Chapter 3 03. Father and son chatting and Shota
Luo Yihang was puzzled. Although his father was a bit taciturn, he was not that dull. He had to make small talk and asked, "Grandpa, is grandma okay? Let's go see her later. I brought two bottles of wine for you."

"Don't go." Luo Cheng was a little distracted, and his voice was wooden when he answered.

"What?" Luo Yihang was surprised. What happened? A conflict? Grandpa won't let me go?
Weren't you fine when you came back from the Spring Festival in January?

Then Luo Cheng said, "Your grandparents are still at your third uncle's house. They need to stay for a few more days to pick up Qiqi from school."

... startled,
"Oh, you haven't come back yet."

Luo Yihang turned his head to look at his father, wondering what was going on. He hadn't seen him for more than two months, so how come he had developed the habit of panting heavily when talking?

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that Luo Cheng's facial expression was not right. His brows were frowned and relaxed, his molars clenched and unclenched, as if he was doing some kind of psychological preparation.

There was another silence.

Luo Cheng seemed to have finished his psychological preparation, and pretended not to care and asked, "Hang, are you coming back for vacation or something? How long will you stay at home?"

Luo Yihang understood. He had to admit that his father’s acting was really bad.

I wanted to ask this yesterday. It’s not a festival, but my son who was away suddenly came back without saying a word. As parents, I must have been worried.

So Luo Yihang said directly, "I won't leave this time. I will stay at home and farm with you. I won't work anymore."

"What!" Luo Cheng suddenly raised his voice, was startled for a moment, and then lowered it again, "Why don't you do it? Farming is hard, you can't do it."

Of course he couldn't tell the truth, but he had already prepared an excuse. Luo Yihang said, "I quit my job and came back to start a business. Not only farming, but rural self-media is very popular recently, and I plan to do that."

"Is that the thing your mother watches every day, Doudou?" Luo Cheng asked with a frown.

"Almost. It's not just shaking. Don't worry. It's a serious career."

Luo Cheng was silent for a long time, then murmured, "I don't understand. You're an adult now, so it's up to you."

Sometimes, parents don’t need to know their children’s exact plans. They don’t understand, don’t want to, or don’t dare to get too involved.

They just want an answer, just the answer itself.

Then they give what they can...

After the serious talk, the relationship between the father and son returned to normal, and they chatted casually about family matters.

It seems that Luo Cheng just wanted to find out the news and decide how to tell his son specifically. After he goes back and tells Zhang Guiqin, he will let the child's mother make the decision.

Then Luo Yihang learned that his father Luo Cheng had finally developed a hobby since last year and had become a middle-aged fisherman, but fishing was fake and he was really seeking quiet time because his mother Zhang Guiqin was becoming more and more nagging...

Walking and stopping, the two people and the cat went up along the old road for more than three miles, climbed up the hillside, and turned into a valley.

There are more and bigger mountains further ahead, and this valley is more like a platform surrounded by several mountains.

So the villagers generally call this place "the stage".

In fact, this is the real Ping'an Valley.

In the past, when there were bandits and warlords, the nearby villagers all ran here to hide.

Because this place is quite remote and there is only one road leading to it, the opening is blocked and the bandits cannot get in.

Later, some people stayed and refused to leave, such as Luo Yihang's ancestors.

There are large tracts of cultivated and abandoned farmland in the valley, and on the right there is a small river flowing out of the mountain and all the way down the mountain.

Some of these farmlands belong to Luo Yihang.

There is also an area of ​​land on the outer circle of hills that belongs to Luo Yihang’s family.

This hilltop is almost a wild mountain, with only some ginkgo trees planted in an area at the bottom. The upper part is basically untouched, and is entirely wild forest.

Luo Yihang's target this morning was the wild forest on the top of his own mountain.

……

Following the opening into the valley, Luo Cheng continued forward and then turned right to the riverside to set up his fishing rod and hide away.

Luo Yihang called Ding Xiaoman, and they turned left and continued up along another narrower mountain road.

After walking for a while, about one or two kilometers, the altitude had reached 1000 meters.

The flat land in the city below is only 500 meters above sea level, and Ping'angou village is almost 800 meters above sea level. 1000 meters is really not high.

At this altitude, plants unique to the Qinling Mountains begin to increase gradually.

