different devil life

"alright."

Wang Zhong felt that he could no longer reject Wang Xiaorou.

On the one hand, if you keep refusing, how sad will it make the girl?

On the other hand, I don't want to be a beast.

So logically, Wang Zhong...

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Although the two are together, Wang Zhong did not announce it to the public. After all, in the eyes of outsiders, Tang Yi is now Master Tang. Outside, he has a lot of fans.

"This task, I didn't expect it to be very simple, and it was completed so quickly."

Five years later, Wang Zhong looked at his face in the mirror and was filled with emotion.

The bits and pieces of the past, like smoke and dust, drifted away in front of my eyes.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, kindness and resentment all disappear.

Today, he is Master Tang, and the Xianshan sect is no longer limited to Haidong City, but has martial arts halls all over the country, teaching people to practice martial arts.

The current Tang Yi is known as the father of martial arts, he invented the martial arts to fight against traditional martial arts.

In a blink of an eye, Wang Zhong was 35 years old.

It was also in this year that Ren Xiya finally found her true son, an executive of a foreign company.

Wang Zhong didn't know how they met, but he could feel that Ren Xiya had a good relationship with him.

The once delicate and savage girl finally found her belongings, and Wang Zhong blessed her from the bottom of her heart.

Good days are always short-lived.

Before you know it, another few years have passed.

This year, Chen Qin became seriously ill.

Chen Qin's health has not been very good, and she finally couldn't hold on this winter.

After Wang Zhong, Yang Jiajia, Wang Xiaorou, and Ren Xiya went to see her, Chen Qin returned with a smile.

"Honey, don't go..."

After Chen Qin died, Ren Zhong cried into tears.

"Father, people cannot be resurrected after death, you must take care of your health." Wang Zhong comforted Ren Zhong with grief from his heart.

Ren Xiya was also sobbing, but the dead cannot be brought back to life, so they could only hold back their grief and hold a grand funeral for Chen Qin.

Perhaps because he was too sad, Ren Zhong stopped exercising from now on, but just wandered around the courtyard at home with a cup of tea.

When Wang Zhong went to visit him occasionally, Ren Zhong pointed to the roses in the garden, just smiled from time to time: "Your mother has believed in Buddhism all her life, and she must have gone to the Lord Buddha's place when she left."

"Yes, I must go."

Wang Zhong sighed.

"Well, I must go, I must..."

Ren Zhong sat on his chair and slowly fell asleep.

The teacup in his hand dropped feebly.

After all, he never woke up again.

"Dad, why are you leaving too... woo woo woo!"

After Ren Xiya knew that her old father was gone, she burst into tears.

She desperately tugged on Wang Zhong's clothes, and asked, "How is it so good, my father is dead, woo woo."

Wang Zhong sighed: "It's a happy funeral for him, he passed away without any pain, we should be happy for him."

Later, under Wang Zhong's arrangement, he buried Ren Zhong next to Chen Qin, and planted many roses beside the grave.

"Mom and Dad, you are down there, you must be fine."

Looking at the two lonely graves, Wang Zhong, Ren Xiya and the others left here.

Parents are dead, there is no need for Ren Xiya to go home.

Three months later, Ren Xiya called Wang Zhong. She and her husband Danny were going to settle in a foreign country.

"Xia, a foreign country is no better than home. If life is uncomfortable, don't wrong yourself."

Wang Zhong comforted Ren Xiya and said.

"Well, brother, you should also be well. If you need anything, call me."

Chapter 286 I'll Go First (Subscribe)

Ren Xiya finally went abroad.

When leaving, Wang Zhong drove them to the airport.

In the following days, apart from teaching his disciples how to practice, Wang Zhong stayed at home with his family.

In order to better impart the knowledge of spells, at the end of every month, he will give a lecture in the square of Haidong City, telling everyone the true meaning of spells.

Every day, Wang Zhong lived a very fulfilling life.

It's just that as the days passed, Wang Zhong suddenly felt some pain in his face.

This pain is a real pain. He feels that there seems to be something wrong with his birthmark.

At the age of 47, Wang Zhong went to the hospital for a checkup.

"You, it's skin cancer." The doctor looked at Wang Zhong deeply, pointed to the content of the examination report, and said, "Your birthmark belongs to a kind of diseased tissue, and it has completely exploded now, forming skin cancer."

"Then how should we treat it?" Yang Jiajia asked nervously.

The doctor shook his head heavily: "It's not curable, it's already at an advanced stage, and the cancer cells have already entered the lymph..."

"Pfft!"

Wang Zhong sat back on the chair, and suddenly, he smiled.

