Chapter 731: Living Towards Death

The Qin family's mansion does not occupy a large area, but except for the four buildings inside, most of the area from the gate is occupied by a garden full of plants.

There are lush green vegetable gardens, grasslands where cattle and sheep are led, and clear artificially dug streams.

These landscapes make the Qin family's mansion look not like a big family, but like a park.

Fang Yu, led by a servant, walked forward unhurriedly.

Although I haven't been here for many years, the Qin family mansion has not changed much.

Fang Yu glanced at the vegetable gardens and grass on both sides, and the image of Qin Wudao when he was young emerged in his mind.

Back then, Qin Wudao was abandoned by his family and was only ten years old.

He stood begging on the street, his stubborn but forced face to accept the reality, which is still fresh in my memory.

Only, Fang Yu took Qin Wudao away and lived with him for nearly ten years.

In Fang Yu's mind, Qin Wudao had a very similar personality to his.

But it is a pity that Qin Wudao has no spiritual roots... which is to say, no cultivation talent as the saying goes.

People without spiritual roots are not necessarily unable to practice, but the difficulty of practicing is definitely a hundred times more difficult than for others, and hard work may not necessarily yield results.

Therefore, Qin Wudao himself had no intention to embark on the path of cultivation.

In those ten years, Fang Yu taught Qin Wudao some principles of life and wisdom in dealing with things.

Ten years passed by in a hurry.

When he was twenty years old, Fang Yu sent Qin Wudao back to the capital and let him do what he wanted to do.

Later, Qin Wudao returned to the Qin family, punished those who made him an outcast, and successfully took power, reversing the Qin family's declining trend and rising again.

Today, the Qin family is firmly at the top of the secular world in Beidu.

This is the ultimate that Qin Wudao, as a mortal who cannot practice, can achieve.

"Mr. Fang, the master... is on the second floor of this house." The servant bowed and said.

Fang Yu raised his head and glanced at the building in front of him. It was a small two-story house with an extremely simple appearance.

Fang Yu stepped in.

There was no one on the first floor, so Fang Yu walked directly up the stairs to the second floor.

Ahead is a living room, with two people standing in the living room.

One was Qin Lang, who had just called Fang Yu, and the other was Qin Yimo, whom he had not seen for a long time.

Qin Yimo was wiping tears, but Qin Lang saw Fang Yu at a glance.

"Mr. Fang!" Qin Lang walked forward quickly, his eyes red.

"Where is grandpa?" Fang Yu asked.

"He's on the balcony...he doesn't want to see anyone except him." Qin Lang's eyes were wet and he said, "We can stay here only after we begged him several times before he agreed..."

"Well, I'll go see him. Let's wait downstairs." Fang Yu said.

"...Okay." Qin Lang nodded and turned to look at Qin Yimo.

Qin Yimo's eyes were red and swollen. He glanced at Fang Yu, shook his head, and whispered in a tearful tone: "I want to wait here! If grandpa wants to see me later..."

"Go down first. If he wants to see him, I will let him know." Fang Yu said.

Qin Yimo bit her red lips, wiped the tears from her eyes, took a deep breath, nodded, and then went downstairs with Qin Lang.

Fang Yu looked at the balcony in front of him and walked forward.

When they came to the balcony, they could see Qin Wudao lying half on an easy chair, looking at the scene outside the balcony with dull eyes.

His face was wrinkled, skinny and old.

Qin Wudao in Fang Yu's memory still stayed at the time when Qin Yimo was one year old twenty-four years ago.

Qin Wudao was in his early sixties at that time, which was considered relatively old among ordinary people.

But at that time, there was no trace of age on his face.

Now twenty-four years have passed, but Qin Wudao can't even see a trace of anger on his face.

This change surprised Fang Yu.

"Finally here."

Qin Wudao turned his head slightly, looked at Fang Yu, pulled his wrinkled face, and revealed a smile.

"I said I would meet him before my life span runs out, and I will never break my promise." Fang Yu said.

"Fortunately, I can still hold on until I get here." Qin Wudao's voice was extremely hoarse.

