Chapter 192: Enemies for Life, Friends for Life [Third update, 10,000 words, please vote]
Heavy snow fell from the sky.
As it flutters in the air, it seems to be playing a dirge.
“Boom!”
“Boom boom!”
The sound of war drums continued, and with the last roar, it was like the sound of an eardrum breaking, shattering the drifting snowflakes.
The Dongyi army retreated, and with the burly man seriously injured, they all boarded the ship and fled.
Yang Mu's eyes were red as he watched from the city wall. He threw down his drumstick, put on the armor with frozen blood, and walked step by step, leaning against the parapet.
He looked at the figure sitting in the drifting snow, his eyes complicated and full of admiration.
The sword in Mo Tianyu's hand was inserted diagonally into the snow. He ran towards the Master and got close to his body.
However, the Master was sitting upright in the battlefield piled with corpses, looking a little tired and nostalgic.
"Master..."
Mo Tianyu knelt on the ground, his heart suddenly clenched.
The Master sat cross-legged, with snowflakes falling all over his body, as if sucking away the heat from his body, making his body even colder.
The Master sat on the battlefield, looking at the vast ocean in the distance.
The drifting snowflakes fell into the ocean and were swept away by a wave.
The fleeing wooden boats were like mice running away in panic and bewilderment.
"Practitioners..."
“It’s really strong.”
The Master took a breath and said.
Mo Tianyu clenched the snow on the ground and took a deep breath of cold air. The cold air that penetrated into his lungs made him cough uncontrollably, and he almost choked to tears.
"Master, let's go back to the library."
Mo Tianyu said while coughing and shedding tears.
He regretted it very much. He shouldn't have told his fortune like that. What good luck...it was all lies.
"Why are you crying?"
"Anyway, I don't have much time left to live. Birth, aging, sickness and death are human nature... Rather than dying of old age in the study, watching the banana leaves bent by the snow, it would be better to end this battle with the cultivators with a resounding victory. It would be more comfortable and leave no regrets."
The Master's voice was calm, even full of energy.
"In my life, I have done many things, visited hundreds of families, and dominated the world... There are some things I have no regrets about, but there are others I do regret."
"But, come to think of it... what I regret most is that I was not able to fight Young Master Lu together with Old Lu and the others."
The Master said.
"Today's battle can be regarded as eliminating the regret in my heart."
"At least... I have proved that mortals are not incapable of fighting against cultivators."
The Master's calm words made Mo Tianyu feel as if his heart was struck by a heavy hammer.
He had truly felt Lu Fan's power, the power of a cultivator.
And the Master told him through his actions that ordinary people can also defeat those who practice cultivation.
The Master looked into the distance and felt that the sky seemed to have stopped snowing. On the horizon of the sea, the sun was rising slowly, reflecting the bright light and sprinkling on the Master's face.
It seemed to make his face rosy and transparent.
In fact, the sky over the sea was very gloomy.
"Any wine?"
The Master spoke slowly.
“Yes, yes!”
Mo Tianyu came back to his senses and quickly took off the gourd from his waist.
He is a wine lover, so how could he not have wine?
After drinking for more than thirty minutes, he would definitely tell fortunes.
He took the wine gourd, carefully uncorked it, wiped the mouth of the gourd with his sleeve, and handed it to the teacher.
The Master smiled.
Slowly raise your hand.
The movement was a little slow, but finally, the master's hand grabbed the gourd.
When his fingertips touched Mo Tianyu's fingertips, Mo Tianyu felt as if he had touched a piece of ice, freezing his heart.
Took the gourd.
Took a sip of wine.
The Master let out a long breath.
He narrowed his eyes as if he was drunk.
He held the gourd in his hand, raised his head and looked at the red sky in front of him which was blooming in the scorching sun.
The picture gradually freezes.
The cold snow fell on Mo Tianyu's neck, bringing a bone-chilling chill.
His body leaned back and he slumped to the ground.
The wind and snow grew stronger and stronger, covering the Master's body with a thick layer of snow.
…
Beiluo, an island in the middle of the lake.
On top of the Baiyujing Pavilion.
