Since the old farmer arrived, the conversation he had with Leng Meizi only lasted about ten sentences, and they were extremely jumpy. There were so many metaphors and information hidden in the words that everyone was confused.

Only the last sentence.

They heard it clearly and clearly, and it was terrifying!

Get away from the source!

Be the source!

What a crazy idea!

They feel.

If it were them, the moment they dared to have such an idea, they would definitely end up being wiped out on the spot!

And here we are.

They finally began to understand that Leng Meizi, the chosen one,

What's the difference with them?

"What a big ambition! What a courage!"

The old farmer was silent for a moment, and suddenly began to praise him non-stop. After praising him, he suddenly sighed again, changed the subject, and said quietly: "But, little girl, I really advise you not to have such thoughts."

"how?"

Leng Meizi smiled and asked: "Only you are allowed to have it, not me?"

The old farmer's eyes narrowed.

"What's the meaning?"

"Literally."

Leng Meizi said calmly: "You said you wanted me to return to the source, but what you want most is to break away from the source. You said freedom is not important, but what you want most is freedom, right?"

The old farmer did not object.

He put his rough hands behind his back, looking at the boundless starry sky, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Go on."

"If I promise you."

Leng Meizi glanced at the shivering Gouzi on the screen and continued: "The first thing you have to do is to ask me how to escape from the source. Instead, you will use all means to become the existence that escapes from the source.

!”

"Nonsense."

The old farmer said calmly: "There is no basis!"

"No need to have."

Leng Meizi said lightly: "Because you want freedom more than anyone else, because you want to be the source more than me, because your ambition is greater than everyone else!"

There was silence for a moment.

The old farmer suddenly raised his head, looked at the starry sky, and said: "I have transcended. No laws or calamities can be imposed on me. I am freer than anyone else in the world. Why do I insist on being separated from the source?"

"Because you are afraid."

Leng Meizi's tone was slightly mocking, and she said bluntly: "You are afraid of being controlled by the source forever, you are afraid of being a puppet forever, and you are even more afraid of living under this shadow forever!"

"I said, I have transcended..."

"Is detachment no longer a puppet? If you really are not afraid of the source and don't want to escape from the source, why do you need to tell me so much? Why do you need to appear here?"

"..."

The old farmer suddenly stopped talking.

All the chosen ones looked at each other.

They didn't dare to speak, let alone ask.

Until now, even though they are forced by Feng Xi and Leng Meizi to have no way out, they still feel that the Chosen One is the greatest and most glorious identity in the world, bar none!

Because it depends on the source.

They can gain the benefit of breaking the world's cognition and have a status above the world!

But...

Leng Meizi chose to break away from the source, and the old farmer who was already regarded as a spiritual believer by them seemed to have the same idea!

Why?

Is freedom really that important?

"Why bother?"

Suddenly, the old farmer sighed quietly, looked at Sister Leng, and said lightly: "Is my purpose really that important?"

"certainly."

"Still too young."

The old farmer shook his head and sighed: "If you choose to pretend to be confused, I may not be able to leave a way for you to survive, but now... little girl, the so-called wisdom is bound to be damaged. Being smart is certainly a good thing, but being too smart will actually end up ruining your life.

It’s a double-edged sword, hurting others and hurting yourself, and the gain outweighs the loss.”

As soon as this statement came out.

Leng Meizi’s judgment about him was immediately confirmed!

Even though there were already speculations.

But the chosen ones still couldn't accept it.

"senior……"

One of the chosen ones looked at the old farmer and asked tentatively: "Are you really..."

"Really what?"

The old farmer glanced at him: "Do you really want to be free? Do you really want to escape from the source? Do you even want to become the source?"

"..."

The chosen one was speechless that day and did not dare to speak.

"think!"

"Of course I want to!!"

“I think about it all the time!!!”

The old farmer thought to himself: "In the past few epochs, the higher my cultivation level, the stronger my strength, and the broader my knowledge... the more I feel that the name of the Chosen One and the status of the Destined One are a shackles and a cage, and the more

It’s a threat!”

The face of the chosen one turned pale that day.

"But……"

"How can you allow others to sleep soundly beside the couch?"

The old farmer interrupted him, with a gloomy tone in his voice: "Who wants to have a sword hanging over their head all day long, which can threaten them and kill them at any time? Since I am detached, I can

You deserve to enjoy great freedom and freedom, so why should you bow down and obey others? Why do you have to cross the boundary and come here because of an insignificant person and an irrelevant matter? "

"tell me."

Having said this, he looked at the chosen one: "Why?"

"I……"

His aura was so strong that the chosen one was so frightened that he couldn't even speak a complete sentence.

"You are a puppet."

Leng Meizi suddenly said: "Since you are a puppet, it is normal for your words, deeds, and actions to be controlled by others! Since you have accepted this identity and enjoyed all the benefits it brings, you should not have these

Grumbling and complaining!”

"So."

The old farmer sighed with emotion: "I regret it! I regret it very much!! I have never regretted it like now!!!"

A few words.

All the chosen ones were silenced.

Until now.

Although they were forced to have no way out by Feng Xi and Leng Meizi, they still felt that the Chosen One was the greatest and most glorious identity in the world, bar none!

But...

Leng Meizi chose to leave the source, and the old farmer who was already regarded as a spiritual believer by them also had this idea!

The words of an old farmer.
To be continued...