Wang Ping's eyes widened and he looked at this scene in disbelief. He blinked subconsciously. After confirming that it was not his hallucination, he quickly stepped forward and raised his voice:
"Brother Yuan, you are back!"
Turning over and dismounting, Chen Yuan walked to Wang Ping with a smile on his face, patted his shoulder and said:
"You have lost a lot of weight. Do you often run to Yanyu Tower?"
Hearing this, Wang Ping looked a little embarrassed. When Chen Yuan left, he had secretly set a goal for himself, but he couldn't hold on after only a few months.
When he was arrested, the bad atmosphere outside hit his face, making him even more unable to control himself. He was considered the number one person in this small Ping'an County, and many people asked him to do things.
Not to mention that because of Chen Yuan, even the county magistrate and county captain were unwilling to provoke him.
Of course, Wang Ping is essentially self-aware. He never does anything wrong in the name of Chen Yuan, and everything he does on a daily basis is within the rules.
The county captain had previously hinted that he should go to Nanling Mansion to deal with Chen Yuan, but he refused directly, pretending not to know.
He knew in his heart that Brother Yuan was someone who did big things, and he was just an ordinary person. He could forget about it if he couldn't be of any help. He must not cause any trouble to him.
There is a limit to human friendship, and once it is used up, it is really over.
Although Chen Yuan is now famous and powerful, Wang Ping still feels that Chen Yuan is still the brother Yuan he used to go shopping with... and he wants to keep that 'pure' friendship.
That's why he often mentioned Chen Yuan, just to warn himself to be cautious in everything...
"I don't go there often, just every now and then." Wang Ping chuckled. He didn't have the power of a county-level arrester, but he seemed to be back to the time when he followed Chen Yuan as a follower.
"Okay, it's more moist than my days."
Chen Yuan made fun of it without any hesitation.
"Brother Yuan, why are you here this time?"
"Passing by, I came to see you and Mr. Zhao." After saying that, Chen Yuan waved to Yue Shan and others:
"You go and stay at any inn you want, you don't have to follow me."
Yueshan Yan Qing and Mo Donghe looked at each other, nodded, and said in unison:
"I humble my duty and obey my orders."
"You also leave, let's leave the matter of Yanyu Tower for another day." Wang Ping told the police officers behind him.
"Yes, I obey."
"I obey my orders."
The somewhat dazed detectives quickly turned around and left. As they walked, some looked back and whispered:
"That's the good brother that Mr. Wang often mentions, Chen Yuan, right?"
"That's him, didn't you hear him say Brother Yuan?"
"This is this person. I have seen him several times before when I was on duty in the prison cell. It is said that this person is no longer what he used to be. Even the county captain has to call himself a subordinate and grovel when he sees him."
"I heard that he was a police officer like us a year ago. Why do you think the gap is so big?"
"This is real gold for you, and you will become a big shot sooner or later. We are just little lumps of clay, we are different..."
"That's what a real man should do."
"Okay, okay, hurry up and leave. We haven't finished our patrol today yet."
...
...
Walking on the streets in the north of the city, everything still looked familiar. Chen Yuan and Wang Ping were telling some gossip. Wang Ping was doing most of the talking while he listened.
There was no way, the gap between him and Wang Ping was too big, even if he said it, he wouldn't understand.
Although they had been apart for more than half a year, there was no barrier between them, just like yesterday.
In Wang Ping's story, Chen Yuan also learned about some subsequent situations in Ping'an County. Generally speaking, it was nothing, except that a new county captain had been appointed.
Then Wang Ping worked hard, and with the support of Chen Yuan, martial arts progressed rapidly, and he ascended to the head-catching position that had been vacant before. Wang Ping said,
The position of arresting the head seems to have been specially reserved for him by the county magistrate Wu Qingfeng.
As they walked, Chen Yuan and Chen Yuan arrived at the previous Zhou Ji Baozi Shop, but now it was no longer the familiar person before, but a different person. Chen Yuan pointed to the door plaque and said:
"Where are Uncle Zhou and the others?"
Although he has left, Wang Ping is still there. The Zhou family should not be bullied, and there should be something hidden inside.
Wang Ping: "After you left, Brother Yuan, Uncle Zhou and the others left Ping'an County, saying they were going to join a relative. I told them it would be fine as long as I was there, but... they still left without saying goodbye. "
After sighing, Wang Ping looked at Chen Yuan's profile and added another sentence in his mind.
"Maybe... Xiaofang also knows that we can't wait."
Nodding, Chen Yuan didn't ask any more questions.
Again, the former young catcher was suitable for Xiaofang, but now Mr. Chen is no longer suitable. It's not that Chen Yuan looked down on the two civilians.
