Volume 13: Sword Immortal Chapter 2: Everything in the world is as trivial as a hair
Spring is coming all over the world.
When we arrived at Xincheng, the spring rain had just stopped.
This border city built on the Changye Mountains suddenly became much cleaner and fresher.
For the people in this city, fighting has become a common thing in their eyes.
Twenty years of ups and downs.
In the past ten years, the Sword Sect used half of its strength to help the human race gain a firm foothold here.
The next ten years were a tug-of-war between the Qing army, led by the Zhulong Palace, and the demons.
The battle has never stopped and there is no end in sight. It seems that it will continue forever.
Mo Yan stood on the top of Dixin City and looked at the area west of the Changye Mountains.
Ever since the Eternal Fire was rekindled, his cultivation has been like the Eternal Fire, burning fiercely and advancing by leaps and bounds at an incomprehensible speed.
With his burning body and the strange fire in his body, his fighting power became unfathomable. He had already made a name for himself. During the past ten years, he had single-handedly destroyed several large cities of the demon clan and left them full of holes.
With such an outstanding record of military achievements and talent, and having studied under Wang Daode, the Zhulong Palace officially appointed him as the Young Master of the Zhulong Palace five years ago.
Although he is the young sect leader, in fact, the current Zhulong Palace has great trust in Mo Yan and delegates power to him. In the eyes of many people, he is no different from the sect leader.
Mo Yan is walking a path very similar to Lu Qingshan.
"Young Master!" At this moment, a hurried voice came.
The monks from the Candle Dragon Palace hurried over.
Mo Yan turned around to look at him, and the man just nodded at Mo Yan with difficulty, "Master Wang wants to see you..."
He suddenly understood everything and felt a pang of pain in his heart.
Just in time, a drizzle began to fall again in Dixin City.
Mo Yan walked quickly on the street.
In the gloomy rain, the candle dragon pattern embroidered with bright red thread on his robe became brighter and brighter, as if it was about to burn.
Soon, the headquarters of the Candle Dragon Palace in Dixin City came into view.
There were many monks coming and going, and most of them had very heavy expressions.
Mo Yan said nothing, quickened his pace again, passed through many courtyards, and finally arrived at a small courtyard in the innermost part.
The door of the inner room of the courtyard was pushed open, and Master Zhao Yuding, one of the three great masters of the Candle Dragon Hall, walked out with red eyes.
He glanced at Mo Yan who had hurried over and said, "You're here, go in quickly, he... doesn't have much time left."
Mo Yan no longer hesitated, took two steps forward, reached out and pushed open the door.
He originally thought that he would see a withered face like a skeleton, because Wang Daode had already looked dead in the past few years, lifeless and without a trace of blood on his face.
But now Wang Daode's complexion is better than ever. Although he is lying on the bed, his face is extremely rosy.
Hearing the footsteps, he opened his eyes and looked at Mo Yan with his dark eyes.
“Here I come.”
"Master." Mo Yan looked at the old Taoist priest with mixed feelings.
"Master, you look well, don't you?" The old Taoist priest said with a smile, trying his best to suppress his cough.
Mo Yan's eyes turned red in an instant and he lowered his head.
He felt no joy at his master's good complexion.
Because there is no such thing as resurrection from the dead, there is only one reason why Wang Daode, who was already extremely dead, looked so good.
A flash of light.
Wang Daode supported himself on the bed and sat up. He was very old, with forehead wrinkles and loose corners of his mouth.
"I'm afraid I won't make it this time."
After the old Taoist priest said this, both of them were speechless for a moment.
"But I have no regrets. I have lived for so many years," Wang Daode said with a smile. "In the first half of my life, I was protected by my father. I was idle all day long and did nothing. I watched my father work hard and finally died with regret. In the second half of my life, I was confined to the back mountain and did nothing. My life has probably passed like this. The only thing worth praising is that I am Wang Puxian's son."
"Actually, I don't care. I am just a mediocre person. I came here in mediocrity and will leave quietly."
"When did you start to feel reluctant to die? Probably after you joined the sect. People are probably most afraid of not seeing hope, but seeing hope."
“Once you have hope, you start to be afraid of this and that. Worrying about this and that makes you live uncomfortably and feel constrained in every way.”
"Master, I know that you don't like to listen to those long-winded and long-winded principles. Although you don't like to talk, you are actually a person with your own ideas. To be honest, your master is not very good at anything, and he is not very good at reasoning. But there are some things that I can't leave with peace of mind if I don't say them and finish them."
"I'm sorry as your master..." The old Taoist's eyes were gloomy.
"The reason why I accepted you as my disciple was not out of good intentions from the beginning. It was just because you are the hope of the Candle Dragon Hall to be promoted to the Dao Sect. In fact, whether you are Mo Yan, Lu Yan, or Xia Yan, it doesn't make much difference to me."
