You Que propped the hoe on the ground, looking out solitarily.

Lou Jun Lan politely cupped her hands and bowed: “Junior visits your mansion today, thinking of senior’s heroic bearing, which I greatly admire. Hence, I have come to your door… I wonder if senior welcomes me?”

You Que’s face showed no expression: “What do you think?”

Lou Jun Lan wasn’t embarrassed at all. She turned her head and said to You Qin Wei again: “Old Mister You, I wonder if it’s convenient to let Senior You Que and I have a private chat?”

With Lou Jun Lan’s personality, if she thought it wasn’t convenient, it would still have to be convenient. You Qin Wei had already seen this clearly, so he magnanimously said: “If Miss Lou says so, then what is inconvenient?”

Saying this, he was about to leave.

“I said,” You Que said faintly, “shouldn’t you ask for my opinion?”

You Qin Wei looked at him: “Then are you willing to have a private chat with Miss Lou for a while?”

“I am unwilling,” You Que said simply.

“Oh,” You Qin Wei turned and walked away.

You Que raised his hand, as if to call him back, but finally stopped. He looked at Lou Jun Lan with some regret: “It truly is ‘people leave, tea cools’ ah. This old man was extremely good to me before, treating me like his own grandson. Now he doesn’t even care about my life or death.”

“Senior still hasn’t left,” Lou Jun Lan reminded him. “It’s just that the person is still here, but the tea has already cooled.”

You Que’s eyes were deep: “Thank you. Today’s young people are truly becoming more and more skilled at conversation.”

Lou Jun Lan looked at him: “Oh? Has senior been in contact with any other young people?”

You Que said indifferently: “There’s one named You Shi Rang. For a period of time, he always came here to scold me.”

Lou Jun Lan frowned: “If I remember correctly, that’s your own nephew, right?”

You Que laughed heartily: “His scolding skills are far worse than his father’s.”

Lou Jun Lan didn’t laugh. She knew You Shi Rang’s father, who was You Que’s own older brother. He was already dead, having died in the Jing Mu war the previous year.

She thought for a moment and said: “Everyone says senior has a solitary temperament. Seeing you today, you are very different from the rumors.”

“That’s not entirely wrong either,” You Que said seriously. “Everyone strives forward, while I retreat. Everyone forms groups, while I am alone. Isn’t being different from everyone else precisely what solitude is?”

Lou Jun Lan’s gaze swept over the chickens in the garden. They walked on their own, lowering their heads to peck for food, carefree: “I’ve noticed that no matter the chickens or dogs in senior’s courtyard, they are all very quiet.”

You Que said faintly: “Disturbing others makes me feel uncomfortable.”

Lou Jun Lan said meaningfully: “Senior’s patience with fools is truly good.”

“It’s just that there’s nothing else to care about…” You Que smiled and said: “Perhaps I am the fool?”

Lou Jun Lan said: “It seems that in senior’s eyes, I am also one of those fools.”

“Don’t keep calling me senior. You can just call me You Que,” You Que waved his hand. “I’m a useless person, how can I be worth Miss Lou’s visit?”

He actually didn’t deny the statement about fools. It was a good thing Lou Jun Lan didn’t care either.

“This autumn’s soldier patrol wasn’t my original intention. Coming to Tai Ping city these days wasn’t in my plan either. But everything happened very naturally, and I just happened to be at this place at this time.” She still looked at You Que and slowly said: “I guess someone wants me to see something.”

“What is it?” You Que asked.

Lou Jun Lan said: “Besides senior, what else is there to see in this Tai Ping city?”

You Que chuckled dryly: “See me hoeing the ground?”

Lou Jun Lan also laughed: “That’s not impossible either.”

You Que truly just continued to hoe the ground, his movements as skilled as an old farmer.

Lou Jun Lan truly just watched in silence.

Hoeing the ground is hard work, and gradually sweat also dripped onto the mud.

You Que hoed and hoed, and finally, while hoeing the ground, he said: “I was also young and frivolous, I loved and hated. But those are all very long ago things, and I’ve forgotten them all. So many years have passed, and I don’t even know who still remembers me so much.”

“But I want to say, it doesn’t matter. Nothing in this world is important. I can forgive anything. If you want to laugh at me, just come and laugh at me. If you want to scold me, just come and scold me. Remember to close the door when you leave. That’s fine.”

He focused on his own land and no longer lifted his head.

Meanwhile, Lou Jun Lan silently walked towards the outside. When she reached the door, she said: “Perhaps someone will forget to close the door, but that person will not be me.”

You Que only said: “Truly a polite girl. You will have good luck.”

Lou Jun Lan casually closed the door and left this desolate courtyard alone.

You Que didn’t seem to have the appearance of a cultivator anymore, but his entire state of being was solitary and calm.

A small courtyard, guarding his own heart. He seemed to have completely walked out of the trauma of that year.

She wondered, who exactly still remembers You Que? And who exactly wanted to invite her, Lou Jun Lan, to be an audience? She also didn’t know how many chairs were prepared here, whether the script was wonderful enough, and whether the actors were prominent enough?