"It didn't take me long to get here. It only took me about three seconds." Fang Yu said, raised his right hand and said, "Did you see the ring on my finger? This is called the ethereal ring. I embedded it in it. A teleportation spell can move thousands of kilometers in a short time.”

"Haha... I'm almost dead, and you're poking at the sore spot that I can't practice." Qin Wudao laughed.

"I didn't mean it." Fang Yu also smiled and said.

Qin Wudao laughed twice and coughed violently.

"I remember that when he called me in the first half of the year, he was very angry. It's only been half a year, why did it suddenly happen like this?" Fang Yu asked.

Qin Wudao shook his head, glanced at Fang Yu, and said, "It may not be understandable... but for mortals, growing old is only a matter of seconds."

"I really didn't expect it," Fang Yu said, "I taught a set of physical exercises before. If I did it well, I expected to live to be at least ninety-five years old. But I'm only over eighty this year, right?"

"I have been unable to do that exercise method since five years ago." Qin Wudao said, "Those movements in it are a bit difficult for my old bones."

"That's the problem." Fang Yu said, "I should have persisted."

"Ahem... it's almost over. I've lived for eighty-seven years. It's almost over." Qin Wudao said, "Living towards death, living too long will only increase the pain. This is the truth that I learned."

"That's relative." Fang Yu said, "For me who has lived for thousands of years, longevity is indeed a painful thing. But this kind of eighty-plus years, extended to more than a hundred years, can only be regarded as longevity, a blessing."

Qin Wudao smiled, did not speak, and looked at the scenery in front.

Fang Yu also looked forward.

In this direction, you can see mountains one after another.

It was evening at this time, the sun was slowly setting, and the clouds in the sky were red.

"Don't you really want to live a few more years?" Fang Yu looked at the clouds in the sky and asked.

"I don't want to... If the Qin family hadn't grown up enough outstanding people at the time, I would have followed Qinglian forty years ago." Qin Wudao's face was withered, but his eyes were still clear and bright.

At this time, his eyes showed a look of reminiscence.

The beautiful figure in his memory has been waving to him.

This time, he didn't want to, and couldn't, let the other party down again.

"I've already made the will. I will pass the position of the head of the family to Yi Mo." Qin Wudao said, "The Qin family is still in a precarious situation. If you are willing, please help Yi Mo."

At this point, Qin Wudao coughed violently.

"Don't worry, I knew what I was thinking when I sent Qin Yi Mo to Jiangnan to see me." Fang Yu smiled faintly and said, "I will definitely help Qin Yi Mo."

"My efforts over the years are not enough. The enemies of the Qin family have not been eliminated, and there are problems within the family... This is what I am most worried about." Qin Wudao tried to turn his head and look at Fang Yu.

"Since I promised to help Qin Yi Mo, I will naturally eliminate these enemies together." Fang Yu said.

"These things should not be troublesome anymore." After Fang Yu agreed, Qin Wudao breathed a sigh of relief and his voice became much lower, "It's a pity that my energy has been exhausted."

"People's energy is limited, so there is no need to blame yourself for this." Fang Yu said.

Qin Wudao half-closed his eyes, and seemed to be exhausted to the extreme, about to fall asleep.

But at this moment, he seemed to remember something, turned his head to look at Fang Yu, and asked: "Can people really go to another place after they die?"

"Of course, as long as the fate is there, I will definitely meet Qinglian." Fang Yu replied.

"That's good." Qin Wudao turned his head and looked at the sunset gradually falling behind the hillside in the distance, and said slowly, "Thank you, Brother Fang, goodbye."

The name of Brother Fang made Fang Yu feel that Qin Wudao had returned to his youth.

But the next second, Qin Wudao's vitality completely dissipated, but it made Fang Yu come back to his senses.

Qin Wudao closed his eyes, and a faint smile appeared on his face, as if he was just asleep temporarily.

"I hope I can really see Qinglian." Fang Yu patted Qin Wudao's shoulder and turned to leave the balcony.