Time flies. In the blink of an eye, Luo Chuan has lived in Capital City for twenty years. At this moment, the people on the street have already changed.
Most of the shops have been purchased by Wang Lin. At this moment, Wang Lin has long become a unique existence on this street, but it still has not touched the threshold of the realm of god transformation.
Even Wang Lin himself doesn't know why he still hasn't succeeded in understanding Spirit Severing Intent Domain after twenty years of being a mortal.
I even doubted many times that I could successfully break through the shackles and achieve the illusory Spirit Severing Realm realm.
Within the Luo Mansion at this time.
Luo Chuan, who had been in seclusion for more than eighteen years, finally opened his eyes, and the clone at the door turned into a wisp of breeze and merged into his body, and the surging energy swept through the entire room in an instant.
Feeling the energy emanating from the air, Luo Chuan took a deep breath and murmured to himself, "I finally raised my clone to the Yingbian Realm stage... It's really not easy."
Now that he has successfully broken through the Yingbian Realm stage, as long as he merges with his true self, the cultivation levels between the two will be integrated, and his promotion to the Yingbian Realm stage will be just around the corner.
Luo Chuan stepped lightly on the ground with his right foot. The aura on his body instantly became weak, and his whole body turned into an old man in his forties or fifties.
Over the years, Luo Chuan has used clones to deal with people in the outside world, while he has continued to practice. Now that he has broken through the shackles, there is no need for the clones in the outside world to exist.
Luo Chuan When he pushed open the red lacquer door, the sound of suona at the entrance of the alley was loud.
Red silk was spread from one end of the street to the other, and the lintels of every house were plastered with the character "". The sweet aroma of red dates, peanuts, and longans floated in the air, mixed with the smell of gunpowder smoke from exploding firecrackers, and the excitement made him feel trance-like.
Among the crowd, Da Niu, dressed in a bright red wedding dress, was carrying the bride home, with a simple and honest smile on her rough face. The sweat on her forehead was dripping down along the wrinkles, but she couldn't bear to raise her hand to wipe it.
He is much stronger than twenty years ago. The jade belt around his waist is tightened tightly. The shoulders that once carried goods are now straight. The bride behind him is wearing a red hijab, and the hem of her skirt sweeps over the red silk, leaving a string of fine silver bells.
"Brother Da Niu, quickly show everyone whether the bride is handsome or not!"
The onlookers were booing, and some threw confetti on them. Children chased and played around the wedding sedan, laughing loudly.
Wang Lin was also in the crowd, wearing a brocade robe and holding a wine bowl in his hand. His face was not as sharp as before, but a little more easy-going.
Luo Chuan smiled and nodded, his eyes falling on Da Niu.
The young man who followed him to run errands and timidly called Uncle Luo, is now a groom with frost-stained temples. He is being toasted by relatives and friends, and the silly smile in his throat can be heard through the crowd.
The wedding hall is located in the former site of a grocery store, which has now been transformed into a magnificent house. The red candles are burning high and the Chinese character "" hangs high. The master of ceremonies sings loudly and performs the worship ceremony. After the shouts of worshiping the heaven and the earth, the big cow and the bride bow deeply.
The guests behind him burst into applause, the clatter of wine bowls, and laughter pushed the liveliness of the whole street to its peak.
Luo Chuan stood in the corner, looking at the fireworks in front of him, with the aroma of wine and food lingering on the tip of his nose. The boredom in his heart caused by the stagnant practice quietly dissipated.
Da Niu came to Luo Chuan and Wang Lin with wine, bowed respectfully, and then said with a smile, "Uncle Luo, please drink."
Luo Chuan and Wang Lin took the passed wine glasses, looked at each other, drank the wine in one gulp, turned around and patted Da Niu on the shoulder.
Over the years, A-Dai has also had his own wife. Although Luo Chuan refused him to search in advance, Da Niu's parents thought that A-Dai was already very old. If he did not find a wife, it would be even more troublesome in the future.
However, because of the special nature of A-Dai, although he had a wife over the years, he never had children. This made him very distressed as to why he didn't even have any children of his own.
Luo Chuan stroked his beard, looked at A-Dai who was greeting the guests, and said to himself, "It has been more than twenty years since he became a mortal. Now, it is time for A-Dai to regain his memory and hit the realm of the Spirit Severing Realm."
At this time, Zeng Family was full of guests, Da Niu's father and mother were entertaining the guests, and Da Niu also took his daughter-in-law to toast.
Luo Chuan also called A-Dai into the room.
A-Dai closed the door in confusion and asked, "Uncle Luo, why did you call me here?"
Luo Chuan slowly turned around, and the index finger of his right hand flashed with a special light, which also gave people a feeling of surprise.
A-Dai stared and ran over quickly, looking at the beam of light at Luo Chuan's fingertips, not daring to say, "Uncle Luo... are you an immortal?"
Luo Chuan did not answer A-Dai's words, but pointed his finger at the center of his eyebrows. When this energy hit the restriction, memories over the years poured into his mind like a tide.
A-Dai knelt on the ground in some pain, holding his head that was so painful that it was bursting with pain. Veins popped up on his forehead, and he let out a suppressed groan from his throat.
Those forbidden and dusty scenes are like a rushing river, instantly breaking down the dam of twenty years of ordinary memories.
The joy of wielding a sword in Lingyun, the joy of discussing with fellow practitioners, the sleepless and endless hard training to challenge Spirit Severing Realm, and the scenes in which Luo Chuan used great supernatural powers to seal his cultivation and memory in order to protect him, are all swirling in his mind.
Cold sweat slid down A-Dai's forehead and soaked the clothes on his shoulders. The originally dull eyes gradually faded away and were replaced by sharpness and clarity. Although his whole body did not show any fluctuations in spiritual power, he already had a bit of the aloof demeanor of a monk.
For a long time, A-Dai slowly raised his head, looking at Luo Chuan with eyes full of awe and gratitude. He knelt on his knees and kowtowed deeply. "Disciple A-Dai, pay homage to the master!"
Luo Chuan raised his hand to help him up, and the spiritual power flowed gently from his fingertips, sorting out his chaotic soul. "Twenty years of mundane experience is to allow you to settle your Daoist heart. Now that your state of mind has stabilized, it is the best time to return to practice and impact the spirit transformation."
A-Dai stood up slowly, the aura around his body gradually converged, but his eyes were burning with Daoist fire. Twenty years of worldly regrets and anguish were all turned into the motivation for practice at this moment.
"Master... disciple, I..."
Luo Chuan seemed to see what A-Dai was thinking, patted his shoulder and said, "It doesn't matter, the path of cultivation is this. After you attack the gods, you can continue to stay here and protect their family."
"As for your wife... even if she is destined to live in this life, you must treat her well. Do you understand?"
A-Dai, with red eyes, knelt in front of Luo Chuan, kowtowed before him, and choked with sobs. "Disciple understands... Thank you Master, I will definitely not let them down, nor treat my wife badly."