Wang Ping widened his eyes, staring at the scene in disbelief. He blinked subconsciously, and after confirming it wasn't an illusion, he quickly stepped forward, his voice rising:

"Brother Yuan, you're back!"

Dismounting, Chen Yuan smiled and walked to Wang Ping's side, patting him on the shoulder and saying:

"You've lost some weight, kid. Have you been frequenting the Misty Rain Pavilion?"

Hearing this, Wang Ping's face showed some embarrassment. When Chen Yuan left, he had secretly set a goal for himself, but he couldn't stick to it for more than a few months.

After becoming a constable, the corrupt atmosphere outside blew in his face, making him unable to resist. In this small Ping An County, he was considered a big shot, and many people sought him out for favors.

Not to mention, because of Chen Yuan, even the magistrate and the county commandant were unwilling to provoke him.

Of course, Wang Ping essentially knew his place and never used Chen Yuan's name to do evil. The things he did on weekdays were all within the rules.

Previously, the county commandant had hinted for him to go to Nanling Prefecture to find Chen Yuan to do something, but he pretended not to know and directly declined.

He knew in his heart that Brother Yuan was a man who did great things. He was just an ordinary person, and it was fine if he couldn't help. He absolutely couldn't cause him any trouble.

The relationship between people is limited. Once it's used up, it's really gone.

Although Chen Yuan was now successful and famous, Wang Ping still felt that Chen Yuan was the same Brother Yuan who used to visit brothels together... and wanted to maintain that 'pure' friendship.

That's why he often mentioned Chen Yuan, to warn himself to be cautious and careful in everything...

"Not that often, just every few days or so." Wang Ping grinned, without the imposing manner of a county constable, more like when he used to be Chen Yuan's follower.

"Not bad, your life is more comfortable than mine."

Chen Yuan teased without any airs.

"Brother Yuan, what brings you here this time?"

"Just passing by, thought I'd drop in and see you and Old Zhao." After saying that, Chen Yuan waved his hand at Yue Shan and the others:

"Find an inn to stay in, you don't need to follow me."

Yue Shan, Yan Qing, Mo Donghe, and the others exchanged glances, nodded, and said in unison:

"Understood, sir."

"You guys leave too, we'll deal with the Misty Rain Pavilion another day." Wang Ping instructed the constables behind him.

"Yes, sir!"

"Yes, sir!"

The somewhat dazed constables quickly turned and left. Some of them looked back as they walked, whispering:

"Is that the good brother Constable Wang always mentions, Chen Yuan?"

"It's him, didn't you hear him say 'Brother Yuan'?"

"It's him. I saw him a few times when I worked in the prison. It's said that he's completely different now. Even the county commandant has to address himself as a subordinate and be obsequious in front of him."

"I heard that he was a constable just like us a year ago. How can the difference be so great?"

"He's the real deal, he'll become a big figure sooner or later. We're just small clods of mud, it's different..."

"A real man should be like that."

"Alright, alright, let's go. We haven't finished our patrol yet."

......

......

Walking on the streets of the north of the city, everything still looked familiar. Chen Yuan and Wang Ping chatted about some trivial matters, mostly Wang Ping talking and Chen Yuan listening.

There was no way around it. The gap between him and Wang Ping was too big, and he wouldn't understand even if he explained.

Although he had been gone for more than half a year, there was no estrangement between them, as if it were yesterday.

From Wang Ping's account, Chen Yuan also learned about the later situation of Ping An County. Overall, there wasn't much to tell, except that a new county commandant had taken office.

Then, Wang Ping worked hard, and with Chen Yuan's support, his martial arts progressed rapidly, and he ascended to the position of constable that had been vacant for a long time. Wang Ping said,

It seemed that County Magistrate Wu Qingfeng had specifically reserved the position of constable for him.

As they walked, Chen Yuan and Wang Ping arrived at the Zhou's Steamed Bun Shop, but now it was no longer the familiar people from before, but someone else. Chen Yuan pointed to the shop sign and said:

"What happened to Uncle Zhou and the others?"

Although he had left, Wang Ping was still here, so the Zhou family shouldn't be bullied. There must be another reason.

Wang Ping: "After Brother Yuan left, Uncle Zhou and the others left Ping An County, saying they were going to seek refuge with a relative. I told them that everything would be fine with me here, but... in the end, they left without saying goodbye."

Sighing, Wang Ping looked at Chen Yuan's profile and added in his heart.

"Maybe... Little Fang also knew that she couldn't wait any longer."

Nodding, Chen Yuan didn't ask any further.

It was still the same saying, the former little constable was suitable for Little Fang, but the later Chen adult was no longer suitable. It wasn't that Chen Yuan looked down on the two commoners.

But...

