Pure Yang!

Chapter 349 Chen Long and Zhang Tianyang! Endless Waiting
The small courtyard is quiet, the bright moon and frost are like the sorrow of autumn, shining on the three people, and their shadows linger for a long time.

The Zhang family's ancestral home has not been as lively as it is tonight for many years.

The three of them stood in the courtyard, each with different emotions and thoughts.

Zhang Tianyang is in a state of calm, just like the endless waters of Pearl Lake, which is calm for thousands of miles and has a depth that is hard to tell. This old friend of Nan Zhang, just now, killed three great heavenly masters, shocking the world and having no taboos, but in the blink of an eye, he has turned into an old painter guarding the lake, unremarkable and without a trace of worldly affairs.

Zhang Fan's eyes changed, and he was filled with mixed emotions. He knew that the old man in front of him was one of his few closest relatives in this world.

After all, almost all the people in Nan Zhang were killed.

How many people are still here in my hometown?

At this moment, Lou Hechuan's emotions fluctuated the most. He looked at Zhang Tianyang in front of him, and his thoughts seemed to go back to the day more than 40 years ago when he first set foot in the old place of Nan Zhang.

"Boy, are you my second brother's new kid? You look so sloppy and ordinary. Come on, cheer up!"

That was the first time he met Zhang Tianyang. Their old words lingered in his ears, and that day more than 40 years ago seemed to be right before his eyes.

But they are all old, their black hair has turned white, and time is hard to find anymore.

"Xiaolou, you are old too." Zhang Tianyang whispered.

"Back then, when you followed your second brother, you hadn't started a family yet, and you were so green that you could squeeze water out of your body."

"Third in command." Lou Hechuan's voice trembled. For some reason, as the light and shadow danced in front of his eyes, his eyes became slightly moist.

Maybe it’s for the time that has long been lost, or maybe it’s for the affection hidden deep in the heart.

"I'm sorry to the Zhang family and to the second in command..." Lou Hechuan murmured softly. Even at this age, a mist appeared in his cloudy eyes.

When mentioning Zhang Tiansheng, his voice choked up for a moment.

That was the man who was like a father and a brother to him, but on that night, blood flowed like a river and dyed Zhu Lake. He was afraid and cowardly. He was unable to take that step and stand firmly by the man's side.

Zhang Tiansheng once said that his talent is that of being simple yet clever. If he works hard and gets the chance, he may be able to reach the level of a heavenly master in this lifetime.

For the initially unremarkable Lou Hechuan, this was quite high praise. Not only was he himself surprised, even the bystanders that day could not help but marvel.

But after all these years, he had only cultivated to the Zhaishou realm. Perhaps it was the decision he made that night that became his inner demon and the biggest obstacle to his practice over the years.

Perhaps, that night, he took that step, even if he died, at least he would feel at peace...

There will be no more demonic tribulations on the path of cultivation.

Unfortunately, with just one thought in mind, his life was turned upside down and would never be the same again. The trajectory of his fate was never as Zhang Tiansheng had said.

The great realm of Heavenly Master will eventually become illusory.

After many years, when he met his old friend again, Lou Hechuan couldn't suppress the emotions hidden in his heart.

"Youth is not reserved for the young, and the endless hatred will never end. When I look back with gray hair, I realize that life is nothing but a carefree journey."

Zhang Tianyang spoke softly, walked to Lou Hechuan and patted him on the shoulder.

"Xiao Lou, you are really old. You have such emotions."

"Back then, you risked your life to save Ling Zonghe... you were repaying his kindness. There was no need to do this."

"The third boss..."

Lou Hechuan looked troubled. He had a thousand things to say, but when the words came to his lips, he didn't know where to start.

"Xiaolou, I want to talk to my family." Zhang Tianyang suddenly said.

Upon hearing this, Lou Hechuan raised his gaze and looked at Zhang Fan. He immediately understood what he meant, nodded, and retreated respectfully.

In the quiet courtyard, only Zhang Tianyang and Zhang Fan were left.

The old man stood with his hands behind his back, turned around and looked at Zhang Fan.

"You are the son of Lingzong!"

"Third...Third Grandpa!" Zhang Fan bowed respectfully.

"Time flies so fast. You're so grown up now. Second brother's lineage finally has a successor." Zhang Tianyang looked at Zhang Fan, a rare hint of tenderness appearing in his calm eyes.

"Third Grandpa, my dad..." Zhang Fan said.

Now Zhang Lingzong is trapped in Ailao Mountain. He has just witnessed Zhang Tianyang's strength. If his third grandfather is willing to take action, perhaps he can reverse the current predicament.

"Everyone has his own destiny."

Zhang Tianyang interrupted Zhang Fan before he could finish speaking.

"Third Grandpa..."

“People always see bad things as ominous, but they don’t know that beneath disaster, there is also fate, and within fate, there is also disaster…” Zhang Tianyang said lightly.

