A Different Life as a Demon

Ren Xiya finally went abroad.

When leaving, Wang Zhong drove them to the airport.

The next son, Wang Chong, in addition to teaching his disciples to practice every day, is to stay at home with his family.

In order to better teach the knowledge of magic, at the end of each month, he will preach in the square of Haidong city and tell everyone the true meaning of magic.

Every day, Wang Chong has a very full life.

Just as Zi passed day by day, Wang Chong suddenly felt a little pain in his face.

This pain is really that kind of pain. He feels that there seems to be a problem with his birthmark.

At the age of 47, Wang Zhong went to the hospital for an examination.

"This one of you is skin cancer." The doctor looked at Wang Zhong deeply, pointed to the contents of the examination report and said, "your birthmark belongs to a kind of pathological tissue, and now it has completely erupted, forming skin cancer."

"How should it be treated?" Yang Jiajia nervously asked.

The doctor shook his head heavily: "it's not easy to treat, it's already in the late stage, and the cancer cells have entered the lymph..."

"Poop!"

Wang chongyigu sat back in his chair. Suddenly, he smiled.

Unexpectedly, he defeated his life and his former enemies, but finally fell on the disease.

He didn't know how he came back. As soon as he came back, Yang Jiajia and Wang xiaorou nervously began to contact well-known doctors at home and abroad to treat Wang Chong.

"No, this disease is difficult to cure."

Wang Zhong finally didn't let them work blindly.

"Woo woo, brother Tang, the doctor must have checked wrong. Why don't we check again?" Wang xiaorou cried.

Wang Chong shook his head slightly, looked at Wang xiaorou and Yang Jiajia, who were also in their forties, and said with a smile, "this is life. I have lived so long and am satisfied."

"Husband." Yang Jiajia couldn't help crying.

Although Wang Zhong was sad, he was also very happy.

Although his life is not long gone, at least Yang Jiajia and Wang xiaorou can depend on each other for their lives.

This is also a good end.

Wang Zhong didn't hide his illness. Soon, everyone outside knew that the great master Tang Yi was ill.

"Why, why is this!" Someone roared up after getting the news.

"Master, I will find the best doctor to treat you." A loyal disciple cried.

"Good disciple."

Wang Zhong didn't say anything. He knew that his disease was beyond treatment.

Although he was ill, he still insisted on preaching at the end of each month to teach people the use of magic.

Because of his teaching, people who know the craftsman learn quickly.

On this day, Wang Chonggang just finished his sermon. At this time, an old man in a wheelchair was pushed over by a middle-aged woman.

Seeing this old man, Wang Chong instinctively felt that this man was very familiar.

However, he didn't think much, but sighed that he had come to learn kung fu at such an old age.

He walked over and said with a smile, "old man, what don't you know about the technique?"

The old man just looked at Wang Zhong and didn't speak.

"What happened to her?" Wang Chong asked the middle-aged woman.

"This is my mother, and I don't know what's going on. Every time I see Master Tang's TV picture of you, my mother always cries. These sons, she's not in good health and doesn't eat much. I didn't expect to see you, she eats, and said that we should push her over and see you." The middle-aged woman explained.

Wang Chong's heart moved, and he looked at the old man carefully. The old man also looked at Wang Chong, tears dripping from the corners of her eyes.

"Yes... Sorry." The old man reached out and wanted to touch Wang Chong's face.

But Wang Zhong didn't get close to her, just looked calmly.

At this time, Wang Zhong also understood who the old man was in his heart.

Once, he thought countless times about what it would be like when he and his abandoned mother met again.

Will you scold her or even hit her?

Wang Zhong didn't know, but at this moment he understood.

Everything was put down.

The past is like the wind. Who can tell the truth about the past.

Maybe if his mother didn't abandon him, he would have a worse life. That's probably true.

"Put it down and have a good life."

Wang Zhong whispered to the old lady.

The old lady opened her mouth and seemed to have a thousand words stuck in her throat, but she couldn't say it.

Finally, the old lady murmured, "sorry... Sorry."

"Mom, what's the matter with you?"

The middle-aged woman asked curiously.

It can be seen that the old lady never said anything to her family.

"Isn't she very talkative now?" Wang Chongchao asked the middle-aged woman.

"Well, my mother has Alzheimer's disease. Since last year, she has become less and less active."

The middle-aged woman seemed a little sad and sighed, "my mother was really strong when she was young. She talked about a boyfriend at the beginning, but abandoned her. Then she started her own business, and then married my current father. Unfortunately, our father died early, and my mother brought us up alone."

"Well, it's hard enough." Wang Zhong said truthfully, "it's not easy to treat her well."

"Yes, master Tang." The woman nodded slightly and pushed the old lady away from here.

Since then, whenever Wang Chong preached, Wang Chong could see the old lady sitting in a cart in the crowd.

A year later, Wang Zhong never saw it again.

And he himself finally couldn't walk.

"I can't. You two will have a good life in the future."

Looking at Yang Jiajia and Wang xiaorou before their illness, Wang Zhong sighed lightly.

His two sons, standing aside, also cried into tears.

"Brother." At this time, Ren Xiya also ran in from the outside.

Knowing that Wang Chong was seriously ill, Ren Xiya also came back from abroad.

"Xiya." Wang Chong smiled, "don't cry, in my impression, you are the most cheerful one."

"Sobbing, but... But you are my brother."

Ren Xiya cried bitterly and was incoherent.

"Miss Xiao is coming." At this time, the housekeeper outside came in and said.

"Let her in." Wang xiaorou said.

Soon, Xiao Mei came in from outside.

Now Xiao Mei is almost 50 years old.

As early as the age of 40, Xiao Mei had retired from the Jianghu, leaving only the legend of the thorn blood rose in the Jianghu.

Since then, she has been living in Haidong city.

She didn't marry again, but would come to Wang Chong's house from time to time.

She, Wang xiaorou and Yang Jiajia have become good friends who talk about everything.

"The legendary thorn blood rose is coming."

Seeing the visitor, Wang Chong couldn't help laughing.

"You still have the heart to joke." Xiao Mei leaned on her crutches and sighed with some staggering steps.

With that, Xiao Mei sat down and covered the quilt for Wang again.

Looking at the familiar crowd, Wang Zhong suddenly remembered the scenes of his youth.

"Ugly, I want to stand out." This is what Yang Jiajia said in the orphanage.

"Ugly, why do parents like you? Why?" Ren Xiya said hysterically.

"Brother Tang, I must follow you in the future." Wang xiaorou is still the same as before, and has not changed at all.

The scenes in front of me flashed like a fleeting glance.

"Don't be sad, everyone. I'm just going to take a step first. You... Have to be good."

Unwilling to look at his wife and confidants in this life, Wang Chong's arm slowly fell.

On this day, a great master, master Tang Yi, left.