Chapter 680: Chapter 19: A Thousand Woods Flourish Before the Sick Tree_3
Because Wang Daode had actually begun to make a desperate move, diverting the qi mechanism of Bell Mountain and…. for Mo Yan to refine the Longevity Fire.
He couldn’t help but care about it.
“Whether it’s the great path or a diverging path,” Wang Daode whispered, seemingly to soothe Zhao Yuding and perhaps to comfort himself, “one only knows after walking down it a little.”
“This Candle Dragon Hall, it was the foundation laid down by my uncle’s father, and the Taoist Sect, was also the last wish of Ancestor Wang Puxian.
Since my uncle had decided to gamble it all, I, as an ‘outsider,’ naturally shouldn’t say much. Oh well!” Zhao Yuding gave a bitter smile, a flick of his sleeve, and with a trace of thin anger, left with heavy thoughts.
After Zhao Yuding left, the scruffy Taoist remained motionless, lost in thought for a long time, finally turning his gaze toward the few citrus trees he had been tending to.
It was visible that beneath the originally shriveled leaves of the tree, there were now numerous tender new shoots sprouting.
Although it wasn’t very obvious or vigorous, it was a pleasing green, full of life.
“Old trees sprout new buds,” the old Taoist’s eyes were full of sorrow, “Father… your son has failed you, having tended to these few citrus trees for a lifetime, I don’t know if there will ever be a day they bear fruit.”
In front of him at that moment, scenes from his childhood flashed by.
“Dad, why do these citrus trees never bear fruit?”
“Dad, I’ve been working hard on my studies lately, my Cultivation Technique has reached the fifth level, the elders all praise me, won’t you spend some time with me today….”
“Dad, why are you always with these citrus trees and never have time for me?
Am I really your son, or are these citrus trees your sons?”
In the twilight, the silhouette of the scruffy Taoist was desolate, his hair and beard unkempt.
As a child, he was always unhappy that his father had time to tend to these citrus trees but never for him.
Back then, he wished he could secretly cut down the trees.
It wasn’t until the day his father died, the Taoist Master of Candle Dragon who was nearly divine in the eyes of the world, who simply held his hand, sighed softly, and said, “Dad is sorry.”
Then, there were no more instructions.
It was after that day, he learnt that the citrus trees his father cared about were planted on the spiritual veins of Candle Dragon Hall.
As Candle Dragon thrived, so did the trees.
As Candle Dragon declined, the trees withered.
The day the old tree bore fruit would be the day Candle Dragon ascended to the Taoist Sect.
Since then, he continued by himself, day after day, like his father, started to tend to the citrus trees that his father had devoted most of his life to.
But after his father’s death, no matter how carefully he cared for them, the condition of the citrus trees deteriorated day by day.
The leaves of the citrus tree began to shrivel one by one until a few years ago, when they caught some incurable disease, they were nearly dead.
He sat sleeplessly in front of the citrus trees for years, exhausted.
Until that day, when a youth named Mo Yan joined the sect, under the dry, old leaves of one of the citrus trees, suddenly sprouted a new shoot.
“Why him?” Wang Daode repeated Zhao Yuding’s query earlier, muttering to himself, “I don’t know either…. after all, the providence is unpredictable.”
“But now, I think I know a little,” Wang Daode carefully caressed the newly sprouted bud, as if it were his most precious treasure.
“Lu Qingshan,” Wang Daode uttered this name, looking at the tree full of new shoots, murmuring, “Is it him…?”
Mo Yan was only on one trip out of the sect with the Sword Cultivator named Lu Qingshan and was already….
Myriad sails pass by the shipwreck, in the presence of a sick tree, spring comes to thousands of woods.