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Chapter 2260 Daily Life

A good person, why suddenly said no and disappeared?
What is he going to do?Isn't it just a different practice journey?Lan Lan only felt that the string of rationality in her mind was faltering.

However, no matter how much he inquired, he still had no way of knowing what was going on with Shang Zong.Whether it is the head of the sect or anyone else he knows, all those who have practiced the sect will be safe from now on, and the Wuhua sect will not interfere too much.

Even the sect leader and others don't have the specific contact information of the sect, let alone verify the safety of an insignificant little disciple.

And since the records of the sect history, there is almost no record of the return of the disciples.The two sects clearly have such a close connection, but the two sections are like a long scale, the first place of the two sections cannot be seen and cannot be evenly matched, and neither can see the true appearance of the opposite side.

That is to say, Yuan Heng will probably never know how his poor student died for the rest of his life, and he will not be able to bring him home.

From this, Taoist Yuanheng wanted to explore this obvious and mysterious matter for the second time.But what can he do?Even at that time, he already had the cultivation of Yuanying Zhenjun, and he was still not qualified to touch the secrets of this sect.

Without a serious teacher, he has nowhere to turn for help.Instead, he could go to the Great Venerable, and he still has some friendship with the other party, but thinking of his painstaking efforts to reject the other party so forcefully before, he also has no face to ask for help at this moment.What's more, the time for the Great Venerable's retreat is uncertain, even if he looks for it, he may not be able to find someone.

He really had nowhere to turn for help.

Daoist Yuan Heng had no choice but to explore the old place again, hoping to find some clues.It was such a coincidence that I met the Great Venerable at the former site of the sect that day, so coincidental that he still remembered 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 venerable that night gave him a momentary rest.

Lan Lan is such an understanding person, so she can naturally see the warning that the great venerable didn't say.Since 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.

He felt that his recent practice was getting slower and slower, as if something was weighing heavily on him, forming a shackle that was difficult to break free, and 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 called the real abyss.

Nothing is smooth.

The child's death, the confusing situation of the ancestor, and the more stagnant practice... made Yuan Heng feel more and more uneasy.He began to get impatient, and unwillingly wanted to get rid of the shackles that seemed to be pressed down from the sky, but he couldn't find a way.

In the end, Lan Lan thought of what he vaguely saw at the old site of the Zongmen many years ago, and finally couldn't help it. He invited the merit points accumulated over the years and went to the old site.

The old site of the Zongmen has long been abandoned, but because it involves historical events, the Wuhua faction has always sent people to guard it carefully, and will not allow others to enter and destroy it easily.It was completely damaged over there, but there was an old Library Pavilion over there, which was rarely affected because of its offset location.

Then I asked the Wuhua Sect to sort it out, cleaned up most of the books, and filled in some. Now it has become a special library for the Wuhua Sect, which is exclusively used by the high-level monks in the sect.

The collection of books in the library is extraordinary, and the merits of applying to enter this library are not cheap. Even high-level monks in the door will not come here easily.

When Lan Lan went that day, it was extraordinarily quiet, except for the unfathomable elder who was guarding the door, there seemed to be no one else.

He also cared a lot, and went directly to the corner where he found it, intending to see the corner of the truth that he hadn't 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 clutched in the opponent's hand, he understood... 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, but just sighed.

Lan Lan immediately knew why the Zangshu Pavilion was so quiet today, and why this person was waiting for him here by such a coincidence, probably because... it had been arranged long ago.

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 southeast border, and many, many things he had never thought about.

Only then did Yuan Heng realize that the sky he had seen in the past hundreds of years was all illusory, false, and would shatter at the touch of a finger.He has never had the opportunity to touch the real world, and probably he will never have this opportunity in his entire life.

After that, Lan Lan never pursued the matter of the ancestor again, nor did she check what happened to that poor little disciple.The child had no father or mother, and he built a small tomb for him near his cave.

It's a pity that the child didn't have many things left in the sect, and the rest of Daoist Yuanheng felt that it was not decent, so they took the schoolwork materials left by the other party instead of burial.There is still the immature but very serious handwriting of the other party on it, just like before we first met a few years ago.

Yuan Heng was not too sad.He has practiced for many years, and has experienced countless ups and downs. He has sent away many people, including many people he was close to and had been close to.

He felt that it was probably a little sad.After all, that child was so young, full of longing, but passed away before he was at his prime.How sad--

After the matter was over, he left the sect and practiced outside for a long time, until hundreds of years ago, because it was difficult to improve his cultivation, he had to follow the rules and return to the sect to practice in seclusion.

Up to this point, Lan Lan finally accepted the arrangement of fate helplessly, until she was awakened again ten years ago and left the customs... Then she met this group of children.

Years passed in the blink of an eye.

They are children, but they are only children compared to him at their age, and each of them grows up to talents at an incredible speed. Although it makes him extremely gratified, it also reminds people of their heavier suffering than ordinary disciples.

especially--

Ningxia.It can be said that she is the youngest under his knees, and also the one who is the least worried, even though she is well-behaved enough in person, but the degree to which she can cause trouble far outweighs the degree of peace of mind of her own temperament.

Normally, he wouldn't be worried. Under his wings, at least Ningxia's safety can be basically guaranteed.But what if it's out of his sight?
Originally, Daoist Yuanheng would not worry about such a fearless and meaningless question, but the change from the Xuantian Sword Sect on the other side of Zhongtu aroused his vigilance and worries.

In such a chaotic situation, such a coincidental timing... always reminds people of those unpleasant past events.

　A poor young man who died young and almost became a senior brother: ... Thank you so much, I am dead and I will bring some homework to the next one——

　　
　
(End of this chapter)