after giving xuan long medicine, ah zhi returned to the celestial realm, after all, he had grown up and would no longer pestered his parents to hold like when he was a child.
it was just that xuan long was so badly injured, ah zhi was really relieved in his heart, and when he returned to the celestial realm, he went straight to the medical immortal hall and asked the most powerful medical god to teach him the art of healing.
he was already talented and intelligent, and at a young age, he was already several times older than him, and the future was immeasurable, and the gods who were not majoring in healing could not penetrate this simple healing technique for ten thousand years, ah zhi half-pillar incense kung fu was mastered, and the head of the healing god, ling yue, was eager to accept him as an apprentice on the spot, but unfortunately, ah zhi, as the prince of the celestial realm, would inherit the throne of the emperor in the future, and he could not spend time here.
the healing technique that ah zhi learned was called "breaking the meteorite", and if you really want to elaborate, this technique is only a superficial thing in the orthodox healing technique, but it is more than enough to treat the trauma caused by intermediate monsters.
ah zhi thanked ling yue and rushed back to the mortal world.
one day in heaven and one year on earth, although they hurried and hurried, when they arrived in the mortal world, three or four days passed, and the secretive night caged the small courtyard without sound.
at this time, it was late at night, the lights in the courtyard were not lit, for mortals, they could not see the five fingers, but they did not hinder the action of the gods, ah zhi shrunk into inches, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared at the door of the bedroom on the second floor, raised his hand and gently knocked on the door, asking xuan long if he was resting.
no one responded.
ah zhi clearly sensed that xuan long's breath was inside the room, and after not getting a response three times in a row, he went straight through the door.
the structure of the bedroom is similar to the dining room downstairs, the room is not large, there is a bed facing the door against the wall, xuan long is dressed in white blasphemous clothes, quietly lying flat on the bed, with his hands on his abdomen, and he does not even have a bed quilt on his body.
not far away, a small half-cut white candle was lit on the round table, and the candle flame moved slightly with the arrival of ah zhi, flickering on and off.
ah zhi's intuition was not right, and he quickly approached, and found that xuan long's face was even paler than when he left after taking medicine for him, his lips were dry and cracked, and his breath was weak as if he was going to die.
although he knew that god was not so easy to die, he still felt a contraction in his heart, and the person also lost his measure, and at first he gently summoned xuan long according to the panic, and saw that xuan long did not react for a long time, and squeezed xuan long's shoulder and gradually shook without weight.
"mother-in-law... mother, you wake up... don't scare me..."
xuan long felt very noisy, he tried to open his heavy eyes, and saw that the mouths of the people above were constantly moving, but he couldn't hear the sound clearly, and his eyes focused on ah zhi's face for a while.
when ah zhi saw that he was awake, he suddenly let go of his strength, and his eyes were red.
i was about to speak, but i saw xuan long muttering to himself.
"here you come..."
ah zhi: "well, i learned the "broken meteor" with the lingyue shang to heal your wounds." "
"how can you be so sick and your forehead so hot... after all this, don't you know how to call a medical immortal to cure it? if i don't come, are you ready to die here alive? "
ah zhi was angry and distressed, raised his hand, a silver basin appeared on the edge of the bed, he picked up the cotton white cloth in the silver basin, twisted off the excess water and stacked it into a rectangle, and gently covered xuan long's forehead.
xuan long struggled to raise his hand, grasped the hand that had time to leave in the future, and affectionately pressed it to his face, saying dumbly, "you have been for a long time... never dreamed of mine..."
ah zhi was stunned, intuitively feeling that xuan long had recognized the wrong person, and seeing his unwilling appearance, he could not ruthlessly shatter his dream, so he was silent.
"ah yi..." xuan long pressed his hand, tears suddenly came out of the corners of his eyes, his face was not wearing a mask, and the scar left by the karmic fire on his right side of his face was attached to the back of ah zhi's hand, and the uneven touch made ah zhi feel very uncomfortable in his heart.
"......"
"i miss you..." xuan long said lowly.
the person in front of him never replied to him.
xuan long was already used to it, even if yan iris entered his dreams, most of them would just look at him and talk to him differently, so he would be so obedient when the yan iris who became a demon opened his mouth to him.
"i'm now... chicken soup has been copied by hand... well done..."
"than the boss at the scribe's stall... well done..."
"when will you come back... i'll make it for you to eat... good or bad..."
"a hundred thousand years, a million years ... ten thousand years... i can wait..."
