"What a fine Golden Knife Prince Consort! No wonder he was the Condor Hero of yesteryear."
In the Yuan army's command tent, the commander-in-chief, watching the burly man display his might, couldn't help but sigh deeply, "What a pity! Such a valiant man cannot be used by our Great Yuan."
immediately.
The head coach looked at the person next to him.
He was a tall lama, unremarkable, like an ordinary lama.
Only those who knew him knew that this person was the famous Yuan Dynasty Imperial Preceptor, Phagpa.
He was also the Grand Master in the open of the Yuan Dynasty.
The commander-in-chief politely clasped his hands in a fist salute and said, "Grand Preceptor, thank you for your help."
Phagpa remained silent, nodded slightly, and casually picked up a crossbow.
Who says that the pride of a generation only knew how to bend a bow and shoot eagles?
The bow is drawn taut, and the arrow pierces the air.
It seemed to tear through space and ignite a spark.
If it spreads like wildfire, its momentum will be unstoppable.
"Brother Jing! Be careful!"
A voice as beautiful as a nightingale's rang out on the battlefield.
Guo Jing turned his head and met Huang Rong's anxious expression.
laugh!
The arrow pierced through his body, tearing out a large patch of flesh and blood.
"Brother Jing!"
Huang Rong shouted anxiously, but was met with Guo Jing's relieved smile.
"Rong'er, you are so beautiful."
Guo Jing murmured blankly, his eyes hazy, as if he had returned to that summer eighteen years ago, when he first saw the girl, who was laughing adoringly in the wind.
"Brother Jing!!!"
Huang Rong leaped forward and caught Guo Jing, hot tears dripping onto his face.
Blood trickled from the corner of Guo Jing's mouth as he weakly said, "Rong'er, don't cry. You don't look pretty when you cry."
He wanted to raise his hand to wipe away the woman's tears, but his arm hung limply at his sides.
"I won't cry! Rong'er, don't cry!" Huang Rong quickly wiped away her tears. "Brother Jing, don't die! Rong'er doesn't want you to die!"
Guo Jing murmured, "Rong'er, I'm so tired, I want to sleep."
"Don't sleep! Rong'er won't let you sleep! Wake up right now!"
Huang Rong shook Guo Jing violently, tears streaming down her face.
"Rong'er...don't make a sound...I'm really sleepy..."
Guo Jing grinned, his eyes fixed solely on Huang Rong.
But it also completely lost its luster.
Splash—
A torrential downpour drowned the tears and blood.
The fighting continues.
call out!
Another arrow piercing the sky.
The target is Huang Rong.
But in that instant.
Time seemed to stand still.
Everyone froze, ceasing all movement.
"Sorry I'm late."
A gentle voice rang in Huang Rong's ear, and a large hand embraced Huang Rong's slender waist as he lifted her up.
However, Huang Rong's expression was blank, like that of a living dead.
"The Calamity of Gods' Punishment!"
Murong Fu read it softly.
His primordial spirit transformed into the Grim Reaper's scythe, sweeping across ten miles.
Countless people fell like wheat, their bodies intact, but their consciousness extinguished.
Including Phagpa and the Yuan army commander, none of the million Yuan soldiers survived.
"Father-in-law, a million lives will be lost for you. You were a hero in life, and you will be a ghost in death."
Murong Fu was hesitating about whether to revive Guo Jing when the system suddenly notified him:
[Ding!]
[The host has caused boundless carnage in this realm, drastically altering the course of the world and attracting the attention of the Heavenly Dao!]
[Please leave immediately!]
[Friendly Reminder: This realm will be sealed off, and all things will cease to exist until the host breaks through and returns!]
As the notification sounded, the Eye of Heaven appeared in the sky, a huge eyeball covering the endless firmament, seemingly possessing its own consciousness, staring at Murong Fu.
Murong Fu felt a chill run down his spine.
Then.
The spatial barrier shattered in front of him.
Without time to think, Murong Fu grabbed Huang Rong and disappeared into the spatial passage.
...
...
"You're awake."
"Boy, what's your background? Are you sent by those treacherous members of the Demonic Cult?"
"Senior Brother Cangsong, don't talk nonsense. They only have ordinary internal energy and should be martial artists from the mortal world."
"Senior Brother Sect Leader, our Great Bamboo Peak has very few people. Why don't we hand these two over to our Great Bamboo Peak for training?"
"Junior Brother Tian, you're dreaming. Although these two are a bit older, they are quite talented. How can you, Dazhu Peak, monopolize them?"
"..."
Inside the grand hall, a group of Taoist priests were arguing incessantly.
Murong Fu sorted through his memories and realized that it was because he had wiped out a million-strong army in one fell swoop that he had attracted the attention of the world's will and was forced to travel through time.
Huh? He even took Huang Rong with him when he traveled through time.
Beside him was Huang Rong, still fast asleep, her face pale, her delicate eyebrows furrowed, as if she were having a nightmare.
Murong Fu stood up, clasped his hands in a fist salute to the crowd, and said in a humble yet assertive manner, "Esteemed esteemed masters, I am Murong Fu, a native of Suzhou. May I ask where this place is?"
The old Taoist priest at the head stroked his long beard and said, "This is Qingyun Sect. You and that woman fell from the sky and landed on my Tongtian Peak. Fortunately, you were saved by the Spirit Lord, otherwise you would have been shattered to pieces long ago."
Murong Fu asked knowingly, "May I ask who the Spirit Lord is? I will never forget your life-saving grace."
The lean, capable old Taoist priest beside him quickly answered, "Young man, the Spirit Lord is not human; he is the guardian spirit beast of our sect."
"I see." Murong Fu nodded, then said:
"I vaguely remember that my elder sister and I were walking in a swamp when we encountered a giant snake that was thousands of feet long fighting with a yellow bird that blotted out the sky. We were then affected by the aftershocks of their battle, and when we woke up, we were here."
"The Blackwater Serpent and the Yellow Bird!"
Everyone on the field gasped in surprise.
The old Taoist priest in the lead said, "It is quite remarkable that you were able to survive the aftermath of such an ancient and strange beast."
He continued, "I see that you have good talent. I wonder if you would like to stay in Qingyun Sect? Of course, Qingyun Sect is a righteous sect. If you are not willing, I will not force you and will send you down the mountain."
"I am naturally willing."
Murong Fu nodded without hesitation, then looked at a girl in red and said, "This sister is as beautiful as a fairy and as passionate as fire. I like her very much. May I ask if I can become her disciple?"
"Huh? You want to become my disciple?"
Tian Ling'er was a little confused. She was just there to join in the fun with her father.
Unexpectedly, such a good thing happened, and he immediately nodded repeatedly: "Great, great, I want to be a master too!"
"Nonsense!" Tian Buyi said sternly. "Ling'er, don't make noise."
"Hehe—" Tian Ling'er stuck out her pink tongue and chuckled.
Cangsong said with dissatisfaction, "Boy, why do you want to become her disciple? She looks so young!"
"Eh?" Murong Fu scratched his head and asked in return, "You are all immortals, so you are naturally proficient in the art of preserving youth. This sister is so young and beautiful, she must have great magical power and know how to preserve her youth. Why can't I become her disciple?"
Upon hearing this, everyone was taken aback again. This angle was quite novel. But upon closer inspection, it made perfect sense.
Tian Buyi said, "Kid, it's impossible for you to be Ling'er's apprentice, but you can be her junior brother. Are you willing?"
"I am willing!"
Murong Fu nodded and thanked him, then picked up Huang Rong and said, "My elder sister will also be accepted as a disciple."
"Can."
Tian Buyi accepted it with a smile.
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