After walking for a short time on the path overgrown with wild grass, she met You Qin Wei who was waiting here.

“Finished chatting?” You Qin Wei asked.

Lou Jun Lan nodded: “Senior You Jing Long is a straightforward person… Old Mister You, do you want to go and take a look?”

You Qin Wei of course understood her meaning. This was to verify You Que’s safety. Living in such a remote place with no one caring, lest something happen and implicate her, Lou Jun Lan.

He didn’t turn back, only led the way forward, and said casually: “No need to see. Even if something truly happens to You Que, we are too lazy to investigate. It won’t involve Miss Lou in any way.”

Lou Jun Lan continued walking forward, and then seemingly unintentionally said: “Old Mister You isn’t curious about what we chatted about?”

You Qin Wei only said: “Twenty-four years.”

Twenty-four years, everything that could be done has been done, everything that should be said has been exhausted.

Thus, he didn’t speak again.

The courtyard door was closed.

The dog by the wall lay down again, continuing its nap.

The chickens between the ridges still walked, never hurried.

It seemed as if nothing had happened.

You Que was still hoeing the ground.

Hoeing the ground was not a performance, but a part of his life.

Twenty years of life.

He slowly turned over the soil, removing weeds and watering it. He tidied up the farming tools and carefully washed his hands.

These hands, once like beautiful jade, shining through the bone, once belonging to “Jing Long,” were now no different from the hands of an ordinary old farmer. They were full of old calluses, rough and ugly. The black in the wrinkle grooves seemed painted on, fundamentally impossible to wash off.

He just silently washed, rubbing knuckle by knuckle. Finally, he took a new cloth towel and wiped the water drops from his hands clean.

He moved a low-legged bamboo stool and sat beside that drowsy dog.

The bamboo stool was made by himself, cutting down bamboo and making it by hand. He usually sat like this, washing vegetables, peeling corn, and so on. If he wanted to sunbathe, he still needed to move out the chair from inside the room.

This dog was already very old. Doing anything required effort. It would lie down whenever possible and absolutely wouldn’t stand. Just now, it crawled up to “assist,” likely having exerted its old life.

He reached out and touched the old dog’s head. The old dog closed its eyes and grinned, seemingly enjoying it very much.

He just gently touched it, touched it…

Until the flock of chickens had all returned to their coop, until night fell… The old dog’s breathing also stopped, and he stopped his hand.

You Que wasn’t sad.

He could see “lifespans,” and he had known this old dog’s “death period” very early on.

For a dog to live to its death period is a happy thing. It is the same for people.

He thought he no longer cared about these things.

But he had to admit, under the night sky, the silent small courtyard was indeed lonely.

He just sat like this on the low bamboo stool in front of the door, his hand on the dog’s head, not moving, looking out at the front solitarily.

How much longer would he have to wait?

It was getting close to his usual sleep time, and he was already a little sleepy.

Just as he was about to die, the two strongest Yan Luos within the world’s number one assassin organization, Hell No Door — Bian Cheng Wang and Qin Guang Wang — visited at this time.

Bian Cheng Wang pushed the door open and entered with a grand flourish, taking control of the entire scene with his gaze and voice as if it were his right.

But he found that the middle-aged man with a dejected look sitting in front of the door was still staring straight at him.

He moved one step to the left without changing expression, and the man’s eyes followed.

This situation wasn’t good…

If the Human Race hero Jiang Wang were here, he would politely greet him, exchange a few words, and then leave.

But the cold Bian Cheng Wang just said coldly, “Wrong way,” and turned around.

But… Bang! The courtyard door closed tightly, locking the way.

Bian Cheng Wang silently turned back around, his eyes like an ancient well without waves.

Compared to Bian Cheng Wang’s upright entrance, Qin Guang Wang transformed into a wisp of green light, swaying in the basin of water You Que had used to wash his hands. It just quietly swayed…

“This basin of water is what I used to wash my hands. It’s full of mud and dirt,” You Que said faintly.

The wisp of green light came out of the water and turned into the tall Qin Guang Wang.

He stood in the courtyard, between Bian Cheng Wang at the courtyard door and You Que at the house door. On both the left and right sides were vegetable fields.

There was a hint of complaint on his handsome face: “Why didn’t you say so earlier?”

You Que looked at the masks on their faces: “Of the Ten Great Yan Luos, only two have come?”

Qin Guang Wang said honestly: “I planned the operation according to the highest budget, assuming you were already a peak Shen Lin… I didn’t expect the buyer’s information to be so unreliable.”

You Que slowly said: “Someone wants to use you all to probe me.”

Who would want to probe You Que? And why would they do it like this?

“Who is so wicked?!” Qin Guang Wang turned around, filled with righteous indignation: “I’ll go pull them out!”

But You Que, who was behind him, said: “Since you’ve come, then kill me.”

He no longer touched his dog. He stood up from the bamboo stool, bidding farewell to this small courtyard tonight. His momentum infinitely rose, Teng Long, Inner Mansion, Outer Building… Shen Lin?

