"Hey, hey, hey? Disciple Yue, are you leaving?"

"So anxious?"

The young Taoist Mingxin knew early on that Yue Shiru was leaving. He was originally quite excited, but suddenly became a little wilted. He was listless the whole morning and was thinking about whether to make a chicken soup with the three yellow chicken. The three yellow chicken was so frightened that it flapped its wings and flew to the eaves of the Taoist temple.

Yue Shiru couldn't help but laugh and said, "Little Master Uncle, don't feel it's a big deal."

"A cultivator will eventually travel the world, and parting is inevitable."

"You will understand it eventually."

The Taoist looked at the old Taoist who was close to the limit of Xiantian Yiqi. This battle had damaged his vitality after all, and Xiantian Yiqi was not qualified to receive the talisman of the Emperor of Heaven. Yue Shiru did not say anything. The old Taoist just smiled and shook his head, so the young Taoist just smiled and said, "For cultivators of my generation, this is what we should do."

"Thank you so much for saving my life, I have no way to repay you, I hope we can meet again someday."

"I hope I can live up to the rescue from the master."

Yue Shiru bowed and said to the Taoist youth with graying hair, "Since the Lianyang Sword has chosen the Immortal, I will not mention it. I just need to leave a certificate to prove that I have indeed come to the Lianyang Temple and not failed in my duty." He had originally planned to leave a sword intent and had even taken out the letter, but the Lianyang Sword suddenly whistled.

Along with the clanging sound of swords, there was also the whistling of sword energy.

The three words "Lian Yang Sword" on the sword body were also forced away.

It turned into spiritual light and was imprinted on the jade paper of this door, with a cold glow and like the long sound of a sword.

These three words are the supreme spiritual jade paper of Taoism. When they fall on this sword, they are the restraints and chains left by Lu Chunyang for this ferocious sword as fierce as a demon. They are also the cause and effect with Lu Chunyang. The sword naturally removes the three words, which also represents the severance of cause and effect. From then on, it will no longer be bound by Lu Chunyang.

Yue Shiru understood the meaning of this, and sighed in his heart that it was indeed a magical weapon that was so powerful.

Think of the legend of this sword.

One must also sigh that the evil sword is so powerful, and the real person is indeed extraordinary, to be able to make this sword submit, with joy and sincere submission.

Could it be that he also knows some supreme method of sword-forging practiced by some sword immortal?

Just as he was about to put the letter away, the young Taoist raised his hand to stop Yue Shiru's action, and then asked him for the jade letter, and then said: "...I also have something to say to Master Lu of your Taoist sect, so I will trouble you to deliver it to him."

Yue Shiru said: "Master has given an order, how dare I disobey?"

"It's just another trip."

The young Taoist returned to the Sutra Pavilion. During this period of time, he listened to Yue Shiru's story and knew that his ancestor was Lu Chunyang, whom Qi Wuhuo needed to find. He was at the same level as Senior Sister Yu Miao, and his cultivation was about the level of earthly immortals. Then he encountered obstacles. If he broke through them, he would have the hope of becoming a god, worthy of the title of True Lord, and could go further.

He should be the Taoist priest I met when writing the couplet.

Qi Wuhuo picked up the pen and learned from Yue Shiru the so-called words in the dream.

I know that senior brother recognizes my handwriting.

So he pondered for a long time, picked up his pen and dipped it in ink, and wrote two words in the same characters.

Its name is——

Too Supreme.

When picking up the pen.

Although the words remained the same, the choices he had made along the way made the two words calm and peaceful, and then slowly disappeared. Only those who were destined to see them could see them. He then put the letter away and handed it to Yue Shiru, who asked curiously, "Senior, are you sending a letter to my ancestor? Could it be that the master of the real person also recognizes my ancestor?"

After all, the ancestors’ activities happened at least a thousand years ago.

Back then, the Blood River Sword Sect was very famous and had fought against the founder.

Now it has been reduced to ashes and no longer exists.

And the young Taoist in front of him was only sixteen years old. What a huge difference there was.

The young Taoist replied gently:

"Well, if my guess is correct, there should be something old."

Yue Shiru understood.

Yes, it seems that the ancestors of this Qi Zhenren have some connection with Master Lu.

He bowed and smiled, "I will definitely live up to your trust!"

