Someone advised Lu Sheng to hire a waiter for help, but he declined with a smile.

He insists on opening the door very early every day, when the sky is gray, until dark at night.

Sometimes when there were few patients, he would blow with a windmill, and the wrinkles on his face would slowly relax with his smile.

He thought life would go on like this. But suddenly one day he heard rumors that the Zhong family was hit by a plague.

The plague was very severe. It is said that it first spread from the place where Zhong Quan was on duty. Everyone in the Zhong family died and went away. The only old lady was also missing.

Lu Sheng hurriedly paid someone to drive an ox cart to take him there, but when he arrived, the Zhong family was already empty, with no one left.

Reluctantly returning to the hospital, Lu Sheng asked around for news about the Zhong family, but there was no more news.

until a year later

On his way back from buying vegetables at the market, he saw Xu Zijun sitting on the stone steps on the street.

She was wearing a very shabby cotton-padded jacket, and her body was very dirty. There was thick dirt on her hair, face, and hands.

His complexion was also very bad, it was abnormally sallow and pale.

"uncle."

Xu Zijun also looked up and saw Lu Sheng.

"Why are you here?" Lu Sheng dropped the food and quickly spent a lot of money to hire someone to carry her to the hospital.

Xu Zijun's body was already severely swollen, and he didn't know how long he had been ill.

Lu Sheng asked someone to clean her body and change her clothes. Then he personally prepared the medicinal soup for her and drank it carefully every day.

But her illness was only secondary. The real cause was the complete failure of her internal organs, which was the natural lifespan of her internal organs as she aged.

She is already very old and has experienced too many ups and downs. It is a miracle that she can survive until now.

After barely holding on for more than ten days, Xu Zijun's breath became weaker and weaker, and she really couldn't hold on anymore.

"Uncle, tell me, what is the purpose of living in this life?" Under the dim light, she was covered with a thick quilt, but she was still shivering from the cold.

Lu Sheng added a charcoal stove to her side, trying to make the entire bedroom warmer.

Hearing her words, Lu Sheng slowly moved to the hospital bed.

"For what? I don't know." He smiled, "I just thought, since God has allowed us to survive, let's live well, and our journey in this world will not be in vain."

"I have always wanted to live a good life." Xu Zijun also smiled. “But I can’t live well no matter what.”

"It's okay. Fortunately, I didn't feel sorry for the Zhong family. I didn't feel sorry for my parents. I only felt sorry for my whole son."

Suddenly, a cramping pain spread from her heart.

Xu Zijun held Lu Sheng's hand tightly and lay on his back on the hospital bed. Suddenly he saw the windmill on the medicine cabinet turning slowly. I burst into tears for a while.

She suddenly recalled many, many memories. She still remembered that when she was a child, she held her brother's hand and ran in and out of the hospital. The windmill in her hand turned so beautifully.

"uncle."

"Go to sleep, go to sleep, you are already very tired." Lu Sheng held her hand tightly. My eyes couldn't help but moisten.

Yes, she didn't feel sorry for anyone, the only one she felt sorry for was herself.

Xu Zijun's skinny hands trembled slightly, getting stronger and stronger.

Suddenly, her pupils blurred, her whole body froze, her hands suddenly loosened, and she no longer had any strength.

Lu Sheng sat aside silently and patted Xu Zijun's hand with both hands.

There was no one at Xu Zijun's funeral. She had lost all her relatives in the plague. Lu Sheng just bought a coffin, found someone to make a simple cemetery, and buried it.

Back at the hospital, the three windmills on the medicine cabinet were inserted side by side. The breeze blew and the windmills rotated. Lu Sheng walked over and gently took down the windmills one by one. After thinking about it, he plugged it in again in the corner of the medicine cabinet.

As time passed, he returned to his original routine of seeing a doctor every day.

I don't know how long it took, but heavy snow swept across the entire town overnight, covering everything in sight with silver.

"Grandpa Lu. What is that?" A little girl who was only two years old shouted in a sweet voice, pointing to the windmill on the medicine cabinet.

Lu Sheng was diagnosing her father's pulse when she heard the sound and looked up.

"That's a windmill," he replied with a gentle smile.

"Does grandpa like windmills very much?" the girl continued to ask.

"Yes. Grandpa likes it very much." Lu Sheng smiled and replied.

"Bing'er, don't disturb grandpa." The stern father at the side scolded in a low voice.

"Oh" the little girl pouted and did not dare to speak.

Lu Sheng walked over and took down a windmill, intending to hand it to Bing'er. But the little girl was very sensible and shook her head and refused to answer.

Lu Sheng had no choice but to put the windmill back to its original place.

A few days later, the girl came again, following her father for a follow-up consultation, but this time she had a brand new windmill in her hand.

"Grandpa, this is for you."

Lu Sheng was preparing medical tools when he saw the red windmill in her hand and was suddenly stunned.

