Urban Cultivation: The master who has overcome the tribulation is reborn

The sirens of the fire trucks from far to near were like piercing the sky shrouded in dark clouds, and also played a farewell melody for Deng Yong who threw himself into the sea of ​​​​fire without hesitation.

His fate was closed at this moment, as if he was born to belong to this fire, to the woman buried in the flames.

Deng Yong's body was like an accelerant, causing the already violent flames to explode like fireworks, leaping higher, farther, and hotter.

After a brief moment of confusion among the large crowd gathered at the corner of the road, various voices of discussion began to erupt.

At this moment, regardless of age or gender, everyone remembers the figure running toward the blazing flames.

Even though such a move was stupid and silly, there was no trace of doubt or irony in anyone's eyes.

It’s not doubtful that everyone understands Deng Yong’s heart and soul’s decision. It’s not ironic because such infatuation is rare in the world. It’s such a blessing to be able to witness it.

Deep down, no matter how stupid this behavior is, no one would say "this person is really stupid".

Life lasts only a hundred years, and there are not many things worthy of praise. The lotus that followed Xia Tian was definitely one of them.

Jiang Ran's eyes were far away and he could clearly see the scene where Deng Yong finally crashed into the flames.

Even though he has hundreds of years of experience, the number of people who have died in love is only a handful, and if the transformed demons are excluded, the number is almost zero.

Many monks will try their best to save their Taoist companions, but when the situation does not turn around, they will seek advantages and avoid disadvantages and choose to give up. Who would be willing to give up hundreds of years of life and die together?

What is even more incredible is what Deng Yong relied on to resist the heat and pain. Even if he had countless opportunities to turn back before jumping into the sea of ​​fire, he did not hesitate at all.

Jiang Ran just took in everything and understood that if Deng Yong had any regrets in his heart and his steps slowed down even for a moment, he would be grabbed by Acheng behind him.

This not only allows the emotions in the heart to be vented, but also gives a little motivation to live given by external forces.

It is not surprising that a person can make the choice to run into the sea of ​​​​fire when his blood is strong. If someone pulls him and persuades him, it will be extremely difficult to regain such courage.

Deng Yong didn't give Jiang Ran this feeling at all. The life force field he could glimpse was completely silent from beginning to end.

In other words, even if tens of millions of people tried to stop Deng Yong, they could not stop him from wanting to die.

Why exactly?Jiang Ran was in a state of confusion, feeling that his heart was beating so violently, but his soul sea remained calm.

Should I empathize with this?Jiang Ran frowned slightly. The sense of separation between his mortal heart and his spiritual soul made him feel like a pool of stagnant water without any ripples even if he had such thoughts.

Did Deng Yong die for love, for what he held in his heart, or both?

Jiang Ran's eyes reflected the orange-red color of the flames. The autumn wind blew violently, and the red skirt of Yan Yuqing beside him made a squeaking sound, constantly making a slapping sound as it slapped against his body.

Yan Yuqing, who was wearing a red dress, was standing beside Jiang Ran. She did not look into the young man's pensive eyes, but looked at the back of Li Tongni who hesitantly ran forward to help Ah Cheng fall to the ground.

Deep down in her heart, she should have felt sad about the death of Cao Jinshi, whom she had just fallen in love with, but when she saw Deng Yong's decisive figure running towards Cao Jinshi, she actually felt that such an ending might be more perfect than leaving one person alive.

What is meant by deep love and deep meaning, that's all.

It was a scene that Jiang Ran had rarely seen in hundreds of years, and it was even less likely that she had seen it in just over twenty years.

This scene struck Yan Yuqing's heart like a bell, making it unforgettable for her in this life.

"Mr. Jiang?"

After a long time, Yan Yuqing, whose hair was blown by the wind, finally came back to her senses. Looking at the fire truck that had arrived, traces of emotion filled her beautiful eyes. She turned her head to meet Jiang Ran's stunned gaze, and couldn't help but Slightly stunned.

"Yan Yuqing, I have clearly told Deng Yong that there is no possibility of rescuing Cao Jinshi. How could he give up his life and future for a dead person?"

"He has strong energy and a strong body. As long as he gets rid of his drug addiction, it is not a bad idea to live to be a hundred years old. Cao Jinshi only occupies a small period of his limited life. Why did he make such a choice?"

Jiang Ran's voice was still calm, but Yan Yuqing could hear deep confusion in it.

She was not surprised that Jiang Ran would ask such a question. After all, the other party was only 20 years old. Even though his martial arts talent was astonishing, he still had limited understanding of many things.

So does she.

But Yan Yuqing didn't shake her head and say something that I didn't understand. After all, as a woman, she had much more emotions than Jiang Ran, and she was more able to empathize with Deng Yong.

Although she couldn't see clearly into Deng Yong's mind and couldn't figure out what he was thinking at the last moment, she could still answer Jiang Ran's questions through her own feelings.

"The short period of time you mentioned is actually a false proposition."

Yan Yu's eyes flickered, her jade fingers passed through her hair, and her tone was soft.

"Even if Deng Yong can live 1000 years, for him, the more than [-] years from today will be something he has never experienced."

"Since he has never experienced it, how can he say that these more than [-] years are just a short period of time for him?"

When she mentioned this, she suddenly found that Jiang Ran's gaze, which had been elsewhere, suddenly turned to her face, and his eyes exuded an unusually bright light.

Yan Yuqing looked at those transparent eyes and felt a little nervous for no reason, as if her whole body was being seen through.

She averted her eyes for a moment before continuing to speak.

"For Deng Yong, apart from the period of ignorance during the past [-] years, all traces of Cao Jinshi's existence are present in his life."

"In these years, apart from how many years of ignorance, how much time is left after separating day and night, putting aside food and work? Cao Jinshi is not only his beloved, but also the echo and resonance of his life."

"There are thousands of good things in this world, but without Cao Jinshi, it means nothing."

Yan Yuqing looked at Ah Cheng, who was still in a daze and was being supported by Li Tongni as he walked closer. She sighed with a blue breath, and there was poetry in Tan's mouth.

"Ask what is love in the world? Just teach life and death."

"Thousands of miles of stratus clouds, thousands of mountains and evening snow, who does the shadow go to?"

The cold voice echoed on the noisy but silent road, but no one listened.

"The word love is the most difficult thing to understand in the world."

The expression in Yan Yu's eyes became even more desolate, and she turned her head slightly faintly, "Mr. Jiang, are you right?"

As her eyes fell on Jiang Ran's position, the desolation in her eyes instantly disappeared, turning into unconcealable astonishment.

The figure of Jiang Ran, whose eyes were burning just now, was nowhere to be seen beside him. There was only a wisp of autumn wind and slightly cool air.