In the year of Gengzi, there have been nearly 400 years in the poems of the sword immortals, the world has been in turmoil for 40 years, the human race has changed dynasties, and there have been more than 10,000 dead and wounded.

Fortunately, all kinds of strange natural disasters are subsided, and the demonic fire that can burn the entire plain and burn the food of 70,000 people has never appeared again. Although there are still wars among mortals, new countries are gradually emerging, and dynasties in each region are unifying.

Even without the intervention of the monks, mortals would still restore peace in their own way. On the contrary, there was the intervention of the monks, and the male lord who should have been able to unify the world and reorganize the world ended up with no place to be buried. In the past, everything in the mundane world depended on the cultivation world outside the mountain, and the change of dynasty was not the desire of the people, but the words of the people on the mountain.

Whether you exist or not is not taken from the people of the world, no matter how you strategize, no matter how you win the hearts of the people of the world, it is useless.

However, now the Sword Sect will open peace again, and an edict will be issued to the world.

Since then, immortals have returned to immortals, and everything has returned to mortals.

The princes and lords of all the world, whether they are born rich and noble, or those who carry the sword to conquer the world, all feast. There have been some changes in the general trend of the originally gray world, with the dragon returning to the sea and the tiger returning to the mountains. A pool of stagnant water has stirred up stormy waves, and no one knows if it will cause more destruction or another boom.

The monks are no longer in charge of the mundane, or the people who want to be in charge are dead, and the remaining sects are still closed. The scattered cultivators who had no sect and no sect were as safe as ever, and they were unable to stir up the world's major events, so they survived.

However, the Fang City where the scattered cultivators gathered inevitably fell into desolation, and countless people were soldiers, and some even left the realm of the human race. None of the alien races dared to attack, and everything fell into a strange peace.

A new Sword Immortal has appeared, a madman who cultivates the Dao of Killing.

The mountain wind blew through the spring mountains, and the desolate Jianzhong Mountain Range dissipated with the last killing qi of the Sword Sect disciples, and the Heavenly Sword Mountain regained a little green.

Green grass grows in the cracks of the stones, moss grows on the top of the stones, and birds land on the combed feathers on the top.

A Taoist priest in a Taoist robe carried a bucket and wiped the continuous stone tablets halfway up the mountain.

The Taoist priest looked very old, with gray hair and wrinkles and age spots on his face. His pupils are cloudy, his body is thin, and he always walks with a bent waist.

Not far behind him, a monk dressed in the costume of the Shangqing Palace fell from the sky, his toes on the ground and the weeds were not even broken.

Small eyes, wide forehead, kind smile, crane hair and childish face.

This person is the new god of Shangqing Palace, the Ting Qing Daoist.

"Senior He, you should rest more, and wait for Senior Li to get the Tiangan Jiazi."

"During the Qingming season, when the deceased is sacrificed, it is also the motivation for the living to live, and death is not a bad thing." He Kun shook his head, "You don't call me a senior, the cultivator comes first, I'm just a primordial baby."

"Definitely." The Ting Qing Daoist interrupted, "Cultivation is not a realm, your realm is higher than mine, and your merits are also greater than mine. The heavenly stem nail is difficult to come out in 10,000 years, so the treasure medicine of heaven and earth is enough for the predecessors to break through and transform into gods. ”

"Please also pick up your spirits again, and don't bother to die. There are still many things worth seeing in this world, and this mundane is not really peaceful. The world needs to be viewed by saints, and the king needs immortals, so that it can be peaceful. ”

He Kun had heard similar words many times, but he had never just laughed at them, and never took them seriously.

"Hehe, if Brother Li said it, I would laugh at him."

He remembered that a few years ago, Li Changsheng took him to a small mountain village in the mundane, which was probably only a hundred miles away from Tianjian Mountain. Later, he understood a truth, who left the world will still rotate, in the past, it was the gate faction that ruled the world, and after the sword immortal, the sword sect ruled the world.

Now that the monks don't care, the mortals will choose the male lord.

In this way, will there be eternal peace?

He Kun has been thinking about this question for a long time, and finally came to the answer of no. The world is constantly changing, prosperity and decline are the law, there is no eternal peace and no eternal chaos.

The Sword Sect just let the troubled times end early, so that there are fewer people in the world, and this is enough.

