In the past, Wang Yan had thought that he could hold on to his heart and move forward. Even if there were countless difficulties and dangers, he would not change his Great Dao heart. Just like how he had entered the Bei Sheng Province alone in the face of danger. On one hand, he had helped Duan Henan by imparting his martial arts, and on the other hand, he had repaid Miss Four for saving his life. Therefore, even though he knew that the road ahead was difficult and dangerous, he had walked without hesitation. (-) "
But facing the current Miss Four, Wang Yan was a little lost. He did not know what was the point of Miss Four living like this. Was it just to provide players with experience? Was it just that?
This was the first time Wang Yan had a mental barrier. He could not break through it. If he could not find the Great Dao in the end and was trapped in this world like the thousands of NPCs around him, he would not know the meaning of his existence. He would not know what all his hard work was for.
What was life for? What was the point of living? If today, in order to break through the shackles of heaven and earth, I gave up my original perseverance and everything under the Great Dao, would I still be the same me?
Too many doubts were like layers upon layers of mazes. Wang Yan fell into them and could not find a way out no matter how hard he tried. This was a mental barrier in his heart. Therefore, he became quiet for the rest of the journey. Other than hurrying along, he cultivated. He did not look at Miss Four anymore, as if he wanted to escape from something. However, he knew that his mental barrier was not gone.
Liu Zhaoxian also knew that Wang Yan had a mental barrier, but he could not give Wang Yan any more guidance. Just like what Wang Yan had said before, "The heart is the Great Dao barrier, and the body is the Great Dao lock." The mental barrier and the shackles could only be broken through by oneself. It could not be passed on to others.
However, Liu Zhaoxian understood that if Wang Yan was unable to overcome this barrier, then he would probably gradually become muddle-headed and lose the courage to pursue transcendence. However, if Wang Yan was able to overcome this barrier, then it would undoubtedly be the most solid step he'd taken on the Grand Dao.
Just like that, another half a month had passed. About ten days ago, Aojian Villa's group split into two groups in the North of the Moonlight City. The ordinary inner hall disciples and the true disciples headed southwest. These people would pass through the Swords Gate Pass and then travel up the river to return to the sect. Liu Zhaoxian and a few other elders would bring Aojian Hanyue back to the sect through the Thousand Feet Precipice at the back of the Sword Reverence Mountain. Wang Yan and Guibo would follow along.
On this day, Liu Zhaoxian's group had already entered the boundary of Mingkang Town and returned to the old place. Wang Yan, who had not spoken for half a month, suddenly opened his mouth and said to Liu Zhaoxian, "Senior, can you stay here for a day?"
"Alright."
Liu Zhaoxian did not ask anything and agreed readily. Wang Yan did not say anything else and headed straight in the direction of the village at the foot of the mountain. Guibo wanted to follow but was stopped by Liu Zhaoxian.
"Let him go. There are some things that he has to see through by himself."
Guibo did not seem to understand Liu Zhaoxian's words because he did not have any doubts. Facing Miss Four, who had once served him by his side, although he felt strange in his heart, he firmly believed that Miss Four had become like this because of the strange monk Tianxing's tricks and the setback of her Dao Heart.
Therefore, Guibo would never understand some things. It was also because of this cognitive difference that he was different from Wang Yan and Liu Zhaoxian. Liu Zhaoxian was clear about this point. Wang Yan was trying to understand, but Guibo found it difficult to understand.
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Following the path he took when he fled from the Gongsun Mansion, Wang Yan gradually approached the Mengze Mountains. September was the hottest time of the year. It was almost noon and the scorching sun was high in the sky. Even the air became dense. The distance seemed to be in the middle of the water, slightly rippling.
And in the slightly rippling distant view, Wang Yan walked on the path he once took and found smoke rising from the direction of the village at the foot of the mountain. Everything seemed to be the same as when he first found the village.
Seeing this, Wang Yan couldn't help but quicken his footsteps. He activated the Cloud Treading Steps to the extreme and rushed toward the village at the foot of the mountain. Not long after, Wang Yan stopped. He stood in the field outside the village at the foot of the mountain and looked at the village that had turned into a white land. But now, it reappeared in front of him. The low village houses, the dilapidated thatched houses, the rice straws on the threshing floor, and the farmers and women in the village walked back and forth busily. The smell of coarse rice wafted out along with the smoke. Everything was so real.
Seeing this scene in front of him, Wang Yan seemed to understand why Diwu Yun asked him to come back to take a look. He vaguely understood something. His heart beat violently, but at the same time, he was afraid of something. At this moment, a few innocent laughter came from the side of the field. Wang Yan looked towards the source of the laughter and saw a group of half-grown children running barefoot on the ridge of the field, playing around.
This was a scene that couldn't be any more ordinary, but it caused Wang Yan's eyes to narrow. It was probably because he saw many familiar faces among the group of children. When he saw the one who ran the fastest and was the strongest, Wang Yan couldn't help but cry out involuntarily, "Li Mo?!"
Until now, Wang Yan hadn't forgotten the scene of Li Mo dying in front of him. Even though Li Mo wasn't as close to him as Xiao Douzi and Bai Moli, he still poured his heart and soul into Li Mo. He was sad and even sad for his early death, so he never forgot that scene. But now, the dead Li Mo appeared in front of him, alive and well. This made Wang Yan feel incredulous.
With a tap of his foot, Wang Yan couldn't help but walk towards the group of children. As he got closer and closer, Wang Yan was finally able to confirm that these children were the ones who had trained with him in martial arts. These children should have died, but now they had all come back to life, coming back to life with the intact village at the foot of the mountain. As for Li Mo, he looked exactly the same as the 'Li Mo' from before. The only difference was that this' Li Mo 'appeared to be a year or two younger.
Wang Yan's appearance attracted the attention of the children, and they immediately surrounded him. Li Mo stood in front like the king of the children. He looked at Wang Yan and said in an unfriendly tone, "Who are you? Why did you come to our village? "
You don't remember me?
Wang Yan had a bitter expression on his face. He remembered what Diwu Yun said before she left. "Refresh!" It was a very strange word, but Wang Yan understood what it meant. However, Wang Yan didn't give up and said, "You're Li Mo?"
Li Mo was shocked and immediately said, "How do you know my name?"
"You don't remember who I am?"
Li Mo looked at him carefully and shook his head, "I don't know you. Tell me, how do you know my name? Are you up to no good? "
The Li Mo in front of him was still honest and upright, but Wang Yan smiled sadly and said, "You're not Li Mo."
"You're not Li Mo!"
Wang Yan shook his head and ignored the children. His body flashed and entered the village. He walked towards the straw hut that he used to live in. Along the way, the villagers were shocked by this outsider. Wang Yan didn't care about anyone, but he saw the old village head who brought him food, the farmers who were dissatisfied with Xiao Douzi, and even Bai Moli's parents.
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