"Cultivation leads to eternal life. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Chen Yangfeng threw out such a sentence lightly.

Zhang Jian's eyes fluctuated slightly, and then asked, "Really?" ”

Chen Yang nodded and said, "Of course, cultivation can lead to immortality, but there is no one in a hundred miles. ”

Zhang Jian's face was a little gloomy, if immortality was so simple, wouldn't everyone go to cultivate.

Chen Yang took in all the changes in his face and said, "Your talent is very good, the best I have ever seen, if you are willing to cultivate, I believe that you will become a successful person among those hundred people." ”

Zhang Jian's face changed, Chen Yang didn't urge when he saw this, and said: "Think about it, if you are willing to cultivate, I will teach you, if you feel that the life of the royal power is more suitable for you, then I can't help you in your future cultivation." You can't have both. ”

Chen Yang got up and left, leaving Zhang Jian frowning and thinking about it.

Yao Ji was already listening to the conversation between the two, and after Chen Yang left, she trotted over, shook Zhang Jian's arm, and said, "Brother, why don't you promise the master?" ”

Zhang Jian shook his head and said, "Little sister, if I were you, I would definitely choose to cultivate without hesitation, but I can't, at least for now, no." ”

Yaoji couldn't understand Zhang Jian's words, she had always been a relatively cute girl, and she couldn't understand something with a little depth.

Chen Yang hadn't seen Zhang Jian for a few days, he didn't ask Yaoji, and he didn't even release his divine sense. Zhang Jian is a smart kid, and he has his own set of standards when it comes to trade-offs.

On the sixth day, Zhang Jian appeared.

"Uncle Chen, can you give me some more time?" Zhang Jian's tone was somewhat almost pleading.

Chen Yang asked, "How long will you take?" ”

Zhang Jian thought about it for a moment and said, "Ten years." ”

Chen Yang's brows furrowed, his eyes touched him, and Zhang Jian's eyes were a little evasive.

"Okay, I can give you ten years. But until then, I won't teach you to cultivate. Chen Yang knew what he wanted to do in the past ten years.

He said that you can't have both fish and bear's paws, since Zhang Jian wants to judge which one he is interested in through the past ten years, let him judge. But he tried to do both in parallel, and Chen Yang told him directly that it was impossible.

Chen Yang's task was only to lead him into the Dao, not to really accept this apprentice.

Zhang Jian is still just a prince now, and his heart is so proud. It is hard for Chen Yang to imagine that such a person can really go through so many calamities and finally achieve the Great Dao?

Zhang Jian was a little disappointed and said: "Uncle Chen, ten years can make me have a deeper understanding of cultivation, and I will not delay the management of court affairs, this is a good thing to kill two birds with one stone, why don't you teach me?" ”

Chen Yang's brows furrowed even deeper, Zhang Jian, this kid was playing tricks on him. Why didn't you teach him yourself?

Such a simple question, Zhang Jian even asked himself? He is knowingly asking, he is testing himself, and he wants to fish in troubled waters.

Chen Yang suddenly felt a little angry in his heart, an eighteen-year-old young man, above board, questioned himself with the fact that he was blind, trying to compromise himself.

Chen Yang looked at him and said, "Wang Quan, or cultivation, you think about it slowly, think clearly, just tell me." ”

A touch of disappointment flashed in the depths of Zhang Jian's eyes, and the meaning of what Chen Yang said was already obvious. There is only one way you can go, and there is no second possibility.

This conversation and exchange made the relationship between Chen Yang and Zhang Jian seem to have reached a dead end.

Every time he taught Yao Ji to cultivate, Zhang Jian didn't peek from the sidelines. And about three years have passed since such days, and over the years, Chen Yang and Zhang Jian have met only a handful of times.

Chen Yang would release his divine sense every day and capture Zhang Jian's breath. He found that Zhang Jian was still cultivating alone, and he was just relying on his instinct to absorb aura. Although he lacks Chen Yang's teachings and has no orthodox exercises, his cultivation is still improving.

Chen Yang's refusal to teach him cultivation did not seem to have stopped his progress in cultivation. This made Chen Yang a little miscalculated.

Guangyan Miaole country is peaceful and peaceful, King Jingde and Bao Yueguang love each other, and the whole country is showing a thriving side.

However, accidents always fall from the sky, and they don't give people the slightest chance to prepare.

King Jingde was in the middle of the court one morning, and suddenly died violently, which caught everyone off guard.

Zhang Jian, who was sitting in the lower seat, saw his father suddenly close his eyes, and thought that he hadn't rested well last night. But after a while, he noticed that something didn't seem right, and shouted softly, but King Jingde did not respond.

Since Zhang Jian's cultivation, his six senses are beyond ordinary people, and when he said it carefully, he suddenly panicked in his heart and hurriedly pounced.

"Father, father!"

Zhang Jian's eyes instantly reddened, and his voice was pathetic. The ministers below heard that something was wrong and asked one after another.

King Jingde's body fell from the throne a little stiffly, and was held in Zhang Jian's arms, Zhang Jian turned around, and said to the ministers with red eyes: "Father has died!" ”

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"Life and death are fateful." Facing Zhang Jian, who was looking at him expectantly, although Chen Yang regretted the death of King Jingde, it was still a little difficult to resurrect a person with his current cultivation. And this is only on the one hand, on the other hand, Chen Yang is unwilling to forcibly change his life against the sky, so as to bear the cause and effect.

Zhang Jian's eyes suddenly dimmed, Chen Yang patted him on the shoulder, and turned to leave.

Since you can't give him hope, words of comfort aren't necessarily of much use.

King Jingde's funeral was very solemn, and the people spontaneously organized for King Jingde to wear filial piety for three days. And in the past few days, Zhang Jian and Yaoji have been in a bad mood. During this time, Yaoji spent almost all of her time in sad and painful tears.

King Jingde died, and the new king should be Zhang Jian, but Zhang Jian said that he needed to think about it. The ministers were taken aback, and the most surprising was Bao Yueguang.

Bao Yueguang called Zhang Jian to the harem, and since the death of King Jingde, Bao Yueguang always looks very tired and listless.

"Queen Mother, is there anything wrong with calling the child here?" Zhang Jian and Bao Yueguang sat opposite each other, which was the first face-to-face dialogue between mother and son after the death of King Jingde.

Bao Yueguang looked at her twenty-one-year-old son in front of her, and she already looked like an adult.

"My son has grown up." Bao Yueguang suddenly said such a sentence with some emotion, and immediately asked, "Why don't you want to inherit the throne?" Your father, the king, said to me, "You will be a wise ruler in the future." ”

Zhang Jian shook his head slightly, his eyes became more and more determined, and said, "Queen Mother, I have more important things to do." ”

Bao Yueguang couldn't imagine that there was anything more important than being a king, so she asked, "What is it?" ”

Zhang Jian's eyes lit up with two resolute essences: "Cultivation!" (To be continued.) )