In ancient times, Emperor Yu set the world and divided China into nine states.

Jingzhou, including Jinhu Province, covers a total of four provinces.

According to the old man Qin, the state pastor has been established since ancient times, and in ancient times, he ruled a state and was the patron saint of a state.

Later, with the change of the times, the world changed, and the state pastoral government gradually turned into the background and became detached, still guarding the states, but no longer concerned about politics and let the heroes compete with each other.

To this day, the Chinese Kyushu Prefecture Governor's Mansion still maintains his transcendent status and is feared by those in power in China, but now that it is peaceful and prosperous, the Governor's Mansion has faded its traces and is not known to ordinary people.

This was an age when the monks were in short supply.

That's right, according to what Old Man Qin said, the people of the state pastor in ancient times were not warriors, they were monks, also known as qi practitioners, who had the power of myths and legends, but their development has long since declined, and all states and state pastors are in the realm of martial saints, and the so-called martial artists are transcendent in the realm of sainthood.

Mu Li estimated that in the early stage of his qi training, he was equivalent to the veteran martial artist in the martial arts, stronger than the average martial artist, and the middle stage of qi training was equivalent to the realm of the great martial artist, and now the middle stage of qi training is approaching the peak, relying on the strength of the immortal ascension and the power of the immaculate saint's human body, he can match the martial saint, but if the state pastor of the martial saint level stimulates the dragon qi like the old man of Qin that day, he will only be seriously injured and defeated.

The state pastoral order, according to legend, is a heavy treasure personally created by Emperor Yu in ancient times, and Mu Li feels that this thing is far away, and it is definitely more than that.

There are a total of nine state pastors, and it stands to reason that each state pastor in Kyushu should hold one piece, but now that the monks are in decline, the state pastors are almost as old as Old Man Qin, and it is difficult to find a successor.

Some state pastors have passed away, and the state pastoral orders are entrusted to old friends for safekeeping, and they are entrusted to find successors on their behalf.

"Mu Li, help me out to breathe." Old man Qin sat on the bed and said.

Today is the third day, Old Man Qin's physical condition has plummeted, and he has been lying in bed for a day.

Xiao Budian often wiped his tears behind the old man Qin's back, very sad and pitiful.

Mu Li helped him up and walked out into the grass outside the house.

From afar, the remnant sun in the sky is like blood, falling at the end of the mountain, and it will soon fall.

The evening breeze is light, revealing the breath of twilight.

Old man Qin stood on the grass and looked at the bottom of the mountain.

The lazy barking of chickens and dogs can be heard in the village, and smoke rises and wafts across the village sky.

In the mountain stream, the water of the Longmian River flows quietly, going to the boundless distance......

Old Man Qin watched all this quietly, and gradually, he didn't know what he saw, he became excited, and stretched out a hand to pursue something.

Suddenly, he let out a cry that resounded through the mountains and forests.

"Where is the emperor of the ancients, bless me for 5,000 years in China......"

The voice was full of sadness and struggle, and it spread into the distance with the endless Longmian River.

The mountain wind was gently mourning, as if responding to his unwillingness and loneliness.

Mu Li closed his eyes.

Jingzhou Ling trembled in his arms, wailing for his former master.

The hero is in the twilight, as if the land of Jingzhou is also crying for him.

Old Man Qin stood quietly for a long time, until night fell and the evening breeze became cooler.

"Help me back." Old man Qin said.

Mu Li was silent and helped him back.

Help him to bed and cover him with the quilt.

"Mu Li......" he called.

Mu Li looked at him.

"Help me take care of the little ones."

Mu Li nodded.

"I want to drink water......"

Mu Li turned to pour him water.

Mu Li had just poured a glass of water, his body suddenly stagnated, and then he drank the glass of water himself.

He walked to Old Man Qin's bedside and pulled the quilt up on his body, covering his face.

"Woo woo woo ......"

Outside the window, there was a small whimpering cry, immature and sad, and the listener was sad.

Old Man Qin had already left quietly, without a sound.

"I promise you that I will do it all." Mu Li said as he stood in front of the bed.

"As long as I still have a breath, as long as I have that ability, Jingzhou will not suffer, this is my Wuji Tianzun's promise."

He bowed three times to Old Man Qin, which was his admiration.

An old man who has been thinking about the Chinese people all his life and giving his life for them but is unknown......

"Woo woo woo ......"

Xiao Bu wept sadly, left the grass house, and walked towards the mountains.

Wood left the house and followed him.

He cried all the way, and his small body walked on the mountain road, swaying, and he could fall at any time.

Mu Li didn't say a word, and followed him in silence.

"Woo woo woo ......"

In the secluded mountain forest, his sad cry echoed and was intermittent.

