Under One Person: The Seeker of the Dao in the Lü Family

Chapter 373 To be old and not die is to be a [demon]

"You've touched the [Great Luo Cave Observation]?"

Just as Gao Gen uttered some carefree yet guilty words about wanting to sacrifice himself, Lü Qian's cold voice once again tore away another layer of "disguise" hidden beneath Gao Gen's demonic exterior.

Before he could finish speaking, Gao Gen's bitter and sorrowful expression suddenly froze, his skeletal body tensed up, he clenched his fists, and dared not look up to meet Lü Qian's gaze, avoiding those "eagle eyes" that seemed to see through everything.

"Hmph, once a thief, always a thief."

Seeing the sudden coldness in the room, Lü Ci vaguely understood what was going on. After letting out a cold snort, she looked at Gao Gen with even more disdain. "Nobody's house is clean, but you like to pretend to be clean. Is it so good to deceive yourself and others?"

"Disgusting scum, his brains have been eaten by dogs, even dogs wouldn't eat him."

"Grandpa, I don't think the Gao family is very sincere. They came to ask for a diagnosis, and they're even being secretive."

Lu Qian pretended to stand up, picked up the dark paper umbrella beside him, and casually waved it to remove the illusion of the Feng Hou Qi Men technique, turning the paper umbrella back into a whisk, which he then placed on his elbow.

"Let's go, sir. It seems the Gao family is inconsistent and hasn't even figured out what they want. So there's no need for us to stay."

Lu Ci then stood up and casually tossed the teacup he was playing with back onto the table. "Let's go. I came here out of kindness to help someone with their illness, but they're just putting on a show. I've got nothing better to do."

As they spoke, Lü Qian and Lü Ci had already stepped onto the threshold, leaving only Gao Gen sitting quietly in his seat behind them, head bowed in thought and not uttering a word.

"You two..."

When the grandfather and grandson of the Lü family stepped outside the threshold, Gao Gen inside seemed to come to his senses and hurriedly called out. However, he saw that the other party's figure in the lamplight and moonlight outside the door disappeared suddenly, like a bubble that had been popped.

"well......"

Silent sighs echoed in the guest room. Gao Gen glanced awkwardly at the doorway before reluctantly looking away.

Just as he lowered his head again, a writing brush appeared out of thin air, the handle of which slammed hard into Gao Gen's gaunt forehead. The sound of the blow was dull and powerful, revealing the man's extreme anger.

"Damn, I knew you were a hypocrite, but I never imagined you were such a hopeless case."

A gust of wind suddenly swept through the quiet room, and Zhou Sheng's curses echoed through the ethereal sound of the wind. Then, his figure, holding a writing brush and carrying a book, suddenly appeared from the wind and stepped directly onto the table in front of Gao Gen.

This Wudang Taoist priest, who was over a hundred years old and had his feet on the table, was just like Gao Gen, who was sitting upright on a chair. Both of them were born into privilege and were the instigators of the Jia Shen Rebellion. They had drunk together and become sworn brothers.

At this moment, the two men appeared quite different. Zhou Sheng was dressed in a tattered Taoist robe, yet he had white hair and a youthful face. His sparse beard and hair, along with his unrestrained and carefree demeanor, gave him an air of elegance and freedom, making him a dashing traveler wandering the world.

However, Gao Gen, who was sitting upright, could not hide the decay and rot emanating from his body. His clothes, trousers and shoes were covered with solidified mud and ash, making him look more realistic than the corpses buried everywhere in the mass grave.

Gao Gen, whose mind had been struck by Zhou Sheng's pen, was momentarily clear-headed. He scrutinized the free and unrestrained appearance of the person before him.

"Third Brother?"

"Don't call me Third Brother, I am Zhou Sheng of Wudang!"

Zhou Sheng swung his brush again and struck Gao Gen's spiritual platform. This attack did not use any force, but it showed Zhou Sheng's anger towards Gao Gen.

"But aren't you Third Brother?"

"Bang!"

Zhou Sheng angrily smacked Gao Gen on the head again, slamming the man's stiff, emaciated body onto the table. "You're hopeless!"

"I've mistaken you for someone else. Goodbye, oh, never again!"

After he finished speaking, a gentle breeze rose again. When Gao Gen got up from the table, Zhou Sheng was no longer there. It was as if the old Taoist priest who had been shouting and cursing at the table was just a dream.

"Ugh."

Gao Gen raised his hand and touched his head, feeling the clear and real pain, but he didn't say anything. He just silently lowered his head and pondered his contradictory thoughts.

……

On a mountain path not far from the Gao family, Lü Qian appeared out of thin air with Lü Ci. He waved his whisk, and three thousand strands of dust swirled in the moonlight. Lü Qian, dressed in a white robe, stepped out of the void, with Lü Ci following closely behind with his hands behind his back.

"It's an eyesore. I can't believe that after being imprisoned for decades, Gao Gen is still so naive."

Lu Ci glanced back in the direction of the Gao family, then silently looked away. With a tremor in his hand, he slung the demon sword back over his shoulder and headed back the way he came.

"Let's go, the Gao family's mess isn't worth our time."

"I didn't need Gao Zhan's help on this trip, so I don't owe him anything. Let the Gao family sort out this mess themselves."

"Indeed!"

Lu Qian flicked the whisk on his wrist, glancing at the dust he had picked up at the Gao family with a hint of disdain. This wasn't out of concern, but rather because one can't help but feel disgusted when encountering a fool.

People can be foolish or dull, but if they are so stupid as to willingly degenerate, then there is no cure.

"By the way, sir, you didn't have any tea just now, did you?"

"No, what's wrong?"

At first, Lü Ci didn't take it seriously, but Lü Qian's words made him instantly furious.

"Oh, it's fine as long as you didn't drink it. My grandmaster Zhou Sheng was here just now. He added some 'Po Ji Zhu Shui' stuff to the teapot to tea me, the same stuff you used when you sparred with the Tang Clan back then."

"Croton oil? That damned Zhou Sheng!"

"Hahaha......"

The figures of the Lü family grandfather and grandson gradually disappeared along the mountain path. A wisp of breeze followed, lingered in place for a few moments, and then soared into the sky.

A gentle breeze wafted by, and Zhou Sheng's voice could be faintly heard reciting poetry as it slowly faded away, the end of which was accompanied by a few disdainful curses.

"He traveled a thousand miles to retrieve the sword to settle old scores, but the true man refused to help three times in times of trouble."

"Bah! I was drunk back then, how could I have become sworn brothers with a fool like Gao Gen..."

Lu Qian, who had already gone far away, seemed to hear the whispers and curses in the wind. He looked up and smiled at the invisible breeze in mid-air. With a thought, he transformed into a wisp of wind and gathered it towards the breeze.

"Grandmaster Uncle, even when you're not drunk, you tend to be unrestrained and carefree. Has this experience taught you a lesson?"

"Haha... Don't play those tricks again."

The wind conjured from his thoughts accurately entered the gentle breeze in mid-air, followed by Zhou Sheng's helpless mockery carried on the wind.

"You rude and disrespectful little brat, you don't even know how to respect your elders..."