Zhang Zheng's heart was shaken, and she nervously held the dagger and hid it behind her back. She did not come forward, but asked with concern: "Junior Sister Tan, are you the only one?"

Tan Ying, who fell to the ground, slowly raised her head, her eyes sparkling, and she was about to cry: "Just now, the cave suddenly shook violently. I met my cousin when I was running for my life. He was seriously injured and had no time to escape. He was, was..."

When she said this, she seemed to feel sad, and fell to the ground in a slumped position, sobbing.

If you were a compassionate person and saw a beautiful woman with a slender willow figure lying on the ground crying, you would probably have felt pity, stepped forward to help her up, and comforted her with a soft voice.

But Zhang Zheng has never been close to beauties and has a strong vigilance. In addition, the Tan Ying in front of her is really full of mystery and extremely suspicious. She does not dare to step forward and only stands far away, waiting for her to finish crying.

It is undeniable that her vigilance did save her life this time.

Tan Ying fell to the ground and cried, her thin back shaking from crying. She seemed to be extremely sad, but there was no trace of sadness on her face, instead, her eyes were filled with calculations.

For a long time, Tan Ying didn't see anyone coming to comfort her. She quietly glanced at Zhang Zheng from the crook of her arm. The guy was sitting there a few meters away from her, watching her cry sadly.

Damn you, such a cold and indifferent cultivator.

The specially prepared gift could not be given away. Tan Ying felt a little regretful. She was lucky to have escaped.

Since he couldn't attract the target mission, there was no point in continuing to act, and the sobs gradually subsided.

Tan Ying tidied up her slightly messy clothes and barely stood up, swaying slightly. Her expression was haggard, her eyes were red and swollen, and there were a few tears. She was delicate and pitiful.

"Zhang, Senior Sister Zhang, are we the only two left? Where is Senior Sister Hua?"

Mentioning Hua Minglan, Zhang Zheng was also a little dazed, and replied: "I haven't seen Senior Sister Hua, and I think that like Senior Brother Tan, something has happened."

Tan Ying stopped talking, her expression of deep sadness was palpable.

After waiting for another half an hour, nothing strange happened, and no miracle occurred.

On the way back, the two of them looked at each other in silence, but secretly kept a certain distance from each other, wary of each other, and did not dare to ask what they had gained from the trip to the cave.

In order to prevent the disciples within the sect from persecuting each other, Wanxuan Sect, whenever a disciple who goes on a mission together dies outside, the disciples who return to the sect will be judged by the Questioning Mirror. If they are found to have harmed a fellow sect member, they will be expelled from the sect, and the Dantian will be destroyed and punished.

The most severe punishment.

However, this mirror also has a flaw. It can only determine whether you have guilt in your heart.

Everyone has a heart, but anyone who kills a person must have a lingering guilt in his heart. This guilt is different from other feelings of guilt and can be detected by a mental mirror. But if you are a person who has lost your humanity, you will not feel any guilt.

Neither Senior Sister Hua nor Senior Brother Tan was harmed by her, so she naturally passed the interrogation of Wen Xinjing unharmed.

Zhang Zheng was not too surprised when he saw Tan Ying walking slowly out of the mirror without any incident. After all, she dared to come back for interrogation, so she naturally concluded that there would be no problems with her.

The two separated.

The death of Senior Sister Hua was something she had not expected. Recalling their past missions together and the little help she had given her, Zhang Zheng felt a little sad.

As soon as Fang returned to his residence, Zhang Zheng locked himself in the door, sat cross-legged on the bed, and did not practice any practice. He just relaxed his mind and let his thoughts drift away.

Don’t deliberately think about anything, don’t deliberately think about anything.

Over the years, ever since she entered the world of cultivation, or since she was born in this world and became conscious, she has never stopped.

In order to beg for a meal, he worked hard as an old beggar when he was just a child. When he grew up, he learned to read people's eyes and pretend to be clever, just for a few coins;

Later, the old beggar died, and she was beaten and kicked by other beggars. In order to survive, she sold herself to the rich lady passing by, and did not dare to be negligent in waiting.

