three windmills on the medicine cabinet were inserted side by side, and the windmills turned when the breeze blew. Lu Sheng walked over and gently took down the windmills one by one. After thinking about it, he plugged it in a corner of the medicine cabinet again.
Time passed day by day, and he returned to his original days of seeing a doctor every day.
I don't know how long it took for heavy snow to sweep across the entire town overnight, covering everything in sight with silver.
"Grandpa Lu. What's that?" A little girl who was only two years old pointed at the windmill on the medicine cabinet and shouted.
Lu Sheng was checking her father's pulse, when he heard the sound, he looked up.
"That's a windmill." He replied with a gentle smile.
"Does grandpa like windmills very much?" the girl continued to ask.
"Yes. Grandpa likes it very much..." Lu Sheng replied with a smile.
"Bing'er, don't disturb grandpa." The stern father reprimanded in a low voice.
"Oh..." The little girl pouted and dared not speak.
Lu Sheng walked over to take down a windmill, intending to pass it to Binger. But the little girl was very sensible, she shook her head and refused to answer.
Lu Sheng had no choice but to put the windmill back to its original place.
A few days later, the girl came again, following her father for a follow-up visit, but this time she had a brand new windmill in her hand.
"Grandpa, this is for you."
Lu Sheng was preparing medical tools, when he saw the red windmill in her hand, he suddenly froze for a moment.
He hesitated for a while, without refusing, exchanged a piece of sugar cake and ice for the windmill, and then carefully inserted the new windmill to the side of the previous three-pole windmill.
The breeze blows, and the four windmills are getting newer every time. The original one has turned yellow in color.
Lu Sheng put down his hands, looked at the row of windmills, and suddenly felt something crack in his heart.
With a sinking heart, he continued to see the doctor for Binger's father, then closed the clinic, and slowly left the town alone.
Return to the old site of the Xu family.
The original mansion has been replaced by another family, and the old tree inside has also sprouted new shoots.
In the heavy snow, you can faintly hear the crying of babies coming from inside. There is also the voice of adults singing softly.
Lu Sheng stood quietly in front of the mansion, listening to the sounds inside, something in his heart seemed to be getting brighter and clearer.
After standing there for an unknown amount of time, he suddenly laughed softly.
The laughter grew louder and louder.
Slowly, his hair turned white and green, and he became younger and younger. The hunchbacked back quickly straightened up.
The wrinkles on his face quickly dissipated, and he regained his youthfulness. His cloudy eyes quickly became clear and sharp. In just a short moment, he returned to his peak body in his twenties.
"So...so that's how it is!" Lu Sheng laughed, turned and walked away, without any nostalgia.
Moon Palace.
Yue Wang slowly pulled the blanket on his knees, and pulled it up a little bit.
Decades... The Xiya Dynasty disintegrated a long time ago, and now the warlords in various places are divided into separate regimes. Because of the command of the army and the support of the Crane King Cave behind it, the Yuewang Mansion barely has a place in this troubled world.
But that's all.
After the death of General Shenwu, warlords from all over the world became kings and hegemony one after another, and disputes continued.
Moon King is over a hundred years old, if it wasn't for the secret method of Crane King Cave to help him prolong his life, he might have gone a long time ago.
But as he got older, he didn't have any intention of dominating, he just wanted to live on his little foundation.
The only thing he regrets now is that his son practiced Taoism. He has been away for decades, and he has almost forgotten what Xiaojing looked like back then.
"His Royal Highness Moon King." Bai Songzi, dressed in plain white with fluttering long sleeves, slowly approached the courtyard.
As the demon king, he has the high-level true energy infused by Lu Sheng, coupled with the high-level practice of Dao scriptures, and now his cultivation base is getting better and better.
From a distance, he looks like a noble son, extraordinary and refined, but from a close look, he has picturesque features and a cool temperament.
Especially the vermilion hook between the eyebrows adds a touch of coquettishness to the indifference.
"You're coming to see me, old man again?" Moon King already knew the identity of Bai Songzi.
But for him, these monsters with pure emotions are more trustworthy than humans.
Good is good, bad is bad, monsters are far more straightforward than humans.
"The people in Prince Qing's Mansion have already found out what's going on behind them. They are the Wuding Sect of Taoism." Bai Songzi said lightly. "I may be a little busy recently, so I should have less time to see you."
"It doesn't matter, it's important. Prince Qing's Mansion is against us. We have been fighting for so many years, and now we are finally showing our heels." Moon King sighed. "Just don't know what this indeterminate religion is...."
"A sect of Taoism." Bai Songzi said in a deep voice.
"Is it very strong?" Yue Wang was taken aback.
"Very strong." Bai Songzi replied calmly. "However, we can't get into their eyes for the time being. Whether our Moon Palace or Qing Palace are just small troubles for them."
"That's good... that's good...." Lord Yue heaved a sigh of relief.
“…….”
Bai Songzi looked at Yuewang's relieved look, but after all, he still didn't tell what Wudingjiao had sent people to do it.
"It's been freezing here recently, and the weather isn't very good. I've built a house in the south. You might as well move there, King Yue, to recuperate." He suggested again.
"That's fine. Anyway, it's useless for me to stay here alone." Yue Wang smiled helplessly. "I just don't know where Jing'er is now...?" He thought of his only son who left alone that year.
"Your Excellency is naturally safe and sound, we can all feel that." Bai Songzi replied.
"That's good..." Yue Wang didn't dare to think too much, everyone around him left, and now he was the only one left, and two girls Yuan Yuanyuan and Yuan Liuliu were left to take care of him.
Bai Songzi was silent and didn't speak, just bowed slightly, turned and left.
For him, Lu Sheng was the one who gave him a new life, so Lu Sheng's father's family was naturally the place he had to protect.
This is how he has been steadily guarding the Moon Palace for decades.
Originally, he always thought that this kind of life could last for a long, long time. But five years ago, when Wudingjiao really took action, everything changed.
He has worked very hard to prevent the Crane King Cave of the Moon Palace from participating in the battle between the two great dao gates, but the aftermath of the two behemoths fighting is not something that the Moon Palace can bear.
After so many years, the confrontation between Chunqiu Sect and Wudingjiao has escalated one after another, and now it has reached the point where he can't touch it at all.
A while ago, the fourth surrender order of the Wuding Sect arrived again.
No matter what method is used this time, it is estimated that there will be no delay.