Tian Yuan

Deep in Zhu Wulang's heart, he has always hidden a desire to escape from this mundane world, but unfortunately he does not have the talent for it, so he can only bury it deep in his heart and not pursue it.

Today, Chen Qingyuan's words ignited a spark of desire to pursue the path of Taoism in Zhu Wulang.

"It is indeed an opportunity, but once you agree, the pain you will have to endure will be far beyond your imagination. The torture of slow slicing in the mortal world is not even one thousandth of what you are about to face."

There are some things that Chen Qingyuan must say in advance.

"That's pretty scary."

As the ruler of a mortal dynasty, he was well aware of how painful the punishment of lingchi was. However, Zhu Wulang's face showed no fear or retreat, and was as calm as water.

"You and I are destined to be together. This time I return to Changjin State to give you a chance, and also to give me a chance."

Chen Qingyuan didn't want to hide it and planned to tell the truth.

"Give Brother Chen a chance, what do you mean by that?"

Hearing this, Zhu Wulang was puzzled. He turned around and spoke with noticeably stronger force.

"Use your body to prove my truth."

Based on his insights over the years, Chen Qingyuan actually has a general direction, but it is unverified and extremely risky.

Therefore, the purpose of this time is to find a predestined person, completely stabilize the position, find the right time, and restore the foundation.

It may succeed, or it may fail.

You have to try it and not just sit there and wait for death.

"It's an honor to be able to help Brother Chen."

The most helpless thing for Zhu Wulang in his life is that he cannot repay the kindness given to him by Chen Qingyuan.

After talking about this, he no longer hesitated and made a decision: "Brother Chen, I will cooperate with you no matter what you do."

"Don't rush to agree, think about it slowly."

Chen Qingyuan looked at him deeply, and was not in a hurry to implement the plan. His face was expressionless and his heart was as calm as water.

"I often think of the heavy rain a long time ago, which allowed me to escape the pursuit and opened a new chapter in my life."

As he was about to die, Zhu Wulang missed the past more and more, immersed in them, unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

"For many people, death is a relief. Meeting me has changed the trajectory of your life, but you will have to face problems that ordinary people cannot imagine, and you are destined to have no peace in your life."

Chen Qingyuan said.

"The relief that death brings is a way of escape. I don't understand it, but I respect it."

Zhu Wulang is very old, having lost the heroic spirit of his youth. His skin is dark and his face is full of wrinkles, but his eyes are particularly resolute and full of vicissitudes: "I am a stubborn person. If I really encounter a problem, I will work hard to solve it until the end of my life."

"He has a strong character and is a good candidate."

It can be seen that Zhu Wulang is not bragging about himself. He really has the courage to move forward and will not retreat because of the thorns ahead. This makes Chen Qingyuan couldn't help but give him praise.

"Brother Chen, I want to seize this opportunity. For the sake of your path, and for my life."

Zhu Wulang held the two wooden wheels tightly with both hands, and moved with all his strength. He faced Chen Qingyuan, stared at him with the most determined eyes, and made a decision.

They looked at each other in silence.

The gentle breeze blew the clothes and long hair of the two people.

The willow branches hanging over the lake swayed in the wind, creating ripples on the water. The invisible ripples seemed to reach the hearts of the two people, and although they were silent, they smiled at the same time.

"Okay." Chen Qingyuan nodded and said, "Whether it will succeed or not depends on our luck."

"Brother Chen, I have another question."

Zhu Wulang had a serious expression.

Chen Qingyuan looked at the scenery in the distance: "You say."

"Chen Liu, is that your real name?"

Zhu Wulang asked.

"What's wrong? Why do you want to ask this?"

Chen Qingyuan asked back.

"curious."

If he failed, Zhu Wulang would be dead, so he wanted to figure this out before he died, at least to remember the name of this noble person who appeared in his life, so that he would have no regrets.

"Chen Qingyuan."

As he spoke, Chen Qingyuan stretched out a finger and gestured to indicate the words.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Wulang repeated it many times in a low voice, remembering it firmly and not forgetting it. Then, he made a joke to ease the depressing atmosphere: "This name is much better than Chen Liu."

Chen Qingyuan raised the corners of his mouth and chuckled without saying anything.

As night falls, the temperature drops sharply.

With Zhu Wulang's current physical condition, he was completely unable to withstand the cold wind blowing from the lake, so he quickly came to the bedroom, where he felt much more comfortable.

As for Chen Qingyuan, he returned to his residence in the city.

Before leaving, he said, "I think your life span will end in half a year at most. When the time comes, I will come to find you. Use the remaining time to say goodbye to your family."

Zhu Wulang knew that he didn't have much time left, so he cherished every day that came his way.

In an elegant courtyard in the capital, Chen Qingyuan often fell into deep thought alone.

Seeing this, Tang Wan'er didn't dare to disturb him, and asked the old ox to keep his mouth shut when sleeping and not to snore.

He would close his eyes and think for a long time. When he woke up, he would walk to a tree in the yard, reach out to pick a leaf, feel the vitality on the leaf, and lower his eyes in silence.

That night, I sat in an ancient pavilion in the yard, drinking alone, with a lot on my mind.

Is this road feasible?

Chen Qingyuan didn’t know and could only do his best.

"Master, is there anything I can do?"

Out of concern, Tang Wan'er walked slowly to the outside of the ancient pavilion and asked.

"Don't worry, just practice well."

Chen Qingyuan looked back and a smile appeared on his face.

"Yes."

After the master said this, Tang Wan'er naturally said nothing more. She bowed and turned back to her room.

Sitting alone quietly, Chen Qingyuan began to review his past journey.

The ancient war resulted in Chen Qingyuan's death. At the critical moment, the girl in red grabbed a trace of his soul that was about to dissipate, and then trapped him in the abyss. It took a huge amount of effort to nourish him and gradually recover.

Nine reincarnations, reshaping the soul.

In the first few lives, he died before living many years, dying prematurely.

Later, only when the soul is gradually complete can one embark on spiritual practice.

Even if one is able to cultivate during a certain period of life, one will not be able to go very far, and will either die of old age or die in an accident.

It was not until this life that I could be considered truly successful.

"The life experienced by the remnant soul will never be complete."

Chen Qingyuan said to himself.

This time, the purpose is not only to plan a future for Zhu Wulang, but also to use it as a guide to touch the rhythm of reincarnation.

Half a year passed in a flash.

Zhu Wulang's life was almost coming to an end. He lay on the bed, dying.

All the relatives were standing around, with sad faces, sobbing and feeling very reluctant to let go.