"The world is the world of the people of the world, and there will be a new person to replace me after I leave. The times create heroes, as long as the world needs heroes, someone will stand up. Ting Qing Daoyou, how many years is this year? ”

The Ting Qing Daoist replied, "It's the tenth year, and it's been seven years since you passed the threshold of life and death. ”

"It's been so long, I'm getting old, and my memory is getting worse and worse."

He Kun hunched his waist and continued to walk forward, speaking hoarsely and lightly, as if he might return to heaven and earth at any time.

"Brother Li, if you don't wake up, I won't be able to stand it. Xiao Yunshu, senior brother, it seems that I can't pull this cow back, but I can't really watch him hit the south wall. ”

He should have died 7 years ago, the world is calm, the Sword Sect is finished, and he doesn't have too many regrets. Everything has a price, and with the foundation of the Sword Sect for thousands of years, it is worth opening a second peace.

What else can you hope for?

But in the end, he still couldn't let go of Li Changsheng, and he couldn't watch the other party go completely mad. Li Changsheng's obsession is too deep, this obsession was not made in a day, nor was it created by him alone.

It's Yun Shu, it's him, it's the disciple of the Sword Sect, it's everything he has experienced.

He Kun thought that his junior sister's judgment back then was wrong, Li Changsheng was not a person who didn't like to fight, he was more competitive than everyone else, and he was more aggressive than everyone. He was too arrogant, too arrogant, and didn't take anyone else in his eyes all the while.

That's why he doesn't like to fight, and he has a peaceful temperament.

He fights for the Tao and the sky, but how can people fight against the destiny of heaven?

——

Bang!

There was a thunderous explosion, and the hundred miles centered on Tianjian Mountain were instantly covered with dark clouds, and thunderbolts thicker than bucket people flowed in it like giant dragons.

Tiangan Jiazi, with the name of Tiangan and Jiazi as the year, is the treasure of heaven and earth.

He Kun had learned about this kind of treasure in the classics of the sect, and he once asked the Great Elder, why was there no description of the utility and form of this treasure?

The Great Elder's answer was that the Tiangan Jiazi was formless and formless, and the Jiamu was thunder. Thunder, the shy of yang.

Tiangan Jiazi is a kind of thunder that exists between heaven and earth, and its power is comparable to that of a heavenly tribulation, and it will not occur in 10,000 years. Even if it did, very few people would be able to capture it.

A huge black shadow swept through the thunderclouds, and a dragon roar resounded through the heavens and the earth. Countless powerhouses poked out their divine senses and wanted to find out, but the next moment they were dull and didn't dare to make any more moves.

A hole was broken in the sky above Heavenly Sword Mountain, and the mysterious existence hidden in the thunderclouds revealed its true body.

The thunderstorm is dark, and the dragon comes to wail, and the sound is like a cow's roar.

A thunder dragon that was ten thousand feet long, just the tail of the surprise was higher than the Heavenly Sword Mountain, and the huge dragon head leaned down slightly, like an ancient divine mountain falling.

Above the dragon's head, a white-clothed Taoist sat upright, his eyes were half-drooping, and no one dared to look at his majesty in the world.

He Kun and Ting Qingdao raised their heads, sincerely feeling their own lowness and insignificance. The Daoist in the dragon's hand did not use any momentum to suppress them, just the aura that was exposed made people fearful.

He took another step forward and became stronger.

The people of Ting Qing Dao are also gods, and Li Changsheng is also a fog.

The thunder dragon disappeared, and the Taoist fell, holding a ball of thunder in his hand, in which the dragon-shaped phantom swam.

"Elder He, can refining this thing transform into a god?"

Although it was an inquiry, He Kun knew that even if he shook his head, the other party would be forced into his mouth, so he could only nod and reply: "I'm not sure, Brother Li is not a stone on the side of the road, if you can't make it, you can't make it."

Countless monks in the world have not necessarily appeared in a single avatar for thousands of years, let alone a half-crippled person like me? Brother Li should arrange the funeral for me as soon as possible, remember to erect the tombstone bigger, I am afraid that my deeds will be too many to engrave. ”

"How do you know if you don't try?"

Li Changsheng's five fingers were slightly closed, and the dragon-shaped phantom in his palm immediately let out a wail, and wisps of pleading emotions appeared on his blurred body.

Treasures and creatures are treasures.