"come back..."
no one knows what it's like to wait for someone who will never come back.
at least they no longer expected yan yi to return, and everyone accepted this cruel reality, the spirit god king had yan jing shang shen, ah zhi had a grandfather and grandmother, they accompanied each other, and as time passed, they gradually walked out of the pain of losing their loved ones, only xuan long still stubbornly stood where he was, refusing to move forward.
after ah zhi became an adult, he was finally willing to listen carefully to the past of xuan long and yan yi, and he finally understood what kind of pain yan yi's departure was for xuan long, but it was the first time that he intuitively felt this pain and despair.
god's life is too long, and living like this is actually far more painful than dying.
being injured by such a monster should not have been so seriously ill, but xuan long's divine body was reshaped, and he had once blocked the heavenly punishment for yan yi, and his soul had not healed, plus the large and small injuries he had suffered for more than 100,000 years had not been seriously healed, and as the days went on, it became more and more bad.
xuan long quickly passed out again, and ah zhi carefully withdrew his hand from his hand, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes for him, and whispered:
"don't cry... you will have me in the future, and i will come to see you often. "
"if only you had moved back to the celestial realm, so that you could see me every day and wouldn't feel lonely..."
the next day, when xuan long woke up, he found that the wound that had been worsening in his chest had completely healed, and it was already three rods outside, so he got dressed and went downstairs.
ah zhi was walking out of the dining room with a bowl and looked up to see him with a happy face.
"mother, are you awake?" i made a red date lotus seed soup, you come to taste it or not. "
ah zhi was wrapped around a gray apron that he didn't know where to find, and his white face was stained with ash, like a flower cat, and looked a little silly.
xuan long woke up and smelled ah zhi's breath in the bedroom, knowing that he had come, and he was not surprised to see ah zhi, but he saw that the soup in his hand was a bit out of his mind.
ah zhi summoned him several times before xuan long reacted, took the bowl, and murmured, "ah zhi did..."
"yes."
the red jujube lotus seed soup looked very good, xuan long picked up the spoon and ate it, unexpectedly, the entrance was slightly bitter, there was a mushy smell, but the heart was very warm.
"is it delicious?" ah zhi looked at him without blinking.
"delicious." xuanlong bent his lips.
"then you eat more, replenish your qi and blood, and there is still it in the pot."
"okay."
the two sat down at the stone table in the courtyard, xuan long slowly ate the red jujube lotus seed soup clean, ah zhi watched him eat, when he finished eating and asked him if he wanted it, xuan long said that he still wanted it, ah zhi picked up the bowl and went to fill a bowl, adding a total of two times.
ah zhi saw that he had eaten several bowls, and when he served the third bowl, he couldn't help but fill a bowl for himself, and brought it to the table to eat with xuan long, and as a result, he just took a sip and spit it out, frowning: "it's all paste!" "
"don't eat it, don't eat it..." he reached out and grabbed xuan long's bowl. paste and drink so much, will not be poisoned..."
xuan long: "no problem." "
ah zhi wanted to reprimand xuan long for not caring for his body, but he also thought that this was made to him by the children he had not seen for more than 100,000 years, and even if he added poison, xuan long would eat it without changing his color, so he couldn't bear to open his mouth, turning into his own sullenness, how could he not even cook a soup.
xuan long looked at him sullenly and said, "i think it's good... thank you..."
ah zhi looked up, his brow tightened even tighter: "what do you say thank you for... treat me like an outsider? "
xuan long's throat moved slightly, "no... it's just, i feel happy. "
ah zhi snorted and smiled, "then you have to get used to it, and there will be a lot of this joy in the future." "
in the afternoon, ah zhi offered to ask xuan long to move back to the celestial realm, but xuan long refused on the grounds of habit, and if he left, the iris in the courtyard would be left unattended.
although ah zhi was not very happy, he still respected xuan long's wishes, and when he left, he said that he would come back to see him next time.
it had only been ten days since the celestial realm, and ten years had passed on the earth, and ah zhi was a prince with a heavy burden, and he always didn't have so much time to come down to see xuan long.
most of the time xuan long was still alone, alone, and his life was no different from before, except that sometimes after getting rid of evil spirits in the mortal world, he encountered fresh food in the street on the way back, and would buy some to go to the celestial realm to give to ah zhi.
he still missed that person, and when he was quiet in the middle of the night and dreamed back in the middle of the night, every time he was seriously injured, an untimely thought would come to his mind: if he fell asleep, he would not have to wake up again.
one day a hundred years later, xuan long returned from the mortal world and found that there was a bowl of fish soup on the table in the dining room, and there were traces of being used on the stove, but there was no breath left in the house...