One has a withered face, the other is an upright and mature man.
Only then did Lu Chen realize that there was really a difference between the lifespans of mortals and cultivators between heaven and earth.
He began to go crazy for Nan Tian Wan'er, looking for anything that could replenish his longevity.
But all to no avail.
Nan Tian Wan'er was on the verge of death.
Lu Chen hugged Nan Tian Wan'er and held her tightly. He didn't cry or laugh, he just held her so hard.
He didn't know what was wrong with him. He was obviously very sad, but he couldn't cry at all.
It even feels like all of this has nothing to do with me.
"Brother Lu, can we wait until the story begins?"
"Yes, he can write it right away."
Hearing Nan Tian Wan'er's voice, Lu Chen blurted out without thinking, but he was not sure how possible this was.
Nan Tian Wan'er lay in Lu Chen's arms, her eyes began to close slowly, and her voice was extremely weak: "Brother Lu, have you heard of Nan Ke Yimeng, Zhuang Zhou Mengdie, Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai?"
"Of course I do. Isn't this Mr. Storyteller's most classic story? You really like to listen to it. Take a good rest first. When you feel better, we can go and hear Mr. Storyteller tell it again."
Lu Chen covered Nan Tian Wan'er with a quilt and recalled his life in his mind.
He has only done three things in his life, namely farming with his grandfather, practicing with Coyotito, and waiting for the next chapter of the story with Nantian Wan'er.
More than a hundred years of cultivation life have made Lu Chen's cultivation experience stronger and stronger, and also made Lu Chen's state of mind more and more stable.
But every time Lu Chen thinks about the past, he doesn't have any extra memories.
"Brother Lu...Brother Lu, are you listening to me?"
Nan Tian Wan'er's call brought Lu Chen back from his memories.
"Yes. Wan'er, I'm listening."
"Brother Lu, I heard Mr. Shu say before that our story was inspired by it. Do you think we are already the people in the story?"
Hearing Nan Tian Wan'er's voice, Lu Chen's heart suddenly trembled.
The memory in Lu Chen's heart was awakening, and he recalled his obsession with reading when he was young.
At that time, the story was updated every day.
However, when he woke up, the story was interrupted indefinitely.
Lu Chen tried hard to recall his life of more than a hundred years.
Apart from his spiritual practice experience, he really didn't seem to have experienced anything.
The more he thought about it, the more he realized that all his memories were empty, and everything in the past was blurry to him.
"Brother Lu...Brother Lu...keep it up, this is all a trial, Brother Lu."
A girl's voice suddenly appeared in his mind. This voice kept calling him, and slowly the voice began to cry,
"Is this Wan'er's voice? Nantian Wan'er? Nantian Wan'er who lived and died with me?"
This voice was familiar to him and felt warm to him.
Listening to this voice, Lu Chen tried hard to remember,
He thought of Nan Tian Wan'er, who had gone through hardships with him and shared the same cultivation talent.
The dusty memories in his mind became clearer and clearer.
At this moment, Lu Chen remembered that this was a trial, a dusty memory, and this was his real memory.
At this moment, Xiao Wuzhi felt the aura fluctuations on Lu Chen's body, and smiled slightly: "It's so fast to wake up, but it's not time yet, the last step is about to begin."
Purple light flashed in Xiao Wuzhi's eyes, and then a burst of spiritual energy shot into Lu Chen's eyes, directly suppressing the fluctuations of spiritual energy in Lu Chen's body.
After doing this, Coyotito flew away directly and headed to the cliff.
Lu Chen's physical aura was suppressed, the sounds in his body disappeared directly, and Lu Chen's spirit was instantly obsessed and sluggish.
"Ahem."
Nan Tian Wan'er suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, and her eyes became even more distracted: "Brother Lu, I can't hold on any longer. You may have to wait alone in the future."
Lu Chen quickly lowered his head and looked at Nan Tian Wan'er in his arms. He was already wary of the current illusion and looked at Nan Tian Wan'er's expression and movements in front of him.
At this moment, Lu Chen's mind began to become confused.
Slowly, the various expressions of Nan Tian Wan'er in front of Lu Chen and the girl calling him in his mind began to match, and they became similar step by step.
However, at this moment, the old lady Long Zhong’s Nantian Wan’er aura completely dissipated, and she slowly closed her eyes.
Lu Chen shed a tear from the corner of his eye, as if it was for Nan Tian Wan'er's death, and it seemed to be for himself.
At this moment, the aura in Lu Chen's body could no longer be suppressed by the puppy.
The memories of more than a hundred years in his heart began to disintegrate, memories of the past resurfaced, and Lu Chen's spirit began to drift.
Lu Chen looked at the dead person in his arms. This was already young Nan Tianwan'er, who had been with him through life and death.
Lu Chen hugged Nan Tian Wan'er's body like crazy and cried in pain: "Wan'er, wake up, none of this is true, no, none of this is true."
He can no longer tell which one is a dream and which one is reality.