If it was in the past, Li Changsheng would not have caught it, let alone killed it. He has three non-killings, not for survival, not for the safety of relatives, not for the Tao.

If it is not what he needs, he never takes half a point, and he has no greed.

But now he needs Tiangan Jiazi to save a friend, a friend who talks a lot.

He Kun continued: "Brother Li, all things have spirits, don't kill again. You see how spiritual this little guy is, don't do it."

"Are you a monk?" Li Changsheng interrupted, and then closed his five fingers to completely snuff out the spiritual wisdom of Tiangan Jiazi, and when he opened it again, there was already a crystal clear bead in his hand.

Light blue, wisps of thunder flickering on the surface.

"Eat it, I'll help you refine it."

"Well, you see this thing is steaming, will it prick your mouth?"

As soon as the words fell, Li Changsheng directly flicked the bead into He Kun's mouth, and then pressed it to the ground and sat down.

After another three months passed, He Kun opened his eyes again, and the breeze blew his hair, which was a strand of black and bright hair.

He reached out and touched his face, the folds on it were gone. An ice crystal condensed from the void, reflecting a heroic face, as if dreaming back to 500 years ago.

The thoughts have also become extremely clear, no longer as muddy as before.

But this is all appearance, he did not break through the gods.

The Ting Qingdao people sighed slightly, and also saw He Kun's state at the moment. A few more years of life were added, but after all, it was inevitable to die.

Turn into a god and turn everything into a god, but how many people in the world can do it?

Senior Li's Meritorious Participation in Creation, his realm is probably not much weaker than that of the Sword Immortal, or even worse. But it is difficult to disobey the destiny of heaven, and cultivation is a personal matter after all, and no matter how much others help, it is useless.

What's more, He Kun is already half-crippled at the moment, and being able to survive until now is enough to show that his Taoism is profound. If I had been myself, I am afraid that I would have sat down 7 years ago.

Li Changsheng's face was still calm, and he said, "With another three years of life, with your Taoism, you should be able to last another six years." I heard that there is a miracle medicine in the ancient sacred mountain, and those who hear it will live for a hundred years, and the food will become immortal. ”

"Brother Li, that magic medicine is the lifeblood of the Great Mountain Demon Clan, can you still slaughter the entire Ancient Divine Mountain? It's not your style, you're going crazy. ”

He Kun's voice was no longer hoarse, and became low with a hint of magnetism.

"Enough, I'm so tired. Do you know? If it weren't for my sister asking me to take care of you before she died, I wouldn't have paid attention to you bastard. ”

"There is no one in the world who still rises and sets, this is what you told me. And without us people, you can continue to walk and continue to practice. Parting with relatives and friends on the path of cultivation is something that everyone has to go through, don't be like a child anymore! ”

He Kun's voice was slightly raised, and he looked up at the white-clothed young man with a cold face.

"Life and death are up to heaven, I, He Kun, have never regretted it, this is my end."

“.”

Li Changsheng did not answer, and his cold expression did not change in the slightest.

After half a ring, he said in a calm tone: "I can save you, wait for me." ”

After saying that, he turned around and left with the Heavenly Sword on his back, and the direction was the Ancient Divine Mountain.

He Kun hurriedly got up and wanted to stop it, but suddenly a mouthful of blood spit on the ground, and his breath instantly withered. He could only turn his head and ask for help from the Ting Qing Daoist, and said, "Stop him quickly, the Ancient Divine Mountain is not something he can break into alone. There are too many existences that have survived since ancient times, and even junior sisters can only suppress them. ”

Li Changsheng is very strong, and if he is one-on-one, there may be few opponents in this world, but two fists are difficult to defeat four hands.

The Ting Qingdao man hesitated for a few seconds, gritted his teeth and took off to chase after him. After half a bang, he suddenly flew back and smashed into the middle of the mountain.

"Senior, you can't beat it."

——

In the year of Wuzi, a snow fell in the world this year, and the mundane ushered in a preliminary peace.

He Kun's hair was gray again, and his face was slightly wrinkled, but it was not as old as it was three years ago. Because he no longer deliberately suppressed his injuries and allowed his life to come to an end.

Li Changsheng also returned to Heavenly Sword Mountain, and when he came back, the Dao robe on his body was tattered, and there was a huge claw print on his chest.

