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Upon hearing this, Jiang Ning remained silent for a moment before speaking.
"Master, this is just a dream."
"Yes, it was just a dream."
Yue Buqun smiled, then looked at Jiang Ning.
"Ning'er, the thing I'm most grateful for in my life is that I took you as my disciple."
Jiang Ning also said.
"It is a disciple's good fortune to be able to become the master's disciple."
Yue Buqun chuckled, but for some reason, a trace of sadness suddenly appeared on his face.
"Actually, among all my disciples, you are the most promising, but you are also the one I worry about the most."
"There are too few people in this world who understand you. I'm afraid that after I'm gone, no one will understand you. You'll be too lonely."
Jiang Ning was silent.
Yue Buqun laughed again.
"Ning'er, don't worry too much. Although there is no ascension in this world, there may be an underworld. When your master goes down there, I will wait for you down there. When the day is almost here, your master will come to pick you up."
"Master."
Even with Jiang Ning's composure, her eyes still reddened slightly at this moment.
"Don't cry."
Yue Buqun smiled and shook his head.
"I have no regrets in this life."
After saying that, Yue Buqun closed his eyes and never opened them again.
Hearing no movement from inside for a long time, Linghu Chong, Lu Dayou, and the others entered the room and immediately burst into tears.
Yue Buqun has passed away.
Chapter 811: My Name is Jiang Ning (The Finale)
In the same year, Ning Zhongze also left because she missed Yue Buqun too much.
Jiang Ning later often sat on the edge of the cliff in a daze.
The following year, Jiang Ning descended the mountain again.
Thirty years have passed in the blink of an eye.
Jiangning Eighty.
Over the past thirty years, Jiang Ning has traversed the land of China time and again, sweeping across it once and again. Now, no one in the world dares to call themselves a demon.
However, over the years, the Kunlun Sect's leader, Zhenshanzi, had already passed away before Yue Buqun, and the Hengshan and Taishan Sects' Master Dingxian and the Taishan Taoist had also passed away long ago, with each sect having a new leader.
Zhu Houzhao had already passed away, and his crown prince succeeded him. The newly enthroned emperor inherited Zhu Houzhao's ideas and implemented his will, and the Ming Dynasty ushered in another golden age.
That year, Jiang Ning returned to Mount Hua.
Linghu Chong is leaving too.
"Junior brother, your senior brother must take his leave first."
Linghu Chong, with his full head of white hair and deeply furrowed brows, looked at Jiang Ning and laughed.
Yue Lingshan passed away several years ago.
Linghu Chong looked at Jiang Ning with amazement in his eyes.
Now eighty years old, Jiang Ning's appearance seems to have changed little except for his white hair. He looks the same as he did back then, as if he had frozen in time after entering the Innate Realm.
Linghu Chong also passed away.
In the following years, Lu Dayou and others also left one after another, leaving only a handful of the original Huashan disciples who were of the same generation as Jiang Ning.
When Jiang Ning was eighty-six years old, Du Lanyin was also about to leave.
However, Du Lanyin wanted to see Jiang Ning one last time before she passed away.
Hospital bed.
Du Lanyin looked at Jiang Ning and sighed.
"I am old and frail, but my junior brother is still as dashing as ever."
Looking at herself now with white hair and wrinkles all over her face, her youthful years gone, while Jiang Ning remained unchanged as before, Du Lanyin was filled with emotion, and tears welled up in her eyes.
"Junior brother, there's actually a question I've always wanted to ask you."
Du Lanyin looked at Jiang Ning, her expression moved.
"Please speak, senior sister."
"All these years, haven't you really noticed my heart?"
Du Lanyin looked at Jiang Ning with a serious expression.
Jiang Ning's lips moved slightly, but in the end, he did not speak.
Du Lanyin asked another question.
"Junior brother, you...you really never had feelings for me?"
Faced with Du Lanyin's question, Jiang Ning could only remain silent.
Seeing Jiang Ning's silent expression, Du Lanyin laughed, tears welling up in her eyes, before closing them.
Jiang Ning stood silently by Du Lanyin's bedside.
That year, Jiang Ning passed the leadership of the sect to Liu Zhao and faded from the martial world.
With Jiang Ning stepping down as the sect leader, the legend of Jiang Ning in the martial arts world has temporarily come to an end, and people in the martial arts world have various opinions about Jiang Ning's whereabouts.
Some say Jiang Ning died of old age, while others say he attained enlightenment and ascended to heaven. In any case, Jiang Ning did not reappear in the martial arts world for the next few years.
In the tenth year since Jiangning faded from the martial arts world, Shaolin, which had been silent and closed off from the mountains, seemed to be stirring again. It began to send its disciples to travel around the world. Although it did not lift the closure, the whole martial arts world knew that Shaolin had begun to become active again.
