One person: Second-hand summer grass helps me practice

Chapter 113: The expected choice, parting gift

"Tsk! If you don't want to calculate, then don't calculate. Why are you pretending to be incompetent?"

Qin Shiyue rolled her eyes at Zhuge Qing.

Zhuge Qing did not speak. At the moment, he was completely pretending to be deaf and dumb. Instead, he looked at the two people who were talking in the arena with great interest.

Wang Ye yelled at Qin Shiyue, and after calming down, he turned to look at Zhang Chulan and continued, "I discussed this conference and your affairs in Wudang Mountain before."

"I almost lost my life just by knowing a vague idea."

Zhang Chulan was stunned when he heard this, and saw beads of sweat dripping down Wang Ye's forehead.

"Alas~ Actually, what does your situation have to do with me? To be honest, with my skills, no matter how chaotic the world is, I can protect myself and my family."

"So I shouldn't have come, but why did I come anyway? There are probably two reasons. First, if I don't come, the reputation of the old Heavenly Master and the Heavenly Master's Mansion will be severely damaged."

"The old master is also a senior whom I admire. I don't want to see him fall into disgrace."

Zhang Chulan seemed to realize something at this moment, and murmured to himself: "Master..."

"Second, I'm giving you another choice."

Wang Ye raised two fingers and said, "A choice of giving up!"

"Give up? Are you asking me to give up on becoming the successor of the Heavenly Master?"

Zhang Chulan was a little excited when he heard this, and stood up suddenly, but because of the wound, he grimaced in pain.

"Sit down! Don't get excited! Listen to me! Who told you to give up being the successor to the Heavenly Master?"

Wang Ye rolled his eyes and pressed his palm towards Zhang Chulan.

Seeing this, Zhang Chulan had no choice but to be patient. He gritted his teeth and sat down again with his butt tilted.

"At this point in the conference, the outcome is no longer important. The choice I offer you is to give up the pursuit of the truth. That way, you will get what you have always wanted..."

"Don't tease me, Master Wang! What's wrong with pursuing the truth?! That's what I want!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Chulan immediately interrupted Wang Ye excitedly.

At this moment, Zhang Chulan rarely revealed his true inner state.

"The truth is, you really want it. You want a car, a house, a woman. You want them all. There is nothing wrong with pursuing these things, but once one of them is satisfied, people will pursue the next one. There are too many things that people deliberately pursue, and they have long forgotten what they want most."

"I'm talking about something that you've been wanting but can't get, but once you get it, you're willing to give up everything for it. That's what you want most."

Wang Ye was extremely calm at this moment, looking at Zhang Chulan with indifferent eyes, just like a bystander.

"Don't act so sophisticated. We are not familiar with each other at all. You don't need to tell me what I want most!"

Zhang Chulan became more and more excited at this moment, and his eyes turned red.

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"Some people work hard but fail to stir up any storm, while others can turn the world upside down with just a single thought."

"This is the different proportions of destiny's weights, and Zhang Chulan, you have a very high proportion. Your choice will change the fate of many people."

Wang Ye stuffed the last bite of the steamed bun into his mouth, then dusted himself off and stood up, looking down at Zhang Chulan: "How about it, Zhang Chulan, can you make a choice?"

"I'm sorry, Master Wang! It's my choice! You..."

Wang didn't wait for Zhang Chulan to finish his words, and kicked Zhang Chulan to the ground.

"I'm sorry, Master Wang, I may have to let you down. My choice is not just for myself."

Zhang Chulan lay on the ground, ignoring the bleeding corner of his mouth, muttering to himself.

"I gave you the choice, not made it for you, so I can't say I'm sorry."

Wang Ye shrugged his shoulders, turned around and raised his hands, "Brother Fude, I admit defeat."

"Wang Ye vs. Zhang Chulan, Zhang Chulan wins!"

The referee looked at Wang Ye with a complicated expression and announced the result of the match.

Wang Ye left the stadium directly, leaving Zhang Chulan staring blankly at the sky.

Qin Shiyue couldn't help shaking her head as she looked at Zhang Chulan who was daydreaming.

Although I already knew the result, looking back at it now, I have a completely different feeling.

At this moment, Qin Shiyue couldn't help but wonder, if it were him, would he make the same choice as Zhang Chulan?

Maybe, but maybe not.

After all, Qin Shiyue is not Zhang Chulan, and has no way of understanding his hardships.

Compared to Zhang Chulan, Qin Shiyue is actually much luckier.

If it weren’t for Master Jiekong’s kindness, Qin Shiyue might not be alive today.

Thinking of this, Qin Shiyue couldn't help but shook his head and smiled. Everyone has his own destiny. He hasn't finished his own affairs yet, so why is he thinking about Zhang Chulan!

Shaking his head, Qin Shiyue quickly caught up with Wang Ye.

"Lao Wang, come on, let's talk about the Double Color Ball."

"roll!"

Wang Ye was already upset because his choice failed, and now when he saw Qin Shiyue, he felt so angry that his head hurt.

"Look at you, you're just talking. You're leaving, and you don't even leave me a parting gift?"

Qin Shiyue looked at Wang Ye and spoke with a smile.

"When did I say I was leaving?"

Wang glared at Qin Shiyue unhappily.

"Nonsense, you have already achieved your purpose of coming to Longhu Mountain. Why are you still staying here? Watching the game? Besides, you have a lot of things to do next. You can't go back to Wudang."

Qin Shiyue curled her lips and then spoke meaningfully.

Wang Ye rolled his eyes when he heard this, but his expression was calm, because the moment he chose to leave Wudang, the current outcome was already determined.

"Honestly, don't even consider telling me about gambling!"

Qin Shiyue still asked with some hopelessness.

Wang Ye still ignored Qin Shiyue and just gave him an internationally accepted gesture.

"You are so heartless. Forget it. You don't have a parting gift, but I do."

Qin Shiyue said this and took out a plane ticket and handed it to Wang Ye.

"What are you doing?"

Wang Ye looked at the plane ticket and looked at Qin Shiyue with some surprise.

"I bought it secretly using your ID number. You, a poor Taoist priest, can't catch up with me before I get home. Take it. This place is far from Beijing, and taking a plane can save a lot of trouble."

After Qin Shiyue finished speaking, she stuffed the plane ticket into Wang Ye's hand.