He was injured, and He Kun saw him injured for the first time. Although it is not heavy, it is enough to show that there is a terrifying existence in the Ancient Divine Mountain, or there are many fierce beasts comparable to the gods.

Li Changsheng did not disclose half a point about this trip, but after all, he couldn't get the medicine.

"Elder He, how can I save you?"

These were the first words he said when he returned, just as he had done back then.

He Kun smiled slightly, his pale eyebrows curled, and said softly, "Drink two glasses with me." ”

Li Changsheng didn't answer, so He Kun took him as an agreement and took out a few jars of rice wine and an earthen bowl from the thatched hut he built himself. It was too simple for the monks, but it was enough for the two of them.

The two of them sat in the main hall of the Sword Sect, which had been reduced to ruins, sat on the ground, and drank bowl by bowl. This once the first case in the world has long been buried in the shade of greenery, and it is no longer in its former glory.

"When you first came to the door, the disciples inside the door were eager to dismantle you. I was stupid and laughed at the time, thinking that Xiao Yunshu was the one who found a favorite, and I would have dismantled you if I had known that I would dismantle you. ”

He Kun's face was slightly red, wine was not enough to make people drunk, but people wanted to get drunk.

"Although I don't know who my parents are, the Great Elder is like my father, and Xiao Yunshu is like my daughter. In order to protect the disciples from the suffering of red dust and the resentment of the parting of relatives, the sect incorporated the disciples into the immortal gate as early as possible. But the relatives are not the ones who bleed a strip of blood, but the ones who ate a table of food. ”

"Brother Li, you were born in a farming family, so you should have long been accustomed to parting relatives and friends. Now poofhahaha, like a child, it really makes people laugh. ”

Li Changsheng paused, then raised his head and drank a large bowl of wine, and his cheeks were a little rosy when he put down the wine glass again.

"I can't put it down."

"If you can't let it go, you have to let it go, I'm not qualified to teach you other aspects, but this is the only one I want to talk about. Life and death are the norm, don't be obsessed. ”

“.”

Li Changsheng nodded slightly, and then picked up the wine jar and drank heavily. He Kun laughed, and then picked up the wine jar and began to drink.

"Rejoice! Today is a drunken party. ”

A few jars of rice wine bottomed out after a while, but fortunately, the Shangqing Palace prepared a lot of wine for them, and sent it one jar after another.

He Kun was drunk, stretched out his hand to put his hand on Li Changsheng's shoulder, and said with a mouth full of wine: "Brother Li, after I die, you can take the Heavenly Sword and go, don't stay here." No one and no one can let you stay Li Changsheng, you shouldn't stop there. ”

"Don't stay for you like Xiao Yunshu, practice and practice, and forge ahead. No matter what kind of predicament you encounter, no matter who dies, you must keep moving forward, keep moving forward."

"Li Changsheng shouldn't stop here."

After speaking, He Kun closed his eyes and let out an even snort.

And Li Changsheng sat there quietly and let him lean on himself, drinking bowl after bowl of wine. He didn't know how long it took for him to hear a voice, a voice from a mortal.

Looking beyond the mountain, countless mortals gathered at the foot of Tianjian Mountain, who were building rooftops, offering three animals, and lighting incense.

A mortal wearing a bright yellow dragon robe and a flat crown on his head stood on the rooftop.

"Ministers, inherit the way of heaven, obey all the people, expel a hundred years of chaos, and be the hero of the world. In the year of Wuzi, a sacrifice was set up at the foot of Tianjian Mountain to inform the immortals. ”

"The land of recovering the Wei Dynasty is subject to the Guanwu Zhenren, and the country is hereby built and the Yuan Guanwu is built!"

The mountain wind sent his voice into the Heavenly Sword Mountain, over the countless tombstones on the mountainside, over the ruins, and finally into the main hall.

A drop of water slid down Li Changsheng's cheek, and he reached out and patted He Kun, who was leaning on him.

"Elder He, the world is peaceful."

He Kun didn't respond, with a hint of a smile on his vicissitudes of life, and his eyebrows were crooked with a smile.

Li Changsheng covered his eyes with trembling hands, and a hysterical roar came out of his mouth, and endless seven emotions and six desires surged into his heart, completely cutting off the last trace of Taishang forgetfulness.

"Ah!!!!!h

The practice of the gods is still empty, and it is so complete.

(End of chapter)