allonlinenovel Chapter 280
Chapter 280
He has spent thirty-two years in this world.
Not knowing who his biological father was, the overly precocious child did not receive much love from the poor single mother, and was even alienated by her because of his cold personality and coldness.
When his mother came home drunk again, the debt collector who had been lurking there for a long time pushed open the door and broke into this not-so-warm house.
Six-year-old Yan Congzhi was threatened to pay off a debt, and his right leg was broken by a baseball bat with nails in it in front of his mother. The number that had been broadcast long ago finally called the police who arrived belatedly. Yan Congzhi, who was frail and unable to practice, was grabbed by the collar and thrown to the ground. He suddenly remembered the child with blood and tears on his face in Wanshan.
His leg was broken and infected, and the backward small city and extremely limited medical technology left his right leg empty below the knee.
His mother looked at her child's pale face on the operating table and felt fear in her heart.
Her child, who was unlike ordinary people and never acted like a spoiled child, dragged his broken leg to look in the direction of the debt collector's escape after he ran away, and even wrote down the license plate number that flashed by.
When the police arrived, he told them the whole story in detail.
Before being pulled into the ambulance, the six-year-old child looked at her face calmly and said:
"Stop gambling, or you'll be next."
She felt that it was not a small soul that lived in that small body.
The trivialities and pains of life were not worth mentioning. It was just that in the first week after returning home after the high school entrance examination, his biological mother felt that she had fulfilled her mission, so she left without saying goodbye, abandoning this human burden that made her uneasy day and night.
They are not yet adults, cannot work, and have very poor physical condition. Any cold can turn into pneumonia.
He was not talented enough to practice cultivation, and in this world without spiritual energy, he had never seen anything strange or supernatural.
He can't see it, but others can.
By some lucky chance, whether real or fake, Yan Congzhi learned the rules that govern this world, and at a young age he paid off all the debts owed by his mother by relying on feng shui.
He was just helping people adjust according to the rules, and he didn't know what the results were.
It's funny to say, but with his ordinary body, he has guided more people out of the maze than before with his God-given physique.
Yan Congzhi followed the crowd and finished high school and college, and then went on to graduate and doctoral studies. He lived a stable life in this small world using the little knowledge he had accidentally seen during his thousands of years of practice.
The mountains do not refuse to be filled with dust, and the rivers do not refuse to be full. All kinds of bitter fruits are the result of cultivation.
The speed of time flowing in the bubble world is different from that outside. Yan Congzhi only thinks that he is realizing the heart of Tao and is not tainted by fame and fortune. When he becomes rich, he does charity. While waiting, he does what he can and donates the money sent by those people in another way.
But his mission is still not started.
No one knows who the "she" in the world's will is.
Until his apprentice appeared in the crowded playground.
With a vibrant smile and the familiar courage to move forward.
Yan Congzhi suddenly thought of the little boy practicing martial arts in the bamboo forest.
It seemed as if some revelation from the unknown made him realize that this mission was finally about to begin.
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Ni Yangzhou looked out the window at the carefully trimmed green plants in the courtyard, and the blue and white roofs looked like a wisp of dancing white cloud under the blue sky.
Private hospitals seem to be meticulous in every aspect, from the favorable environment to the soft-spoken doctors and nurses.
Ni Yangzhou thought of Meng Ting in the first world, who was using a fountain pen intermittently in the stuffy classroom.
The two people in the ward hadn't spoken to each other for a long time.
One was in a wheelchair and the other was reclining on the bed.
Ni Yangzhou watched the sun gradually set and suddenly ordered everyone to leave.
"Teacher Yan."
Not the master, not the master, not Xiao Meng, Xiao Liuer, or the elder brother.
It’s a new identity—Teacher Yan.
Yan Congzhi was stunned when he heard this. This name has been used by many people. It is obviously the same word, but when it comes out of the mouth of a young man, it has a completely different feeling.
Yan Congzhi looked at his apprentice steadily.
"Please go first, Teacher Yan. I need to call my family to let them know I'm safe. It's not convenient for me to be here."
Yan Congzhi frowned again.
His apprentice said "family".
This is clearly just a world in a bubble.
His apprentice said family.
An invisible wall emerged from the air and expanded rapidly like air, separating the two people from a distance of less than one meter.
The disciple who was supposed to be with him said he wanted to report his safety to his family.
But as a master, it is inconvenient for him to be here.
The young man had no idea of the other person's mental activities.
For him, the memories of several lifetimes are real, but the experiences of this lifetime are what were actually going on just a few hours ago.
It's like taking a tiring nap after a busy day, and waking up to remember every little detail of the hours.
He now felt like the unlucky guy who was hit after military training and selected by the system to participate in the mission.
Instead of Ni Yangzhou, the last disciple of Minghong Sect who can fly and hide in the ground in the world of cultivation.
Ni Yangzhou discovered that in this world, the other party's brows seemed to have never been relaxed, and the lines between his eyebrows seemed to have deepened a little after hearing his words.
Ni Yangzhou couldn't wait for the other party to take action, so he took his mobile phone from the small cabinet next to him and shook it.
Yan Congzhi lowered his eyelashes, and after a few seconds, he finally said:
"Have a good rest and I'll see you tomorrow."
The man pressed the button on the wheelchair, and the assistant outside the door came in. Ni Yangzhou looked at the backs of the two people leaving, and recalled the "clacking" sound of the assistant's shoes on the ground in the long corridor.
The young man slowly exhaled, looked at the gradually darkening ward, and dialed his mother's number.