You may ruin someone's fate, but save his life; you may prevent his calamity, but harm his life.

The road of life has always hidden disasters and blessings. You are within me and I embrace the yin and the yang. People in the world do not know the changes in disasters and fate, and their lives are in vain.

“To practice cultivation is to seek opportunities amidst disasters, and to steal the chance of survival amidst murderous intent…” Zhang Tianyang sighed slowly.

Being in the world is the greatest calamity and also the greatest fate.

When heaven sends down calamities, it also means it sends down opportunities. Only after going through thousands of calamities can one become an immortal.

"If we can't get across..."

"That means the disappearance of life and death, and everything becomes empty..." Zhang Tianyang said in a serious tone.

"Throughout history, only two or three people have been able to reach the end of this road."

"Gods are originally mortals, but mortals are afraid that their will is not strong enough..."

Zhang Fan murmured softly. Today, he had a new understanding of this sentence.

"If the greater the disaster, the greater the achievement, then my Nan Zhang would have unified the world long ago, and all religions would have been united."

At this moment, an indifferent voice resounded in the quiet courtyard. In the corner, a figure slowly walked out and stepped into the moonlight.

"The greater the achievement, the greater the disaster, so Nan Zhang is gone." Zhang Tianyang spoke softly without turning his head.

"Chenlong!"

Zhang Fan's expression changed slightly. He didn't know when Chen Long appeared in the courtyard.

"Dad, as long as you are alive and I am alive, Nan Zhang will still be here." Chen Long said in a serious tone.

"Nanfeng, you have made great progress."

Zhang Tianyang turned around and looked at Chen Long, a ripple appearing in his originally calm eyes.

Once upon a time, Zhang Nanfeng was still a man, but now when I see her again, she has become a girl.

The nine inner elixirs and the five elements king are indeed beyond common sense and not part of ordinary destiny.

However, for Zhang Tianyang, there is no difference. For a cultivator, life and death are the same, let alone gender?

There were waves in his eyes, but it was the reunion of father and son after a long absence.

"Dad, I guessed that you were not dead." Chen Long said in a serious tone.

"So you set up this trap to lure me out?"

Zhang Tianyang's eyes narrowed slightly and fell on Chen Long's chest. The wound caused by Kang Long's horn had already healed as before. As for the treasure refined by Bei Zhang, it had already fallen into her hands.

"The [Kanglong Horn] developed by my second uncle is indeed extraordinary, but it's a pity that the [True Dragon Horn] has already fallen into my hands. How could I be afraid of this fake one?" Chen Long said lightly.

After hearing this, Zhang Fan couldn't help but frown.

"So, you risked your life to lure Beizhang's people to bring this treasure?" Zhang Tianyang said calmly.

"When they know I'm coming, they will definitely ask for the [Kanglong Horn]. With this thing, perhaps I can comprehend the use of the [True Dragon Horn]." Chen Long whispered.

"By the way, I'll kill the three Heavenly Masters to lure you out."

Zhang Fan couldn't help but gasp after hearing this. It turned out that since the day when the news that Chen Long was about to appear in Qingu Town was leaked, everything was in Chen Long's calculations. He used himself as bait, entered the game, attracted the three great celestial masters, designed Kanglongjiao, and lured out Zhang Tianyang. It was simply killing three birds with one stone.

"You've grown up." Zhang Tianyang sighed.

"Dad, come with me, let's join forces..." Chen Long said in a deep voice.

"Go away..." Zhang Tianyang waved his hand.

"father……"

Chen Long was stunned for a moment, then frowned, and couldn't help asking: "Are you blaming me for ambushing and killing Zhang Lingzong's family back then?"

As soon as these words came out, a cold look appeared in Zhang Fan's eyes.

Actually, Chen Long was his greatest enemy. It was this woman who caused his family to be destroyed and his loved ones to die, and he fell into a deep sleep for ten years without waking up.

“Even if we are from the same clan, we cannot unite our thoughts and hearts…” Zhang Tianyang murmured softly.

The lessons of history are right before our eyes. Otherwise, how could Zhang San and Zhang Kongming have rebelled against Mount Longhu and later achieved the reputation of being the best master in the world?
Otherwise, how could the Longhu Zhang family have disputes between the north and the south, fighting within the family, and killing each other?
"You are all grown up and have your own ideas. I won't say much." Zhang Tianyang shook his head.

"Dad, so many people died in Nanzhang back then, wasn't it just for you to sit on the throne of the leader of Wuwei Sect, unify the world, and bring all religions together?" Chen Long said in a deep voice.

"Zhang Lingzong forgot his mission, so he deserves to die."

"Now, this position is very close to us..." Chen Long's voice became heavier.

Zhang Fan's face darkened slightly, and he felt Chen Long's gaze wandering over him.

