The Immortal Spiritual Picture

Fang Yurong didn't use any strength at all during these two attempts, not even his internal strength.

Gu Changhuan smiled and continued fishing after watching his parents' fight.

However, Gu Shan's luck today was really bad. The next fish still had no intention of biting his hook.

Gu Changhuan looked at the jade slip and tapped his finger lightly.

In a world that ordinary mortals can't see, a little bit of spiritual energy gathered on Gu Shan's bait.

Spiritual energy is still very attractive to ordinary animals. As soon as the spiritual energy condensed on the bait, a fish bit the hook.

It was still a big fish.

Gu Shan held the fish and showed off to Fang Yurong for a long time.

Fang Yurong rolled her eyes at him.

Gu Shan quickly put down the fish,

"Don't do this, don't do this, you won't look good like this."

Fang Yurong looked at Gu Shan, whose face was full of wrinkles, curled her lips, and pointed at the water surface

"Look at yourself first!"

Gu Shan was speechless for a while.

He was a few years older than Fang Yurong!

Gu Changhuan smiled slightly.

Gu Shan glanced at his good-looking son and straightened his back instantly.

"When I was young, I looked no worse than our youngest son!

Huan'er's appearance is completely inherited from me!"

He argued.

Fang Yurong did not continue to bicker with him, but just caught another fish and raised her eyebrows at her husband.

Gu Shan was speechless for a moment.

The couple fished for most of the day, but Gu Shan only caught two.

Fang Yurong had seven fish in her fish basket.

Gu Shan was so angry that he was coaxed by his great-grandchildren for a long time before he was happy.

For dinner, of course, we had fish.

The chef used these fish to make a full fish feast. Gu's father, Gu's mother, and Gu Changhuan's two brothers all had the full fish feast.

Naturally, Chi Jin and the twins were also indispensable.

The table was bustling with activity.

The twins are good at making people happy. They praised the fish as if it was nothing special, which made the two old people's appetites better.

Late at night, Gu Changhuan was sitting in his room drawing something, and suddenly he put down his pen and rushed out. m.

The night watchman didn't understand what happened. There was a gust of wind blowing in front of him. When he looked again, the door of Gu Shan's room was wide open.

He thought he was robbed, but after chasing him in, he found that it was Gu Changhuan who suddenly broke into Gu Shan's room.

Gu Changhuan knelt in front of the bed, holding his mother Fang Yurong's hand tightly.

The old man's hands were dry and thin, and slightly cold.

Gu Shan half hugged Fang Yurong, although sad, but also somewhat calm.

Fang Yurong felt a little cold around her, but her eyes were bright.

She looked at her youngest son, smiled, and touched Gu Changhuan's black hair.

"Okay, you are already old, what's the point of shedding tears?"

Gu Changhuan felt like a lump in his throat, and couldn't speak for a while.

Bean-sized tears fell on his clothes, and his true energy was injected into Fang Yurong's body.

Fang Yurong was very sober. She was not sick, but her time was up. No matter how wonderful the method of cultivating immortals was, it could not stop the King of Hell from calling her soul.

"I have nothing to worry about. The child has grown up and has his own world.

With the care of you and your father, our entire Gu family has never had a hard time.

But, if your eldest brother has a child with spiritual roots in the future, I still hope you will take care of him more."

She said with a smile, her eyes were on her son and husband.

The two most important people in her life are here.

Gu Changhuan nodded, wiped her tears, and then raised her head suddenly, but what she saw was Fang Yurong's peaceful smile.

Gu Changhuan let go of his mother's hand, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed.

"Huan'er knows, and will never go against mother's teachings."

Gu Shan held Fang Yurong, who had already died in his arms, looked at Gu Changhuan, and said:

"What your mother said is what father wants to say to you;

But, although father also wants you to take care of the family, father and mother still value you the most.

We are blessed to have you as a child in this life, and we only hope that you can become a real immortal in the future."

At this point, Gu Shan looked at Fang Yurong with silver hair and smiled slightly,

"When the time comes, don't forget to tell us two old guys."

Gu Changhuan knelt on the ground, almost daring not to raise his head.

When Gu Feng and Gu Nian arrived, Gu Shan and his wife were already lying peacefully on the bed.

The two old men in their eighties and nineties with white hair cried like children.

Gu Changhuan, on the other hand, had stopped crying despite the grief in his eyes.

Gu Shan and Fang Yurong's funeral was a grand affair.

Many members of the Gu family came to pay their respects, and most of Yuqing Town was in mourning.

Gu Wanhao was also very sad when he heard the news.

A few years ago, his wife passed away, and now, their only son is gone.

Although he knew that this day would come sooner or later, and he had thought about this scene before, after really receiving the news, the old man still found it difficult to accept it for a while.

Because Gu Changhuan was a cultivator, according to the family rules, the ashes of Gu Shan and Fang Yurong could be buried in the family cemetery.

After burying his parents' ashes on Jiucang Mountain, Gu Changhuan still felt a little dazed.

Gu Changde wanted to comfort him, but he didn't know how to start.

He could only sigh, pat Gu Changhuan on the shoulder, and leave with the others.

After everyone left, Gu Changhuan closed his eyes and knelt in front of his parents' monument.

The past flashed through Gu Changhuan's mind vividly.

Time passed by bit by bit, and Gu Changhuan was reluctant to open his eyes.

Three days later, Chi Jin and the twins came to visit Gu Changhuan.

Gu Changhuan was still kneeling there, motionless.

After paying respects to the two elders, the three knelt with Gu Changhuan for a while before quietly leaving.

"Uncle, you are like this, you won't be confused, right?

I have never seen uncle like this."

On the way back, Gu Qingqing asked with some concern.

For cultivators, extreme joy and extreme sorrow are not good.

If the mood fluctuates greatly in a short period of time, it is easy to encounter inner demons. If the weak mind encounters inner demons, the cultivation will be damaged at the least, and the death will be caused by the devil on the spot at the worst.

Chi Jin shook his head.

"Master is not such a fragile person.

He just needs some time to fade away the grief.

Besides, it has only been a few days."

Although it is unreasonable for a cultivator to kneel to a mortal like this, as a son, what is wrong with kneeling to his parents.

At the same time, on the other side, Gu Shi Ning was also a little embarrassed.

The Gu family plans to send people to the South China Sea to explore and open up industries, and they will definitely need a guide.

The cultivation level of this guide is naturally the higher the better, but now that Gu Changhuan has just lost his parents, he can't let Gu Changhuan go, right?

It's too unkind.

But if it were someone else, Gu Shi Ning would always feel a little uneasy.

After returning to the family, the supreme elder Gu Xuanzhan began to retreat and has not come out until now. Otherwise, he would be a good candidate.