————Replace immediately. Replace immediately. Come back after two o’clock——
How come a good person suddenly disappears after saying goodbye?
What was he going to do? Isn’t it just a different spiritual journey? Lan Lan felt that the rational string in her mind was crumbling.
However, no matter how much he inquired, he had no way of knowing the situation on Shangzong's side. Whether it is the leader or anyone else he knows, they all say that all those who are practicing in the Shangzong will be well on their own from now on, and the Wuhua Sect will not interfere too much.
Even the leader and others do not have the specific contact information of the Supreme Sect, and there is no way to verify the safety of an insignificant young disciple.
And since there were records in sect history, there are almost no records of disciples returning. The two sects are obviously so closely connected, but the two sections are like a long scale. The tops of the two sections are missing and cannot be aligned, so the true appearance of the opposite side cannot be seen clearly.
In other words, Yuan Heng will probably never know how his poor student died or take him home for the rest of his life.
From this, Taojun Yuanheng wanted to explore this obvious and difficult matter for the second time. But what can he do? Even though he had the cultivation level of Nascent Soul Lord at that time, he was still not qualified to touch such secrets of the sect.
Without a serious teacher, he had no way to turn to him. Instead, he could go to the Great Reverend. He still had some friendship with the other party, but thinking about how hard he had rejected the other party before, he had no shame in asking for help now. Besides, the Great Venerable is in seclusion for an uncertain period of time, so even if he looks for someone, he may not be able to find him.
He really had no way to ask for help.
Daojun Yuanheng had no choice but to explore his old place again, hoping to find some clues. The timing of meeting the Great Venerable at the sect's old site that day was so coincidental that he would still think of it from time to time for hundreds of years after that. He intuitively felt that he must have touched a corner of the truth that night, but the appearance of the Great Master that night gave him a moment of rest.
Lan Lan is such an understanding person, so he can naturally see the unspoken warning of the Great Master. If the other party doesn't want him to know, then he just doesn't know, or he will know one day.
But this time he really couldn't wait any longer.
He felt that his recent practice was getting slower and slower, as if something was pressing heavily on him, forming a shackle that was difficult to break free from. His steps were getting heavier and heavier, and he didn't know the sun and the moon. But he knew that he couldn't stop at this moment. If he stopped, it would be the real abyss.
Nothing goes smoothly.
The child's death, the confusing Shang Zong, and the increasingly sluggish practice... made Yuan Heng feel more and more uneasy. He began to become impatient, unwilling to get rid of the shackles that seemed to be pressing down from the sky, but he couldn't find the way.
In the end, Lan Lan thought of what he vaguely saw at the sect's old site many years ago. Finally, he couldn't help but use the merit points accumulated over the years to go to the old site.
The old site of the sect has long been abandoned, but due to the historical events involved, the Wuhua Sect has always sent people to carefully guard and guard it, and does not allow others to enter and destroy it easily. It was completely damaged there, but there was an old library there, which was rarely affected because of its offset location.
Later, I asked the Wuhua Sect to sort it out, clean up most of the books, and fill in some books. Now it has become a dedicated scripture collection pavilion of the Wuhua Sect, exclusively for the use of high-level monks in the sect.
The collection of books in the Library Pavilion is of extraordinary quality, and the merit points required to apply to enter this Library Pavilion are quite high. Even the high-ranking monks in the sect will not come here easily.
It was especially quiet when Lan Lan left that day. Except for the unfathomable elder guarding the door, there seemed to be no one else.
He paid more attention and ran directly to the corner where he found it, intending to see the truth that he had not had time to see a hundred years ago.
To his surprise, there was a person waiting there, an unexpected but expected person.
Looking at the great venerable, and then at the broken bamboo slips held in his hands, he felt convinced... Sure enough.
Sure enough, what he gave up that night was the truth that he had been obsessed with all these years. The other party didn't seem surprised to see him, he just sighed.
Lan Lan immediately knew why the library was so quiet today, and why this person happened to be waiting for him here. It was probably because... he had already made arrangements.
It was also on that night that Yuan Heng learned the secrets of the Xuantian Sword Sect and the Wuhua Sect, the truth about the southeastern border, and many things he had never thought of.
Only then did Yuan Heng realize that the sky he had seen in the past hundreds of years was all false, false, and would shatter at a touch. He has never had the opportunity to touch the real world, and probably will never have this opportunity in his lifetime.
After that, Lan Lan never pursued the matter of Shangzong again, nor did he check what happened to the poor young disciple. The child had no father or mother, so he built a small tomb for him near his cave.
It was a pity that the child didn't have much left in the sect. The other Taoist priest Yuan Heng felt that it was not dignified, so he took the schoolwork materials that the other party left with him and buried him instead. There is also the other party's immature but very serious handwriting on it, just like before they first met a few years ago.
Yuan Heng was not too sad. He has been practicing for many years, and has experienced countless joys and sorrows. He has sent many people away, and he has also seen away many people, including many people he was close to and had been close to before.
He felt that he was probably still a little sad. After all, that child was so young and full of longing, but he passed away before his prime. How sad——
After the incident was over, he left the sect and practiced outside for a long time. Until hundreds of years ago, he had to return to the sect to practice in seclusion due to difficulty in making progress.
At this point, Lan Lan finally reluctantly accepted his fate, until he was awakened again ten years ago and came out of seclusion... and then met these children.
Several years passed in the blink of an eye.
Even though they were children, they were only children compared to him in terms of their age. Each of them grew up at an incredibly fast speed. Although it made him extremely happy, it also reminded people of the hardships they suffered more than ordinary disciples.
especially--
Ningxia. It can be said that she is the youngest one under his knee, and the one who is also the least carefree. Even though she is well-behaved enough, her ability to cause trouble far outweighs her own worry-free temperament.
Normally, he would not be worried. Under his wings, Ningxia's safety could at least be basically guaranteed. But what if it was out of his sight?
Originally, Daojun Yuanheng would not worry about such a fearless and meaningless issue, but the changes coming from the Xuantian Sword Sect on the other side of China aroused his vigilance and worry.
In such a chaotic situation, such a coincidence... it always reminds people of those unpleasant past events.
