Simultaneous travel: My sons all have the qualities of an emperor

Chapter 389 The ill-fated father of Xiao Chun and the father of Meng Hao

Just as Ye Dong was teaching Luo Tianxian how to fix a match, Xuanqing Immortal Emperor was also secretly gathering people. The heavens should not be underestimated.

At the same time, two new people joined the chat group.

[Ding! Xiao Chun's dad and Meng Hao's dad have joined this group.]

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Mao'er Mountain, part of the Donglin Mountain Range, early morning in a village, Gu Ming opened his eyes and looked at the simple wooden house.

Has he... traveled through time?

"hiss."

A flood of fragmented memories surged through Gu Ming's mind, his eyes becoming dazed as he recalled the events leading up to him.

"Damn, are you kidding me?"

Gu Ming couldn't help but curse inwardly. It turned out that he had already transmigrated, and his ancestors had left him a stick of incense.

This incense was given to an ancestor who happened to save a down-on-his-luck immortal. When the immortal left, he left this incense as a token of gratitude, saying that if the incense was lit in the future, he would accept a descendant of the Bai family as his disciple.

Gu Ming was clearly very excited at the time. Although he was not young, was already married, and his wife was pregnant, he couldn't resist giving it a try with such a divine opportunity.

Since the Bai family ancestors had been kind to that immortal, and the immortal left incense for the Bai family, it shows that the immortal was a grateful person. When the time comes, as long as we light the incense sticks and make a prayer, the whole family can cultivate immortality.

Even if I don't seek to defy the heavens or kick the underworld, living longer would be a good thing.

So Gu Ming did what he said he would do. Without saying a word, he climbed onto the hat, lit an incense stick, and the sky was filled with dark clouds and lightning that seemed to be right in his face.

Gu Ming was a little flustered at the time, but after thinking about it, he realized that it was normal for immortals to have a grand entourage, and he would just wait patiently for a while.

As luck would have it, a child from nearby was flying a kite when the kite string broke and flew into the sky, landing in the clouds. One end of the long kite string connected to the top of the cloud, and the other end landed on Gu Ming's head.

Before Gu Ming could even utter a single curse, a thunderbolt flashed, and lightning bolts shot directly at him along the kite, scorching him to the core and leaving him dazed and incoherent, effectively turning him into a brain-damaged idiot.

It's not an exaggeration, it's genuine brain damage. He went from being known as the smartest person in the small mountain village to someone who knows how to eat when he's hungry, drink when he's thirsty, and run home when it rains.

Thinking of this, Gu Ming smiled bitterly, realizing that he was truly unlucky and had a difficult life.

"Father! You're awake!"

Suddenly, a fair-skinned young man appeared at the doorway. He looked thin, but his eyes revealed a tenacious spirit, and he exuded a lively energy. His words revealed a sense of ecstatic joy.

As Gu Ming gazed at the boy before him, memories from the past decade or so flooded his mind, causing him to feel a pang of sadness.

After he was struck by lightning that day, his former wife took care of him day and night, year and year. Finally, she fell ill from overwork and worry and collapsed at home, never to be seen again.

Gu Ming only remembered that one day, he could faintly hear the sounds of a funeral outside, and the next day, his son, who was barely half a person tall, came back with red eyes and tear stains still wet at the corners of his eyes.

But when she saw him, she wiped her eyes and said, "Dad, are you hungry? I'll cook for you right away."

Gu Ming sat there dumbfounded on the bed, watching his young son frantically try to cook at the stove, making a complete mess of things, carrying a small stool.

Finally, they brought out a plate of dark, unappetizing stuff.

Gu Ming ate it, then almost instinctively vomited it up. His son remained silent, just quietly cleaning up the mess. Then, he got a bowl of rice from someone and gave it to Gu Ming, while he went to eat the black gruel himself.

After that, the son would get up early every day, stand in front of the stove and keep fiddling with things, and then quietly run out and come back with a bowl of decent-looking food to serve to Gu Ming.

And so, she stopped running around until she could cook a meal that Gu Ming would eat. On that day, her son finally showed joy on his face and tried to confide in Gu Ming.

“Dad, Li Ergou in the village is awful. He called you an idiot, so I beat him up right then and there.”
"I know you're not stupid. Grandpa Village Chief said you were the smartest person in our village back then. It's just that something happened that made you mute. I believe you'll be able to speak again someday."

“Dad, farm work is so tiring, but the village has harvested its autumn crops, and the villagers have helped us a lot, so I still have to go and help.”

“Dad, some kids in the village insulted me by saying I didn’t have a mother. I got so angry that I beat one up. The village chief didn’t say anything to me when he found out, but I miss my mother so much.”

