Jungnam Mountain is lush with ancient trees, and the surrounding area of the mountain trail is shrouded in greenery.

But after all, it is autumn, and although the mountains here are still full of green, there are still a hint of signs of decay in the greenery.

Autumn in Jungnan Mountain, although it comes later than elsewhere, is still coming after all.

Yue Wudi walked down the mountain, along the mountain path, walking unhurriedly.

Those people from the rivers and lakes who attacked Chongyang Palace had been repelled by the Seven Sons of Quanzhen, so there was no one on the mountain road except for Yue Wudi.

After walking for a while, Yue Wudi was suddenly startled, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a pool of dried blood under his feet, Yue Wudi swept around, and saw that the blood stains were along the depths of the dense forest, all the way inward.

It seems that a seriously wounded man once followed this path into the depths of the forest.

A figure suddenly appeared in Yue Wudi's mind, he pondered for a moment, and immediately strode towards the depths of the dense forest along the bloodstains.

After walking for about a stick of incense, Yue Wudi stopped.

In front of him, there was a yellow-clothed Taoist man, full of white hair, lying on the ground.

"It's really him!" Yue Wudi's heart sank, and he slowly approached the man.

Although he sacrificed a peerless artifact, he was seriously injured by mortality, and his hair, which was originally jet black, turned white overnight, but Yue Wudi still didn't dare to be careless.

Wang Chongyang was able to hit Ouyang Feng hard before he died, and if he couldn't guarantee it, that person could also give himself a heavy blow when he was dying, after all, that person was a yellow dress!

A foot away from the man, Yue Wudi stopped, he stared at Huang Shang, and saw that his face was withered and bloodless. I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in my heart.

Huang Sheng seemed to sense Yue Wudi's arrival, he tried his best to raise his head, opened his eyes slightly, and said, "It's you......"

Yue Wudi nodded and said, "I am fortunate to witness the earth-shattering battle between my predecessor and Chongyang Zhenren, and I happened to meet my senior at this time. Whether it's a grievance or not, I deserve to bury you. ”

Huang Shang seemed to have a wry smile on his face, and said to himself: "Whether it's a grievance or not......?" Hahaha......"

Huang Sheng didn't know that Yue Wudi's father's death had something to do with him, so he felt that Yue Wudi was a self-proclaimed righteous person similar to Wang Chongyang, so he didn't want to say more.

Moreover, he didn't have the strength to say more.

When his life was at the end of his life, even though Huang Shang was a generation of emperors. A generation of writers, a generation of martial arts masters, a generation of Taoist real people, no matter how many honors he has, he can't make him any different from ordinary people at the last moment.

Yue Wudi watched quietly, after all, he was once the emperor of the Great Song Dynasty and a generation of masters. It would be too desolate to die without anyone to see him off.

Time passed slowly. From early morning to dusk, Huang Shang finally couldn't hold it anymore, and he spoke: "After I die, I will be cremated, and my ashes will be sprinkled in the sea of Lin'an." ”

Yue Wudi nodded silently, looking at Huang Sheng with a sad smile. Then he took his last breath.

Yue Wudi found firewood, and in a clearing, set Huang Shang's body on fire, and the fire rose and burned.

This generation of martial arts prodigies. Martial arts have been practiced to the point of being unpredictable, but the physical body, after all, is only a mortal body and cannot withstand the scorching of mortal fire.

One night passed, and the peerless characters who once commanded the world and once laughed at martial arts turned into ashes.

Yue Wudi walked to the fire and squatted down, collecting the ashes, suddenly he frowned, there were six black things in the fire, because the color was similar to the ashes, so at night, Yue Wudi didn't find it.

Picking up one, Yue Wudi wiped off the firewood ash on it, looked at it carefully for a while, and was suddenly shocked, and said in a lost voice: "It's the Holy Fire Order!"

Yue Wudi immediately picked up the remaining five and looked at them carefully, only to see that there were also strange martial arts moves on them, which was the Holy Fire Order martial arts made by Zhong Chengzhi, only more subtle and more complete.

"It's really the Holy Fire Order, the six Holy Fire Orders of the Ming Sect, and they have always been hidden by Huang San. Yue Wudi was overjoyed in his heart, and then his suspicions suddenly rose, and he said secretly: "Judging from Huang Shang's words left in the Wanshou Dao Collection, it should be to use the Holy Fire Order to refine the pill, why, is it still hidden intact on his body?"

Looking at the fire underground, Yue Wudi groaned, seemed to understand something, and thought: "The Holy Fire Order, the Holy Fire Order, maybe it's because it doesn't melt in the fire, it's called the Holy Fire Order." ”

"The Holy Flame Order is formed by extraterrestrial meteorite, and the material does not belong to this world, and it is not surprising that the flames of this world are difficult to melt. No wonder Huang Shang can't do anything with it, no wonder there is still a holy flame in the future to make it ...... in the world."

Thinking of this, Yue Wudi sighed in his heart.

A drink and a peck, maybe there is really a certain number. If he hadn't helped Huang Sheng cremate his body, he might not have discovered the existence of the Holy Fire Order.

Slowly collecting his thoughts, Yue Wudi put away the Holy Fire Order, and then put away Huang Shang's ashes, ripped off a piece from his clothes, wrapped it, and left it in an urn after arriving in the town.

Since he promised Huang Sheng to send his ashes to Lin'an Sea, Yue Wudi naturally would not break his promise.

Moreover, he has been out for a long time, and his mother at home is probably worried day and night. It's time to go back.

Yue Wudi strode forward and walked towards Lin'an.

This trip was not as urgent as when he came out, so Yue Wudi walked slowly all the way, looking at the scenery of the north and south, and also had a field understanding of the topography and mountains of the Central Plains.

At the same time, he also saw some angry things, in the territory of the Jin State, the Han people were really in dire straits, and they were bullied by the nobles of the Jin State.

Yue Wudi shot angrily several times and killed the dignitaries and nobles of the Jin Kingdom, but in the past few months, this situation has really happened everywhere, and Yue Wudi has a thousand hands, and it is difficult to kill them all.

"Jin Guo!" Standing on the border of the Great Scattered Pass, Yue Wudi looked back and gritted his teeth. But he also understands that the current pattern cannot be changed by martial arts alone, and can only be changed by planning more in the future.

Lin'an City is still so prosperous, and there is no change before Yue Wudi leaves.

It was the murder of Han Yanxuan's son, and there was no storm in the capital, and there was no news in the market.

Yue Wudi walked to the mouth of the Qiantang River, looked at the sea of people flowing eastward, sighed slightly, took out the ashes of Huang Shang, and sprinkled them in the vast East China Sea.

The Taoist Emperor, the first half of his life was the emperor, the second half of his life was a foreigner, when he was dying, his mind was really contradictory, he did not want to return to the imperial mausoleum, wanted to be buried in the landscape, but also hoped to be able to watch his descendants from afar, he had mastered the foundation of the country. (To be continued......)