Then he was given to a perverted wealthy businessman, and he tried his best to escape from the devil's cave, crawling and rolling in the mud;

After entering the world of cultivation, she was afraid of falling behind, of being too far behind her peers, of being treated like a knife and a piece of cake... so she didn't dare waste a single moment of time, and lived cautiously and fearfully.

She is like a wheel that keeps turning, fearing that the world will abandon her if she stops.

For the first time, she emptied her mind, not deliberately looking for anything, not thinking about the past, present and future.

All kinds of things from the past are passing by in front of my eyes.

In the leaky ruined temple, the old beggar is covered in blood, and his limbs are twisted by sticks. In the half-closed door, the boy's body is covered with ferocious wounds, his flesh and blood are flying, and his eyes are dead; in Wanjin Tower, a strange man is pregnant with someone else's joke.

Hopes evaporated in the fire; in the small mountain sword cave, the open-minded and enthusiastic Senior Sister Hua, who was always smiling, was annihilated into dust along with the boulders...

Life is fragile and fragile. In the long galaxy of time, it cannot even match the afterglow of a bright star. After the afterglow, thousands of lives have dimmed and disappeared.

Zhang Zheng cherishes her life and endures all kinds of pain in order to survive.

She cherishes her life so much that the loss of all lives makes her feel pity. This is the result of empathy, which is the foundation of being human.

Things hurt their own kind, even the sound of autumn is sad...

A picture scroll slowly unfolded in front of him, and the simple and vast meaning was transformed into thousands of things.

The first breath, the first breath of wind, the first ray of light, the first drop of water...

The first star shines brightly, the first mountain rises from the ground, the first waterfall rushes into the sea, the first life breaks through the soil and blooms toward the sun.

Since then, an earth-shaking change has unfolded vigorously, the sea has dried up, the rocks have rotted, the mountains have calmed down, and life has gone on a journey as short as an instant. A life has become gloomy, but the journey of life will not stop here. The meaning of life is to live forever.

The truth is that every journey has its own unique brilliance.

I want to witness the journey of life, witness the prosperity and decline of insignificant creatures, witness it, appreciate it, protect it, and fulfill it...

My way is to live.

Dark and yellow, a Tao seed broke out of the dry and exhausted heaven and earth, and stretched out its buds tremblingly. Silks of invisible Tao Yun floated out from the vast chaos and flowed around the buds.

In the distant and boundless void, there is still a chaotic and unopened scene. It cannot be called bright or dark. Everything is an image of nothingness.

A figure slowly wanders among it, with a calm posture like walking in a leisurely courtyard. Waves of waves are dizzy wherever it passes, and the yin and yang are turbid, and they are about to dissolve.

The figure seemed to have sensed a slight change, its gaze penetrated the void and stared at somewhere outside, with an inexplicable expression.

"Bo."

A soft sound exploded in Zhang Zheng's consciousness, and the mysterious scene suddenly disappeared into the sky. The small spiritual whirlpool in the Dantian began to rotate rapidly, and the surrounding spiritual energy rushed in like a river returning to the sea. In less than a moment, the spiritual vortex was filled with pure spiritual energy.

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With a click, the barrier on the fifth level of Qi training shattered, and the sixth and seventh levels of Qi training were broken through by the surging spiritual energy.

The surging spiritual energy finally gradually stopped, and the rapidly rotating spiritual whirlpool returned to calm.

An epiphany allowed Zhang Zheng to jump directly over the sixth and seventh levels and reach the eighth level of Qi training.

But what makes her most happy is not the increase in cultivation, but that she finally found her own path.

In the past, she had only seen descriptions of the prosperity of the world of immortality in ancient times in ancient books. She yearned for it and hoped to see the grand scene at that time all the time.

But she didn't actually understand what the Tao was, so that kind of longing was just vague and unrealized. But at this moment, she saw the unfounded mystery of the Tao with her own eyes and touched the Tao personally. Even though it was only an inch, it still made her dream and couldn't stop.

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In ancient times, when all things were prosperous and hundreds of flowers bloomed, what kind of grand occasion was that?

It’s not the right time to mourn my life.


Chapter completed!