Start from a blind beggar and become a god

Chapter 240: Farewell

Chen Huaian listened, he knew who Bai Ling'er was talking about, but he didn't know about Huang Yuan's changes. Now after hearing Bai Ling'er say this, he felt admiration for Huang Yuan in his heart.

"There was also the teacher who taught me to read when I was a child. He was very mysterious and he also loved to play the flute. The flute he played... was very nice."

"That's really good." Chen Huaian replied. He would not reveal his identity here.

There are too many separations in the world, and he doesn't want to experience them. Even if he has to, he just wants to bear it alone.

"You are very similar to him. He can't see, but he seems to have a pair of eyes in his heart. I always feel that he can see, as if everything in the world is in his eyes. He is so clear, but... he seems to not recognize us."

Chen Huaian was suddenly startled!
"Maybe there is something he can't tell you." Chen Huaian replied. He couldn't admit his identity here. He would leave soon. He had more important things to do.

"Maybe." Bai Ling'er said sadly.

"Chen Ping'an, do you know? When I found out that my childhood playmate was turned into a puppet, my heart ached... it ached..."

"I left here regardless of my master's order. I killed every person from the Wanfa Sect I saw, and killed every pair I saw."

"But the hatred in my heart has not diminished at all."

Bai Ling'er's eyes were slightly red, and the moonlight was shining, illuminating their figures and lengthening their shadows.

The night breeze blew through her black hair, which was slightly lifted and fluttered gently. Opposite her was Chen Huaian, whose hair was also flying.

"He is so innocent. His wife is still waiting for him to come home, and his daughter has not yet called him dad."

"He could have come back alive, but he was turned into a puppet by the Wanfa Sect."

Bai Ling'er's voice trembled slightly when she spoke.

"If you can't let go, you will eventually torture yourself." Chen Huaian counselled. He knew Bai Ling'er's current state of mind. She couldn't let go and she valued feelings, but wasn't Chen Huaian the same?

So he didn't like separation. He was trying to enlighten Bai Ling'er, but who else could enlighten him? He just had to endure it alone.

"Okay, let's stop here. We should always look forward. If we focus too much on the past, we will only worry about gains and losses."

When Chen Huaian finished speaking and was about to turn around and leave, Bai Ling'er suddenly called him.

"Wait, I have another question."

Chen Huaian stopped walking when he heard Bai Ling'er's voice. He asked, "Is there anything else?"

"Has your gray hair always been like this?"

"Something happened, it's just a gray hair overnight, don't worry about it." Chen Huaian said, and after he finished speaking, he disappeared from the spot like the breeze.

"Whose hair looks like snow but is not snowflakes?"

"Is that you, sir?"

After Bai Ling'er finished speaking, she also left. After she left, Chen Huaian's figure emerged from the air. He looked at the direction Bai Ling'er left and slowly said, "It's me."

……

Chen Huaian came to the back mountain of Shengyun Taoism. This is usually the place where disciples are kept and asked to reflect on their mistakes, so it is also called the Cliff of Reflection, which is used to make disciples reflect on their mistakes.

Chen Huaian silently took out the flute, and the sound of the flute was melodious in his thoughts. Too many things happened today, so many that he didn't know where to start thinking, nor did he know what to do next.

The flute sound continued for a long time, until midnight, when Chen Huaian stopped.

[Name: Chen Huaian, Age: 57]

[Lifespan: 1762, Bones: Ordinary]

[Kung Fu: LV38 Phantom Sword Technique (6%)]

[Skill: No Return]

[Level: LV38 (24/100)] [Current Effect: Increase lifespan, dredge meridians,

Drive away the tide and warm the body, improve understanding, seek divination, ink painting, trace the origin of the flower, the eye of the soul, the predetermined fruit]

[Today’s lifespan increase: two hours]

[Disease: epileptic laughter disorder, which can be gradually treated by Bie Wugui. Current treatment progress: 81%]

Chen Huaian looked at the system panel. When he came to Shengyun Daodi, he basically spent all his time reading classics, so that his proficiency in Huanliu Sword Technique and Wugui fell far behind.

"You've been listening to the flute for so long, aren't you going to come out?"

"Hey, I knew you knew I was always there." Huo Yun jumped out with a laugh.

"I knew it when you came."

"It's different when you're strong. I can't even hide my aura."

"In fact, you are already very strong."

"But the gap between us is still huge, isn't it?"

"That's different." Chen Huaian replied.

"What's the difference? Strong is strong, weak is weak."

After listening to this, Chen Huaian remained silent. His strength was given by the system, or rather, his cultivation was given by the system. Until now, he still didn't understand the existence of the system.

Seeing that Chen Huaian didn't say anything, Huo Yun continued, "There seems to be a hint of sadness and melancholy in your flute music. It seems that you are a person with a story."

"Everyone has their own story, right?" Chen Huaian replied, and he put away his flute. Huo Yun saw him put away his flute and quickly said;

"Hey, hey, hey, don't be in a hurry to collect it. I haven't heard enough yet. Can you play another song?" Huo Yun said like a girl next door.

There is not a trace of arrogance that belongs to a genius in her. She is just like a playful little girl.

"can."

As Chen Huaian spoke, he put the flute to his lips, and the melody of Wugui sounded again.

Huo Yun sat on a rock beside her, supporting her head with both hands, shaking her head gently, listening to Chen Huaian playing the music.

In the night, the breeze blew gently, Chen Huaian stood quietly, holding a flute, and melodious tunes flowed slowly.

The black cloth that bound his eyes fluttered gently in the wind. Next to him, Huo Yun, who was wearing a fiery red dress, listened quietly, like a blooming red lotus. The wind blew over them, quiet and faint.

The song was finished quickly, but Chen Huaian did not stop, but played it again.

He is enjoying it now. He likes this quiet atmosphere. He doesn't have to think about anything at this moment, as if everything has nothing to do with him.

But, the song always comes to an end. What is supposed to come will still come, and what should be thought about will still be thought about.

"It sounds good."

Huo Yun said with a smile, her beautiful face was so eye-catching even in the dark night.

However, Chen Huaian couldn’t see, nor would he deliberately release his spiritual sense to see. He already understood why his eyes could only see half a meter.

"Are you leaving?" Huo Yun asked suddenly.

"Yeah." Chen Huaian did not hide anything. He was about to leave. He already knew this world almost everything. Or rather, he was led to this world just to get the ancient black sword.

"Is that so?" Huo Yun didn't look disappointed at all. Her eyes were full of smiles as she just looked at Chen Huaian quietly...

(End of this chapter)