Zhentianguan has decayed, since the problem of the wild people outside the territory was solved more than ten years ago, and because of the birth of the Yunmeng Sect of Fuyun Mountain, those talented disciples went down the mountain to kill a few demon beasts or something, and there was no war in this area.

In addition, the Daewoo Kingdom has fallen, and several major princes have gone to war, who still has the heart to be stationed here to blow the cold wind.

Therefore, the huge and magnificent Zhentianguan no longer has the resources to repair, the soldiers stationed from the initial 50,000, to later reduced to 40,000, and then to 10,000, when six years ago, the commander of Zhentianguan moved left to lead an army of 10,000 to support the princes Dong Fan but turned against the guest, and became the new princes, there were only a dozen old and weak soldiers left on the Zhentianguan.

Many of the families of the army are gone, and many craftsmen who depend on Zhentianguan for their livelihood are gone, dead, and fled.

Zhentianguan, which was once full of people and could eat up dozens of miles of trees and leaves in a famine, suddenly became cold and miserable.

Only a few people who were able to make a living from hunting, farming, and fishing still stayed here.

Of course, it also includes Mu Shaoan's home.

At this moment, the sun was setting, the father and son were hurrying back with a full load of food, the streets were lined with dilapidated houses, many of which were empty, the grass was all over the ground, and a few wild dogs were barking wildly at the street corners and fled.

Turn the corner of the street, is their own small courtyard, once brand-new, with black lacquer tung oil painted courtyard door cracked a few big holes, with bluestone made of courtyard wall also collapsed together, a few weeds are growing with willpower, in the yard, there is a very strong coughing sound, and then a woman hurriedly walked out, after seeing Mu Shao'an and the three, she was pleasantly surprised: "Master Wu, you can come back, Mrs. Wu accidentally felt a cold three months ago, and it has not healed so far, so I am thinking of the three of you!"

As soon as they heard this, Xiao Yuan and Xiao Shi burst into tears and hurriedly rushed to the courtyard.

Mu Shaoan stood in place for a few seconds, and then sighed, this is birth, old age, sickness and death, fourteen years, I vaguely remember that he just came to this world fourteen years ago, although this cheap wife is rougher, but it is also round and jade, I don't want a cold, the limit has come.

Life is impermanent.

Just wanted to walk into the small courtyard, but saw Brother Xiaoyuan rushing out, his eyes were red, and tears fell down in strings, grabbing Mu Shaoan's clothes and looking at him without speaking.

Mu Shaoan knows what this kid wants to say, yes, he is not a miracle doctor, but he is better than all the miracle doctors in this world, but it is useless, mortals will eventually die!

No one is exempt.

So he shook his head slowly.

Brother Xiaoyuan sat on the street and cried, but he didn't use his stubborn temperament to persecute after all.

Three days later, Brother Xiaoyuan and Xiaoshi wore linen and filial piety, and sent away their mother in this life in a tomb in a wilderness.

On the second day, Wu Yan, the little stone, chose not to say goodbye, he was going to cultivate immortals, this incident stimulated him a lot, his father was omnipotent in his eyes, and he was still in the name of a miracle doctor, but he just watched his mother die.

Maybe it's really powerless, right?

No one knew what Wu Yan thought, he didn't blame anything, he just chose to leave, leaving behind the word 'cultivating immortals', his fate, even if Mu Shaoan paved the way for him so much, he could still only rely on himself to control.

After all, he was already fifteen years old.

On the third day, Mu Shaoan sat alone in the courtyard and used his own carpenter's skills to build a coffin for himself, which was the first time.

On the fourth day, he called Brother Xiaoyuan to the front and said lightly: "Xiaoyuan, I have already arranged the fate of Xiaoshi for him, and the rest depends on himself, the only thing I can't rest assured about now is you." ”

"Father, why do you say that? I now have hands and feet, and I am better than a small stone. ”

Brother Xiaoyuan said with a smile.