Lu Fan let out a long sigh. He never expected that the Master would bring the Hundred Schools of Thought to an end in this way.
This is an elder worthy of admiration.
Lu Fan held the bronze wine cup in his hand and leaned against the railing.
He stretched out his hand, and the wine glass drew an arc in front of him and poured out, splashing crystal liquid.
This glass of wine is for the Master.
under.
Lu Dongxuan, who was looking forward to Lu Fan's sermon, saw the young master's actions and the wine flying in the wind, and the expectation on his face gradually froze.
He seemed to have anticipated something, and the art of deducing the secrets of fate made his heart tremble slightly.
He raised his hand and pinched the big gold chain around his neck.
The big gold chain turned quickly, and a humming sound was heard.
Then, his face suddenly turned pale.
Gongshu Yu, Xie Yunling and Hua Dongliu seemed to have noticed that something was wrong with Lu Dongxuan and looked over with frowns.
"Lao Lu, what's wrong?"
Huadongliu was straightforward and asked directly.
Lu Dongxuan stammered for a while and looked towards the east. Although he was shrouded in the spiritual energy of the island in the middle of the lake, his sight seemed to be able to see through the thick clouds.
"Old Kong, you are free now."
Lu Dongxuan said.
His voice was a little hoarse, a little low, and a little emotional.
Xie Yunling's body trembled and his pupils shrank suddenly.
Hua Dongliu couldn't even control his sword intent, as if he had turned into a sharp sword unsheathed.
Gongshu Yu opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.
He had always been on the side of Mo Beike all his life, fighting with Kong Xiu for so long, but he was still a little shocked when he heard the news.
After the shock, helplessness and emotion surged up like an undercurrent.
The other people around were still a little puzzled, but they saw several disciples staring at the sky in a trance.
On the pavilion of Baiyujing, Young Master Lu poured wine into the wind. Obviously... at this moment, something happened that was enough to shock the whole world.
But they didn't quite know what exactly happened.
…
North County.
Mo Beike looked towards the east, his hands were shaking violently.
He covered his hands, but he couldn't control himself.
After a long time.
Then a feeling of loss came over me.
He stood up from the chair, walked out of the tent, and looked at the endless snowfield outside Tianhan Pass. Heavy snow was falling from the sky.
A piece of snow fell into his palm and melted quickly, like a dripping tear.
His heavy eye bags trembled.
After a long time, it turned into a long sigh.
A lifelong enemy is also a lifelong friend.
"Rest in peace, old man."
…
Imperial capital.
Book Pavilion.
The scent of sandalwood rises.
Kong Nanfei, dressed in a scholar's robe, stood in front of the window. He looked at the banana leaves weighed down by the snow, his eyes a little dazed.
He felt a little uneasy in his heart.
suddenly.
There was a click.
The banana leaf was finally broken by the snow and fell to the ground in the backyard of the study.
Kong Nanfei looked at the broken banana leaf and gradually fell silent.
There is an inexplicable feeling of heaviness in my heart.
…
On the Baiyujing Pavilion.
Lu Fan's hair fluttered in the wind.
He did not pay attention to the battle in Dongyang County. After all, he couldn't pay attention to what was happening in the world all the time.
However, at this moment, the lines in his eyes were twitching, and a battle that took place outside Dongyang County was replaying in his eyes.
The Master, with his mortal body, burning will and righteous spirit, actually blasted a strong man at the peak foundation-building level, causing him to bleed from all seven orifices and flee with serious injuries.
"Without a trace of spiritual energy, he was able to cause a reaction from the origin of heaven and earth with his pure will. At that moment... the Master was burning with great righteousness, almost surpassing his body."
Lu Fan felt a little emotional.
Only one breath can illuminate the history.
Look at the old man holding a wine gourd and sitting facing the sea.
Lu Fan stopped tapping the hand guard, and then gently pushed his palm against the Fengling hand guard.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
A loud phoenix cry rang out, and the next moment, the Phoenix Feather Sword turned into a flying flaming phoenix, rushing into the Dragon Gate.
Dongyang County, in the Red Dragon Gate.
The snoring red dragon suddenly opened his eyes, red flames became brighter, and he opened his mouth and let out a deafening dragon roar.