He hesitated for a moment, but without refusing, he exchanged a piece of sugar cake and Binger for the windmill, and then carefully inserted the new windmill next to the previous three windmills.

The breeze blows, and each of the four windmills is newer than the last. The first one is already turning yellow.

Lu Sheng put down his hand and looked at the row of windmills, and suddenly felt something cracking in his heart.

He calmed down and continued to treat Bing'er's father, then closed the hospital and slowly left the town alone.

Return to the Xu family’s old address.

The original mansion has been replaced by another family, and the old trees inside have also sprouted new shoots.

In the heavy snow, you can faintly hear the cries of babies inside. There was also the sound of adults singing softly.

Lu Sheng stood quietly in front of the mansion, listening to the sounds inside, and something seemed to be getting brighter and clearer in his heart.

I don't know how long he stood there before he suddenly laughed softly.

The laughter grew louder and louder.

Slowly, his hair turned from white to green, making him look younger and younger. The originally hunched back quickly straightened up.

The wrinkles on his face quickly dissipated and he regained his youth. His cloudy eyes quickly became clear and sharp. In just a short moment, he returned to his peak body in his twenties.

"That's it. That's it!" Lu Sheng laughed, turned around and left in the distance, without any nostalgia.

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Moon Palace.

Moon King slowly pulled the blanket from his knees and pulled it up further.

Decades later, the Xiya Dynasty disintegrated a long time ago. Nowadays, various warlords are divided. The Yuewang Mansion barely has a place in this troubled times because of its command of troops and the support of Hewangdong behind it.

But that's all.

After the death of General Shenwu, warlords from all over the country claimed kingship and hegemony, and there were endless disputes.

The Moon King is over a hundred years old. If the secret method of the Crane King Cave hadn't helped him extend his life, he might have died a long time ago.

But as he got older, he had no intention of dominating, and just wanted to live by holding on to his own bit of inheritance.

The only thing he regrets now is that his son has been practicing Taoism. It has been decades since he left, and he has almost forgotten what Xiaojing looked like at that time.

"His Royal Highness the Moon King." Bai Songzi, dressed in plain white with long flowing sleeves, slowly approached the courtyard.

As the Demon King, he has the high-level Qi injected by Lu Sheng, coupled with the high-level Taoist practice, his cultivation is now getting better and better.

From a distance, he looks like an aristocratic prince, otherworldly, but up close, his features are picturesque and his temperament is cold.

Especially the little crimson hook between the eyebrows adds a touch of coquettishness to the indifference.

"Are you coming to see me, this old man, again?" The Moon King already knew Bai Songzi's identity.

But to him, these demons with pure emotions are more trustworthy than humans.

Good is good, bad is bad, and demons are far more straightforward than humans.

"The people behind Prince Qing's Mansion have been found out. They are from the Taoist Wuding Sect." Bai Songzi said calmly. "I may be a little busier recently, so I may have less time to see you."

"It doesn't matter, business matters. Prince Qing's Mansion and us are at odds with each other. We have been fighting for so many years, and now we are finally showing our heel." Moon King sighed. "I just don't know what this Wuding sect is."

"One of the Taoist sects." Bai Songzi said solemnly.

"Are you very strong?" Moon King was stunned.

"Very strong." Bai Songzi replied calmly. "But we can't get into their eyes for the time being. Our Yuewangfu and Qingwangfu are just making small fuss with them."

"That's good, that's good." Prince Yue breathed a sigh of relief.

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Bai Songzi looked at Yue Wang's relieved look, but after all, he still didn't tell the story that the Wuding Sect had sent someone to take action.

"It's been freezing here lately, and the weather isn't very good. I've built a house in the south. Moon King, why don't you go over there and take a good rest." He suggested again.

"That's fine. It's useless for me to stay here alone anyway." The Moon King smiled helplessly. "I just don't know where Jing'er is now?" He thought of his only son who left alone that year.

"My lord is naturally safe and sound, we can all feel this," Bai Songzi replied.

"That's good." Yue Wang didn't dare to think too much. Everyone around him left, and now only he and the two girls Yuan Yuanyuan and Yuan Liuliu were left to take care of him.

Bai Songzi remained silent and didn't speak. He just bowed slightly and turned to leave.

For him, Lu Sheng was the one who gave him a new life, so Lu Sheng's father's family was naturally a place he had to protect.

This is how he has been steadily guarding the Moon Palace for decades.

Originally, he had always thought that this kind of life could last for a long, long time. But everything has changed since Wudingjiao really took action five years ago.

He had tried very hard to prevent Yuewangfu Hewangdong from participating in the battle between the two great gates, but the aftermath of the fight between the two behemoths was not something Yuewangfu could bear.

After so many years, the fight between Chunqiu Sect and Wuding Sect has escalated one after another, and now it has reached a level where he is completely unable to contact them.

A while ago, the fourth surrender order from the Wuding Sect arrived again.

No matter what means are used this time, there is probably no way to delay it.