Fourteen years after Jiangning faded from the political scene, the golden age was also coming to an end. It seems that every dynasty's golden age ends in turmoil, and the dynasty gradually declines. It seems that this is an inevitable part of history.
People began to emerge in the martial arts world claiming to be demonic, wreaking havoc on the martial arts world and ravaging the people.
Some people began calling out Jiang Ning's name, begging him to save them.
late at night.
Huashan.
Do you think I'm old?
"Can't you lift the sword anymore?"
Jiang Ning sat at the dimly lit table, muttering to himself, the candlelight illuminating his face.
At the age of one hundred, the same rage that he felt when he was sixteen years old, a rage that seemed to burn away all the evil in the world, rekindled in his eyes.
This year.
Jiang Ning descended the mountain again.
After fourteen years of silence, Jiang Ning reappeared in the martial arts world, stirring up a bloody storm.
This time, Jiang Ning once again reminded the martial arts world of him.
Some newly arrived martial artists didn't believe that Jiang Ning, who was already a hundred years old, could still possess such unfathomable martial arts skills, and as a result, they all became Jiang Ning's victims.
This time, Jiang Ning's sweep of the martial arts world resulted in more deaths than in the previous decades combined, almost wiping out the entire martial arts world.
The martial arts world fell silent once again.
Shaolin Temple, which was already in a semi-closed state and ready to announce the lifting of the closure at any time, summoned all its disciples back overnight. The current abbot of Shaolin lamented late at night why Jiang Ning was still alive.
This sweep in Jiangning lasted for a full sixty years.
After sixty years of sweeping cleanup, no one in the martial arts world dared to utter a sound, and no high-ranking official or noble family dared to step forward. The dynasty also stabilized once again.
Out of gratitude, the newly enthroned emperor bestowed upon Jiang Ning the title of Savior of the World.
Jiang Ning returned to Mount Hua at the age of 160.
Some years later.
"Grandmaster, we want to hear more."
A group of Huashan disciples, around seven or eight years old, surrounded a middle-aged man with white hair, making noise.
The middle-aged man with white hair looked at them and smiled.
"What else would you like to hear?"
A Huashan disciple said in a childish voice, "We want to hear the story of how our grandmaster seized the Zhenwu Sword when he was surrounded by the Demonic Sect."
"Yes, we've heard the legends of our master since we first entered the sect. We can't get enough of his stories."
"Which part do you want to hear? Okay."
The white-haired middle-aged man is Jiang Ning. Although his appearance has changed since he turned 180, he still looks like a middle-aged man.
Hearing his disciples and grand-disciples curious about his past, Jiang Ning didn't find it annoying and happily began to tell them.
Even after Jiang Ning finished speaking, all the Huashan disciples were still immersed in his story.
After a long time.
A Huashan disciple snapped out of his daze and looked at Jiang Ning curiously.
“Grandmaster, I heard from my master that she was only seven years old when she first entered the sect. At that time, Grandmaster was already... Now my master is over fifty years old, but Grandmaster looks younger than my master. Grandmaster seems to never grow old.”
At this moment, another disciple spoke up.
"It would be good if our Grandmaster never grew old, so that he could protect our Huashan Sect forever, and protect our descendants."
"hehe."
Jiang Ning laughed.
"No one can escape aging. Our master will also pass away sooner or later. Birth, aging, sickness and death are the natural laws, and our master is no exception."
"what?"
When the young disciples of Mount Hua heard that their master was going to die, they couldn't help but feel nervous.
"I don't want my master to die."
"Yes, we can't bear to part with our master. We want our master to protect us forever."
As he listened, a faint smile appeared on Jiang Ning's face.
Ten years later.
After thirty years of seclusion in the martial world, Jiang Ning, now 190 years old, felt restless and chose to descend the mountain once again.
This time, all the Huashan disciples, including the current sect leader, knelt before Jiang Ning.
"How long will it take for our grandmaster to return from this trip down the mountain?"
Liu Zhao's grand-disciple has now become the new sect leader, Wen Dao.
Jiang Ning smiled.
"He might not come back."
The sect leader was taken aback upon hearing this. He realized that Jiang Ning was already 190 years old and might never return after going down the mountain. He felt a pang of sorrow and begged Jiang Ning not to go down the mountain.
"Grandmaster, please stay at Mount Hua."
The other Huashan disciples also wept.
"Grandmaster, we grew up listening to your stories, and we all admire you very much. What will we do if you leave us?"
Hearing their cries, Jiang Ning's faint smile faded slightly. He looked up at the sky, lost in thought.
"What do you do?"