The Pinnacle of Martial Arts Cultivation

Chen Fan did not die in the end, and the kings discarded his "corpse" in the mountains. After an unknown period of time, Chen Fan opened his eyes again.

With a bitter smile, Chen Fan knew that this illusion was not over yet.

In this way, Chen Fan gave up everything. He had seen mountains and seas, and had walked through huge crowds. He once had everything, but now he is just an old beggar.

That's right, Chen Fan began to live a life of no fixed place, relying on charity.

He just used his feet to measure the world made by the succubus, met all kinds of people, and saw so many things.

Ten years have passed, twenty years have passed, and Chen Fan has entered his twilight years from his vigorous Lianzhong Sanyuan.

His body is rickety, his hair is gray, and his eyes are already muddy, as if he is about to die.

But on a snowy winter night, when Chen Fan was shrinking from the corner and enjoying the warmth that did not exist as usual, a song came into his ears.

That is an unknown ballad.

The tune is tactful, and the sound is clear and sweet, as if it is indifferent to see through the world, and there is a touch of resentment and desolation.

Chen Fan followed the sound, and he saw a little girl in a ruined temple.

The little girl with croissants was squatting shivering in front of the dilapidated stone statue. Her skin was a bit dark and the color of ripe wheat. It should be because of the wind and sun all the year round.

What impressed Chen Fan the most was the little girl's dark eyes, but they were full of smart big eyes. With just one glance, these eyes seemed to be imprinted on the bottom of my heart forever.

"What's your name?" Chen Fan spoke slowly.

"Hmm..." The little girl tilted her head and thought for a moment, then shook her head and said: "I don't have a name, they all call me little beggar."

Chen Fan suddenly laughed. This should be his first laugh in decades.

"Then we are very similar, they all call me old beggars."

The little beggar and the old beggar just met in the ruined temple. Chen Fan named the little beggar Wangyou.

The meaning is to forget sorrow.

The two lived together like this, living in this ruined temple.

During the day, Chen Fan went out to beg, and at night, he would cook for him when he came back to forget his worries. Life passed by like water, and he walked away peacefully.

Chen Fan didn't care about begging. He didn't feel that begging in this illusion had any disadvantage because of his original status as a master.

In his view, people have their own way of life, and begging without worry is a kind of life.

At the very least, he is very happy now, because recently he is often helped by the good people in the city, and sometimes he can eat a soba noodle soup.

There is even oily water in the vegetable soup.

When I was bored, Wangyou would always sing that unknown ballad to Chen Fan, and the two would fall asleep with the ballad.

Chen Fan thinks this kind of life is very good. He temporarily forgot all kinds of hatred, and even began to accept the life in illusion with all his heart.

For him, this is a rare opportunity to relax.

It allows Chen Fan to look at life from another angle, while also gaining more insights.

Gradually, Wangyou has grown up, and she has turned into a face full of beauty, and countless people admire it.

But Chen Fan gradually became less reticent.

Wangyou has grown up, but he is already old. Recently, Chen Fan even has a clear feeling.

His time in this illusion is probably running out.