Tian Yuan

Chapter 1379 Are you afraid of death?

Chen Qingyuan walked along the busy street until he reached the gate of the imperial palace.

Looking at this high wall, I felt a familiar atmosphere.

Although the palace is great, there are always people who want to get out and don't want to be trapped in it.

There were imperial guards stationed at certain intervals outside the wall, and no one was allowed to approach.

"stop!"

As Chen Qingyuan walked forward, someone immediately stepped forward to stop him, with a stern face and fierce eyes. This is the duty of the imperial guards, and of course they cannot be lax.

"Please inform the old king that an old friend is here to see you. His surname is Chen."

Chen Qingyuan said politely.

"You..." The guard looked at the man in front of him. He had an extraordinary temperament and was definitely not an ordinary person. After hesitating for a moment, he agreed: "Wait."

A soldier naturally couldn't ask to see the old king, so he could only report to the higher authorities.

"Thank you."

Chen Qingyuan thanked him and waited there.

After going around in circles and wasting half an hour, a deputy general of some importance finally arrived.

The deputy general was very young. He looked Chen Qingyuan up and down, looking very unfamiliar, and asked some simple questions.

Chen Qingyuan answered them one by one, calmly and confidently.

"Wait a little longer."

Having determined that the person in front of him was extraordinary, the deputy general decided to inform the commander of the imperial guards about this. If he lost the bet, if nothing unexpected happened, his future prospects for the rest of his life would basically be over.

After a while, the commander of the imperial guards learned about this matter and came to deal with it personally.

The old friend with the surname "Chen" has special significance.

If it was really that person, just thinking about it made my whole body tremble, I couldn't control the urge to worship him, my eyes kept flickering.

With excitement and anxiety in his heart, the commander of the imperial guards quickened his pace and arrived at the palace gate.

Upon seeing it from a distance, the commander of the imperial guards was stunned for a moment.

Although the figure was blurry, he knew that it was the reclusive master.

Decades ago, the commander of the imperial guards was just a young man who happened to be working in the palace to gain experience. He witnessed the scene of Chen Qingyuan repelling the ascetics from all sides. It was deeply engraved in his heart and he would never forget it for the rest of his life.

"See senior!"

The commander of the imperial guards immediately regained his senses, hurried over, bowed, saluted and shouted.

Seeing this, the guards were stunned.

"you know me?"

Chen Qingyuan looked at the person in front of him and whispered.

"I am fortunate to have seen the figure of the senior back then."

The commander's body was trembling slightly due to being too excited.

"Oh." Chen Qingyuan stated his purpose: "I want to meet the old king."

"Please."

Then, the commander bowed and led the way, and asked someone to use the military pigeons to report the matter to the king as soon as possible.

The monarch, who was handling state affairs, soon received the news and was shocked. He immediately put down everything he was doing, prepared to greet him in person, and asked someone to inform the emperor.

In the front yard of the palace, the current king has entered old age, with white temples and wrinkles on his face.

"senior."

The king originally still had a trace of doubt, but now that he had seen it with his own eyes, all his doubts were gone. He was filled with joy and surprise and bowed down.

The commander of the imperial guards and the soldiers who reported the news suppressed their joy and finally felt relieved. They knew that their future was bright and they would be highly praised by the king.

Everyone present looked respectful.

"Ah."

Chen Qingyuan smiled and nodded slightly.

"Senior, my father is old and ill, so it is difficult for me to come out to greet you. Please forgive me."

In order to avoid misunderstanding, the king quickly explained.

"No problem, take me to see him."

Chen Qingyuan would not get angry over such a trivial matter.

"Yes."

Then, the king led the way himself, and the others followed at a distance behind him.

Soon, the group arrived at the back garden.

Flowers are in full bloom and birds are singing.

The old king was sitting in a wooden wheelchair, pushed by a good-looking young palace maid. They met under the willow trees by the lake.

"Mr. Chen...Brother."

In his old age, he was able to meet his former benefactor again. This was an incomparable happiness for Zhu Wulang. A layer of mist covered his old and turbid eyes.

Everyone tactfully retreated to a distance, leaving only two people here, and no one dared to disturb them.

"Wu Lang, long time no see."

Chen Qingyuan walked forward and spoke with a smile.

Zhu Wulang now had a pale face and was skinny. He was wearing a thick coat, but still felt a little cold. He wanted to stand up and salute Chen Qingyuan, but after struggling for several times, he still couldn't leave the wheelchair and almost fell down.

"Just sit still!"

Chen Qingyuan walked up to him and gently pressed on Zhu Wulang's shoulder.

Seeing Chen Qingyuan preparing to push the chair, Zhu Wulang was flattered and quickly refused: "Brother, you can't do this!"

"Sit still and don't move."

His tone became serious, and Chen Qingyuan gently pushed the wheelchair to the small pavilion by the lake, looking at the lake view and feeling the breeze.

"It's worth it to see my brother again before I die."

Zhu Wulang's voice was weak and his face was pale, and it looked like he wouldn't live for many days.

"The Changjin State is well governed and prosperous everywhere."

On the way here, Chen Qingyuan saw the scenery of various places in the dynasty and was quite pleased.

"Thanks to Brother Chen's protection, otherwise how could I have such peace and security?"

After many years, Zhu Wulang still remembers the time he spent with Chen Qingyuan more clearly and with gratitude.

Then, the two talked about many things.

For example: The emperor's grandson, who possessed a talent for spiritual practice, went to a nearby sword-cultivating sect a few years ago and embarked on a path that separated him from the heir to the dynasty. No matter what happens in the future, he can only rely on himself, and his elders in the family cannot help him.

Where did natural disasters occur in the dynasty and how were they resolved?

Zhu Wulang said whatever he thought without reservation.

The sun sets and dusk is approaching.

"Are you afraid of death?"

At this time, Chen Qingyuan's expression became more serious and he asked softly.

"No," Zhu Wulang answered calmly, "I have no regrets in my life. God has been very kind to me."

"If I give you a chance to live, would you want it?"

Chen Qingyuan said again.

"Brother, what do you mean?"

To be honest, Zhu Wulang didn’t quite understand. He slowly turned his head and looked at him with a look of confusion on his face.

"You are born with a useless body, just like countless other people, you are destined not to embark on the path of cultivation." Chen Qingyuan looked into the distance and said slowly: "But you are a little different from the rest of the world. You are born to be a leader, and you have great fortune."

"Meeting Brother Chen is the greatest blessing in my life."

Zhu Wulang was not complimenting; it came from the heart.

"I have a way that may allow you to shed your useless body and embark on the path of cultivation." Chen Qingyuan looked serious and continued, "However, the process will be very painful and dangerous, and the possibility of success cannot be guaranteed."

"Brother Chen, are you going to give me a chance to live again?"

Although he is not afraid of death, how can Zhu Wulang not be excited if he can live his life again and even see the prosperous scenery of practitioners.