Chapter 585 Can you accept him as your disciple?
A familiar voice came from behind Murong Ji. He turned around and saw the wooden man hurriedly walking past him, taking a few steps forward and taking the things in Yang Yan's hand.

Yang Yan said helplessly, "I can do it myself. You always make me feel like a useless thing."

The wooden man just kept grinning foolishly and continued to take the things bought from the market from Yang Yan.

Yang Yan smiled and bent down a few times, then picked up the child. The couple walked into a yard in the middle of the village, talking and laughing.

Murong Ji was stunned for a moment. This warm scene made him feel comfortable and wonderful. He didn't need to say anything to make him feel better.

If I have to say it, it would be relief.

I feel gratified that I have chosen a life that satisfies me, a happy smile, etc.

After coming to his senses, Murong Ji still didn't understand why Yang Yan fell in love with this wooden guy. How did they live if their values ​​were so different?

However, that did not stop Murong Ji from congratulating them, "Lovers finally get married!" There was some melancholy and endless envy in his tone.

It is unknown whether he can meet Lu Xueqi again before his soul disappears.

He had to eat the pie that King Kong Bracelet had drawn for him even if he didn't want to.

Have no idea.

With a sigh, he instantly thought of Tushan's reincarnation and continuation of fate. For a moment, his heart was filled with mixed feelings. "Reincarnation and continuation of fate, not bad."

The sky was already dark and the sun was about to set. The faint aroma of food gradually wafted through the village. The scent of fireworks made people feel comfortable, and this aroma made people feel hungry.

Murong Ji slowly exhaled, looked towards Yang Yan's house, and walked up.

"anyone there?"

After asking loudly, Yang Yan came out of the house soon. When she saw Murong Ji, she was stunned.

"You, you are still alive?" The look of disbelief made Murong Ji feel like he deserved to die.

After realizing what was happening, Murong Ji's heart sank instantly. "Why can't I live?"

"Madam, who is it?"

Mu Renzhi walked out of the house. When he saw Murong Ji, he was stunned for a moment. After he reacted, he was a little excited for a while.

He looked at Yang Yan and saw that she had no reaction, so he walked forward and opened the gate, "Young Master, you are back."

Murong Ji walked into the courtyard with a smile, "Come back to have a look, it's time for dinner, so I came to eat for free."

"Please, come in."

When I entered the house, I saw the little baby who had just learned to walk sitting at the dining table.

This little baby is cute and silly, with a vertical scar on his forehead, it seems that he inherited his mother's talent.

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly, sat at the dining table, and waited for the wooden man to get the bowls and chopsticks.

Mu Renzhi filled the bowl with rice and placed it respectfully in front of Murong Ji. Then he pulled Yang Yan, who was still in a daze, and signaled her to eat quickly.

Murong Ji didn't hesitate and started eating.

After dinner, there was nothing to do. Yang Yan still stared at him, as if she was afraid of something.

Murong Ji could understand that the trouble he was in was not something they could handle right now.

Although the Xiao family is weak now, they have already cut ties with the Yang family. If the Xiao family really comes to them, they have no way to deal with it.

Murong Ji smiled and looked down at the child in her arms, who was about three years old. Just a glance and he knew that the child had good aptitude.

If he could get guidance from a great teacher, his future achievements would be great and he would definitely surpass his grandfather.

However, Murong Ji did not say much. He chuckled and turned to look at the wooden man who had just walked in.

"Young sir, do you want to stay here tonight? I think the village is a bit deserted and not very popular..." The wooden man scratched his head and said embarrassedly.

Looking at Yang Yan's ferocious eyes, he was a little scared. He shrank his neck and then laughed awkwardly.

Murong Ji chuckled again. Beauty and happiness are always what people pursue, but there are very few people who can actually get them, and half as many people know how to cherish them.

"Mu Renzhi, we have known each other for nearly five years." As soon as Murong Ji finished speaking, Yang Yan's whole body tensed up instantly, as if Murong Ji's next words were some terrible beast.

Murong Ji glanced at her calmly, and then his eyes fell back on Mu Renzhi, as if he wanted to see through him. Mu Renzhi scratched his head and said embarrassedly, "It has been five years. At the beginning, I owed you a lot of money... Now I..."

Murong Ji waved his hand and said, "I'm not asking you for money. Your wife has already paid back the money you owed."

Mu Renzhi looked at Yang Yan in surprise. He had never heard her say that, and he didn't care much. From what Murong Ji said, there was something else.

"You tell me, whatever you want me to do, I will do it... I will do it..."