But...
The gap between them is too big. As he practices martial arts, Chen Yuan will definitely offend his enemies. How can two ordinary people resist?
Just like Gu Chun's interception this time, even he didn't have much power to resist, let alone them?
Chen Yuan's goal is to pursue immortality, and he must cut off all the love between his children. Do you want him to watch the other person grow old... and eventually turn into a handful of dust?
Also, and the most important reason is that Chen Yuan, who came from time travel, has changed his mind. He does not have that kind of admiration for Xiaofang.
It's better to leave now, at least they won't be implicated if something happens in the future...
Continuing walking, Chen Yuan came to the door of Chen's courtyard. There was a brand new copper lock hanging on it. Wang Ping took out a key from his arms, opened the lock, then opened the door and walked in.
The courtyard is clean and tidy, as if Chen Yuan still lived here.
Chen Yuan looked around, and a familiar feeling suddenly arose. He couldn't put it in words, but it felt very special.
Seeing Chen Yuan's actions, Wang Ping stepped forward and opened the door, muttering:
"I come to clean it every few days. I know that Brother Yuan attaches great importance to the courtyard at home and has never let outsiders come..."
Before leaving, Chen Yuan gave Wang Ping the key to the house, just for him to look at. Although it was just a small courtyard, it had a special meaning to him.
It would be best if nature could be preserved.
The house was very transparent and very clean. Chen Yuan followed Wang Ping's footsteps and walked in. At a glance, he saw the tombs of his parents and uncle.
There is also a small copper basin in front, with some clean ashes in it.
It should be something Wang Ping left behind last time.
Wang Ping and Chen Yuan each lit three sticks of incense at the same time, placed them on the incense burner, and bowed three times.
After putting in the incense, Wang Ping turned around, touched his head, and said with a casual smile:
"Brother Yuan, I find that my memory is getting worse and worse recently. I met an acquaintance a few days ago and I didn't recognize him at first sight."
"This is just a bias in your cognition. After entering the martial arts, your memory will improve a lot. Maybe you recognized who the person was, but you forgot his name for a while."
"Really?" Wang Ping touched his chin, seeming a little suspicious. He turned around and inadvertently saw the spiritual tablet on the altar, and said metaphorically:
"Maybe so. Anyway, I can't remember what Uncle Chen looked like now. He just passed away more than two years ago."
Chen Yuan smiled and didn't plan to talk more about this topic. He felt that Wang Ping might have thought too much, but just as he was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly froze on the spot and suddenly turned back to look at the three rankings above. , with a somewhat suspicious and solemn look in his eyes. .
It seemed that... in his memory, the impression of his uncle was becoming less and less clear. If Wang Ping hadn't suddenly mentioned it, he would not have thought of it at all.
But, how could it be?
The Tongxuan warrior has an almost photographic memory, and his memory is amazing. Generally, as long as he has seen something, he will not forget it in a short time, but now that he thinks about it...
The concept of his parents is getting shallower and shallower, and even like Wang Ping, he has a lot of vague ideas about his uncle's appearance.
The keen Chen Yuan quickly sensed something was wrong.
He remembered that when he first traveled through time, he accepted all the memories of his original body, and he still had an impression of his uncle. After all, he raised him and he died not long ago.
But in just over half a year, his uncle's appearance had become blurred in his memory!
If he were an ordinary person, this would be normal, but he was not an ordinary person. He already had the power to break mountains and rivers, and had almost extraordinary means.
Chen Yuan froze in place, trying hard to recall, but no matter what, the uncle's appearance was very blurry, as if he had been dead for many years...
His parents were nothing, they died when he was young, but his uncle who had just passed away a few years ago made him realize that something was not right.
He is not a person with a big heart. On the contrary, Chen Yuan has always been suspicious and wary of everyone. Now Wang Ping's words that he said casually made him subconsciously feel that something was wrong.
"What's wrong, Brother Yuan?"
Seeing Chen Yuan suddenly freeze on the spot, Wang Ping asked suspiciously.
After coming back to his senses, Chen Yuan took a deep look at the spiritual tablet and said to Wang Ping calmly:
"How can you not remember clearly? I remember you met my uncle many times."
Subconsciously he touched his head again. Wang Ping's eyes seemed to be reminiscing, and he said embarrassedly after a while:
"I really can't remember what Uncle Chen looked like. It's a pity that I didn't leave a portrait or anything."
Chen Yuan's eyes narrowed. In his memory, he seemed to have asked his uncle to leave a portrait as a souvenir, but his uncle refused, saying that the few painters in the city were not skilled enough to paint the essence.
With this money, it is better to buy more medicinal materials for him to practice...
