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Chapter 63: Freedom and Living (Please read, vote, and collect)
Seven days later, the two men, dressed in plain clothes, went down the mountain together.

Fuyouzi knew that his death was approaching and that his life span was determined by fate and could not be changed, so he had made preparations in advance. In addition to passing on the two treasures, the "Tianyantu" and the "Bamen Xunlongpan", to Li Ming, he naturally arranged his affairs after his death very properly and left a suicide note.

The two brothers cremated him according to their master's instructions, took out Fuyouzi's life collection, and buried him in his ancestral land of Yuhua Mountain according to his will.

"Senior Brother, don't we need to tell Uncle He and the others?" Chang Miao suddenly asked.

"We are going now, but we will not live here anymore. Since it is the master's last wish, we should abide by it! Why can't my Tongxuan lineage take the position of the head of Yuhua Mountain?" Li Ming smiled, completely unaware of how arrogant his tone was.

Yuhua Mountain is a major sect in the current cultivation world. Each of the twelve lineages has its own strengths. Any one of them alone is remarkable, not to mention that the twelve lineages are combined into one. I dare not say that they are the best in the world, but they can definitely be ranked in the top five. Of course, no one actually really ranks them, but everyone has a scale in their hearts.

"Okay, senior brother, then we should do what you said, that is, go to the mountain to show off and slap people in the face, make a comeback, and get someone who was kicked out of the sect, come back to the mountain and amaze everyone with his skills, punch the head of the sect, kick the elders, defeat his own disciples, marry the junior sister and reach the pinnacle of life." Chang Miao's eyes suddenly became starry.

Li Ming rolled his eyes and held his forehead with his hand. "Oh my God, what did I teach you? This is some outdated novel plot synopsis. If you put it that way, it's going to fail miserably. Oh, I've told you, so it's okay."

When they reached the end of the mountain road, they both looked back at the charity cemetery on the mountainside. The pine tree was still lush and evergreen.

Perhaps because he knew it would be difficult for him to return here, even Chang Miao, who had always longed to go down the mountain, suddenly felt that the flowers, plants and trees that he had been tired of seeing in the past seemed to have become different.

"Why? Are you reluctant?" Li Ming asked.

"Life is full of separations!" Chang Miao said this subconsciously, and the master's voice and smile appeared in his mind again, and they both fell into silence.

After a while, Li Ming sighed and said, "Let's go."

Chang Miao nodded, and silently followed Li Ming to leave the place where she had left behind more than ten years of memories.

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"Father, we're going to town. Would you mind giving us a ride?"

The two men walked to the foot of the mountain and walked another two or three miles when they happened to meet an old man driving an ox cart full of miscellaneous items.

The old man was about sixty years old, with yellow teeth and a cunning look in his eyes. He held a pipe in his hand and looked Li Ming and Chang Miao up and down. Seeing that they were dressed in plain clothes, he narrowed his eyes and asked, "Where are you going?"

"Hejia Town." Chang Miao replied.

"Where are you from?"

"On the mountain." Chang Miao answered casually as usual.

"On the mountain?" The old man rolled his eyes and said, "Then come up, but five copper coins per person must be paid. Let me tell you, there are not many people living nearby. My family and I only have two acres of thin land. You are lucky today. It is dozens of miles away from here. If you really want to walk there, you two young men will have to walk until dark." "Okay." Chang Miao agreed directly.

The old man smiled with satisfaction and said, "Come on in the car, Ah Fu, thank you for your hard work, let's go for a ride."

Although this ox cart is old, it is still relatively clean and covered with several thick rolls of hay, which makes it quite comfortable to lie on. Moreover, an ox cart is not like a horse carriage. It moves slowly and steadily, which makes it more comfortable than driving the car of Butler He.

The weather was good today, the sun was not strong, and there was a slight breeze. Leaning against the haystack, Chang Miao, who rarely did not fall asleep, suddenly asked, "Brother, do you think this is the freedom I want?"

Li Ming smiled and replied, "If you mean that you don't have a master to control you, and that you don't have that room to trap you, then congratulations, you have freedom."

"But why do I not seem to be very happy? I really want to go back to the little room where my master used to tell me to burn incense in the morning and practice well at night." Chang Miao continued.

"I can give you this answer, but that's my answer. You may have to spend your whole life searching for your answer. Some people lose their freedom without even realizing it, some willingly give it up, and some have everything others envy, except freedom. They are all living in this world."

Li Ming and Chang Miao grew up together, and their relationship of more than ten years is extraordinary. Knowing that Chang Miao was actually in great sadness and confusion because of Bai Hongzi's death, Li Ming was willing to spend some time to enlighten him.

"This world can be big or small. In the past, you had a master to constrain you, so your world was very small. You felt unfree because your world couldn't accommodate your heart. But now your world is too big, and your heart is too small. You only feel empty."

"Really?" Chang Miao lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Hahaha, young man, what's wrong?" The old man seemed to have heard the conversation between the two and actually joined the group chat at the top of his voice.

"Only little kids like you have so many questions. What about freedom? What about emptiness? Oh my God, how can there be so many things? You just have too much free time!"

"I'm fifty-eight years old this year. Last year, my wife fell in the snow. My eldest son rushed to call a doctor that night, but she was dead before he even arrived. He paid her the damn medical fee, and then my two sons started arguing about dividing the family property. Neither side wanted to keep an old man like me, but I had to live. I've managed my two acres of land and relied on Ah Fu to get to where I am today."

As he spoke, the old man touched the back of the old ox.

"I've worked tirelessly all my life, raising two sons but failing to support myself in my old age. Now that I'm gone, I sometimes wonder, what is the purpose of living?"

"I can still work now, but in two years I'll be lying down and unable to move. How will those two little bastards care about me? The eldest brother is quite down-to-earth, but unfortunately he married a bitch who can't stand me. The second brother is incompetent and can hardly support himself. I earned ten coppers today and I have to leave five for him. What do you think I'm doing with my life?"

Chang Miao listened quietly to the old man's words, wondering if it brought back any memories of her childhood.

The old man chuckled, took a long drag on his cigarette, exhaled a cloud of smoke, and slowly rose into the air, saying only, "But I still have to live!"

"My second son's wife's belly is getting bigger again. She has already given birth to two girls. This baby must be a boy." The old man's face looked both happy and sad when he said the last sentence. It was hard to tell whether it was despair or hope. In the end, it just turned into a sigh.

(End of this chapter)