"I insisted on sending you to the Central Spiritual Realm when you were at your most vulnerable. I gave you the responsibility of leading the sect when you were still young. I also knew that this heavy burden could crush you if you were not careful... But I had to take this gamble."
"For this gamble, I won't care about you."
The rosy color on the old Taoist's face was fading, and his speech was getting slower and slower, always interrupted by difficult coughs.
"Years ago, the demons invaded Chang'an. My father was fighting on the front line. I was in Putianzhou in the Western Regions, leading the monks of the sect to defend the isolated peak. When the reinforcements arrived, I was the only monk left in the whole city. I didn't have a drop of energy left, and my origin was damaged..."
Wang Daode's speech became intermittent and he needed to take a deep breath from time to time.
He tore open his clothes with difficulty, revealing the scars on his chest that looked like maggots. "This kind of injury is almost a death sentence, and there is no way to recover. But I relied on my willpower to hold on and am still alive today. Tell me, am I lucky enough to have a tough life..."
"During the Chang'an period, my father passed away and the Eternal Fire suddenly went out. I used the method of lighting a lamp to absorb the Eternal Fire into my body. The lamp oil is my essence. Every day, every hour, every moment, I endure the pain of being burned by the flames." Wang Daode's throat was surging and his eyes began to unfocus.
The old Taoist priest was very thin, even a little hunched, and one could even see the broken bones on his scarred body.
It is such a broken body, but it has been enduring the pain of being burned by flames for thousands of years.
"I don't know what the meaning of doing this is, but I have a vague idea in my heart. This is my father's lifelong pursuit. Now he is gone, but the Eternal Fire cannot be extinguished like this..."
Mo Yan said nothing, but took a step forward and held the hand of the old Taoist priest on the bed.
By now, the old man's energy and spirit have long been exhausted like the oil in the lamp.
"Luckily, you are here... The eternal fire has been given to you, and it has also been rekindled in you. This is a great blessing..."
"Those two guys, Zhao Yuding and Yu Yan, told me to wait in the Western Region and not to come to the Central Spiritual Region... How could I not come..."
"Master," Mo Yan held the old man's hand tightly, "Stop talking, take a break."
"Take a break. Yes, it's time to take a break." Wang Daode murmured to himself.
"My father has taken care of the citrus tree on the mountain behind the Candle Dragon Palace for his entire life, and I have taken care of it for my entire life, but we have never been able to wait for it to bear fruit. If it bears fruit in the future, remember to pick some and place them on the grave..."
"It will also let me taste what the fruit from this citrus tree tastes like."
"The expectations of two generations of my Wang family, the Zhulong Palace, the hundreds of thousands of cultivators in the Zhulong Palace, and the Zhongling Territory, the billions of people in the Zhongling Territory...all are handed over to you."
"Don't blame me for asking you to bear so much. I...I really can't hold on any longer."
The old Taoist's hand loosened, and his fingers slipped slowly from Mo Yan's palm.
Wang Daode closed his eyes.
Mo Yan lowered his head and said nothing.
"Then I'll go and rest." The old Taoist said before closing his eyes.
It’s spring all over the world, but some people meet each other while others say goodbye.
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Burning Moon Region.
If the cities after the war broke out were compared to organs of the human body, then Jianluo King City would be the heart.
At that moment, the heart showed a powerful force that was enough to move people.
Chi Zun, Ming Zun and Zhan Zun were hanging above Jianluo King City, watching the team leaving Jianluo King City and transporting goods to the outside of the pass.
Countless troops and supplies, like blood, were flowing from the heart to the limbs and bones of the giant Burning Moon Domain, providing it with strength.
The three venerables had different expressions.
Twenty years have passed since they invited the enemy to fight at Yumen Pass.
It took them a full twenty years to recover and mostly heal from their injuries.
Chi Zun turned around and looked at Zhan Zun beside him, and said jokingly: "Zhan Zun, you lost to Yu Canghai in one round back then, which made him a legend of defeating the strong with the weak. Do you have the confidence to get back at him this time?"
"If you hadn't stopped me that day, and the battle had continued to the end, Yu Canghai would have died without a doubt." Zhan Zun said expressionlessly.
"After all, I wasn't sure whether the Qingyun Sword Immortal was real or fake that day..." Chi Zun said softly, "We have to be careful."
"Don't laugh, I just lost one round, but you were defeated in one round!" Seeing that the corner of Life Lord's mouth was slightly raised, Zhan Zun immediately called out his name.
Mingzun's expression suddenly turned ugly.
This was the most humiliating battle in his life.
Faced with a human cultivator whose cultivation was far inferior to his own, he, the great Life Lord, was not even a match for the cultivator.