"Hehe, you are not as blessed as him, his achievements in the future are limitless, but you, to tell you the truth, you only have about a hundred years of life, that is to say, you are 24 years old this year, and in another 84 years, you will definitely die, because on that day, you will have an extremely terrible calamity to come, no one can save you, what can save you is that you must cross the tribulation and ascend before 84 years and leave this world, which is why I have been forcing you to cultivate immortals since I was a child. ”

"But father, how did you know about this? ”

"How do I know? Hehe, to put it mildly, I am a Da Luo Jin Immortal who has been relegated to the mortal world, and I need to bear 999,000 calamities in this world, and in another 84 years, it will be the day when my calamity comes, and it is also the time when your body dies, so this is why I obviously have a powerful immortal method in my body, but I can't teach it to you, I know three hundred years ago, eight hundred years later, I know ghosts and gods on the left, and I know things outside the wall on the right, but I can't do anything about the red dust guest of Yunmeng Sect, otherwise if I talk about my previous temper, I would have killed him with a knife! ”

"And over the years, I have secretly saved some spiritual machines that have just opened up the world, I will give them to you, with these spiritual machines, your cultivation speed will be very fast, within 80 years, it is really easy to cross the tribulation and ascend to the Mahayana, and after you succeed in the tribulation, don't come to save me, just go to the fairy world to find a person, named Mu Shao'an, I once owed him a lot of friendship, you can go and return this favor for me, understand?"

Mu Shao'an was full of nonsense, in the past, Brother Xiaoyuan would never believe it, but with the thirteen years of foreshadowing, everything is not a problem.

"Remember, remember, tonight is my death, after I die, you will leave quickly, don't stay, don't prepare for my funeral, at least escape from Fuyun Mountain 90,000 miles away in one go, don't come back to find Wu Yan, don't come back to find Xiaomin, don't think about going to Hongchenke to slap your face and take revenge, you just practice hard, when you reach the fairy world, don't forget to fulfill your wish!"

When Mu Shaoan said this, he suddenly knocked Brother Xiaoyuan out with a stick.

"It was nice, very good, everything went smoothly. Now there is only one last step left, that is, my death, because I don't die, more than seventy percent of the spiritual machines in my body that are held by the law sealer will not escape, according to the rules, these spiritual machines can be inherited according to the bloodline, and now within this radius of 100 meters, there is no longer my bloodline, then Xiao Yuan brother is the biggest inheritor, because it is the relationship of inheritance, this more than seventy percent of the spirit can not be seen from the outside at all, as for the deduction, it can only be deduced to Lao Tzu's head, but, if you want to deduce the origin of Lao Tzu, you have to defeat the law sealer first。 ”

"So, that's it, Lin Yuan, you bastard, don't forget Lao Tzu's dark gold mecha!"

After scolding, Mu Shaoan jumped into his coffin, covered the coffin lid, swallowed a poison pill he had prepared for himself in one gulp, saw the blood and sealed his throat, and smiled half a step!

In less than ten seconds, Mu Shaoan had already died of anger, with a weird smile on his face.

And the moment he died, a piece of brilliance automatically floated out, directly into Xiao Yuan's body, and then there was no shadow.

In the next few seconds, Brother Xiaoyuan woke up, fortunately, he didn't forget Mu Shaoan's instructions.

cried three times, slammed his head a few times at Mu Shaoan's coffin, and disappeared into the darkness without looking back.

But at the same time, the Hongchen Ke who was meditating in the Heavenly Blessed Land of the Cloud Dream Sect in Fuyun Mountain suddenly had a whim, but he sensed that for a moment, a huge spiritual machine appeared under Fuyun Mountain.

What a joy it was.

At that moment, he didn't care about meditating, and hurriedly came with his sword, and at the same time, the disciples under his sect searched everywhere, and they must lock down anyone in any village within a few hundred miles around Fuyun Mountain in a short time.