Although Lu Chen couldn't judge, he still hoped instinctively in his heart that this was just a dream, just a trial.
He suddenly realized that he couldn't live without Nan Tian Wan'er, and that he couldn't live without the girl who kept calling him 'Brother Lu'.
Compared with the one hundred years of life without memory, he preferred the life of only half a year. Although there were ups and downs and hardships, he could remember what happened every day.
but……
But he can no longer tell the difference. His memories have been mixed together, and there is no evidence for him to distinguish whether it is true or false.
At this point, Nan Tian Wan'er, who had been with Lu Chen for a hundred years, died.
This generation of storytellers also died at this time, and no one knows the final outcome of Nanke Mengdie.
Lu Chen buried Nan Tian Wan'er and the storyteller, and also buried his own vain life. He traveled around with chaotic memories, trying to find his own answers.
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Trial entrance.
Seeing Lu Chen sinking into the endless void, Nantian Wan'er couldn't bear it anymore and ran directly towards the teleportation array.
Yan Mo looked at Nan Tian Wan'er leaving and did not stop her. This trial was no longer the trial they had prepared for.
Balrog sighed at the trial mirror, and he could feel the high-level laws that existed inside.
Although the trial only lasted half an hour in their opinion, Lu Chen's will to live really lasted a lifetime.
Water Lotus and Mountain God appeared behind Balrog, looked at the mirror and said, "I hope they can pass. With their own strength, they can realize that they are in an illusion. He is already capable of becoming the new Beast King."
"Sigh... I hope, but this is all too real. We may not even realize it's an illusion when we go in."
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…
I don’t know how many years have passed since I returned to the trial again.
Lu Chen's thoughts were completely confused and he couldn't distinguish between reality and fantasy. He was wandering around the mainland all day long in rags and disheveled clothes, asking everyone he met how Nanke Mengdie's ending was.
But there is no doubt that he was driven away every time, but Lu Chen did not give up and still went in and out of various places every day to ask questions.
Nan Tian Wan'er successfully entered the trial and began to search frantically for Lu Chen.
Wan'er searched all over the continent in Jianghai Region, Nantian Region, Beishanhai, Luling, and Nantian. For a whole hundred years, there was no trace of Lu Chen, as if Lu Chen had just disappeared.
However, Nantian Wan'er became the new storyteller.
She wrote the story of Lu Chen participating in the trial and finally getting lost in the trial as the latest chapter of Nanke Mengdie.
Everywhere Nan Tian Wan'er goes, she will tell the story of Nan Ke Mengdie.
More and more people heard about Nanke Mengdie's story, and began to come here in admiration, asking Nantian Wan'er to continue telling her story.
Slowly, more and more people became familiar with each other, and more and more people knew the story of Nan Tian Wan'er and Lu Chen. The story of Nan Ke Mengdie spread wider and further on the mainland.
Nantian Wan'er returned to Qingfang Village. She saw the old man under the big tung tree. At this moment, her heart trembled. This was the person he had been looking for for more than a hundred years.
Under the big tung tree, the old man who was farming slowly raised his head. This was Lu Chen, who had been missing for more than a hundred years.
After not practicing for more than a hundred years, Lu Chen's aura has weakened to the extreme, and it seems that he will die in the next second.
Nantian Wan'er circulated her spiritual energy and ran towards Lu Chen like crazy. She threw herself into Lu Chen's arms: "Brother Lu, wake up. Wake up quickly."
Lu Chen's heart had long been numb and confused. Looking at Nan Tian Wan'er's movements, he was still a little numb.
Listening to Nan Tian Wan'er's constant calling, Lu Chen slowly lowered his head, and their eyes met. Lu Chen's body began to tremble, and two tears appeared in the corners of Lu Chen's eyes.
"Brother Lu, what's wrong with you? I'm Wan'er. There are trials here. Please wake up."
Looking at Lu Shen's still dull movements, Nan Tian Wan'er burst into tears instantly.
A weak woman was constantly climbing up and practicing in the spiritual world, looking for him everywhere. This scene, mixed with the grievances and unwillingness in her heart, kept passing through Lu Chen's mind.
Lu Chen felt the memory that suddenly appeared in his mind, his body trembled violently, and his hands involuntarily hugged Nan Tian Wan'er tightly.
He slowly stretched out his wrinkled hand and wiped away Nantian Wan'er's tears: "Wan'er...well...Wan'er is dead, Coyotito is dead...Grandpa is also dead."
Lu Chen slowly pushed Nan Tian Wan'er away: "They... are all dead, only me is left, and now I am going to die too."
"Brother Lu, these are all trials. Think about it carefully. They are all fake." Nan Tian Wan'er squatted on the ground and began to cry helplessly.
"Fake?"
Lu Chen's chaotic and dusty heart began to shine because of these words.
Various memories of the past began to emerge, but everything was blurry. Lu Chen grabbed his hair tightly, tore it violently, and roared loudly.
"No...don't worry, these are all stories. They are all false. This story has ruined my life. They are all false. There is no story at all. There is no story at all."