“Father, I used our family’s incense stick, but I’m always scared when there’s lightning and thunder. If only an immortal could arrive before the lightning and thunder, he would surely have a way to make you normal again.”

Gu Ming recalled every detail about the boy before him, wanting to speak, but his throat inexplicably tightened, and after a long while, he finally said:

"I...I've wronged you all these years."

The boy was taken aback. He wanted to speak but didn't know what to say for a moment, so he stretched out his hand, trying to wave it casually and say that he was fine.

But the moment she reached out her hand, tears welled up and blurred her vision. Only she knew the hardships she had endured over the years.

Gu Ming hurriedly tried to comfort him, and after a while the boy said, "It's alright, Dad. I'm not sad, I'm happy."

Gu Ming felt even more guilty and wanted to make amends, but after thinking for a long time, he could only say:

“Son, I had an accident when I was young, and I didn’t have time to name you. What name did your mother give you?”

"My mother said I was fair-skinned since I was little, and that I looked kind and pure, so she named me Bai Xiaochun."

"Hmm, Bai Xiaochun, what a nice name."

Gu Ming couldn't help but praise, then paused for a moment as a series of memories flashed through his mind: Mao'er Mountain, the incense sticks at home, Bai Xiaochun.

In an instant, a monstrous wave surged within him, causing him to blurt out, "Black Big Dirty!"

Bai Xiaochun curled his lip: "Dad, what nonsense are you talking about? I am clearly Bai Xiaochun. Where did this filthy black guy come from?"

Gu Ming first gave his son a smirk, then his mind quickly went through all the information about the Eternal Thought.

Bai Xiaochun, the protagonist of A Thought Through Eternity, is a unique and unconventional character among many online novel protagonists.

In the original timeline, he lost both his parents at a young age, was obsessed with immortality, was a master of empty talk, had the mind of a child, was greedy for small gains, loved face, was afraid of death and protective of his own.

He also became an excellent alchemist.

Well, how should I describe it? If Lao Tzu's alchemy level is 100, then eating it can make one instantly become an immortal.

So Bai Xiaochun's alchemy level is negative 1000. Eating it will kill someone instantly, no, it's even more terrifying than instant death!
Gu Ming vaguely remembered that after Bai Xiaochun achieved the highest level, the pills he refined could make the other highest levels aroused!
For a moment, Gu Ming's eyes were filled with complex emotions. If he had known he had this son, he wouldn't have needed to burn incense, which led to this unexpected disaster, and his wife wouldn't have fallen ill from worry.

However, Gu Ming knew that what had happened was already too late to say anything. Fortunately, this was a vast world, and his son was destined to reach the highest point.

Once we reach the highest point, everything will have a chance to change, and there will be no more regrets.

At this moment, Gu Ming's ambition arose: to cultivate immortality! He must cultivate immortality! That very night, the father and son discussed that they would light the ancestral incense sticks the next day and pray for immortality.

"Dad, um, every time I light incense, there's thunder. Will the lightning strike me and kill me, or turn me into an idiot?" Bai Xiaochun said weakly.

Gu Ming's face darkened: "What happened to me back then was just an accident. The lightning was actually a guide for the immortals, otherwise the immortals would not have been able to determine the location."

Bai Xiaochun suddenly realized, but then felt uneasy. He had never expected it to be like this. Over the years, he had lit incense eleven times, and every time lightning and thunder appeared, he was so frightened that he extinguished it with his saliva.

Is this... a way of fooling immortals?

He wanted to speak, but he didn't dare.

It wasn't until the next day, when Gu Ming saw the incense stick that Bai Xiaochun had taken out, now only a small piece, that his dormant memories were awakened.

Bai Xiaochun shrank back and said, "Um, Dad, what if the immortals come and slap us to death?"

Gu Ming took a deep breath and said, "It's nothing. This immortal is an honest man. We just need to be sincere when the time comes."

Then he added, "If the immortal is only taking one person with him, then you don't need to worry about me."

Bai Xiaochun was about to speak when Gu Ming waved his hand to interrupt him, saying, "I'm too old. I won't be able to cultivate there. You're still young and have a chance. It's not too late for you to help your father when you become an immortal in the future."

Bai Xiaochun remained silent for only a moment before agreeing. Gu Ming smiled with satisfaction. Not bad, this is more like the protagonist. If he keeps procrastinating, what great things can he accomplish?

Then the incense sticks were lit, and suddenly a strong wind arose, dark clouds gathered, and lightning flashed and thunder roared. The father and son hugged each other without prior arrangement, vividly illustrating how people express the word "cowardice".

Then the father and son looked at each other, their eyes seemingly saying: You're such a grown man, why are you still afraid of getting tired?

Gu Ming: I was struck by lightning and became an idiot.

Bai Xiaochun: I'm just simply afraid of dying.