But I saw it inside the Dragon Gate.
A fire phoenix flew out, with a scarlet sword in the center of the fire phoenix.
A terrifying aura emanated from the sword.
The red dragon's originally ferocious expression froze and he immediately retracted his body.
After looking at the disappearing Fire Phoenix, the Red Dragon hurriedly returned to the Dragon Gate.
The fire phoenix spread its wings and flew out.
It flew across the sky of Dongyang County like a stream of light, cutting through the sky and reflecting brilliance.
On the city wall of Dongyang County, Yang Mu raised his head and looked at the fire phoenix dragging flames, feeling shocked and confused.
But then a ray of fire rushed out of the beach and into the boundless ocean.
Boom! The fire phoenix suddenly fell down with a loud cry.
Under the water.
The burly man who was wrapped in mud and practicing to recover from his injuries was suddenly shocked.
"Lord of the...plane?!"
He raised his head, only to find a blazing fire above his head, which instantly engulfed him...
The vast sea was burned into a sunken vortex, and after a long time... it slowly recovered.
On the Baiyujing Pavilion, Lu Fan drew out the Fengling Sword, as if he had done something insignificant.
He looked at the people below and spoke slowly.
It’s almost time to start talking about what needs to be said.
"The heaven and earth have their will, transforming the origin into attributes. Practitioners go against the will of heaven, gather spiritual energy, and cultivate immortality..."
Lu Fan spoke.
The sound was not loud, but it rang in everyone's ears.
Everyone's body was shocked and they came back to their senses.
They understood that Master Lu was about to start preaching.
"The attributes of existence in the world are divided into gold, wood, water, fire and earth, which correspond to the five internal organs tempered in the body storage realm..."
"When a person first enters the practice of cultivation, he gathers a wisp of spiritual energy in his Dantian, which is called a Qi Dan. The Qi Dan gathers a vortex of spiritual energy to the extreme, and then begins to enter the body, tapping into the treasures of the human body, deriving attributes, and giving birth to attribute spiritual energy."
“And going further up is the realm of transcending the body.”
"The level above the Ti Zang Realm is somewhat similar to the Qi Dan Realm. The Qi Dan is made of Qi, which is illusory and called a virtual Dan. The level above the Ti Zang Realm is the collection of human essence and spiritual energy to form a real Dan, which can be called the Jin Dan Realm."
Lu Fan's words echoed throughout the island in the middle of the lake, and everyone was stunned and then shocked.
The practitioners outside Beiluo Lake listened attentively but could only hear vaguely.
Lu Changkong and the others felt as if they were in a dream.
Virtual Pill, Real Pill...
This completely refreshed their understanding of spiritual practice.
This is also the first time they come into contact with the realm after body storage.
Ning Zhao's eyes fixed, after the body is hidden... is it a golden elixir? Condensing a real elixir in the body must be many times more difficult than condensing a qi elixir.
After all, it is easy to turn the real into the virtual, but difficult to turn the virtual into the real. Creating something out of nothing is equivalent to creation, which is naturally extremely difficult.
By the lake.
Sima Qingshan, who was floating on the Mozhou, also frowned.
Gathering Qi into a golden elixir...
Of course, before that, one also needs to comprehend the spiritual energy attributed to the Ti Zang realm.
Just as everyone was thinking, Lu Fan spoke again.
"Of course, the Golden Elixir Method is a cultivation method from outer space. It is a natural process. Cultivators go against the will of heaven. Therefore, this young master has another method of cultivation."
Lu Fan sat on the second floor of the Baiyujing Pavilion, looking at everyone and speaking slowly.
Everyone was stunned for a moment after the explanation, and then stared at each other.
"After the body is hidden... there is the Heavenly Lock. What is the Heavenly Lock? The human body has a spine with a total of 33, which is divided into nine extremes, also known as the Nine Extremes Heavenly Lock. Tempering the spine and breaking the Heavenly Lock is the realm above the body. The ninth extreme is the Heavenly Palace Lock. If it is broken, it will cause the punishment of heaven and earth."
Lu Fan said, his words seemed to be carried by the wind to everyone's ears.
Everyone was stunned.
