Chapter 45 The Man in White Clothes

  "Let go!"

  Ding Ling's face changed slightly, and she struggled free from Ding Yan's right hand.

  "You don't have to pretend to be a good person! From the moment you made that decision, my brother was already dead!" As soon as she finished speaking, Ding Ling's body began to dissipate into mist in front of Ding Yan, gradually turning into a hazy and indistinct fog.

  He stretched out his hand, Ting Yan wanted to grab her, but what came out was just a wisp of fog.

  Suddenly, a vague picture flashed through his mind...

  On the screen, a ragged child sits in front of a thatched hut, with a numb expression on his face, his icy small hands holding half a stiff bun.

  Under the setting sun, an old crow cries alone!

  A middle-aged monk wearing a brocade robe walked up to the child and asked.

  "Child, are you willing to cultivate the Tao?"

  "What is cultivation?"

  The middle-aged cultivator smiled and said, "Cultivation is about seeking the Dao of Immortality, for example, your country Zhao's immortal master, he is a cultivator."

  The child's eyes lit up, "National Master? After cultivating, can I become a National Master? If I become a National Master, I will never have to go hungry again. My sister can also wear new clothes and sleep in a warm quilt."

  "Not bad, as long as you cultivate the Tao, these things, want as much as you have." said the middle-aged cultivator.

  "Great, I'll cultivate with you!" the child exclaimed excitedly.

  The middle-aged master smiled and stroked his beard "Very well, you may follow me then."

  "Wait... Is Xiu Dao leaving this place? What about his sister then..."

  The middle-aged master ignored the child's problem, picked up the child and pressed down, the child raised his head and vaguely saw a little girl who had pushed out the door and was kneeling in front of the door crying painfully.

  "Brother, where are you going......"

  ......

  His words didn't reach his eyes, and his mind transmitted wave after wave of sharp pain.

  This memory is a part that has been forgotten, and this kind of forgotten memory belongs to a self-protection mechanism of human beings. Some particularly painful memories will be intentionally forgotten by the subconscious. And when these forgotten memories are recalled again, there will be waves of sharp pain in the brain.

  "It was I who abandoned her..." As he watched the last wisp of black air seep into the ground, Ding Yan fell silent.

  Although it's a borrowed body, there are some things that can't be abandoned no matter what. Because this is a cause, a continuation.

  He withdrew his right hand and waited until the last wisp of mist transformed from the woman had dissipated. Dīng Yán let out a sigh, pushed open the door, and walked back inside.

  In the room, Ding Chen sat stupidly on the bed, lost in thought.

  "Uncle, teach me how to cultivate my dao." Ding Chen suddenly lifted his head and spoke.

  When words are heard, silence follows.

  "Since you've already decided..."

  He walked over, his right hand stretched out, and a faint green glow emerged from the tip of his index finger. With one point, it landed on Ding Chen's brow. Scene after scene, along with the tip of his finger, merged into Ding Chen's memory bit by bit.

  A vast amount of information flooded into Ding Chen's mind, and he only felt a dizziness in his head before fainting.

  "This boxing technique, you must practice with your heart... Uncle, I won't be able to accompany you anymore. As for your mother, although I don't understand why you hate her so much, if possible, it's best to see her again." Withdrawing his right hand, Ding Yan looked at the sleeping Ding Chen and left these words in his mind, which he would hear when he woke up.

  Ding Ling, still alive!

  To dispel the obsession of the original host, for rebirth, Ding Yan must go find her and fulfill the wish of the original host. As for Ding Chen, since he chose this path, he must learn to walk on his own, a young eagle must leave the protection of its elders to grow up.

  He closed the door, and Ding Yan walked downstairs. After paying the innkeeper with a jade stone, he added thirty days to his stay before leaving again. He no longer had any ordinary money on him. Using jade stones as currency was somewhat extravagant, but there was no other way. Fortunately, these jade stones contained a small amount of yuan energy, making them appear like night pearls from the outside. Ding Yan used a jade stone to pay for thirty days' lodging, and the innkeeper was naturally willing.

  After leaving the inn, Ding Yan pinched his fingers together and grasped at the air with one palm.

  A half-transparent aura overflowed from the inn and merged into his palm. This aura was a strand of immortal awareness that Ding Yan had placed inside Ding Chen's body.

  After receiving the immortal recognition, Ding Yan turned around and walked to a shadow under the eaves of the inn.

  This is where Ding Ling first appeared.

  Ding Yan observed for a moment, furrowed his brow, and with his immortal insight, he couldn't see anything unusual.

  After a moment of contemplation, Ding Yan waved his hand and sat down cross-legged.

  Passersby on the street looked at Ding Yan with curiosity, wondering why this scholar would suddenly sit down in this place. Some people even deliberately walked over and asked if Ding Yan was a fortune teller. Without paying attention to those people, Ding Yan closed his eyes, stretched out his left hand, and pinched out a spell seal.

  Deductive reasoning!

  The technique of deduction is a method of deducing ordinary people, and it's impossible to deduce information about cultivators. Ding Yan doesn't know what state Ding Ling is in now, but one thing is certain, she is absolutely not a cultivator. Because on her body, Ding Yan didn't feel any fluctuations of yuan energy at all. Moreover, apart from that eerie extreme yin power, there was also a large amount of turbid air on Ding Ling's body.

  Turbid Qi is heavy, it's ordinary. In other words, Ding Ling still belongs to the ordinary level.

  It is precisely because of this that the divination technique can continue to deduce her information, otherwise, if Ding Yan wants to surpass her, he will have to find another way.

  As the seal deepened, a faint mist appeared around Ding Yan's body. At the same time, a thread of almost imperceptible aura from the shadows on the ground was absorbed into his hand and infused into a half-transparent seal.

  "What is he doing?"

  "You're not an idiot, are you?"

  "I look like a Taoist..."

  Passersby looked at Ding Yan with curiosity.

  In their eyes, Ding Yan was just sitting there quietly, motionless.

  Suddenly, Ding Yan abruptly opened his eyes.

  In his pupils, an inverted image appeared.

  Within the screen, Ding Ling sat in a dark courtyard, surrounded by gloomy surroundings. In front of her, a man wearing a white brocade robe sat cross-legged, and just as Ding Yan wanted to observe further, the man in white suddenly opened his eyes.

  In the pitch-black eyes, a dazzling light burst out, as if across the void, staring at Ding Yan.

  *gulp*...

  At this moment, the screen shattered suddenly.

  On the spot, Ding Yan's face turned gloomy. Although it was only a brief glance, Ding Yan still saw clearly where Ding Ling was. As for the white-clothed man, in Ding Yan's perception, the other party's cultivation should not be weaker than his.

  "It turned out that she went to that place... Calculating, that place is also in the cycle of reincarnation, part of the mortal world... But who was that man in white? He could actually sense my divination technique..."

  After thinking for a long time, Ding Yan finally gave up thinking, got up, walked out a few steps, and suddenly disappeared into thin air.

  "My goodness, he's actually disappeared!!"

  "Oh no, a monster!"

  A big living person suddenly disappeared, causing a brief commotion in the city.

  At this time, Ding Yan had already left the range of Jianjing and appeared in the Jiulong Mountain Range...