"That was an accident..." Ming Zun said in a muffled voice, "Besides, we have already figured it out. Xue Wushao only has this one sword, so there is nothing to worry about."
Chi Zun hummed, obviously thinking the same.
In fact, in the past twenty years, in addition to recuperating from their injuries, they also did a lot of things, such as finding out Xue Wushao's background.
"Logically speaking, once Xie Qingyun left, Yumen Pass lost its backbone and became ours. We just need to take our time."
"Besides, the other Saint Demons haven't made any moves yet. If we move first, we will inevitably become the target of public criticism..."
Chi Zun said this, gritting his teeth and said: "Damn Sword Sect, they are so lucky, Xie Qingyun left, and Lu Qingshan took his place!"
"Even if we change someone else, we don't have to be so anxious!"
In less than thirty years, a sword cultivator who went from an unknown little cultivator to the master of a sword sect, who would dare to give him another thirty years?
A sword immortal appears every sixty years?
Who dares to think?
But for Lu Qingshan, it is not impossible.
Therefore, they must seize the time and capture Yumen Pass before Lu Qingshan becomes a sword immortal, even if it means being the vanguard of the second war between Taoism and Demons.
"It doesn't matter if the sacrifice is bigger. Even if it means losing tens of millions of our army at Yumen Pass, as long as we take down Yumen Pass and take over the East Region, we can raise a second army of tens of millions!"
Chi Zun looked towards the east.
The sun rises in Fusang tree, which is ten feet high.
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The soulless realm.
In the vast and dark underground space, an aura of absolute spirituality permeates.
The closed white jade door of the cave that had been silent for many years slowly opened.
A tall, twisted figure stepped out.
"In the end, it was me, Luohou, who reached this step." The tall figure stood in front of the cave, staring at this cave that had been hidden underground for 20,000 years.
Rahu has been wandering in the human world like a ghost since the Zhenjiang Rebellion.
Like walking in brocade clothes at night, his traces are everywhere, but he can never be known to outsiders.
At this moment, his ferocious and ferocious pupils now seemed like a deep black hole, with no end in sight. Moreover, as long as one looked at it, one would unconsciously feel a fear from the depths of the soul.
Those pupils seemed not to belong to this world. Wherever their gaze reached, the heaven and earth seemed to be trembling slightly, unable to bear the weight.
This is the sense of oppression that comes from the personality.
"The holy realm is within reach, all I need is a body that can carry the power of the holy realm..."
Luohou muttered, clenching his right hand suddenly.
boom!
In an instant, the earth began to shake, and a huge crack suddenly spread from the cave.
Not long after, the cave split open and broke into two halves. The underground space was filled with rubble and flying dust, which soon completely buried the ruined cave.
All traces were destroyed.
The tall figure also disappeared silently from the underground space, and no one knew where he went.
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Zhongtian Region, Chang'an.
A graceful figure walked out of the palace.
There are many animals standing on the roofs of the halls along the road.
The Vermilion Bird, Chiyu, heavy beast, kiss beast, dragon, phoenix, lion, Pegasus, seahorse, Suanni... are arranged in order, invaluable, just like that beautiful figure.
Her slender and graceful figure was moving and cold as she walked.
Looking up, a stunning face came into view.
His eyes and eyebrows are like mountains and rivers.
That was the beauty that Lu Qingshan was extremely familiar with.
Xia Daoyun.
However, the Xia Daoyun today is different from the Xia Daoyun that Lu Qingshan is familiar with.
Although she was aloof in the past, she was never as noble and superior as she is now, as if she had the power to control everything.
Moreover, Xia Daoyuan was no longer wearing the elegant blue shirt, but a golden robe.
The gate of the palace opened and Xia Daoyun walked out silently.
She was used to walking around the city on foot.
Walking through the wet streets, we passed Kaiyuan Gate, Jinguang Gate, Yanping Gate, Anhua Gate... and then Guangming Gate, until we reached Xuanwu Gate.
Many of the palace gates that were blasted open by Li Qiubai's sword that pierced Chang'an have now been repaired.
The sword named Niu Er, which can open the gate of heaven, is now in her hands.
Xia Daoyuan walked on the street after the spring rain, her footsteps silent, and before she knew it, she had arrived outside Chang'an.
She looked back and saw Chang'an in its entirety.
On the towering city wall, there was also a woman, a slender woman, who was looking at her silently.
The gazes of the two seemed to penetrate endless time and space.
"Don't worry," Xia Daoyun finally retracted his gaze and said softly, "Chang'an, I'm here."
At the same time, a golden dragon, seemingly visible yet invisible, was vaguely visible, lurking behind Xia Daoyun. The dragon's head suddenly raised high, and it let out a long roar towards the sky above.
Resounding throughout heaven and earth.
