#211 - You better live well!

It seemed that my blacklisted number one grandpa's health was not optimistic.

This thought suddenly popped into Wei Changtian's mind.

After the battle at the top of Yanyun Mountain last time, Qin Zhengqiu went into closed-door cultivation for more than a month due to his injuries, and only said that it was a minor injury when asked about his condition.

With Wei Changtian's realm, he was certainly unable to directly see whether Qin Zhengqiu was really okay or was hiding his injuries.

However, Qin Zhengqiu's performance tonight showed that the real situation was most likely the latter.

Perhaps he felt that telling himself would be useless, so he simply didn't tell the truth.

Wei Changtian suddenly remembered the same choices made by many elderly people in his previous life when facing the same situation.

"It doesn't hurt."

"I know what I'm doing, you don't need to worry about me."

"I'm not going to the hospital."

"I'll just bear with it and it will pass."

"I'm not going to treat it."

"..."

Although such a comparison may not be appropriate, Qin Zhengqiu's real thoughts may be different from those of the elderly who "don't seek treatment when they're sick."

But in any case, Wei Changtian was still a little worried.

"Young Master Wei, this is where the Sect Leader usually resides."

Standing outside a detached courtyard, several Tianluo Sect disciples stopped: "Do you need us to go in and report?"

"No need."

Wei Changtian shook his head: "I can go in by myself, you go and take care of the things I told you to do just now."

"Yes."

Several disciples nodded and left, while Wei Changtian stood at the door for a while before stepping into the courtyard.

An old tree, an ancient well, and an Eight Immortals table, besides that, there was nothing else. At first glance, it was quite simple, and it didn't look like the residence of a second-rank expert.

He's quite detached from worldly affairs.

Wei Changtian thought to himself, walked through the small courtyard, and arrived in front of the main room.

Before he could knock on the door, Qin Zhengqiu's voice had already floated over.

"Changtian, come in."

"Yes, Grandpa."

He paused slightly, then pushed the door open and walked into the room.

The decoration in the room was a little better than the small courtyard, but it was still relatively simple.

Qin Zhengqiu was sitting on a wooden chair, looking over with a smile, with a lonely candle lit beside him, the light was a little dim.

"Have you talked to Youjia?"

"Yes, I've talked to her."

Wei Changtian didn't say those polite words, he sat directly next to Qin Zhengqiu, picked up the teapot and prepared to pour tea for the latter.

But at this time, he realized that there was no tea in the pot.

"Grandpa, Youjia will stay in the Tianluo Sect for a while, and I will take her away when the time is right in the future."

While getting up to make tea, he casually said: "I always feel that those evil monks don't seem to be from the Folian Temple."

"It doesn't seem like it, but they are indeed using the Folian Temple's kung fu."

Qin Zhengqiu's hands hidden in his sleeves kept trembling slightly, but his face still had a calm and breezy look.

"Well, I will investigate this matter."

The clear and bright tea was slowly poured into the teacup, Wei Changtian put a cup of tea next to Qin Zhengqiu, and the topic returned to Youjia.

"Grandpa, during this period of time that Youjia is staying in the Tianluo Sect, there is no need to restrain her too much."

"She can do whatever she wants, even if she goes down the mountain, there is no need to stop her."

"Grandpa, be careful."

Wei Changtian added: "Youjia is not rank six, she is rank four."

"Rank four?"

Hearing this, Qin Zhengqiu couldn't help being stunned.

At this time, anyone could hear that there must be another hidden story behind this, but he didn't ask, just nodded solemnly again.

"I know."

"Um."

Wei Changtian drank a sip of tea without showing any signs, then pretended to ask casually:

"Grandpa, why don't you drink tea?"

"Ah? Hahaha, I'll drink it now, I'll drink it now!"

Qin Zhengqiu laughed twice, then tried his best to suppress his trembling hands, gently picked up the teacup and took a sip.

"Not bad! I didn't expect Changtian to have such tea art!"

"..."

I have a damn tea art.

Wei Changtian shook his head, drank the tea in his cup, and then stood up.

"Grandpa, I'll leave Youjia to you."

"I still have to deal with the Liujia family's matter, so I won't stay here any longer, I'll go back to Shuzhou City first."

"Okay, I'll send a few people to escort you back."

Qin Zhengqiu was anxious to heal his injuries, of course, he would not stay any longer, he watched Wei Changtian walk out of the courtyard before breathing a sigh of relief.

Today's fight with Yan Shuyuan, although not as intense as the one with Wu Tianqing that day, made his old injuries relapse again.

In fact, this kind of internal injury is most taboo to use all your strength, but he had no choice but to do so at that time.

Now that his injuries are getting more and more serious, Qin Zhengqiu knows very well that he is at the end of his rope.

If he seals his internal strength from now on and doesn't do anything, he might be able to live for another year and a half.

If he does it a few more times like today, it's hard to say whether he can survive this spring.

Although he is already a second-rank expert standing at the peak of mankind, he is still a "human" after all. No matter how high his cultivation is, he cannot resist the natural laws of birth, old age, sickness and death.

Of course, Qin Zhengqiu has tried various ways to heal his injuries, but all of them ended in failure.

Perhaps the only thing that can save him now are those legendary elixirs.

It's just that these elixirs are hard to find, and it's not like you can find them just because you have the strength.

Shaking his head, he tremblingly raised the teacup and slowly drank the tea that Wei Changtian had personally made, sip by sip.

Qin Zhengqiu was just about to continue to return to the room to meditate and adjust his qi and blood, but a voice suddenly came from outside the door.

"Sect Leader, this disciple has something to ask for!"

"Come in!"

Looking at an inner disciple who pushed the door in, Qin Zhengqiu casually asked: "Changtian has already left?"

"Yes!"

"Well, then why are you here to find me?"

"Reporting to the Sect Leader! Young Master Wei left something behind, saying it was for you!"

"Something?"

Qin Zhengqiu was stunned, and reached out to take a small wooden box from the disciple's hand, wondering why Wei Changtian didn't take this thing out just now.

But the moment he opened the wooden box, he immediately understood why Wei Changtian had to "go to the trouble."

"Yun, mica ganoderma?"

Qin Zhengqiu stood up with a whoosh, not knowing whether it was excitement or injury, the hand holding the box trembled violently.

The disciple standing opposite him didn't recognize mica ganoderma, and didn't know why Qin Zhengqiu was so excited, so he asked in a low voice:

"Sect Leader, are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

Qin Zhengqiu slowly recovered, stabilized his emotions, and asked again: "Did Changtian say anything else?"

"Oh, Young Master Wei also said..." This disciple glanced at Qin Zhengqiu secretly, as if he was a little hesitant.

"Answer truthfully!"

"Yes! Young Master Wei also said that he doesn't want to take over the Tianluo Sect so early, so Sect Leader, you should live well!"

"..."

Qin Zhengqiu stared blankly with his mouth wide open, and then a burst of hearty laughter passed through the roof and merged into the boundless night.

"Hahaha, good!"

"Then I will live a few more years!"