No! Dong Zhen!

Having been alone from the group for over twenty years, abandoned by the world, he unexpectedly had already become a contemporary True Person!

His long hair began to fly, and his coarse cloth hemp clothes actually rustled: “Otherwise, I will kill you all!”

As soon as his words fell, no, even before his words fell, there was green light swimming around his body.

His coarse cloth hemp clothes seemed to rot, his skin, fur, and flesh seemed to fall off. Even the air he breathed felt like it was trying to self-destruct…

And a sword that appeared abruptly pierced straight into his heart!

After this sword appeared, the sword-wielding Bian Cheng Wang, wearing a Yan Luo mask, appeared.

This was the sword that escaped the senses in Yi Sheng Feng!

A sword whose momentum rose silently but shocked heaven and earth.

It was successfully copied in the Mí Jiè, and now it was even on another level.

Qi Tu’s shield against crisis wasn’t like a sudden enlightenment.

But no matter in terms of ear knowledge or eye knowledge, Yi Sheng Feng was far inferior to today’s Jiang Wang.

Bian Cheng Wang could already completely make his opponent “see as not see, hear as not hear,” truly killing their “senses”!

You Que, who was showing the momentum of a Dong Zhen, just stared fixedly at the Yan Luo mask in front of him, which was carved with the two characters “Bian Cheng.” He spat out a mouthful of blood and praised: “Good curse technique! Good sword method!”

Then, without a breath left, he fell backward.

Unexpectedly, he just died like that!

Indeed, Qin Guang Wang and Bian Cheng Wang were both considered Shen Lin powerhouses, and both were confident enough to dare rush into the dragon’s pool and tiger’s den, and to even dare to face a Dong Zhen cultivator.

But a Dong Zhen cultivator, died with one strike!?

This couldn’t even be called a plot; the word “plot” was already carved onto their faces.

Bian Cheng Wang, who had sheathed his sword, exchanged a look with Qin Guang Wang, whose eyes had just turned green. They both understood the other’s eyes—

The situation isn’t good, run quickly!

Qin Guang Wang turned into a wisp of green light and quietly escaped.

Bian Cheng Wang then directly distorted the light and flew horizontally into the sky.

All sounds ceased to exist. Lying in the courtyard were the silent corpses of You Que and the dog.

Almost immediately after Qin Guang Wang and Bian Cheng Wang left, a golden shimmering figure suddenly sat up from You Que’s corpse lying on the doorstep. Suddenly, the golden light dissipated, revealing another You Que.

This was his Yuan Shen.

What is the key step from Shen Lin to Dong Zhen?

It is to use the divine soul as the core, the Dao pulse Teng Long as the shell, merge them into one, refine the spirit into god, and achieve the “Yuan Shen” in the Yuan Shen Sea!

Divine soul power, spirit knowledge power, Yuan Shen power, all are expressions of divine soul power. It can be seen as the three realms of divine soul power. Its foundation is still the divine soul.

Just as no matter You pulse, Zhou Tian, Tong Tian, or Shen Lin, although they have different realms, the fundamental is still the physical body.

What does “Yuan” mean? The beginning of all things.

Cultivating the Yuan Shen step is a step forward from being a “human’s god” towards being a “world’s god.”

This god is not a divine spirit.

Shen Lin is “I descend upon the world like a divine spirit,” emphasizing “I.”

Dong Zhen, on the other hand, is to “penetrate the truth of the world,” emphasizing the outside of the body. It is the cultivator’s understanding of this world, even their control over it.

You Que stepped out of the small courtyard in one step. He was covered in black clothes and wore a mask. With a wave of his hand, he sealed off all the sounds in the entire You family old residence.

Then he began to walk slowly towards the outside.

He was not in a hurry because he wanted to give those few small assassins a little time to escape.

And everyone who appeared in his sight, no matter men, women, old, young, near, far, remembered or not remembered… All successively fell down.

This slaughter was initially unknown to anyone until corpses lay everywhere.

As the strongest person within the You family old residence, the guardian of the ancestral temple, You Qin Wei, detected the spread of death qi for the first time. He had already mobilized his True Yuan and crossed the threshold—

A palm pressed on his face, pressing him back into the ancestral temple.

Even though his Qi and blood were like a tide, even though his strength was not simple, even though he used the life-risking secret method left by his elder brother You Qin Xu that year, he still couldn’t move!

But he also didn’t want to move again.

He recognized this palm.

The old man’s eyes peeked out from the gaps between his fingers, staring dead at the masked man—”It’s you!”

The man said calmly: “It’s me.”

At this moment, You Qin Wei’s eyes were extremely complex. Finally, he only said: “But I hope you are right.”

Then he was gently pressed to the ground, his life force dissipating.

The previous text’s pen error has been corrected.

You Que’s session at the Yellow River Meeting was in the year 3896.

Zuo Guang Lie’s session was in the year 3909.

The Jing Country’s attack on Wei war was in the year 3898.

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