“Nanfeng, with your current level of cultivation, you shouldn’t limit your horizons to just one clan or one family…” Zhang Tianyang suddenly said.

Chen Long paused, her eyes narrowed slightly, and she said coldly: "Without a clan, how can the world be unified and all religions united? How can there be pure yang and infinite hope for longevity?"

"Dad, you should know that any great achiever stands out from the countless ordinary individuals."

"Without a single clan or family, the Dao Sect, or Wuwei... they all cease to exist."

Zhang Tianyang remained silent after hearing this. After a long while, he said, "Perhaps, you are right."

"You have all grown up. You have your own way, and the spiritual sect has its own way. I am old, and I can only stay here."

Zhang Tianyang seemed to be out of tune with this world. He was a remnant of the old era and should not have lived to this day.

"Dad, if you don't want to, I won't force you..."

As he spoke, Chen Long looked up at the small building in front of him.

"However, I want to take the [Coffin Carrying Notes] left by my second uncle."

"Go away, that thing is no longer here." Zhang Tianyang waved his hand.

"Not here? Who took him away? Zhang Lingzong?" Chen Long frowned.

Zhang Tianyang remained silent. Chen Long looked at his father and knew that he was not lying.

"Second uncle should have also left behind the clue to the ninth method." Chen Long's voice became heavy.

"That's not for you."

As he spoke, Zhang Tianyang looked at Zhang Fan.

"Child, please go in."

"Dad, you killed three great heavenly masters, how is your body?" Chen Long suddenly changed the subject.

The Tao is natural, balanced and harmonious. It is almost impossible to kill the three great heavenly masters without paying any price.

The implication of Chen Long's words is obvious.

"Do you want to try it?" Zhang Tianyang said lightly.

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the quiet courtyard became tense, like a silver bottle breaking or a string flying.

Zhang Fan stood there, feeling his breathing stagnate, as if an invisible force was squeezing all the blood in his body toward his heart.

"Zhang Fan..."

At this moment, Chen Long spoke. He looked at Zhang Fan and broke the silence. The atmosphere immediately melted like ice and snow.

"What I said to you by the Pearl Lake is still valid. If you are willing, I can help you get promoted..."

"The next time we meet, it will be time for you to make a decision. Otherwise, I have let you go twice, but I will not let you go a third time..."

"After all, you're not my only choice."

At this point, Chen Long's eyes darkened slightly, and he said coldly: "Ren Xiao, I can kill one, or I can kill the second one."

As soon as these words came out, Zhang Fan's pupils suddenly contracted, as if he had touched a reverse scale, and his fists clenched violently.

"you dare!"

Every word that came out from between Zhang Fan's teeth was filled with a chilling chill.

"Weak threats only reveal your stupidity." Chen Long sneered, as if he had found Zhang Fan's weak spot.

"Child, come in."

At this moment, Zhang Tianyang interrupted their conversation with a soft whisper. He walked slowly and stood in front of Zhang Fan and Zhang Tianyang.

"Third Grandpa..." Zhang Fan looked at Zhang Tianyang.

"After this separation, we may never meet again..." Zhang Tianyang sighed.

Zhang Fan's expression changed slightly when he heard this. He was about to say something, but Zhang Tianyang waved his hand.

"Go!"

Zhang Fan gritted his teeth, looked at Chen Long deeply, turned around and walked into the quiet ancient building.

Chen Long watched Zhang Fan walk into the small building and looked at Zhang Tianyang again.

"Dad, what else can you do if you stay here?" Chen Long asked.

"Wait."

"Wait? Wait for what?"

"Nanfeng, the road you are taking will be difficult."

"No matter how difficult it is, I will keep going." Chen Long said lightly.

"Fool, idiot." Zhang Tianyang sighed and waved his hand: "Go away, we will never see each other again in this life."

As soon as these words came out, Chen Long's eyes trembled slightly. He looked at the dying old man in front of him, clenched his hands, and a hint of determination flashed in his eyes.

"take care!"

He turned and left, taking a step forward into the long night. Then, a long howl rose up, echoing in the dark night and falling on the long lake, as if revealing endless sorrow. But in an instant, he felt relieved.

At this moment, Chen Long seemed to have completely cut off the shackles. He had no father or mother, no relatives or friends, but he no longer had any worries or sorrows.

Zhang Tianyang looked in the direction where Chen Long was going away with his eyes lowered.

"Sound after sound, watch after watch, the red dust outside the window and the lights inside the window, the lights are bright, but they can't illuminate the red dust for life." Zhang Tianyang murmured softly.

Every era has its own imprint, and every person has his or her own mission.

Some people have been wandering in the world for their whole lives, yet they are unable to understand where their destiny lies.

Zhang Tianyang's era is long gone, his life is here, and his final mission is endless waiting...

"I'm waiting for... the Lord of Nan Zhang!"

Zhang Tianyang whispered softly and looked back at the old building.

(End of this chapter)