Then he bowed to Mingxin and the old Taoist priest, turned around, and saw the Taoist priest, wearing straw sandals, a Taoist robe, carrying a clothes basket, holding a Tianpeng bell, a demon-subduing sword, and a green bamboo staff, walking down the mountain, laughing:

"If you can obtain the Mysterious Elixir in the Three Palaces, the Taiyi Flowing Pearl will be at Kunlun. The twelve rings of the towers are stacked one after another, and all of them are real people from the top to the bottom."

"The Jade Hall is the most mysterious palace, the Xuanji and Yuheng are the most beautiful. I look at the boy sitting there and ask whose child is in my body!"

Yue Shiru chanted the Huangting Sutra, took a few steps, made a few turns, and then walked into the city of mortals. He blended into the crowd and disappeared.

The young Taoist Mingxin held his chin with his hands, looking melancholy and sighing.

But after Master Qi cleaned the house, he flipped through the Taoist Canon and saw the old Taoist still reading the old book and chopping wood to make a zither.

The three yellow chickens were still walking around the corner as usual.

Suddenly I felt that I was not a Taoist at all.

He patted his face, stood up, and went to meditate and cultivate his energy.

The situation in the Taoist temple was no different from when Yue Shiru came.

When people came, there was only a set of bowls and chopsticks and a table, just like usual.

When people leave, all we have to do is say a prayer and play the piano. Why should we be sad?

There is only a crack between heaven and earth, so it doesn't matter if all living things come and go.

But it just happened naturally.

…

The markets are diverse and have everything they need. People come and go like clouds waving their sleeves, and leave with a clamorous noise. The capital is so prosperous!

The Shenwu Dynasty is the country that inherited the throne of the first Human Emperor, and occupies the vast land in the center of the human world. Compared with the Shenwu Dynasty, the other human countries are just tiny places and are not worth mentioning. Now that the Shenwu Dynasty is about to hold a grand sacrifice, various countries have already sent envoys and guards to watch the ceremony in this dynasty.

It was only because of the sudden disaster in Zhongzhou that things were delayed continuously for several days.

This day has finally arrived.

It was only three o'clock in the morning and they were already busy. Common people were not allowed to walk on the roads today. All the districts and cities were sealed off. Only when the sacrificial ceremony reached its climax, there would be fireworks rising and common people would come out holding flowers. This was the royal demeanor and the vastness and magnificence of the Human Emperor.

The imperial road had been cleaned spotlessly, with a candle lit every five steps, making it as bright as day.

Even a tiny bit of dust will not be missed.

The mansions of the princes and dukes of various families stayed awake all night as they were making preparations. In the imperial city of the entire human race, there was a vague feeling of boundless solemnity, which made people feel the majesty of the imperial power. These steps were actually similar to Taoist rituals and Buddhist ceremonies, a kind of etiquette and regulations that strengthened the imperial power and further purified the human spirit.

The fortune tellers looked up and could see that the majestic destiny of humanity had transformed into a god-like existence.

The shelter overlooks this world.

It is extremely majestic, with countless stars surrounding its body, and under its command are mountains and hills, all living things, and everything gathers around it. Moreover, because other countries come to pay homage, it vaguely presents an atmosphere of a group of pythons worshiping a dragon, or [the North Star is in its place, and all the stars revolve around it].

"Our emperor is very magnanimous and courageous."

The astrologers of the Hun Tian Supervisory Office who knew the art of astrology sighed.

For such a grand event, the Hun Tian Supervisory Office naturally has the responsibility to predict when the auspicious day and time will be. However, it is unable to do so at the moment. A few days ago, there was a change in the head of the eleven stars, and the four hidden stars disappeared in the sky, which directly led to a large deviation in their deduction.

It can be good or bad, and the results are endless.

Some say it is a bad omen for the Human Emperor.

There is also a saying that it will bring good luck to the world.

It's hard to say, but at this moment, the nerves are tense - even though it was a grand sacrifice ordered by His Majesty the Saint Emperor, if something really went wrong, the Hun Tian Supervisory Office would still have to bear the responsibility.

After all, His Majesty the Saint Emperor would never make mistakes.

Aren't the only ones who made mistakes the astrologers from the Hun Tian Supervisory Office?

That’s why the old man waited until now, and only felt relieved when he saw the stars disappear.

It should be alright...

While the entire capital of the Human Dynasty was promoting the grand sacrifice in an orderly manner, there was also a guest visiting the silent Sky Prison. This guest was wearing a hood and, under the guidance of a hunched old man, walked through layer after layer of prisons where the world's biggest thieves were imprisoned, and finally reached the deepest layer.

