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Chapter 277
A sound of footsteps first reached the ward. Ni Yangzhou allowed the doctors and nurses to push the bed for an examination without opening his eyes.
He didn't think about the person in the wheelchair until everyone left and his ears became quiet again. The young man was still lying quietly on the bed.
The man in the wheelchair was pushed into the ward by his subordinates. He did not make a sound or move. After a short silence, Yan Congzhi, also known as Yan Congzhi, finally took the initiative to ask:
"Yangzhou, how did you get in?"
Ni Yangzhou was lying on the bed. When he heard the other person's voice again, his ears felt hot, but he still hadn't sorted out his emotions and remained silent.
Yan Congzhi looked at his disciple who broke through the restrictions he had set and barged in.
"...You shouldn't have come."
The scenes that Yan Congzhi saw in the ancient mirror made him unable to restrain himself from blaming this ignorant young man.
The young man still did not move.
Yan Congzhi noticed something different.
Ni Yangzhou's eyelashes trembled and he slowly opened his eyes.
The half of his face turned sideways still looked a little pale because of fatigue. His eyes slowly swept over the man's face, neck, shoulders, waist and abdomen, the wheelchair behind him, and the pair of motionless legs.
The man sitting there was swept by the gaze, and a sense of strangeness rose from the bottom of his heart.
This is not the little apprentice that he rescued from the village in Wanshan and has been with for nearly ten years.
Sure enough, after reading it, Ni Yangzhou lowered his eyes, but suddenly raised his eyelashes again. In his black and white eyes, there was an insight and cunning that did not belong to his former disciple.
The young man's lips curved, and he said softly:
"Don't ask me yet."
"Let me ask you a question first."
Yan Congzhi straightened his back secretly without even realizing it.
"Should I call you Master?
Or...should I call you Master?"
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A long, long time ago, Yan Congzhi was still a young boy meditating at the ancestor's knee.
The Minghong Sect doesn’t have so many disciples.
On the main peak, Guan Miao Zhenren had long been accustomed to doing everything by himself. He was busy gathering up the loose hems of his junior fellow apprentice's clothes and adjusting the boy's slightly tilted hair crown.
Sitting on the lotus seat, the old ancestor had a long beard that was not smooth, like a handful of corn ears harvested in autumn, but his face was soft and kind.
After Guan Mi finished his work, he sat back on the cushion.
The old ancestor didn’t look like a powerful being who was about to ascend to heaven, but rather he looked like a simple centenarian who was enjoying a peaceful life on earth.
The spiritual energy is decreasing, the world is in turmoil, and the gods can't reach out their hands. The only ones who can provide more support are the few cultivators together with the master, and none of them know how much effort they have put in.
The master was the last one left, and now he had to go.
"Observation."
"The disciple is here."
The young Guan Mi bowed and listened to the teachings: "After I leave, I will use my whisk to protect the sect and send the collection of records to the underworld."
Guan Miao nodded. Although he was reluctant, he obeyed the order.
The old man raised his hand lightly, and the young man Yan Congzhi, who was meditating, was shielded in a translucent cover, no longer aware of any sound from the outside world.
"Master, I have confidence in you. I expect that you and I will be able to meet in heaven soon. Your junior brother will be watching..."
Guan Miao looked at his junior brother in the hood, who had a handsome face, was gifted since childhood, and learned things quickly. He wondered what his master had to worry about.
The old man stroked his beard and shook his head: "His parents are both infatuated, and he still has a love tribulation to go through. Existence and non-existence are interdependent, and difficulty and ease complement each other. Saving him is also saving the person who is destined to be with him.
If it can be done, then it will be done."
The second half of the sentence was not fully expressed, but Guan Miao knew that if he failed and did not make it through, his junior brother with excellent physique might never again have the chance to achieve immortality.
He looked at his junior brother who was still a teenager, nodded silently, and made up his mind to lend a helping hand to his junior brother.
The old master saw what his eldest disciple was thinking and patted Guan Miao's head kindly: "Talk less, do less, and opportunities will come naturally. Just remember one thing, light the candle and send it to your junior brother."
The person on the lotus seat waved his hand gently, and the translucent cover dispersed like bubbles bursting. The boy suddenly heard the voice and opened his eyes. He saw the master admonishing him:
"When the candles are burnt out, go to Wanshan to find a child, take him in as your disciple, and educate him well."
The young Yan Congzhi had never seen his parents. The ancestor was both his teacher and father to him, so he never asked many questions, but just kept them in mind and nodded solemnly.
"besides."
The old ancestor took out a green pendant from his sleeve. It was surrounded by pure spiritual energy, like green dew held in his palm.
"Just in case, this is a layer of protection for you. But my magic power is limited, and I don't know how long it can last. When the time comes, give this to your disciple as well."
Yan Congzhi didn't quite understand what he heard, but he just wrote it all down.
Guan Mi looked at his ignorant junior fellow apprentice, and then at his master who was about to ascend to heaven. He felt that the burden on his shoulders was getting heavier. He had to accept more new disciples to support the sect.
After the ancestor finished speaking, he felt that there was nothing more he wanted to say. He just rubbed his hair, and his golden beard sparkled in the sunlight in the hall.
In Yan Congzhi's memory, it was a quiet and ordinary afternoon.
He didn't know that the clues of his fate had been strung together, like pearls scattered on a plate, waiting quietly in the moonlight. When the early sun reappeared, the condensed dewdrops would connect all the spider threads, revealing the original veins of life.