In the main hall, a young woman in royal attire held a palm-sized nine-tailed fox in her hand.

This little nine-tailed fox seems to have just been born. It still can't open its eyes and can only lie in the young woman's hand and squeal softly.

Look at the young woman again, she has a doting look on her face.

But at this moment, a white-haired man walked quickly into the hall and came to the young woman: "The holy war... is about to be lost. Our child is the last hope, and there is not much time left."

Hearing this, the young woman showed a look of reluctance, but she still handed the little nine-tailed fox in her hand to the man.

The white-haired man took the nine-tailed fox and turned around to leave.

"It's dawn!" The young woman suddenly called to the man and stepped forward with tears in her eyes: "Let me see our child again."

"Time is running out!" the white-haired man said without looking back.

The next moment, the man disappeared at the entrance of the hall, leaving only the young woman sobbing in the hall.

Six years later…

In summer, Wang Shuo sat on the stone in front of his home, staring blankly ahead.

The stone under his buttocks had already been heated by the sun, but Wang Shuo didn't know it.

Heat is a characteristic of this season. If you look more clearly, you can see that the green grass on the ground is distorting and deforming with the hot air.

A butterfly flew past his eyes, rising and falling, but Wang Shuo's eyes were like dead objects, motionless, still staring straight ahead.

At this time, a white-haired man walked out of the house, holding a bamboo pole and a small wooden bucket in his hands.

Seeing Wang Shuo sitting on the stone, he said: "You are sitting on such a hot stone, where are you trading stocks? Let's go, daddy will take Shuoer to go fishing today."

Wang Shuo smiled, stood up and stretched out his little hand.

The white-haired man immediately took Wang Shuo's little hand and rushed towards the creek at the other end of the small mountain village.

Dad is the doctor in the village, and the villagers affectionately call him "Doctor Wang"

The father and son were not from this village, but because their father Wang Tianming was good at medicine and saved the villagers three years ago, the villagers took them in.

Along the way, Wang Shuo walked carefully. Being blind, he was afraid of falling. The white-haired man was also worried about this and deliberately slowed down his pace.

"Dad, what does the fish look like?" Wang Shuo suddenly asked.

The white-haired man smiled: "The fish are flat and shaped like leaves."

Wang Shuo and his father soon arrived at the creek.

Before he even got close to the stream, Wang Shuo heard the crisp sound of water flowing, which was very pleasant.

The man rolled up his trouser legs for Wang Shuo and sat him down by the stream.

As soon as his feet were placed in the stream, a sense of coolness suddenly came to his heart. The feeling of the stream flowing over his bare feet made Wang Shuo feel extremely comfortable.

Then I heard the man say "hey" and throw the fishing rod out.

But at this time...

A middle-aged man in Taoist uniform walked out of the cool haystacks by the stream, deliberately slowed down, and quietly sat next to Wang Shuo.

Wang Shuo was still immersed in his own world and did not know the arrival of the middle-aged man.

The man looked at Wang Shuo with a smile on his face, and after a long time he asked, "How old is Shuo'er this year?"

Hearing this sound, Wang Shuo realized that there was an extra person beside him. He was stunned for a while and then said with a smile: "Dad said Shuo'er is six years old this year!"

Then the white-haired man said: "Taoist Master Yan is not on the mountain to cultivate immortality, but he comes to see me, Wang Tianming, again and again. What do you mean?"

"Doctor Wang has finally opened his mouth, so Yan won't hide it anymore!" Taoist Yan touched Wang Shuo's head, the light in his eyes was like looking at a treasure.

"Shuo'er has spiritual roots and excellent aptitude. Yan wants to take her under his wing! He is six years old. Most immortal cultivators start practicing at this age."

The white-haired man did not react at all to Taoist Yan's words. Instead, he raised the bamboo pole in his hand and a fish fell into the bucket.

Wang Shuo curiously touched the fish in the bucket. The fish was very slippery. As soon as he touched it, the fish began to twist hard. No matter how Wang Shuo tried to catch it, the fish would slip out of his hands.

"Can a blind man become an immortal?" The white-haired man asked after a long time and threw the fishing rod out again.

Taoist Master Yan smiled: "You can cultivate immortality if you have spiritual roots. Shuo'er was born blind. After practicing, his five senses will be opened and he will be cured!"

Wang Shuo understood Taoist Yan's words and knew that his eyesight could be cured, so he immediately said: "Dad often said that there are so many beautiful scenery in this world, and Shuo'er also wants to see the beautiful scenery in this world!"

Suddenly, the white-haired man and Taoist Master Yan laughed together, and the former said: "Shuo'er, did you know that if you embark on the immortal path, you will have to leave your father?"

As soon as Wang Shuo heard that he was leaving his father, he immediately panicked and quickly changed his words and refused: "Shuo'er, don't leave dad, Shuo'er won't cultivate immortality anymore!"

The white-haired man raised his bamboo pole again and caught another fish: "Since Shuo'er has the destiny to become an immortal, let's go. There are so many beautiful scenery in this world, it would be a pity not to see them."

After saying that, the white-haired man put down the bamboo pole and took out a nine-tailed fox pendant made of jade from his clothes.

This fox is lying down and looking up, lifelike. The only drawback is that its eyes are empty and lifeless, which seems to correspond to Wang Shuo's blindness.

The white-haired man hung the pendant around Wang Shuo's neck: "When Shuo'er grows up, he needs to be able to read and write. Master Yan is the wife that his father has found for Shuo'er. Just go with him."

Then he stood up and looked at Taoist Yan: "Taoist Master, Shuoer is entrusted to you!"

Taoist Yan also stood up, nodded to the white-haired man, and the white-haired man left.

At this time, Wang Shuo felt Taoist Yan hold his hand, and heard the sound of his father's leaving footsteps. He quickly cried: "Where is daddy? I want daddy!"

Taoist Yan shook his head: "Shuo'er, just come with me!"

Looking at the white-haired man's leaving figure from a distance, Taoist Yan sighed and took Wang Shuo to the outside of the small mountain village.

Outside the village, a female Taoist priest was leading a team waiting for Taoist Yan. The team was filled with children of Wang Shuo's age.

"Children, this child is blind. Who is willing to hold him?"

Children, you look at me and I look at you, with big eyes and small eyes, but no one comes forward.

At this moment, an older girl walked out of the team, stretched out her hand to hold Wang Shuo, and entered the team.

Taoist Yan nodded and returned to the front of the team.

As the bell rang, the team rushed along the mountain road towards the mountain.

Wang Shuo clutched the jade fox on his chest, with tears still on his face.

And on the hillside where Wang Shuo could not see... the white-haired man looked at the leaving team from a distance: "Shuo'er, don't blame dad."
Chapter completed!