"Haha, I want to take you as my disciple now, what do you think?" After the words fell, Yang Yan's face turned pale and she hugged the child in her arms unconsciously.

Murong Ji continued, "You know that I have inherited something from the secret teachings of Taoism, which has also attracted the covetousness of the noble families. Naturally, it is not an ordinary thing. Now I give you two choices, continue to live your ordinary life here, or..."

"Young Master!" Mu Renzhi suddenly yelled, his heavy breathing like a bellows. Soon, his face flushed red.

He turned to look at Yang Yan helplessly, and saw that she lowered her head and didn't look at him. Naturally, he understood what Yang Yan meant. At this moment, Mu Ren was inexplicably flustered, and he understood that this was the turning point of his destiny.

In a panic, Mu Renzhi's mind went blank and he couldn't think of anything. He didn't want to give up the hard-earned opportunity. A mortal's practice... that was something he had never dared to think about before!

But... he couldn't bear to leave his wife and children...

"Young Master, can you bring Yan'er with you? She is also..."

Before Mu Renzhi finished speaking, Murong Ji interrupted him, "No, my current strength is not as high as hers, how can I take her with me? What she wants is not to improve her Taoism. Besides, you... practice with your family?"

Mu Renzhi fell silent instantly, looking at Yang Yan, not knowing what to do for a moment. He desperately wanted Yang Yan to give him some instructions, even just a glance.

But Yang Yan refused to communicate with him.

After a long time, the wooden man slowly exhaled a breath of foul air. After his excitement, he was left with only fatigue.

Mu Renzhi tried to speak calmly, "Young Master, if it was before, I would definitely go with you, but now, I have a wife and children, and I really can't give them up, so... so..."

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly and said with a half-smile, "Do you know what you are letting go of? For ordinary people, the life span is over at the age of fifty or sixty. And you are a miner, so your life span is over at the age of thirty or forty."

"How old are you this year? Yang Yan is already twenty-six or twenty-seven years old, right? How old were you when you first met me!" Murong Ji's voice became colder and colder. He looked at the couple without a trace of emotion in his tone, as if he was the villain who specifically wanted to tear apart the warmth between them.

"Think about it, how many more years can you stay with them? When will your child be so old that you will die? I can guarantee that you... won't live long enough for your child to grow up."

Mu Renzhi was silent for a long time, and then he slowly said, "I know. I knew it when I decided to marry her. I also thought about these issues at that time..."

"She was a phoenix high above, but she suddenly landed beside me, making me panic, uneasy, yet extremely happy." The wooden man kept his head down so that his expression could not be seen, but his tone became increasingly low.

"When the young master wanted to take me in as his disciple, I felt it, and I was excited for a long time. Now... now I just want to... just want to accompany them well..."

"As for how long I can accompany them, then that's as long as I can. When the young master saved people, didn't he always say one thing: live when you should live, die when you should die."

As he spoke, Mu Renzhi raised his head, and he felt a lot more relaxed, as if a huge stone had been lifted off his shoulders.

Murong Ji nodded. This result was within his expectations. He also felt a little sorry. The gap between mortals and cultivators was huge. In fact, the ending had already been determined.

Just like the cats and dogs we raise from puppyhood, they are like family members, but their lifespan is only ten years, while our lives are long, lasting several decades.

When you see them die of old age, it's a heart-breaking feeling. How many people stop keeping pets after they've really taken care of them and sent them away?
Mortals and monks are like this, even more cruel. Love will not be born between cats and dogs, but it can be born between mortals and monks.

If they truly love each other, the one who leaves first will be worried and reluctant to let go, while the one who survives will suffer for decades. Isn’t that cruel? ! Is it cruel?

Suddenly, Murong Ji understood why the tree on Tushan was called "Killing Love".

Murong Ji slowly stood up and said, "Since you are all prepared, after making your choice, while enjoying the sweetness and warmth, you must also face the bitterness of separation. Yang Yan, are you ready?"

Can you bear the longing and pain in the next ten years?
Murong Ji did not ask this question out loud. Human nature is changeable and no one can predict what the future will be like. It would be meaningless to ask now.

Murong Ji left the house and headed out of the village. After leaving the village, he slowly exhaled a breath of foul air.

Looking back, he saw Mu Renzhi following behind him, as if to see him off.

Seeing Murong Ji looking back, the wooden man stood at the entrance of the village and waved goodbye.

"Hehe." Murong Ji smiled, just turned his head and patted Huang Shiren lightly, signaling him to hurry up, when suddenly a shout came from behind him.

"Young sir, my son's name is Mu Mie! If he wants to practice cultivation in the future, can you accept him as your disciple?"

(End of this chapter)