Just as the father and son were filled with dread, a long rainbow suddenly streaked across the sky not far away, and in it was a middle-aged man.

He was dressed in luxurious clothes and had an air of otherworldly elegance, yet he looked travel-worn and his expression showed endless weariness.

"I'd like to see what kind of person is going to burn incense for three years straight. Are they kidding me?!"

Li Qinghou said angrily, feeling like a fish being constantly pulled and tugged.

Then they saw a middle-aged man and a teenager on the ground.

"I am Li Qinghou, and you are a descendant of the Bai family."

Li Qinghou suddenly appeared in front of Gu Ming and his son. Bai Xiaochun was stunned for a moment, but he secretly took out the axe from his back. If the person in front of him was a bad guy, he would cut him down with one stroke.

Li Qinghou was a man of great stature, a once-in-a-century prodigy of the Lingxi Sect. Seeing Bai Xiaochun's actions, he couldn't help but chuckle to himself, and then couldn't help but admire him.

Gu Ming gave Bai Xiaochun a look, which made Bai Xiaochun put down the axe. Then he pushed Bai Xiaochun to move forward.

"This junior is Bai Xiaochun, a descendant of the Bai family. This is my father, Bai Ming," Bai Xiaochun said honestly.

Li Qinghou looked at the father and son and explained, "The path to immortality is not easy. I owed your family a debt of gratitude back then, but I can only take one person with me."

Just as Bai Xiaochun was about to speak, Gu Ming stepped forward and said, "If he is an immortal, then let my son go."

Li Qinghou nodded slightly, then asked, "Why have you been burning the same incense stick for three years?"

He appeared calm on the surface, but in reality, all eyes were focused on Bai Xiaochun, the thing he had wanted to know most for the past three years.

Although Bai Xiaochun was surprised by his father's words, he quickly realized what Li Qinghou was asking and his mind raced.

Suddenly, a look of melancholy crossed his face, and he said as if possessed by a theatrical genius:

“Because I am a person who values ​​relationships and righteousness, every time I light incense, I am reluctant to leave my bedridden father and the villagers. So even though I have arranged everything for my father, I still can’t let go of him.”

"Fortunately, my father recovered from his serious illness yesterday, so I was able to light the incense sticks with peace of mind."

Li Qinghou was slightly taken aback. After listening to Gu Ming's explanation of his experience of being struck by lightning more than ten years ago, his expression hardened. He came to Gu Ming's side and sent a stream of spiritual energy into his body.

Then a complicated expression appeared on his face. Indeed, the middle-aged man in front of him had stagnant blood and qi, which was a result of being bedridden for a long time. So it was the incense stick that he had given him back then that caused his suffering.

Thinking of this, Li Qinghou couldn't help but show a hint of guilt.

Then, as if by magic, a pair of hands touched Gu Ming's body. Gu Ming groaned repeatedly, and his face suddenly turned from pale to a healthy rosy hue.

At this moment, Li Qinghou stopped, shook his head slightly, and said, "I have examined your body. You have no aptitude for cultivation. Even if you enter the immortal sect, it will be useless."

As he spoke, he took out several bottles of pills and a stack of talismans from his sleeve and handed them to Gu Ming, saying:

"You've been bedridden for over a decade, which is partly my fault. But you lack the aptitude, so I can't help you. I can only take your son to the Immortal Sect. Here, take these pills and talismans."

Elixirs can prolong your life, and talismans can protect you; you should be able to live out your old age in peace.

Gu Ming looked at the pills and talismans in front of him with a gleam in his eyes. This Li Qinghou was truly kind-hearted. No wonder he later became Bai Xiaochun's mentor, friend, and father figure.

"Thank you for your kindness, Immortal. In that case, please take my son to the Immortal Sect."

Bai Xiaochun hesitated, but Gu Ming patted him on the shoulder and said, "Xiaochun, go with the immortal. I believe you will become the most powerful immortal in the future. Helping your father prolong his life and embark on the path of cultivation will be a piece of cake."

Bai Xiaochun remained silent for a moment, then nodded firmly, making a vow in his heart that if he ever succeeded in his cultivation, he would search for every possible method to help his father embark on the path of cultivation as well.

Without further ado, Li Qingting flicked his sleeve and flew away with Bai Xiaohua in a rainbow, leaving Gu Ming alone on the spot.

Watching his son, who had been with him for over a decade, leave, Gu Ming couldn't help but sigh sadly. Although he said he didn't care, his lack of cultivation aptitude was indeed disheartening.

But Xiao Chun has finally embarked on her bright path. Gu Ming thought to himself.

Then, he froze.

[Ding! You are invited to join the "Father's Status Rises with His Son" chat group...]

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(End of this chapter)