672: Chapter 235: The Departed’s Gift [Request for Monthly Ticket]_3 672: Chapter 235: The Departed’s Gift [Request for Monthly Ticket]_3 “Just two and a half years left,” Li Ping’an placed the fine liquor on the table, smiling, “Let’s have a drink together, I’ll keep you company.”
“Whoa, back in our hometown, you used to criticize me for drinking, and now you want to drink with your old man?
Li Dazhi shuffled in his cloth shoes, draped in a long robe, cleared his throat twice and sat down at the table.
“You’ve got alcohol but no dishes here.”
“Who says there are no dishes,” Li Ping’an pulled out several cold plates from his sleeve.
“Looks like you’ve come prepared,” Li Dazhi squinted his eyes and smiled, “What, were you afraid your dad would burst into tears, so you specially came to soothe him?
There’s really no need, after all, your dad is now a high-grade Heavenly Immortal, leader of a great sect, how could I do something so unseemly?”
Li Ping’an opened the pot of wine and handed it to his father.
Li Dazhi smirked, took a sip of the fine wine, picked up two peanuts, and exclaimed:
“Indeed, it’s good liquor.”
Li Dazhi’s eyes reddened, and with a trembling voice holding the pot, he said:
“Really, really, Ping’an, I’ve never met anyone as good as your grandmaster.”
“He expects nothing from you, only wants you to learn all of his abilities and pass them on, to let people know he was here.”
“Your grandmaster’s only wish…
was to have his name left on the wall of meritorious warriors and martyrs…
and I’ve taken care of it!
If the Human Emperor won’t allow it, I’ll make a separate wall just for him!”
After another moment.
Li Dazhi looked up to the sky and let out a long sigh, hot tears rolling down:
“I only had this one, this one master, I treated him like my father…
At first I even thought of deceiving and coaxing him, I’m really not human!
Don’t beat yourself up!”
“I’m fine, I just hate that it’s only been this half a year.”
Li Dazhi upturned his head and took a big gulp of liquor, tossed the third empty pot aside, and picked up the fourth.
“Your grandmaster was such a good person!”
“Yeah,” Li Ping’an said, “Dad, it’s okay to let out your feelings, but don’t hurt yourself.”
Li Dazhi took a breath to calm himself, raised his hand and took an Elixir Pill, his eyes quickly regaining their clarity.
“Your timing is just right, I’ve put together some tutorials these past six months, and today I’ll teach them to you and Heavenly Dao.
“Sit tight, my Primordial Spirit will leave my body and enter your spiritual platform.
Just relax your mind, I’ve practiced this many times with them.”
Li Ping’an turned his head to look at a corner where there was a blurry, transparent bubble.
“Dad, how about we do the teaching another day, today doesn’t seem to be the…
The Heavenly Master arrives!”
Li Dazhi’s brow released a beam of light, transforming into a three-inch tall plump mini Daoist, who directly burrowed into Li Ping’an’s chest.
Li Ping’an suddenly felt the location of his spiritual platform, and with a thought, he rapidly sank into his Primordial Spirit.
The Primordial Spirit felt as if turned to stone, giving Li Ping’an a sense of stiffness, of being restrained, but he could still barely move.
Li Dazhi’s Primordial Spirit looked all around, then suddenly uttered a light “eh,” pointing at the deep blue sky above.
“Where’s Heavenly Dao?”
Li Ping’an’s Primordial Spirit said with some difficulty:
“These are my insights into the Path of Clouds…
“Then I’ll go up and have a look!”
Li Dazhi’s Primordial Spirit leapt toward the sky.
Li Ping’an’s Primordial Spirit, as if under the effect of ’16x slow motion, slowly ascended, struggling to push through the clouds.
Next to the father and son, the transparent bubble drifted closer.
The Guiling Holy Mother pinched her polished little chin, pondered for a moment, and her large eyes blinked with a mischievous glint.
Even though doing this was a bit improper;
She was just too curious!
She would just have a little peek, see what this father and son were up to.
They definitely wouldn’t notice her, a Daluo Golden Immortal.
The Guiling Holy Mother’s figure flashed, transforming into a speck of light, and darted into Li Ping’an’s chest.
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