On the porch of a small house a young boy sat beside his grandfather. It was a fine day when the scene occurred and the smell of the coffee which the grandfather clasped in his hand came floating in the air. The boy with his shiny and inquisitive looking eyes, kicked his feet that dangled from the wooden chair. The old grandfather appreciated the morning scenery occasionally taking a sip of the coffee.
All of a sudden the boy asked a question that was unexpected to be heard from him by his grandfather.“Grandpa is cultivator really real?” the boy asked with inflection that could be described as curiosity. He looked lovingly at his grandson, and bringing his cup of coffee to his lips asked back, ‘Why do you ask that, dear grand son?’
Biting his lips gravely and earnestly looking at his grandpa the boy said, “Isn’t it cool to be a cultivator? They can fly and do marvelous feats. ”The grandfather could not suppress his laughter at how basic the question was from him grand son. He giggled softly with his hands placing the boy’s head as the boy looked very passionate. ‘What then?’ questioned the grandfather with the intention of getting deeper into the mind of his grandson.
Unbelievable with shining eyes filled with hope the boy who spoke further, “Isn’t it great if I could fly and do some great techniques?” The grandfather who also smiled at the boy’s spirit felt the need to give a straight answer as well. He smiled and put his hands on the boy’s head, “Yes dear, there are cultivators but you have to understand, it isn’t easy to become a cultivator.” Cheerfulness in the boy’s face was exchanged with disappointment. : “Well, then, how do I become a cultivator, Grandpa?”
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This the grandfather smiled gently and shook his head. It is even uncertain to me how one can turn into a cultivator himself. All I have are the legends of the past and the rumors which have been going around.
The boy, whose passion has started reduce, looked dissapointed. ‘Well, if Grandpa asked why cultivators exist when there is no way to become one then what would you answer?’ The grandfather sighed deeply. ‘Dear, I didn’t lie when I said that cultivators exist out there in the world But, you have to know, that means that to find a cultivator it is as hard as trying to find a needle that perhaps, fell into the ocean.’ The boy blinked a few times and literally opened his mouth in disbelief of what his grandfather had just explained to him. “Can it be this difficult?”
The grandfather nodded in agreement, and the creases on his face betraying the age of the man. “Yes, the difficulty in finding a cultivator can be said to be very big But in this world, there is always a possibility That is, one day, if you are affluent, you will be able to encounter one of them.” The boy’s enthusiasm returned. “Okay Grandpa I will definitely meet them and become one of them a true cultivator!”
Smiling brightly the grandfather then ran his fingers over the boy’s head. “Well said dear, hope should never die, even when the journey to the destination is tough, determination and persistence are sure keys to the dream. ” The boy clearly nodded his head much to the determination with the eyes filled with the beams of enthusiasm. “Oh no you won’t you just wait, Grandpa one day I will become a cultivator!”