Unexpectedly, he defeated his own life and his former enemy, but in the end, he fell on the illness.

He didn't know how he came back. Once he came back, both Yang Jiajia and Wang Xiaorou nervously contacted well-known doctors at home and abroad, wanting to treat Wang Zhong's illness.

"No, there is no cure for this disease."

In the end, Wang Zhong didn't let them mess around.

"Wuuuuu, Brother Tang, the doctor must have made a mistake in the examination. Shall we check again?" Wang Xiaorou cried.

Wang Zhong shook his head slightly, looked at Wang Xiaorou and Yang Jiajia, who were also in their 40s, and said with a smile, "This is fate. I have lived for so long, so I am content."

"Husband." Yang Jiajia couldn't help but shed tears.

Although Wang Zhong was sad, he was also very grateful in his heart.

Although his life is not long, at least Yang Jiajia and Wang Xiaorou can depend on each other.

This can be regarded as a good ending.

Wang Zhong did not hide his illness. Soon, everyone outside knew that Grandmaster Tang Yi was ill.

"Why, why is this happening!" After someone got the news, they looked up to the sky and roared angrily.

"Master, I will definitely find the best doctor to treat you." A loyal disciple cried and cried.

"Good boy."

Wang Zhong didn't say anything, he knew that his disease was beyond cure.

Although he was ill, he still insisted on preaching at the end of every month, teaching people how to use spells.

Because of his teachings, those who know how to practice Kungfu learn quickly.

On this day, Wang Zhong had just finished his sermon when an old man in a wheelchair was pushed over by a middle-aged woman.

Seeing this old man, Wang Zhong instinctively felt that this person was very familiar.

But he didn't think much about it, but sighed with emotion that at such an old age, he actually came here to learn Kung Fu.

He walked over and said with a smile: "Old man, is there anything you don't understand about spells?"

The old man just looked at Wang Zhong and didn't speak.

"What happened to her?" Wang Chong asked the middle-aged woman.

"This is my mother. I don't know what's going on. Every time I see Master Tang on TV, my mother always cries. These days, she is not in good health and doesn't eat much. She didn't expect to see you. She just ate, and said let's push her over to see you." The middle-aged woman explained.

Wang Zhong's heart moved, and he looked at the old man carefully, and the old man also looked at Wang Zhong, with tears dripping from the corners of her eyes.

"I'm sorry." The old man stretched out his hand, wanting to touch Wang Zhong's face.

But Wang Zhong didn't approach her, just watched calmly.

At this time, Wang Zhong also understood who this old man was.

In the past, he had thought countless times what it would be like when he met his mother who had abandoned him again.

Would he scold her, or even beat her?

Wang Zhong didn't know, but at this moment he understood.

Everything is let go.

The past is like wind, who can tell the truth of the past.

Maybe, if his mother hadn't abandoned him, he would have had a worse life, maybe that's it.

"Let it go, let's have a good time."

Wang Zhong whispered to the old lady.

The old lady opened her mouth, as if a thousand words were stuck in her throat, but she couldn't speak.

Finally, the old lady murmured, "I'm sorry... sorry."

"Mom, what's wrong with you?"

The middle-aged woman asked curiously.

It can be seen that the old lady has never said anything to her family.

"Is she not able to speak much now?" Wang Chong asked the middle-aged woman.

"Well, my mother has Alzheimer's disease, and her body has gradually become less mobile since last year."

The middle-aged woman seemed a little sad, and sighed: "My mother was really strong when she was young. She had a boyfriend at the beginning, but she abandoned her. After that, she started a business by herself, and then she married my current boss. Dad, it's a pity that our father died early, and my mother worked hard to raise us alone."

"Well, it's really hard." Wang Zhong said truthfully: "Treat her well, it's not easy for her."

"Yes, Master Tang." The woman nodded slightly, and pushed the old lady away.

From then on, whenever Wang Zhong preached, Wang Zhong could see the figure of the old lady sitting on a cart in the crowd.

A year later, Wang Zhong was never seen again.

And he himself finally couldn't walk.

"I can't do it anymore. From now on, you two, live a good life."

Looking at Yang Jiajia and Wang Xiaorou in front of the hospital bed, Wang Zhong sighed softly.

His two sons stood aside and cried into tears.

"Brother." At this time, Ren Xiya also ran in from the outside.

Knowing that Wang was seriously ill, Ren Xiya also came back from abroad.

"Xiya." Wang Zhong smiled, "Don't cry, in my impression, you are the most cheerful one."

"Woooooh, but...but you are my brother."

Ren Xiya wept bitterly and became incoherent.

"Miss Xiao is here." At this time, the housekeeper outside said.