Let’s talk about Jiang Ziya’s wake up and failed to find Song Yiren for the whole morning. She could only call a Zhuang Tong and said, “Where is your master going?”

"Reply to the second master, I must have collected the rent. Please wait, at most you should be able to come back at noon." Zhuang Tong said with restraint and respectful words.

Jiang Ziya nodded and was about to go back to meditate for a while, but saw his righteous brother Yiren walking in in a hurry, looking at him and laughing: "Congratulations, brother, I'm a great blessing today!"

"Where did the luck come from?" Jiang Ziya was confused. Seeing that he was smiling happily, he also laughed.

"There is a large family in Chaoge City, who spreads poetry and books and rituals, and his family is in a civilized state. Some time ago, he was killed by the destruction of family members and the whole family was sold into a business..." Song Yiren said.

Jiang Ziya's brows gradually frowned when she heard this. When she heard this, she finally couldn't help but interrupt: "Brother, isn't this a blessing?"

"Don't worry, brother, listen to me finish my words." Song Yiren waved his hand and said, "Aren't you thinking about finding a good marriage for you today?

I went into the city and asked from many sources that there was a girl under 30 years old in this family who was born with a beautiful and gentle personality. Unfortunately, she was not in good luck and was dragged down by her family and sold to a business.

After I learned the news, I rushed over and rescued the family. On the way to resettle them, I said a few words to the little girl and found that she was indeed a gentle and friendly woman, so I told her about you.

But I didn't say you were already seventy-three, but I just said you were a little bigger than her. Brother, you don't even have a pleat on your face and your figure is not hunched. As long as you dye your hair black, even if you say you are forty, no one can tell..."

Looking at the big brother in front of him, Jiang Ziya felt mixed feelings; all kinds of inexplicable emotions kept surging, like a thorn in his throat, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.

"My brother, I am not forcing you, but worrying about you!" After talking for a long time, Song Yiren changed his mind and sighed deeply: "I have no home, no wife, no children, alone, lonely and lonely. Even if you succeed in practicing Taoism, living for another 35 years is not a hard time? Practicing Taoism is to prolong life. In the end, the extended life will continue to practice Taoism, and it will continue to be repeated. In the future, when the oil is exhausted, do you feel regretful?"

"Brother, I just think that this matter can be discussed for a long time!" Jiang Ziya said with difficulty.

"I have placed that family in three tiled houses at the east end of our village. It's only a cup of tea away. You can clean it up and I'll take you to visit tomorrow morning." Song Yiren waved his hand and said, "By the way, if you need something to dye your hair, just find Zhuang Tong and ask him to go to the city to buy it."

Jiang Ziya said helplessly: "Brother, I still have a great way in my heart..."

"Cultivating Taoism and destroying human desires are completely different, right?" Song Yiren said: "Is the Jade Emperor considered the top sacred Taoism? He also has the Queen Mother and the Immortal Concubine. No matter how big your great avenue is, can it be greater than his hometown? So, don't make excuses for yourself. As a man, if you retreat at this time, you will be so old in vain."

Jiang Ziya was speechless and had no temper at all.

"Think about it carefully. If you think I'm wrong, I'll tell me directly tomorrow and I'll go to that family to make it clear." Song Yiren stared at him for a while, sighed slightly, turned around and left here with his hands behind his back.

Jiang Ziya pursed her lips, silent for a long time, and slowly walked out of the manor.

When he really turned his attention to the surrounding environment, he saw the half-birth boy chasing chickens and dogs, the cute girl holding wild flowers, and a farmer couple quarreling about trivial matters... He saw that everyone has a home, everyone has a root system, but he himself, since he can remember, he has no home, no relatives, and even no memories of childhood and youth!

Gradually, he walked out of the village and came to the fields, feeling the slightly cold wind slammed on his face, and a trace of confusion appeared in his eyes.

Before he knew it, it was dark. Jiang Ziya shivered suddenly, woke up from a dream, turned to look at the quiet little village behind him, and saw the lights of hundreds of families...

"Home!" Jiang Ziya murmured softly again.

...

...

Song Yiren couldn't guess what choice Jiang Ziya would make, and the other party's different choices determine his own different destiny.

He felt as if he was standing at the intersection between the Heavenly Palace and Hell. On the left is the Heavenly Palace and on the right is the Hell. On the one hand, it was warm and cold, and the heat and cold alternating, making him unable to sleep all night.

"Ah snee..."

"Ah Yeh!"

The next morning, Song Yiren walked out of the bedroom with a pair of panda eyes, wearing a thick cotton jacket, yawned. As soon as he saw the sun, he sneezed uncontrollably and trembled all over his body.

"Xiao Liu, is the second master getting up?" Song Yiren asked, rubbing his itchy nose, and rubbing his itchy nose.

"Reply to the master, the second master has never come back since he called out." Zhuang Tong bowed.

A hint of worry appeared between Song Yiren's eyebrows and eyes.

It seems that things are not good!

"Brother." Just as he was thinking, a familiar and unfamiliar voice suddenly rang out not far away from him.

Song Yiren was slightly stunned, looked up and was stunned.

I saw a middle-aged man wearing a long blue gown, black short boots, thin cheeks, thin figure, and bright eyes standing in a straight posture. His black hair and ink-black beard were a little dazzling under the sunshine!

"Brother?!"

Looking at Song Yiren with a shocked face, Jiang Ziya took a deep breath and said slowly: "So... is it to your brother's wish?"

Song Yiren said in extreme surprise: "I just asked you to dye your hair. You have completely changed into another person!"

Jiang Ziya's cheeks were slightly red and she coughed lightly, "Although she didn't learn any profound Taoism on Kunlun Mountain, she still learned some fur in the art of plastic disguise."

Song Yiren circled around him and said, "Disguise? In other words, this is just an illusion?"

Jiang Ziya shook her head: "When true is false, true is false, and when false is true, false is true. For those who practice Taoism, the appearance of appearance depends entirely on their mood and needs."

Song Yiren smiled and said, "I want to practice Taoism all you said."
Chapter completed!