The gap between them was too big. With the cultivation of martial arts, Chen Yuan would definitely offend enemies. What resistance could two ordinary people have?

Just like Gu Chun's assassination attempt this time, even he didn't have much power to resist, let alone them?

Chen Yuan's goal was to pursue longevity, and he had to cut off these emotional entanglements. Did he want to watch the other party grow old... and finally turn into a handful of dust?

Also, and most importantly, Chen Yuan, who had transmigrated, had changed his thinking. He didn't have that kind of love for Little Fang.

It was better to leave now, at least they wouldn't be implicated if something happened in the future...

Continuing to walk, Chen Yuan arrived in front of the Chen family's small courtyard. A brand new copper lock hung on it. Wang Ping took out a key from his pocket, opened the lock, and then pushed the door open and walked in.

The small courtyard was clean and tidy, as if Chen Yuan still lived there.

Chen Yuan looked around, and a familiar feeling arose spontaneously. He couldn't explain it, but it felt very special.

Seeing Chen Yuan's actions, Wang Ping stepped forward and opened the door of the house, muttering:

"I come to clean it every few days. I know Brother Yuan, you value this small courtyard and have never let outsiders come..."

Before leaving, Chen Yuan gave the house key to Wang Ping and asked him to look after it. Although this was just a small courtyard, it had a special meaning to him.

It would be best if it could be preserved.

The house was very airy and cleaned very well. Chen Yuan followed Wang Ping's footsteps inside, and at a glance, he saw the spirit tablets of his parents and uncle.

There was also a small copper basin in front, with some burnt ashes inside.

It should be something Wang Ping left behind last time.

Wang Ping and Chen Yuan simultaneously lit three incense sticks each, inserted them into the incense burner, and bowed three times.

After inserting the incense, Wang Ping turned around and scratched his head, smiling casually:

"Brother Yuan, I've noticed that my memory is getting worse and worse recently. I ran into an acquaintance a few days ago, and I didn't even recognize him at first glance."

"That's just a deviation in your cognition. After entering the path of martial arts, your memory will also improve a lot. Perhaps, you recognized who that person was, but you just forgot his name for a moment."

"Really?" Wang Ping touched his chin, looking a little doubtful, turned around and inadvertently saw the spirit tablets on the offering table, comparing them:

"I guess so. Anyway, I can't even remember what Uncle Chen looks like now, and he only passed away a little over two years ago."

Chen Yuan smiled, not intending to chat about this topic any further, feeling that Wang Ping was probably thinking too much. But just as he was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly froze in place, abruptly turning his head to look at the three tablets above, his eyes showing a look of suspicion and solemnity.

It seemed... that in his memory, the impression of his uncle was also getting shallower and shallower. If Wang Ping hadn't mentioned it suddenly, he wouldn't have even thought about it.

But, how could this be?

A Profound Connection martial artist was almost unforgettable, with an amazing memory. Generally, as long as they had seen something, they wouldn't forget it in a short period of time. But now that he thought about it...

The concept of his parents was getting weaker and weaker, and even like Wang Ping, he had many vague memories of his uncle's appearance.

The sharp Chen Yuan quickly sensed that something was wrong.

He remembered that when he first transmigrated, he had accepted all of the original owner's memories and still had an impression of his uncle, after all, he was the one who raised him, and the time of his death wasn't long ago.

But in just this short half a year, his memory of his uncle's appearance had actually become blurred!

If it was an ordinary person, this would be normal, but he wasn't an ordinary person. He already possessed the power to shatter mountains and break rivers, and possessed almost extraordinary means.

Chen Yuan froze in place, trying hard to recall, but no matter what, his uncle's appearance was very vague, as if he had passed away many years ago...

His parents were okay, they had died when he was young, but the death of his uncle, who had only passed away a few years ago, directly made him realize that something was wrong.

He wasn't a person with a big heart. On the contrary, Chen Yuan had always been very suspicious and cautious of everyone. Now, a sentence that Wang Ping said unintentionally made him subconsciously feel that something was wrong.

"What's wrong, Brother Yuan?"

Seeing Chen Yuan suddenly freeze in place, Wang Ping asked suspiciously.

Coming back to his senses, Chen Yuan took a deep look at the spirit tablets and said to Wang Ping calmly:

"How could you not remember? I remember you met my uncle many times."

Subconsciously touching his head again, Wang Ping's eyes seemed to be reminiscing, and after a long time, he said embarrassedly:

"I really can't remember what Uncle Chen looks like. It's a pity that there wasn't even a portrait left."

Chen Yuan's eyes narrowed. In his memory, it seemed that he had also mentioned leaving a portrait of his uncle as a souvenir, but his uncle had refused, saying that the skills of the few painters in the city were not up to par and couldn't capture the essence.

With that money, it would be better to buy more medicinal materials for his cultivation...

