Rise of Qinglian

This is not to say that other Nascent Soul monks are selfless, but that Wang Mingren's path has gone astray. For the sake of immortality, other monks practice hard, assess the situation, and move forward cautiously. Wang Mingren benefits himself at the expense of others and does not hesitate to sacrifice for his own path. Sacrificing other people's path may not necessarily be what he thinks in his heart, but he does, and his path has gone astray.

Throughout Wang Mingren's life, it can be said that it was smooth sailing. When he encountered difficulties, he relied on the strength of others to get through it. Even if it affected the path of his relatives, he would not change his mind.

The black thunderclouds above the red peak rolled violently and suddenly dispersed, and the five-colored light spots in the void also disappeared one after another, as if they had never appeared.

Xu Zihua's heart tightened, and he quickly jumped towards Wang Mingren's residence, with Ximen Feng following closely behind.

Soon, they saw Wang Mingren, who was white-haired and wrinkled. His breath was weak and weak.

Xu Zihua sighed lightly, and quickly took out a golden wooden box and opened it. Inside was a pill that exuded a strange fragrance, which was the Sanyuan Heart-Proofing Pill.

"Master and Uncle Li asked for this Three-Yuan Heart-Protecting Pill. You should quickly take the Three-Yuan Heart-Protecting Pill and nurse your injuries back. You can still live for a few years."

Wang Mingren waved his hand and shook his head: "Master, the Three Yuan Heart Protection Pill is too precious. There is no need to waste it on me. I owe you so much, as well as my relatives and Xiang'er. I owe so much to others in my life." If there is too much, I won’t be able to pay it back in this life. If there is an afterlife, I will work as a cow and a horse to repay the kindness of my master and the kindness of my relatives.”

His tone was weak and he looked very weak.

"Husband, please stop talking and take the Three-Yuan Heart-Protecting Pill first. I will go back and ask Changsheng and the others for help. I will definitely find a panacea to save you."

Ximen Feng choked, grabbed the Sanyuan Heart Protecting Pill, and was about to stuff it into Wang Mingren's mouth.

Wang Mingren smiled bitterly and said: "In my life, I owe the most to my relatives and masters. I ask myself, how much have I helped them? How much have they helped me? The inner demon is right. I pay too much attention to the pros and cons when doing things, and ignore them. To express the feelings of those who love me, madam, I can’t survive anymore. You can take care of my master for me, discipline Changjie, apologize to Xiang’er for me, and my family. After I die, send my ashes back to the family. The baby spirit object is also sent back to the family, remember, no merit points are required, I also want to be selfless."

"Akihito, stop talking. It's all because you are a bad teacher. If you weren't a teacher, you wouldn't be where you are today. As a teacher, go to Master Li and ask him to extend your life."

Xu Zihua choked with tears, his face full of tears.

Wang Mingren was brought up by him, and he was both his teacher and his father.

Wang Mingren and Xu Zihua were so similar when they were young, but their endings in their later years were completely different from Xu Zihua's.

Wang Mingren quickly grabbed the corner of Xu Zihua's clothes and shouted: "Master, please, my disciple owes you too much. I don't want to trouble you anymore. Besides, I won't live long..."

"Fart, I am your master, you listen to me..."

Xu Zihua roared, his eyes red.

"Master, please, please grant this disciple's wish! I have been asking for others all my life, but I have not given much to others. I hope I can make some amends before I die. It is useless to linger for several years. The road is ruthless, and I don’t blame others for the path I choose.”

Wang Mingren shook his head at Ximen Feng, as if to express something.

Ximen Feng knelt down and choked with sobs: "Master, this is my husband's wish, please grant him!"

Xu Zihua took a deep breath, wiped his tears, nodded, and agreed.

In fact, when the birth of a baby failed, there were very few panaceas that could extend life and were very precious. Xu Zihua knelt outside the cave of the Yuanying monk for ten years before he got this three-yuan heart-protecting pill. If it weren't for Wang Mingren, Xu Zihua would Absolutely not.

Even if there is a life-extending pill, Wang Mingren will only live a few more years.

"Madam, I leave my funeral arrangements to you. You can take care of Changjie if you can. And Master, I owe you a lot. If there is an afterlife, I will definitely repay you."

Ximenfeng's tears couldn't stop flowing out, wetting her clothes, and she choked with sobs: "Stop talking, husband, this is what I should do. We are husband and wife, we have nothing to owe."

Wang Mingren grasped Ximen Feng's arm tightly with both hands and said in a deep voice: "Madam, apologize to Changsheng, Ruyan, Qingshan, Qingling and Qiu Ming for me. If there is a chance, we must find out the three attacks on our family. Who is the murderer in the stronghold? I owe the family a lot, so I’ll leave it to you."

"I will, please stop talking, husband, and have a good rest."

Wang Mingren's vision blurred, and past events appeared in his mind like a fleeting glance.

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In a secluded courtyard, Wang Changsheng was teaching Wang Mingren how to refine weapons.

"Uncle Mingren, our family is founded on weapon refining, you can learn from it."

"I will study hard, and I will become the most powerful weapon refiner in my family in the future."

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"From today on, you are my disciple, Xu Zihua, and I will give you this magic weapon! You must practice diligently in the future and never slacken your practice."

"Yes, master."

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"Husband, I have a bad temper. Please be more tolerant."

"Madam, we are husband and wife, I will tolerate you more."

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There was a slight sound of footsteps, and Chen Xiang'er walked in.

She looked at Wang Mingren, who had white hair and wrinkles on his face, with a very complicated mood.

When Wang Mingren saw Chen Xiang'er, he became very excited and said in a hoarse tone: "Xiang'er, I'm sorry, I was wrong."

His eyes were full of regret, and he stared at Chen Xiang'er.

He felt a wave of sleepiness coming over him, and his eyelids became very heavy. He gritted his teeth and his eyes were bloodshot, as if he was waiting for something.

"Senior Sister Chen, my husband knows he was wrong. For the sake of past friendship, forgive him! Don't let him pass away with regrets."

Ximen Feng begged.

Chen Xiang'er took a deep breath and said calmly: "To be honest, I wanted to cut you into pieces, but now, I have changed my mind and I forgive you."

"Thanks."

Wang Mingren's voice was like a gnat, he loosened his hands and closed his eyes.

Ximen Feng howled and cried, a few tears spilled from the corners of Chen Xiang'er's eyes, and Xu Zihua sighed.

Seven days later, Ximen Feng and Chen Xiang'er opened a mourning hall to pay homage to Wang Mingren.

Wang Mingren owed a lot to his relatives, Taoist companions and mentors, but he had a wide range of friends and never treated his friends badly. There were as many as a thousand Taiyi Immortal Sect disciples who came to worship Wang Mingren, from Qi Refining monks to Nascent Soul monks. All.