In the end, Chen Yuan didn't persist, and now, his impression of the uncle in his mind has become less and less... Judging from some cliche plots,
Maybe there's something really wrong here.
However, he did not show it in front of Wang Ping, he just said:
"If you can't remember it well, you won't be able to remember it well. The deceased has passed away, so why should you care about him?"
Wang Ping looked at Chen Yuan with some admiration and said softly: "Brother Yuan is still transparent."
"Okay, I have something else to do. You go home first and come with me to the Sanhe Boxing Gym tomorrow to visit Mr. Zhao." Chen Yuan walked out of the room, turned around and closed the door quietly.
"good."
Wang Ping nodded, gave Chen Yuan the key to the courtyard, and turned to leave.
After a while, Chen Yuan was the only one left in the yard. His eyes seemed to see through the closed door and saw the tablet inside. After a long silence, he turned into a stream of light and flew into the air.
If there is really a problem here, you can tell by digging up his parents' graves. In his memory, his uncle once told him that his parents died of illness when he was young.
Later, he rarely mentioned it again. Of course, it might be that Chen Yuan was too young at that time, so even if he mentioned it, he would have gone there long ago.
The graves of Chen Yuan's parents, including his uncle's, were buried in an open space in the forest outside Pingan County. He remembered this very clearly.
He had previously dug up his uncle's coffin because he suspected that his death was related to the Wusheng Cult. Now think about it...if his parents' bodies were not there either.
Perhaps he had wronged Wusheng Cult.
Not long after, Chen Yuan slowly landed in an open space according to his past memories. In front of them were three medium-sized graves, of which the one on the far right was the uncle's body.
On the left are his parents' graves.
There was very long grass growing on it. Chen Yuan waved his hand and all the weeds were instantly wiped out. He stepped forward, bowed, then stood up and removed the grave soil in front of him.
The two coffins inside were rotten and covered with insects. Chen Yuan stepped forward and opened the coffins with Qi, revealing the contents inside.
He glanced expressionlessly, then came to his father's coffin and opened it in the same manner as before...
After a long time, Chen Yuan took a deep breath, closed the coffin with his hand, and covered it with grave soil.
He stood there, his eyes flickering. Sure enough, it was just like what he had guessed before. There was nothing inside, not even a dead bone.
Some simply like humid environments and are wood-gnawing bugs, not even a single maggot to be seen.
Apparently no body had ever been stored inside.
The uncle deceived him!
This had to make him think deeply. Could it be that he had some more secret identity? Why doesn't the uncle want to tell him?
Did he die?
Are you aware of the changes that have taken place in you now?
At this moment, Chen Yuan felt a lot of confusion in his heart. He even guessed based on conspiracy theories that he was an important chess piece.
But after thinking about it for a while, I gave up the idea.
Maybe he does have some background, but the uncle should hope that he is safe, otherwise he would not let him enter the Yamen as a policeman. Maybe when the uncle wants to come,
Entering the county government basically means getting an iron rice bowl, and you can be stable for life no matter how bad things happen.
But he would not have thought that a soul from another world would suddenly travel to this world, merge with the original body, and truly enter the world.
And because of Wang Ping's casual words, everything he had arranged was revealed.
If inferred from this conspiracy, Chen Yuan suddenly thought of another person, the monk from Ci'en Temple who had a good relationship with his uncle and whose monastic name was Xu Yan. It was a bit abnormal to think like this.
The first time he met him, Chen Yuan found the Buddhist body-refining magical skill of the Vajra Glazed Body through the guidance of the Luck Altar. The second time he met him, Chen Yuan was tracing the traces of the demons of Wu Sheng Cult.
I learned the location of the back mountain from his mouth...
And the third time... No, there was no third time, there were only two meetings. The third time was when I learned from a young monk from Ci'en Temple that the other party had been missing for many days...
Haha, interesting.
A smile appeared on the corner of Chen Yuan's mouth. This feeling of seeing through was very refreshing, but he was not interested in caring about his life experience and all the mess.
Strictly speaking, he is already a new soul, and his bond with those relatives is not deep. He has only one goal, to reach the top of martial arts, dominate the world, and live forever!
If someone really dares to treat him as some bullshit pawn, then just fight his way out!
After thinking about this, Chen Yuan no longer hesitated and left Yukong.
Of course, these are just Chen Yuan's guesses. Maybe his parents are really ordinary, and so is his uncle, but they were all harmed by the Wu Sheng Cult demons.
But this possibility is really unlikely, because there is a fatal flaw in it. Chen Yuan's impression of his uncle is really not as clear as it was more than half a year ago!
This is unimaginable for a warrior in the Tongxuan realm.
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