In the end, the two parted ways.
That day, the sunset was particularly beautiful, with red clouds covering the sky and dyeing the earth blood red.
Su Chen was also preparing to leave Pingyang City. For him, Pingyang City had a different position in his heart. He would always remember this city and Ning Yan.
Ning Yan's beauty is not really stunning, and is even inferior to Lin Yimeng's, but she is the woman who impressed Su Chen the most.
And he also firmly believed that the two would meet again in the future.
Just as Su Chen was about to leave Pingyang City, he suddenly heard loud crying in the distance, and there were people surrounding him.
He turned his head and suddenly raised his eyebrows.
In the center of the group were the two Taoist priests he had met before, and the person who was crying was the disciple of Master Zi Yang.
His disciple was like a spoiled child, crying and making a fuss on the ground.
However, Master Zi Yang's face was filled with solemnity. He sensed the Daoist aura flowing through his disciple's body. This was the critical moment to kill the corpse, otherwise there would not be such a huge emotional fluctuation.
The passersby around were also shocked to see the old Taoist crying non-stop.
However, this kind of thing was new to see, and the crowd soon dispersed.
Su Chen walked up slowly, and True Man Zi Yang immediately noticed Su Chen. He bowed slightly to greet him.
"We meet again."
Su Chen found a step a few meters away from Zi Yang Zhenren and sat down. He looked at the old Taoist calmly and then said:
"To kill the corpse, one needs to find the thing that is most obsessed with them. Your disciple stopped in Pingyang City. It seems that this is the opportunity."
Hearing this, Master Zi Yang sighed helplessly. He glanced at the old Taoist priest, and the worry on his face became even more intense.
"Unfortunately, it's difficult!"
"Before my disciple became my disciple, he was just an ordinary person in Pingyang City. At that time, he fell in love with a woman, but she was a daughter of a high-ranking family."
"Although the two were very much in love, they still didn't end up together. In the end, the woman was forced by her family to marry another man."
Su Chen frowned and asked curiously, "Where is this woman?"
“Dead!”
True Man Zi Yang shook his head and sighed, "Both that woman and the family behind her have been annihilated. This happened ten thousand years ago."
a thousand years!
Su Chen frowned immediately. Doesn’t that mean Pingyang City has existed for ten thousand years?
Does Pingyang City have such a long history?
But this is normal. In this world, ten thousand years is not particularly long.
It's just like the saying that dynasties are transient but the kingdoms remain permanent.
Compared with ten thousand years ago, the forces in Pingyang City may have changed one after another.
Zi Yang Zhenren said helplessly: "The person who tied the bell can only untie it. Without someone to untie it, my disciple will never be able to get over the hurdle in his heart."
"This beheaded corpse is dangerous."
After hearing this, Su Chen fell silent. It seemed that this was indeed a bit difficult.
He looked towards the old Taoist priest, and at this moment the Dao rhyme fluctuations on his body began to fluctuate violently.
It was obvious that he would fail if he continued to develop.
True Man Zi Yang sat on the ground helplessly. He had invested a lot of effort in this disciple and regarded him as his only relative.
Now that he saw his disciple was about to die, he felt very uncomfortable.
Even if you fail to kill the corpse, your intelligence will be completely gone and you will become an idiot, but in fact it is no different from being dead.
Isn't this just like a body without a soul?
Time passed minute by minute, and the old Taoist stopped crying. He sat on the ground with a blank look in his eyes, and his expression was a little dull.
If he continued like this, he would definitely not be able to successfully kill the corpse.
True Man Zi Yang looked at the sky, and his eyes became somewhat sad.
After practicing Taoism for countless years, almost all of his friends, relatives and clansmen have died.
His disciple can be said to be his only relative in this world.
And now, he had to watch the people close to him slowly die.
For a moment, endless sadness surged in Zi Yang Zhenren's heart. Although he looked extremely young, at this moment he looked like an old and powerless man.
True Man Zi Yang gave a bitter laugh and questioned himself: "What is the purpose of practicing Taoism?"
Su Chen also fell silent.
There are actually many purposes for practicing Taoism. Some people simply like to practice and want to pursue more powerful cultivation.
But most people are not so pure. Most of these people practice cultivation for their relatives and clansmen, to protect the people around them, or to make them live a happy and healthy life.
There is actually nothing wrong with either.
But it is obvious that the former are more likely to go further on the path of cultivation because their heart of Taoism is purer.
Of course, there are exceptions to everything.
Sometimes the power of love is infinite, and it can burst out with amazing power, so Su Chen feels that there is actually no difference between the two.
It can be seen from Master Zi Yang's face that he is very confused. Obviously, he is not the kind of person who simply likes to practice Taoism. He is more inclined to the latter.
A person practices Taoism for the sake of his relatives, but now that his relatives are about to pass away, it is normal for him to become a little confused.
Su Chen stood up slowly and said calmly:
"Meeting is fate. If that's the case, then I'll give you a chance."
As soon as he finished speaking, the originally chaotic Taoist rhyme on the old Taoist's body became solid again, and his aura was much stronger than before.
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