The Pinnacle of Martial Arts Cultivation Chapter 2678: Farewell, Uncle Weng

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Chen Fan wants to be with Xiao Yixin, with his wives and mother never to be separated, and to speak his heart.

He wants to tell his friends about his experiences over the years.

The work after the war still needs to be handled by him. The Emperor of Heaven teaches hundreds of thousands of prisoners and he still needs to handle it.

It can be said that Chen Fan, who has just returned to Dachen, has countless things waiting for him.

However, nothing is as important as this moment.

Uncle Weng, no more!

As soon as the war ended, Chen Fan noticed the uncle Weng in the corner who looked at him comfortably.

Chen Fan couldn't accept it for a long time. Why has Uncle Weng changed so much in just 16 years?

Without a word, he took Chen Yixin and Uncle Weng back to the palace, and he personally diagnosed Uncle Weng's pulse.

After a long time, Chen Fan opened his eyes slightly, his eyebrows still knotted together.

"Ahem...Young Master, I know what you want to say, it's all God's will. I have lived for hundreds of years and it is enough."

Weng Yan smiled freely, but he was slightly weak when speaking.

"It's just a pity that I can't see Xiao Yixin grow up. I went below. If His Majesty Shenzong asks, how should I answer?"

Chen Fan grasped Weng Yan's hand tightly, but at this moment, he couldn't say anything.

Because Chen Fan knew that he could not save Uncle Weng.

He was madly sending a message to Qiongtian in his mind, wanting to know if there is a way to bring Uncle Weng to life again.

But the answer is obvious.

Weng Yan was not injured, he just died of life, and his destiny is near.

And this is something that no one can stop.

It is providence, it is destiny.

They are two of Chen Fan's most insignificant words in his life.

These two words are words that countless people have to take seriously.

There are so many people in the world, and how many can enter Chen Fan, who are truly disdainful of providence and fate, and even jump out of their grasp and maverick?

Perhaps Chen Fan is the only one looking at the vast history.

As long as I think of this, Chen Fan feels lonely.

Weng Yan accompanied him step by step to this day, taking care of the Chen family for three generations. Now he is about to leave, but Chen Fan has no good way to recover.

This kind of powerlessness is really hard to accept.

"Yixin, you go back first, I want to talk to your grandpa Weng."

Chen Fan's voice was a little hoarse, Chen Yixin nodded, patted Chen Fan's shoulder, and at the same time bowed respectfully to Weng Yan, and finally left.

On the scene, Chen Fan and Weng Yan were finally left alone.

In the beginning, no one spoke, and time passed so slowly.

Chen Fan thought of a lot. When the two people in Kyushu Prison met for the first time, they have left some fate ever since.

Afterwards, Chen Fan has gone through ups and downs step by step and has also enjoyed endless glory.

I want to think about it again, it seems that at every important moment in Chen Fan's life, when I look back, there is Uncle Weng.

Unconsciously, Chen Fan seems to have become accustomed to the existence of Uncle Weng.

But the more he thinks this way, the more sad Chen Fan feels about what is coming.

"Uncle Weng, do you have any wishes?"

"No, I have been enough in my life. I have experienced one person under ten thousand people, and I have also experienced being knocked out of dust."

"How many people can have a rich life experience like mine?"

Uncle Weng has a smile on his face, full of free and easy things about what is about to happen.

"Fan'er, let me call you that before I die."

Uncle Weng's cloudy eyes stared at Chen Fan tightly, as if he wanted to reach out and stroke Chen Fan's cheek.

"Fan'er, do you know that to be able to meet you and your father in this life is my greatest pride in my life?"

"I have the last wish, this life...is enough!"

The picture is always frozen in this scene. Uncle Weng closed his eyes and never opened them again.

His hand was still in the air, and he did not stroke Chen Fan's cheek.

Chen Fan didn't know what Uncle Weng was thinking at the last moment.

Is there really no unwillingness, no regrets?

He doesn't know.

In Chen Fan's mind, there was only one sentence circulating at the moment.

"Farewell, Uncle Weng!"