Under One Person: Please Call Me Golden Flash

Chapter 414 Seeing you off for a thousand miles, we must eventually part ways.

Tangmen.

On the way down the mountain.

Zhao Zhen and Lu Huizhong walked side by side, the setting sun casting long shadows on their backs.

"I never expected that you could break through my Tang Clan's Dan Shi technique using such an unbelievable method."

Even now, Lu Huizhong is still unable to let go of what happened in the Tang Tomb.

That was the Dan Shi technique, a unique skill that even she, a "genius" proficient in all the skills of the Tang Clan, had not been able to master.

But in front of Zhao Zhen, this so-called special skill was like children playing house.

"Unbelievable? I don't think so."

Zhao Zhen smiled slightly, showing no extra emotional fluctuations despite having just broken the Tang Sect's "unbeatable myth" of Dan Shi once again.

"Speaking of which, how exactly did you do it?"
Or have you secretly practiced some kind of supernatural observation technique all these years?

"Observing the Dharma? Perhaps it could indeed be considered that."

However, I am not observing with my eyes, but with this part of my body.

As she spoke, Zhao Zhen pointed to her chest.

"What do you mean? You have a third eye on your heart?"

Lu Huizhong raised an eyebrow, a hint of mockery flashing in her eyes.

"Haha, almost."

Zhao Zhen laughed it off, but didn't say anything more.

The atmosphere fell silent again, and neither of them spoke, until they reached the foot of Tangmen Mountain.

"Even after a thousand miles of seeing you off, we must eventually part ways. Sister Lu, let's stop here."

Zhao Zhen stopped and smiled slightly at Lu Huizhong.

Lu Huizhong looked deeply at the person in front of her, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.

"Zhao Zhen, do you still remember that little girl who followed the great demon Wugensheng all the way back then, and even joined the Quanxing Sect for him?"

"I remember, Mei Jinfeng."

Zhao Zhen nodded, a hint of doubt appearing in his eyes.

He was somewhat puzzled as to why Lu Huizhong would suddenly mention Mei Jinfeng.

"I didn't understand before why that little girl, knowing how big the gap was between herself and Wugensheng, still followed Wugensheng without complaint or regret."

Now, I understand a little better…

Lu Huizhong spoke these words so softly that they were almost blown away by the mountain wind, but the complex emotions within them were like a stone thrown into a deep pool, stirring up ripples in her own heart.

She gazed at Zhao Zhen's face, which appeared even more serene and profound in the afterglow of the setting sun, seemingly otherworldly, and continued:

"I used to think that girl was stupid. She knew it was a hopeless pursuit, but she still plunged into it headfirst."

Only now do I understand that for some people, the path they walk, the scenery they see, is already... an insurmountable chasm.

It makes you not even want to try to catch up; you can only watch from afar and realize how insignificant you are.

Her tone was no longer the usual teasing or barbed, but rather carried a rare, almost weary, honesty and desolation.

"Attain utmost emptiness, hold fast to stillness. All things, in their myriad forms, return to their root. Returning to the root is called stillness, and stillness is called returning to one's destiny."

Actually, you don't need to care about the so-called gap. As long as you can keep your heart at peace, the so-called gap is just a shackle you create for yourself.

"Ah……"

Upon hearing this, Lu Huizhong suddenly let out a short laugh, regaining her usual sharpness, as if she were using this outer shell to re-arm herself.

"That's easy for you to say, Chairman Zhao. You really don't know how to talk when you're not in the situation."
But... I still remember the 'gift' you promised me!
A 'death' worth my life, right?

Don't keep me waiting too long, and don't disappear again. I'm not a very patient person, especially when I'm waiting to die.

She deliberately spoke harshly, using the topics of "gifts" and "death" to dilute the complex emotions swirling in her mind.

This is both a reminder to Zhao Zhen and a declaration to herself: Lu Huizhong is still Lu Huizhong, not humbled by admiration, nor changing her original intention because of the gap.

Her destiny can only be that of a Tang Sect disciple, even if that destiny is "death" brought by Zhao Zhen.

Zhao Zhen looked at the rekindled light in her eyes, a light that carried a stubbornness and a hint of defiance, and a gentle, knowing smile slowly appeared on his lips.

He understood that this was the real Lu Huizhong.

"Don't worry, Sister Lu."

Zhao Zhen nodded solemnly.

"I will personally end this 'fate' to live up to your trust and to the fact that we have known each other."

"It won't be long."

"That's good."

Lu Huizhong took a deep breath, the cool mountain breeze entering her lungs and calming her down completely.

She waved her hand, her movements crisp and decisive, displaying the unique dashing spirit of a Tang Sect disciple.

"Alright, that's enough. Good luck, Zhao Zhen. Take care of yourself."

Don't forget your promise.

"Take care, Sister Lu."

Zhao Zhen nodded slightly and said no more.

He turned around, his steps unhurried, and his figure quickly blended into the shadows of the winding mountain path, disappearing as suddenly as he had appeared.

A mountain breeze swept up a few withered leaves, which swirled and landed at Lu Huizhong's feet.

She stood there, gazing in the direction Zhao Zhen had disappeared, motionless for a long time.
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Six months later, at Siming Mountain.

Since returning from the Tang Clan six months ago, Zhao Zhen has been living at his master Duan Chuan's former residence.

The old house where he and Duan Chuan stayed for a few days back then is still there. Although it is somewhat dilapidated due to years of neglect, it is of no importance to Zhao Zhen.

If the house is dilapidated, then we can repair it little by little.

And so, a strange old man appeared in the village at the foot of Siming Mountain.

The old man did the same thing every day: he got up early to go up the mountain to chop firewood, but he didn't chop much, just enough for two loads.

After descending the mountain at noon, he used the two loads of wood to repair the damaged house bit by bit.

Some villagers who were passing by saw that Zhao Zhen was old and wanted to help repair the house, but without exception, he declined them all with a smile.

Over time, the story spread throughout Siming Village.

Even among the village children, another nickname for Zhao Zhen began to circulate—"The Strange Old Man."

The reason for this shout was that some children were surprised to find that Zhao Zhen only carried a wooden basket when he went up the mountain to chop firewood, and never brought an axe or saw.

Some people said he must have left his equipment on the mountain, but just as the mischievous children were making plans to go up the mountain with the strange old man next time, something happened that left them completely baffled.

Every time they followed, they would inexplicably lose track of them after only a short while.

Moreover, it wasn't that Zhao Zhen walked too fast and lost them; rather, it was a natural process, for reasons that even the children themselves couldn't explain, and they tried many times with the same result!

That's why these children call Zhao Zhen "the strange old man".

On this day, Zhao Zhen got up early as usual, carrying a wooden basket to prepare to go up the mountain to chop firewood.

But just as he was about to leave, his brows suddenly furrowed slightly.

"Zhao Zhen, I've finally found you! Help me!!!"

(End of this chapter)