Chapter 586 His Choice



Zhou Ping's body trembled slightly, and he looked into Zuo Qing's eyes.

Zuo Qing cleared his throat and said slowly in Ye Fan's tone: "Zhou Ping, you don't need to feel guilty or sorry for me. Exchanging lives is a decision I made on my own initiative, and you don't have to take any responsibility for it.

After I die, Zuo Qing will block the news of my life-changing death and claim to the outside world that I have achieved enlightenment through self-reflection. No one will know that you are still alive, no one will pay attention to you, and no one will force you to fulfill any so-called duties.

You have died once for me and for Daxia. Now I will return my life to you. You can choose to be yourself and live the life you want.

In this life, you are no longer the Sword Saint of Great Xia, and you don’t have to live for anyone.

You can stay in that local restaurant and be a waiter, or find a kind and gentle woman and get married and start a family. You can do whatever you want...

If one day, Daxia really encounters a crisis of extinction, perhaps you can help it within your ability...if you are willing."

After Zuo Qing finished speaking, Zhou Ping lowered his head and fell silent.

Zuo Qing didn't say anything else, but just lowered his head and ate silently. When he had finished all the food and rice in the bowl, he left some money on the table and slowly stood up.

"I have brought Ye Fan's words to you. I won't bother you again. Goodbye."

After saying that, Zuo Qing turned around, pushed open the door of the restaurant, and disappeared into the alley.

Zhou Ping looked at the empty plates and bowls in front of him. He didn't get up to clean them up. He just sat there quietly, lost in thought.

He didn't expect that he would come back in this form, and he didn't expect that Ye Fan would sacrifice his life to save him.

When he learned what happened from the mouths of several heroes, he felt that his whole brain turned into a mess and he felt indescribably uncomfortable in his heart... Sacrificing Ye Fan in exchange for his life, this was not what he wanted.

But, everything has already happened.

Zhou Ping's mind is very confused now.

The wafting aroma of food suddenly penetrated his nostrils, pulling his chaotic thoughts back to square one. He turned around and saw his third uncle standing beside him, holding two dishes and a soup.

"Third uncle..." Zhou Ping said blankly.

Third uncle calmly placed the dishes on the table in front of him, handed him a pair of chopsticks, then sat down in the seat opposite him, holding the old cadre's teacup and gently blew away the hot steam rising from the cup.

"Eat, you've been away from home for so long, you must be missing home-cooked food, right?" he said with a smile.

Zhou Ping stared at the steaming dishes in front of him, a little dazed. He held the chopsticks and nodded slightly.

"Um."

"Eat more."

"good."

Zhou Ping picked up a few dishes with chopsticks and started eating.

Familiar environment, familiar people, familiar smells... For a moment, Zhou Ping even felt like he had returned to a few months ago, when the days were peaceful and quiet.

"Are you tired after being busy outside for so long?" Third Uncle looked at Zhou Ping and asked.

"……tired."

"The world outside is always more tiring than home." Uncle San paused, "So, do you still want to go back?"

Zhou Ping's hand that was picking up the food paused slightly.

"I... don't know." He said bitterly.

Uncle San held the teacup, looked at him for a long time, and grinned.

"Actually, Third Uncle has already planned your future path.

You are quiet and clumsy at cooking, so you probably won’t be able to inherit this restaurant in the future... My third uncle has already thought about it. When I make enough money and this restaurant is about to fail, we will sell it and buy two small houses of 100 square meters in the suburbs.

One set for you to marry a wife, and one set for me to take care of in my old age.

Now that you have a house, you can work wherever you want, or change to another place to be a waiter. It's all up to you. You don't need to earn too much money. Xijin is not a big city. It's enough to earn enough to spend and marry a wife.

When the time comes, your third uncle will go find those matchmakers in our village to find a wife for you. She doesn't have to be too pretty, but she must be virtuous, able to take care of you, and filial. After all, I, your third uncle, don't have any children, so when I'm old and alone, I can only count on you two.

In a few years, when I am alone at home, I will cook a few dishes when I have nothing to do, and then go next door to find you two with some roast chicken and beer. We will have a drink and chat together, and I can help take care of your children at the same time. Isn’t that comfortable?

We don’t want to make a lot of money or stand out, we just want to live our lives in peace and stability…”

While eating his food, Zhou Ping imagined the future described by his third uncle, and a smile appeared faintly at the corner of his mouth.

Uncle San drank a sip of tea and continued:

“It’s normal for young people to feel confused when they encounter something. It always takes time to calm down and think, but the most important thing is to ask yourself.

What I just said are just my own fantasies. You are already that old, and you don’t need to be bound by my ideas anymore. You still have to walk your own path in the future.

If you want to stay and live a peaceful life, my third uncle can ensure that you will not be wronged in this city;

If you want to leave and make a living outside, Third Uncle may not be able to help you, but when you get tired and come back here... Third Uncle can still make all the arrangements for you."

Holding the old cadre's teacup, my third uncle spoke confidently, as if at this moment he was no longer the owner of a small restaurant, but a big shot who had the power to control everything in Xijin City.

Zhou Ping finished all the food and put down his chopsticks. For some reason, his eyes were a little moist.

He raised his head and looked at the sky outside the door, with a complex look in his eyes.

My heart...

He stretched out his hand and placed it gently on his chest, as if asking himself what kind of life he really wanted?

Is to settle down in the suburbs, marry and have children, and live a peaceful life.

still……

At this moment, many images flashed through his mind.

In the dim underground garage, those people stood behind him, bowed deeply, and said in unison, "Please ask the Great Xia Sword Saint to slay the gods";

In the mist, Lin Qiye and others rode the clouds and shuttled in front of the two gods, smiling and telling him that there was no need to doubt or be afraid, because he was the one who walked at the forefront of mankind;

In the grand and majestic Buddhist temple, the golden Buddha body sitting on the ground looked at the black coffin, smiling without saying a word...

In his chest, the glass-colored heart was beating powerfully. This body built for him, which could bear the power of the law, trembled slightly with the beating of the glass heart, as if expecting something.

After a moment, Zhou Ping's eyes gradually brightened.

His heart, his body, his laws, and his sword... All of these things existed not so that he could hide in the suburbs and live out the rest of his life in silence.

Everything about him was born to slay gods.

If you just bury your head in the ground, ignoring the crises that are imminent, and want to live your life alone...what's the difference between this and escaping reality?

His sword heart and his god-slaying body would not agree to that.


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