Ju Buzheng was already leaning at the front of the crowd. He didn't know if Lang Chenyan would suddenly go crazy. Anyway, just in case, he had to get in front of everyone.
Lang Chenyan's footsteps finally became lonely. He walked forward step by step, his face lowered deeply, and his expression could not be clearly seen.
The flames reflected his torso red, and everyone focused their attention on him. There was silence between each other, and no one knew what would happen next. Only the old temple surrounded by flames made a burning sound from time to time.
Lang Chenyan walked all the way to the old temple. His body was slow, like an emotionless zombie, and every step seemed to tremble.
Ju Buzheng and others gathered in front of the old temple, blocking his direct steps.
Ju Bu Zheng frowned secretly and touched the wolf fang thorn behind him with his palm.
"Give them all to me and get out of the way."
However, before Ju Bu Zheng could pick up his weapon, a magnificent burst of energy swept out, rushing all the people in front of the old temple away and falling to the ground in embarrassment. The flames in front of the temple were also impacted and suddenly shrank back.
There was a ping-pong sound, and everyone in Yanglan fell hard, and everyone screamed in pain. Those who were not seriously injured immediately jumped up and came forward shouting to settle accounts with him.
Lang Chenyan stepped over them and slowly walked to the front closest to the old temple. The high temperature of the flames scorched him, and he seemed to be engulfed by the flames just a few inches away.
Hearing the ungrateful people following behind him, Lang Chenyan took the trouble to turn his head slightly, with a murderous look flashing in his eyes: "Get out."
Suddenly, as soon as his voice fell, the roar of zhenqi rushed out from the corner of his eyes, knocking away several people who tried to step forward. They were blown away by the zhenqi and flew to the far wall. There was a muffled sound in their chests, and blood spurted out from their mouths and noses.
The rest of the people were frightened when they saw this. Ju Buzheng then stood up and stared at everyone with a serious face, signaling them not to bring trouble on themselves.
Weishan Yanglan's subordinates looked unhappy and stared at Lang Chenyan in front of the temple with eyes full of annoyance and fear, but they unconsciously held their breath and did not dare to act rashly.
At this moment, Fu Yunge finally rushed over.
Flames shot into the sky, and Fu Yunge immediately saw Senior Lang Chenyan kneeling in front of the old temple.
He clenched his fists and felt uncomfortable in his heart.
When he saw several people thrown against the wall not far away, he quickly stepped forward to help them check their injuries. Fortunately, Lang Chenyan still held back, and they were not seriously injured.
But such provocative behavior is still extremely bad for Weishan Yanglan. Ju Buzheng came over immediately and communicated with Fu Yunge in a low voice.
Fu Yunge looked at the friendly black-faced uncle in front of him and understood that this was his responsibility.
However, the top priority is to dissuade Senior Lang Chenyan and not let him remain depressed like this.
The two of them agreed to go to a nearby courtyard and move something out together.
The thing was not easy to move, so Fu Yunge and the two of them worked hard together to move it out. They moved it tremblingly to the old temple and unloaded it heavily behind the kneeling Lang Chenyan.
The ground suddenly shook. Lang Chenyan was obviously disturbed and was very unhappy.
He turned back with a gloomy expression. However, when he saw what was behind him, his already gloomy pupils lit up slightly.
Shockingly, what he saw behind him was the dilapidated stone statue in the old temple.
Familiar cracks, familiar flaws. The eyes that were blocked by Chen Lao were still as compassionate as ever.
Lang Chenyan raised his head and froze on the spot.
The statue lowered its eyebrows quietly. Although it was rough and broken, it still had an unworldly grace. Zhuang Su's expression was like pity for Lang Chenyan, like a sigh for the passing of time, all without words.
Lang Chenyan also stared at it quietly. In a daze, he seemed to be back in the dangerous situation that day. The ground was red, just like the blood that had solidified that day.
"senior."
Behind the statue, Fu Yunge walked out slowly facing the burning light.
The flying ashes, carrying little sparks, flew past the side. Fu Yunge lowered his head, extremely calm.
Lang Chenyan looked at him, still a little dazed, but at this moment there was a hint of half-comprehensive understanding.
"The past will stay in yesterday; the lost will be recovered in the future; the regrets will be made up for in the future." Fu Yunge's lips were wet, and he felt that there was a little hot moisture in his eyes, which may have been roasted by the high temperature.
"If you linger on irretrievable memories, you won't be able to move forward in the future." The words Poinsettia said to him that night seemed to reappear in his mind, and the smoke slowly poured out to Lang Chen at this moment.
"As long as you move forward, how can you not have regrets, senior." He bowed and tried to get closer to Lang Chenyan, "But regrets are ultimately the driving force for progress, not an obstacle to progress."
This sentence seemed to be what the old man Qiao had said to him in his memory.
The words still ring in his ears, and Fu Yunge's chest feels warm. Suddenly, it was his own experience that was woven into a rope to save Lang Chenyan at this moment, making him gradually wake up from his sinking.
Lang Chenyan is obsessed with Tianjiang Five Swordsman. His retirement and his comeback are all closely related to the five swords of the past.
Why doesn't Fu Yunge know? After so much, he also found the key to the crux of Senior Lang Chenyan's problem.
He may seem inhumane on the surface, but he values the most in his heart. Lang Chenyan's numbness was not the shackles of being forced to choose after experiencing too much frustration.
