Chapter 55 Old Age
Time flies, and more than a hundred years have passed in a flash.
The martial arts world has gone through twenty-one reincarnations, and more than a hundred years is enough to replace seven or eight generations.
No matter how heroic and powerful you are, you cannot escape the fate of having your glory and fame washed away by the wind and rain.
Only the deeds of "White Tiger Seven Kills, Dominating the World" have been constantly sung over the past hundred years, making Fang Xian worthy of his reputation and becoming a legend in the martial arts world.
Yuanwu Kingdom, Golden Wind and Drizzle Tower.
"The flowers bloom and wither, and I feel sad about the passing of spring..."
Fang Xian lay on the soft chair and sighed softly.
At this time, he is no longer young.
The shiny black hair turned completely white, and the once energetic body became old and hunched, with wrinkles and age spots on his face.
"I am 179 years old this year. There is still one year left... three 60 years left. Is that my death?"
The Grand Master's mental acuity allowed him to accurately grasp the time of his body's death.
The sadness of watching life gradually come to an end and the candle flame gradually burn out is something that young people cannot imagine.
Even though he once dominated the world with his fists!
Even though he does not have the title of Wulin leader, he is the de facto leader!
Even though he holds supreme power, he can take all the treasures, beauties, and unique skills in the world... everything he wants, and he lives a life of luxury.
At this point, no matter how good the wine or how beautiful the woman, they could not arouse his interest at all.
Instead, there is a kind of sadness of "drawing the sword and looking around with a confused heart".
Even if his martial arts were invincible, what would that do? Without an external enemy, he could only watch his body gradually age and his Qi and blood decay. He would probably not even be able to take on the form of a white tiger at its peak, like a tiger with its teeth pulled out.
"Between life and death, there is great terror!"
"If I died on the battlefield, it wouldn't be a big deal, but it's this feeling of powerlessness that makes me terrified..."
"Even if I have a golden finger, I'm not sure if I can survive the fourth life..."
"So all those wise rulers in history became foolish and cruel when they got old... It's not that they were really foolish, but that they gave up on themselves... Because even if their names are passed down through the ages, what does it mean in the face of death? It's better to act on one's own will!"
In this world, 200 years is the limit for human lifespan!
Of course, this limit is only the most perfect theoretical state.
When Fang Xian was young, he fought in various battles and got injured...which consumed a huge amount of his energy, blood, and essence, all of which greatly shortened his body and lifespan.
Originally, he was only expected to live for about 150 years.
Even if he relied on the White Tiger Dharma Image to absorb essence, it could only delay it by thirty years. Any longer than that would be impossible!
Unless... you can truly break through the realm!
"Unfortunately... it's simply impossible. Grandmaster is the upper limit of this world... In fact, the true qi cultivation of a grandmaster is almost the same as that of a master, but it is a level stronger in the spiritual realm, and can achieve the unity of man and nature, and the integration of the spirit into the world..."
"This is the limitation of the world. Unless one person can overthrow the world, there is no way to break through..."
Fang Xian stood up and went to the outside world.
"Great offering!"
A deacon immediately knelt down to greet him, as if he was watching a god descending to the mortal world.
" Go outside the city, to Maple Forest Mountain."
Fang Xian got on the carriage and gave an order.
He is now the biggest worshipper of the Golden Wind and Drizzle Tower. Even the new owner of the tower, Yu Xiaohu, has to obey his orders.
Maple Forest Mountain is dyed red.
In the cold wind, Fang Xian came to a tomb.
This is Yu Longjiao’s tomb!
This female master was older than him, so naturally she passed away before him.
Today is the anniversary of her death.
Fang Xian closed his eyes, and the image of the fairy in black clothes and with snow-white feet seemed to be right in front of him.
Moreover, this female guru may have had some feelings for him later, but he declined.
That’s not all.
Everyone in the martial arts world knows that the former White Tiger Star Lord, now the White Tiger Immortal Lord, has lived alone all his life, with no family, no wife or children, and he does not accept any disciples.
People in the martial arts world all say that the White Tiger Immortal King has no worries and does not have any weaknesses at all.
But Fang Xian knew that he was afraid.
Afraid of seeing his wife and son die before him!
He didn't want to go through that kind of sadness and pain again.
Just like he had once disguised himself and gone to see the Wang family off.
The Wang family members at that time had long since died of old age, and now his bloodline is secretly taken care of by him, but in terms of the affection they have for him, it has become much thinner and there is not much left.
"Life, separation, death, farewell..."
Fang Xian murmured, feeling extremely complicated.
When he returned to the Golden Wind and Rain Tower, a young man came up to greet him: "Grandpa!"
He had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and was in high spirits. He also carried a youthful vitality that even Fang Xian envied.
"Xiao Hu , what's the matter?"
Fang Xian suppressed the darkness and jealousy in his heart and asked casually.
"The latest information is that the descendants of the Brahma and Dao lines seem to have been unable to bear the pain and have secretly come out... and the Grandmaster Bao Shenglong in the north has also made a breakthrough and may want to challenge Grandpa..."
Yu Xiaohu said worriedly.
In the past history, there were also masters who wanted to challenge Fang Xian, and they were all rare geniuses in the martial arts world.
And then nothing happened...
The reputation of the White Tiger Immortal Lord is built on the bones of numerous masters and great masters.
But now, it seems that the news that Fang Xian is old and frail has spread. The wolf king has grown old, and the male wolves who want to challenge him are eager to try again.
Among them, Bao Shenglong and Yu Xiaohu, known as the "Northern Dragon and Southern Tiger", are the most prestigious masters of the younger generation in the martial arts world.
Now that Beilong has broken through to the level of Grandmaster, he has directly surpassed Yu Xiaohu.
"Haha...it seems my fierce reputation can no longer intimidate them...ahem..."
After Fang Xian said a few words, he began to cough and gasp.
A grandmaster can control himself perfectly. Before the age of 150, his combat power is at least 90% of his peak period.
But after the age of 160, his condition starts to deteriorate year by year. He starts to lose control of his energy and blood, and even gets sick.
When he was 179 years old, with only one year left to live, his condition naturally worsened.
"Well... the peace of more than 150 years has to be broken. After a long separation, there will be reunion, and after a long reunion, there will be separation. This is the law of nature... "
Fang Xian waved his hand, asking Yu Xiaohu, who wanted to come up and give him a back massage, to retreat: "I can't control these things, nor do I want to control them... As for the challenge? Let's talk about it after the letter of challenge is really delivered to my door..."
Yu Longjiao never married in her life. Yu Xiaohu is not a direct descendant of Yu Longjiao, but he has both ability and talent. With the help of Fang Xian, he finally took control of Jinfengxiyu Tower. If he holds on for another generation, he can make Jinfengxiyu Tower completely named "Yu".
At this moment, looking at Fang Xian's thin and hunched back, Yu Xiaohu's expression could not help but become extremely complicated.