Little Budian walked all the way to the top of the mountain and stood on a cliff.

"......Uhh

He shouted loudly into the silence, echoing for a long time, piercing his heart.

After shouting, he sat on the edge of the cliff, still crying, crying heartbreakingly.

After a long time, he still cried.

Mu Li frowned, stepped forward, picked him up, and then pointed a little at him.

The little one stopped crying and passed out in a coma.

Mu Li carried him down the mountain and returned to the small grass house.

Nothing was said all night.

When Xiao Budian woke up the next day, he didn't cry anymore, but sat on the side of Old Man Qin's bed in a daze, waiting quietly.

Mu Li looks for a spot in the mountains outside the grass house.

According to Old Man Qin's last wish, he was to be buried in this mountain wilderness.

At noon, the wood was finished from the cemetery, and a group of people came up from the foot of the mountain.

They were uniformly dressed in black and walked straight towards the small grass house.

Mu Li knew that this was the arrival of the top family leaders in Jingzhou and the people from the Prefecture Pastoral Mansion.

Old man Qin had already foreseen it and passed on his news.

They walked into the grass house, one by one, full of solemnity, standing in front of the bed and looking at the remains of Old Man Qin.

After that, they walked up to Old Man Qin one by one and kowtowed to him.

Mu Li had the Jingzhou order hanging on his waist, and walked in and stood by the door.

This was what Old Man Qin asked him to do.

These people saw the token on Mu Li's waist, and then looked at his appearance, and their faces showed surprised expressions.

However, they didn't dare to slack off, and they knelt down on one knee in front of Mu Li and made a heavy salute.

They can be regarded as the staff of the Jingzhou Prefecture Pastoral Mansion.

Mu Li nodded, as if he had seen it, and then raised his hand to let them up.

Next, everyone helped to bury Old Man Qin.

Xiao Budian didn't make any out-of-the-ordinary moves, but his eyes were full of reluctance.

The crowd was obviously aware of his presence, and there was no surprise in them.

The mound was erected, Mu Li took a stone weighing hundreds of pounds with one hand, stretched out a palm, ** treasure light, and chopped out a flat stone tablet with the palm of his hand.

He erected the stele, stood in front of the grave, and his fingers were separated from the empty spots, and several large characters appeared on the stele in turn:

The people of the mountains and the pastor of the old man Qin.

No identity, no name, no other embellishment, this is what Old Man Qin requested.

He showed his skills like this, and it was also instructed by Old Man Qin.

Show your strength and convince and awe of those who come.

Sure enough, when these people saw Mu Lilu's hand, they all looked surprised and shocked.

Originally, they were more or less suspicious of Mu Wei, thinking that he inherited the position of Jingzhou Prefecture Pastor at such a young age, and he held it too high, so they were afraid that he would not have that ability.

But now they are convinced, Mu Li definitely has that qualification.

At such an age, it has the strength of the state pastor, and it is the only one in China for hundreds of years.

"Lord Qin Mu has been a citizen all his life, but after the death of the immortal, he has no heirs to mourn, which is too desolate. Today, I will wait for Gao Pan to return and send him on his last journey. ”

Several people took out a piece of white cloth and put it around their heads, knelt in front of Old Man Qin's grave, and kowtowed a few times.

When the work is done, return to the cottage.

Several people reported to their homes one after another, and came up to see Mu Li.

There is the head of the state pastoral mansion and the head of the super family in Jingzhou.

There are a total of eight people, and five of them are in the realm of martial arts!

Everyone in the world thinks that there are few martial arts in China, and there are only a dozen people in the country.

And yet there are five of them!

Old man Qin said that the prosperous era of martial arts has long been opened, and in recent years, there have been many martial artists who have quietly broken through the martial arts, but they are just not revealed.

The number of Huaxia Martial Venerables has already increased several times.

The power of heaven and earth has recovered, and the realm of Wuzun is no longer out of reach for the world, and in the near future, perhaps Wuzun can only be regarded as a stronger warrior.

These people, either in seclusion, or standing at the top of Jingzhou, they are the power of Jingzhou Mansion.

After meeting, they left Mu Li's contact information, and then left together peacefully.

Mu Li is going to continue on the road.

He was about to leave here, but Xiao Budian stayed in front of Old Man Qin's grave and refused to leave, and Mu Li stayed with him for two days before leaving with him.

Two days later, some villagers at the foot of the mountain went up the mountain and found that the Caolu people had gone to the empty building, leaving only the lonely grave on the grassland.

When the news spread, men, women and children from the village spontaneously went up the mountain to pay their respects.

Since then, people have regularly come up to the mountain every year to sweep the tomb of Old Man Qin and burn paper......