As for Hongchen Ke himself, he kept calculating, and even did not hesitate to use the very god-consuming divine calculations.

Fortunately, the sky paid off, and at dawn, the Hongchen guest was paying the price of a few mouthfuls of essence blood, and finally deduced the matter to the small courtyard of Wu Laosan in Zhentianguan.

"Wu Laosan, it sounds familiar, could it be that Wu Laosan who secretly cultivated the Wind Resisting Technique back then?" Hongchenke was very restless in his heart, and there was a vague feeling of danger ahead.

But he was ordered by his master to establish the Yunmeng Sect here, he had to handle this important matter, and now that he finally had an inspiration, how could he dare to give up?

So, he walked into the deserted courtyard, where a brand new coffin was placed.

With a wave of Hongchen's hand, the coffin lid flew out with a thud, and then Mu Shao'an's extremely weird death smile was revealed.

"Strange, this person does have a wisp of spiritual power circling, but unfortunately it is insignificant, bad, the deity is fallacious, the Wu family father and son should not have been expelled from Fuyun Mountain in the first place, who would have thought that this Wu family father and son actually hid so many spiritual skills? Well, no, this is the spiritual power inherited from the ancestors, so now the spiritual power on Wu Laosan's body should be inherited from his son Wu Yuan. Come on, bring Wu Laosan's body back to Fuyun Mountain, the deity will personally open the altar and try to track down Wu Laosan's ghost with the Nine Heavens and Nine Lands Soul Search Technique, and ask the reason for the matter, and there is Wu Laosan's bloodline, forgive his son Wu Yuan can't escape anywhere!"

And in the coffin, Mu Shaoan's body was still smiling weirdly.

Three days later, on Fuyun Mountain, on the highest altar in the Yunmeng Sect, Mu Shao'an's body was placed there, and Hongchen Ke knew that this matter was very important, so he used the highest standard soul searching spell and the highest standard of the Heavenly Evolution Star Transformation Divine Technique, which means that even gods can deduce it.

For this reason, Hongchen Ke even put aside the major matter of preparing for his own tribulation and ascension, and his five personal disciples, twelve core disciples, and six hundred disciples all arrived to personally protect the Fa, and the scale was huge.

And Hongchenke is even more neatly dressed, holding the incense of the stars, wearing a cupola crown, wearing a galaxy robe, stepping on the boots of the world, solemn and solemn.

"A drop in the ocean, a dust in the galaxy, I am a Penglaike, the Six Realms and the Eight Desolations!"

"The Jade Emperor on the left hand, the frost river on the right hand, the phoenix dance when you come, and the Nine Dragon car when you go!"

"Today, the deity is here to try, to catch the three souls and the seven spirits, the brilliant Tianwei Divine Sword leads, and the majestic earth is a prison cage, as urgent as the law, come to me-"

The red dust guest shouted, the mountains echoed, and his right hand pointed directly at the sky, mighty and domineering, handsome.

However, Mu Shaoan's ghost did not come.

"Haste as a law, come to me—"

He shouted again, and the wind and clouds in the sky began to whistle and roll, but Mu Shao'an's ghost didn't seem to hear it.

"Come—"

Hongchenke shouted again, and he was almost hysterical, but Mu Shaoan's ghost still didn't hear it.

"Ahhh

Hongchenke was furious, and he didn't know what secret means he used, but he could hear the thunder in the sky non-stop, smashing down like dumplings.

"Get out of here—"

"Boom!"

A heavenly thunderbolt the size of a water tank smashed directly on Mu Shao'an's corpse, destroying the corpse.

And the Hongchen Ke who was doing the right thing was like being hit by ten thousand thunders, his face was white, red, and gray, and finally he sprayed three mouthfuls of blood, and fainted without saying a word.

But Mu Shaoan's ghost still didn't come.

Only the wind was howling.