There are clumps of oaks, poplars, pine trees, red birches and the like. Occasionally you can see a fir tree that has sneaked down and stood alone among a bunch of birch trees, disrupting their formation. Fir trees are ranked second in the country and have a high status, so the wild birch trees dare not say anything.

Ding Xiaoman was very happy. He climbed up the tree and jumped on the branches. Luo Yihang shouted, "Don't catch birds or animals." Then he ignored it.

There are many wild animals on this mountain, some of which are national second and national first level. If one is hurt, you will have to eat government food.

Ding Xiaoman is a cat that has been in the world of immortals. Although he has no intelligence and cannot speak, he is much smarter than ordinary animals and can understand simple words.

Luo Yihang went up the mountain this time to find a tree.

The species is not important, what is important is the vitality, or the efficiency of absorbing spiritual energy? Qualification? The hope of becoming a spirit?

Anyway, it’s a very mysterious quality.

Luo Yihang mobilized his spiritual energy, activated his dual spiritual roots of earth and wood, and felt it carefully in the forest.

The spiritual energy circulated in his blocked tendons and veins, and every 10% of it was wasted, which made him sob with pain.

You know, the little spiritual energy Luo Yihang has now was brought back from the world of immortal cultivation, and it cannot be replenished on Earth for the time being, so the more you use it, the less it will be.

But there is no other way. This is the starting point of new practice and I have to use it when necessary.

"What a beautiful hemlock tree! Look at the bumps on the bark, the long, strip-like leaves, and the tall tree. Let me take a look...Pah, it's nothing."

"What a beautiful poplar tree! Look at its thin neck, its straightness, and its white bark. Let me take a look...Pah, it's nothing."

"What a beautiful fir tree! I...can't look at this."

Luo Yihang is like an LSP, touching one tree after another.

There is no other way. A person who has reached the third stage of Qi training cannot let the spiritual energy leave the body on Earth. He can only use touch.

I look at one that I like but it’s not the right one, and I look at another that I like but it’s not the right one. One third of my spiritual energy has been used up, and there’s not a single suitable tree left.

The first step to re-cultivate immortality actually depends on luck.

Luo Yihang thought he was lucky because the trees he chose were all tall, mighty and old, and looked very strong and vigorous.

But I didn't expect that every one of them was not suitable.

What if, let’s just say what if, all the spiritual energy is used up and we still haven’t found it, then we’re doomed.

Do I have to go out to work and save money, and then use my pension when I’m sixty to buy seven pieces of mutton-fat white jade?

《Beginning to Cultivate Immortality after the Age of Sixty》

It’s not impossible... Bah, definitely not!
Or change your thinking?

Luo Yihang gritted his teeth, stamped his feet, and stretched out his evil hands toward a young Chinese pine tree.

It is no more than three meters tall, with tiny cracks just appearing on the reddish-brown bark. The small branches are wrinkled and pink, and the pointed leaf needles are short, soft, and still a tender green.

It looks just like a young pine tree.

As a result, it happened.

A mysterious feeling came over Luo Yihang's heart. It was hard to describe the feeling, and it couldn't be put into words. It was just a feeling that this was the right tree.

After all, Luo Yihang had only been in the world of immortal cultivation for more than four months, and he knew most of the things he had learned but didn't know why, so he couldn't explain it clearly.

But it doesn’t matter, as long as you find it.

Unexpectedly, the big tree was not chosen, but the talented young man among the pine tree was chosen.

It’s a pity that you met me. Just treat it as an indispensable hardship in the life of a tree. How can you see the rainbow without going through wind and rain?

"Jie Jie Jie Jie!"

Luo Yihang laughed strangely, but no one could hear him in the wilderness.

He pulled out the hatchet, raised it and chopped off a branch that was more than one meter long and as thick as his arm.

The young pine tree only has two thick branches, and now it has one arm.

Fortunately, Luo Yihang was not a bad person. He knew how to squeeze out a little bit of spiritual energy and apply it on the broken stubble. It was really just a little bit. After all, he was not rich.

As for what effect this little spiritual energy can have, I can only say that it is better than nothing.

If the roots are not cut off, leave it and let it grow slowly. Maybe it will be useful in the future.

(End of this chapter)