The Tao is far away

"Brother Chi, I'm going to rest." Wang Buyan's voice trembled. She didn't wait for Wang Chi's response and walked out of Wang Chi's room quickly.

Wang Chi felt heartbroken as he listened to the sound of her leaving.

How he wanted to rush out, hug her slender waist tightly, and tell her that he was willing to stay and give up everything just to spend the rest of his life with her.

But he knew he couldn't do that.

Wang Chi's eyes were gleaming, everything in front of him became blurry, tears welled up in his eyes, but he tried hard not to let them fall.

Wang Chi walked out of the inn alone. The streets of the capital were filled with lanterns at night, illuminating the way home and also reflecting his lonely figure.

People on the streets were celebrating the festival, with laughter and conversation everywhere.

Only Wang Chi was walking in the opposite direction, and every step he took looked heavy and dejected.

His back gradually walked away in the dimming lights, as if he had been forgotten by the whole world.

Wang Chi walked aimlessly, as if he wanted to vent the depression and pain in his heart in this way.

His footsteps silently stepped across the ancient bluestone pavement of the capital, and every step seemed to tell of his loneliness and confusion at the moment.

As he walked, he gradually passed by a clinic. The dim light shining through the clinic made it look particularly warm and mysterious.

Wang Chi's gaze rested on the plaque and his expression changed, as if he was looking for an answer or avoiding something.

Finally, he stepped inside.

"Child, are you here to see a doctor or get medicine?" An old lady who looked as old as could be poked her head out from behind the counter.

Wang hesitated for a moment, then shook his head: "I neither see a doctor nor take medicine."

The old woman frowned slightly, but soon revealed a kind smile: "Since you are here, why not sit down, even if it is just to talk, it is better than wandering outside in the cold wind."

Wang Chi looked at the old woman with white hair and a smile in front of him, and suddenly a warm feeling surged in his heart.

"Old man, do you have any wine?" Wang Chi asked in a low voice while sitting aside.

"Yes, child." The old woman did not refuse and showed a loving smile on her face, "I'll get it for you!"

After a while, the old woman took out a small jar of wine and two porcelain bowls. While pouring the wine, she said to Wang Chi: "This wine is brewed by me. My child used to love to drink it. Since he passed away decades ago, I rarely open it to drink."

Wang Chi looked at the old man in front of him, and his heart couldn't help but ripple as he thought of his parents.

In a few decades, they may also be this old and miss their dead sons like this.

The surging family affection and the lost love in his heart intertwined together, making Wang Chi shed tears silently.

He picked up the wine bowl in front of him and drank it silently, one bowl after another. Every sip of wine seemed to taste the bitterness and helplessness of life.

"Child, you must have encountered some trouble. Don't drink anymore. My wine is very strong and you can't bear it." The old woman looked at the loss and pain in Wang Chi's eyes and advised him earnestly.

Wang Chi shook his head, seeming to be a little drunk. He took out a bottle of pills from his arms, put them on the table, and said, "Old man, transfer this clinic to me, and you can take the pills."

The old woman was stunned, and then when she saw the pill handed to her by Wang Chi, she subconsciously opened the bottle cap.

In an instant, a strong medicinal fragrance filled the air, making the air in the entire clinic seem a little fresher.

The old woman's eyes widened as she felt the extraordinary power contained in the elixir.

"Is this... an elixir?" The old woman's voice trembled as she looked at Wang Chi in disbelief.

Wang Chi shook his head and said calmly: "This elixir can increase lifespan. Although it is not an elixir of life, it is almost the same and can prolong life."

The old man was silent for a while, then nodded slowly: "Such a precious elixir, you want to use it to exchange for this clinic?"

Walking out of the clinic, Wang Chi was drunk and staggering aimlessly.

His footsteps silently stepped across the ancient bluestone pavement of the capital, as if he was looking for an outlet for his soul that had nowhere to go.

As I walked, I arrived at the city gate without realizing it.

This is an abandoned city gate, old and dilapidated. It is usually deserted and only the wind makes a rustling sound.

Wang Chi stood quietly in front of the city gate, staring at the huge closed door with empty eyes, with indescribable emotions surging in his heart.

His thoughts seemed to travel through time and space, back to the past, or fly into the future.

Just then, snowflakes began to fall from the sky again.

In a short while, the sky and the earth were covered with a thin layer of white snow.

In the silent and dark night, a woman slowly walked towards Wang Chi.

She wore a ghost mask and held an umbrella in her left hand to block the falling snow; in her right hand, she held a black sword, which she dragged across the ground, emitting dazzling sparks, and was particularly eye-catching in this dark night.

The woman was wearing a black outfit, with a pair of bright and cold eyes revealed through the ghost mask, and her steps were steady and powerful.

The woman threw away her umbrella, emitting an immense murderous intent, and attacked Wang Chi.

The sword cut through the air, the cold light came first, and the icy blade broke the tranquility of the night sky.

Just when the horizontal sword was about to hit Wang Chi's neck, Wang Chi casually stretched out his right hand and grabbed the blade of the horizontal sword in almost impossible time.

There was a flash of light on his hand, and a powerful force surged out from his palm, competing with the cold light on the knife.

The woman felt the strong resistance from the sword in her hand, and a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.

"Who are you?" Wang Chi asked casually. His hand holding the blade did not tremble at all. He pulled the knife out, and the woman behind him fell to the ground.

"You evil villain, give me back the lives of my four brothers!" The woman let go of the sword and pulled out a small knife from her waist and stabbed Wang Chi.

Wang Chi was in a low mood at the moment. He didn't want to kill anyone, so he just turned his head slightly and dodged the attack.

Even if he didn't dodge, the knife would hardly hurt him.

"Your four brothers came to assassinate me, so you should be prepared to be killed in return!"

Wang Chi looked at the woman in front of him and remembered who she was. She was one of the people who accepted the mission to assassinate him in Shangshan County.

The woman was stunned, as if it was indeed the case. This was the fate of people in their line of work.

“So, get out of here!” Wang Chi shouted loudly, and the smell of alcohol on his body dissipated, and then he flew into the sky.

"Immortal cultivator!" The woman was stunned, obviously she didn't expect that this person was actually an immortal cultivator.

Wang Chi, flying in the air, took out a talisman from his waist and flew towards the female killer. As for those who wanted to kill him, let them die!

The female killer on the ground looked up and saw a bright light coming towards her. She quickly retreated, and the talisman paper was stuck straight into the ground.

The woman walked over cautiously and picked up the talisman paper, which emitted a faint blue light.

"Why are you throwing a spirit-detecting talisman?" Situ Youyou said.

Wang Chi was stunned and hurriedly checked the storage bag. It seemed that what he threw out was indeed the spirit-detecting talisman. This talisman was given to him by Li Xiaoxiao and was used to detect spiritual roots.

Wang Chi exhaled: "Forget it, let her go!"

I quietly entered the inn and found Xue Lian still guarding the door.

Wang Chi used his spiritual sense to check and saw Wang Buyan lying on the bed, talking in her sleep.

After hearing the content, Wang Chi felt even worse.

Wang Chi wanted to comfort her, but he could only return to his room and practice the "Dark Moon". Perhaps only the millstone in the sea of ​​consciousness could alleviate his pain.

His spiritual consciousness was constantly being crushed, his divine thoughts were constantly growing stronger, and the pain seemed to cover up the pain in his heart.

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Volume 1: "Travelers from Another World"——End!