"Compared to the Golden Core Cultivation Method, this method is more difficult, more dangerous and more challenging, but correspondingly, the combat effectiveness will also be stronger."
"Of course, it's too early to talk about these cultivation methods now. You still have a long way to go before you can achieve the Golden Core and Shatter the Heavenly Lock."
"The changes in heaven and earth are the result of the arrangement of the immortals. Spiritual energy permeates the entire world, and everyone can become a cultivator. Of course, due to differences in talent, only a handful of people can truly become cultivators."
Lu Fan said: "In ancient times, there was actually a glorious era of cultivation, but it fell into decline. Now, the spiritual energy is reviving again, and the immortals are passing on their legacy, as if it were a reincarnation."
"The main reason why the ancient cultivation era failed was because they were weak. The cultivators were too weak, and the people in the world were too weak. Facing disasters, they had no power to resist."
"Now, spiritual energy has revived, and cultivation has reappeared. As a cultivation power that guides the world's cultivation, Baiyujing naturally cannot let the world repeat the mistakes of the ancient cultivation era. That's why I have this lecture on cultivation."
Lu Fan said slowly.
Many people were confused by what they heard. After all, they had never stepped into the central palace and had never seen the scenes of the ancient battlefield that Lu Fan deliberately set up.
Lu Fan flicked his sleeves, and spiritual energy immediately condensed in the air, and soon... a picture appeared.
Everyone looked up and looked at the screen.
But a thrilling era emerged in the picture.
That was a war between the ancient cultivation civilization and the evil demons from outer space...
After watching it, everyone was unable to calm down for a long time. It turned out that... the land beneath their feet was carrying such a tragic song.
Seeing those ancient practitioners dying one after another, many people present felt a sense of urgency and crisis.
"Now, the origin of the world is condensed, the attributes can be formed, and all kinds of cultivation can lead to immortality."
"The path of cultivation is dead, but humans are alive. Each of you can walk your own path."
Lu Fan glanced at everyone and said.
"It's just like the magnificent era of the Hundred Schools of Thought..."
“Only when a hundred schools of thought contend can we make progress together.”
"And now, it is the same, in the era of cultivation... we must fight even harder, and win even more. Only the winners can go further on the path of cultivation."
"The world of cultivators is far more cruel than you can imagine."
Lu Fan said.
His white robe fluttered in the wind and his eyes were as sharp as torches.
Words came out of his mouth one after another.
Afterwards, those who were confused in the audience all asked questions, and Lu Fan never refused and always explained.
Many people cherish this opportunity.
Because they understood that after this time, they didn’t know when the young master would preach again.
The sky began to gradually darken.
The sermon lasted from day to night.
finally……
Lu Fan stopped talking and gave everyone one night to digest the story.
His preaching this time was in preparation for entering the world of Zhongwu.
A splendid world of cultivation cannot be created by him alone. The people in the world are the main force in creating a brilliant world.
As for Lu Fan, he was only helping everyone to speed up the creation process and avoid taking detours.
A ray of red light came flying back from the Dragon Gate.
It floated quietly in front of Lu Fan.
The Phoenix Feather Sword glowed with extreme brilliance, as bright as a blazing flame.
The soul of the last wanderer was torn to pieces, leaving nothing behind.
Lu Fan sighed.
The Master's death was beyond his expectations, but also within his expectations.
The Master had never entered Longmen to cultivate spiritual energy, and had not taken the path of cultivation, so he could not pursue immortality, and therefore his time was actually not long.
Outside Dongyang County, the Master, with his mortal body, almost wiped out a cultivator at the peak of the foundation-building stage. With such a record, he brought an end to the various schools of thought. In fact, the Master had no regrets and left freely and calmly.
Let the Phoenix Feather Sword return to the wheelchair and transform into the Phoenix Feather Gauntlet.
As for him, he was looking at the Beiluo Lake, feeling the gentle breeze.
The light of dawn tore through the snow and cast down thousands of rays of light.
The practitioners in Beiluo City were still immersed in Lu Fan’s sermon.
A heavy and shocking piece of news spread throughout the Great Zhou Dynasty.
(End of this chapter)