It was a nice house there.

At least it's pretty good for people in prison.

There was a table, a bed, and a bookshelf filled with all kinds of books. Inside the room, a tall young man with sword-like eyebrows and a heroic temperament was tied up with chains. His body was covered with scars, and the strong aura he should have had had had dissipated. However, even though the aura had dissipated, the strong physique he had cultivated since childhood was still there.

Hearing someone coming, he slowly raised his eyes, and his eyes seemed dark and turbid.

The guest lifted his hood, revealing a cold face. His eyes were particularly large and gentle, and their light was like the night. He said gently:

"Seventh Brother, long time no see."

The Seventh Prince who was tied up here raised his eyes slightly: "Qiong Yu?"

"Why are you here?"

Qiong Yu said: "Qiong Yu was taken to the palace to accompany the Queen, and she also met the Seventh Prince who was 'trapped in the cold palace for disobedience'. However, after several attempts, I guess that the Seventh Prince is not the real Seventh Brother. After several deductions, there are three places in this city where the Seventh Brother may be trapped. The dark room in the deepest part of the sky prison may be one of them."

The seventh prince, Li Zhai, who was tied up here, raised his eyes slightly and said in a hoarse voice: "How dare you come here?"

Qiong Yu said succinctly: "Today's grand ceremony has attracted attention from outside."

"Besides, my father left behind some favors."

"Oh, the incense and favors..."

The Seventh Prince laughed a few times and subconsciously looked at the old jailer. He sensed a faint residual military evil spirit from him, as if he had already guessed it. He said, "But he really used a substitute to replace me. This is normal. Most of the scandals in the royal family are kept secret. But you came here to let me out?"

"Hahahaha, sister Qiongyu, you're not so kind, are you?"

"What if I say yes?"

Li Zhai narrowed his eyes slightly.

Then he seemed to understand something and said, "It's interesting. The substitute in the palace can only hide it for a while, not forever. The best way is to have an accident, let the 'Seventh Prince' die, and then slowly take back the military power. But I have ordered that without the secret order, all the military children will help Fourth Brother..."

"The Crown Prince, the Emperor, and my fourth brother who is supported by both the civil and military factions."

"This situation is already very chaotic, but it is still relatively stable after all. You and Erlang have no chance at all..."

"You want me to leave and make the situation in the court even more chaotic."

"And then take advantage of the chaos to profit?"

The Seventh Prince looked at the girl in front of him who was as frail as a willow in the wind:

"My uncle once said that he regretted that you were not a man. It seems that you are really cruel."

"However, I want to tell you that the current Human Emperor is probably also a substitute."

The Seventh Prince recalled what happened at that time, his expression was complicated: "The backlash of my sword came a little late, and was a little weaker... I reacted at the time, but it was too late after all. So from beginning to end, he never trusted anyone, not even his son."

"I can guess."

Qiong Yu's voice was calm, and the Seventh Prince was slightly surprised. The girl in front of him replied, "Seventh Brother, you entered the forbidden area with a knife, and the emperor was unharmed, but there were changes in the palace personnel. It is said in the "General's Garden" that all generals must have confidants and minions. If this is the case for generals, how much more so for the emperor?"

"I have always been accustomed to thinking of my opponents as the most shrewd and cunning."

"Seventh Brother, what do you want to choose? Do you want to stay here until the end of your life, or come out?"

The seventh prince Li Zhai said slowly: "Let me out..."

Qiong Yu nodded, and the deaf and dumb old man with a broken leg next to her opened the secret room.

The Seventh Prince was put down, and the murderous aura on his body disappeared. He rubbed his wrist. Although his wounds were serious, it did not affect his temperament. He shook his body like a wounded tiger, and suddenly laughed and said, "Qiong Yu, I know you are using me, but I am willing to be used by you as a knife."

"But remember, this is not your blade, it is the blade of the people of the world!"

"Where is the grand ceremony today? I want to go and see my father in person, and see all the civil and military officials."

"Let me personally tear apart this so-called Human Emperor's Qi."

"Tear apart this magnificent world!"

He stood up and saluted the old man with the broken leg. His voice was heavy and gentle, like a soldier, and each word was emphasized. It was as solemn as a gust of wind on a battlefield:

"Please give me a set of armor--"

"Black Iron Armor."