In the end, Chen Yuan didn't insist, and then it came to the present, where his impression of his uncle was getting weaker and weaker... according to some cliched plots,

Perhaps there really was a problem here.

However, he didn't show it in front of Wang Ping, but just said:

"If you can't remember, then you can't remember. The deceased is gone, why bother worrying about it?"

Wang Ping looked at Chen Yuan with admiration and said softly: "Brother Yuan is still insightful."

"Alright, I have some things to do. You go home first, and go to the Sanhe Fist Gym with me tomorrow to visit Old Zhao." Chen Yuan walked out of the room and turned around calmly to close the door.

"Okay."

Wang Ping nodded, gave the key to the small courtyard to Chen Yuan, and turned to leave.

A moment later, only Chen Yuan was left in the courtyard. His eyes seemed to penetrate through the closed door and see the memorial tablets inside. After a long silence, he turned into a stream of light and rose into the air, flying through the sky.

Whether there was really a problem here could be known by digging up his parents' graves. In his memory, his uncle had told him that his parents had died of illness when he was young.

Later, he rarely mentioned it again. Of course, it was also possible that Chen Yuan was too young at that time, and even if he had said it, he would have forgotten it long ago.

Chen Yuan's parents' graves, including his uncle's grave, were buried in an open space in a forest outside Ping An County. He remembered this very clearly.

Before, because he suspected that his uncle's death was related to the Wusheng Cult, he had also dug up his uncle's coffin. Now that he thought about it... if his parents' corpses weren't there either,

Perhaps he had wronged the Wusheng Cult.

Before long, Chen Yuan landed slowly on an open space according to his former memories. In front of them were three small mounds, with his uncle's corpse on the far right.

On the left were the graves of his parents.

Long grass grew on them. Chen Yuan waved his hand, and all the weeds instantly disappeared. He stepped forward, bowed, then stood up and removed the soil from the graves in front of him.

The two coffins inside were somewhat rotten, covered in bugs. Chen Yuan stepped forward and used his astral energy to open the coffins, revealing the contents.

He glanced over them expressionlessly, then came to his father's coffin and opened it with the same movements as before...

After a long while, Chen Yuan took a deep breath, waved his hand to close the coffins, and covered them with soil again.

He stood in place, his eyes flickering. Sure enough, it was just as he had guessed before, there was nothing inside, not even a bone.

There were only bugs that liked a humid environment and ate wood, and not even a single maggot could be seen.

Obviously, there had never been a corpse stored inside.

His uncle had deceived him!

This couldn't help but make him think. Did he have some more secret identity? Why didn't his uncle want to tell him?

Was he still alive?

Did he know about the changes that were happening to him now?

At this moment, there were many confusions in Chen Yuan's heart. He even used conspiracy theories to speculate that he was some important chess piece.

But after thinking about it, he abandoned this idea.

Perhaps he did have some kind of background, but that uncle should have hoped that he would be safe, otherwise he wouldn't have let him enter the yamen as a constable. Perhaps in his uncle's mind,

Entering the county yamen basically meant getting an iron rice bowl, and at the very least, he could live a stable life.

It was just that he wouldn't have thought that a soul from another world would suddenly transmigrate to this world, merge with the original body, and truly step into the martial world.

And it was because of a casual remark from Wang Ping that everything he had arranged was exposed.

If he deduced it based on this conspiracy, Chen Yuan suddenly thought of another person, the monk from the Ci'en Temple who was friends with his uncle, whose dharma name was Xu Yan. Thinking about it, it was also a bit abnormal.

The first time he met him, Chen Yuan found the Vajra Glazed Body, a Buddhist body refining divine art, through the guidance of the Destiny Altar. The second time he met him, Chen Yuan was investigating the traces of the Wusheng Cult demons.

He learned about the location of the back mountain from him...

And the third time... no, there was no third time, only two meetings. The third time he learned from a young monk at the Ci'en Temple that the other party had been missing for many days...

Hehe, interesting.

A smile appeared on the corner of Chen Yuan's mouth. This feeling of seeing through everything was very refreshing, but he had no interest in managing any background or mess.

Strictly speaking, he was already a new soul, and his ties to those relatives were not deep. He had only one goal: to reach the pinnacle of martial arts, dominate the world, and live forever!

If anyone really dared to treat him as some damn chess piece, then he would just have to fight his way out!

Having figured this out, Chen Yuan no longer hesitated and flew away through the sky.

Of course, these were just some of Chen Yuan's speculations. Perhaps his parents were really ordinary, and so was his uncle, but they were all harmed by the Wusheng Cult demons.

It was just that this possibility was really small, because there was a fatal loophole in it. Chen Yuan's impression of his uncle was really not as clear as it had been more than half a year ago!

This was unimaginable for a Profound Connection realm martial artist.

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