The capital city of the mortal world can be said to be a place of great fame in the entire six realms. It is one of the core nodes of the entire destiny formation of the mortal world. This supreme formation has enveloped the entire nine states of the mortal world for thousands of years, and has proved its supreme status with the blood and lives of countless enemies.

However, in this mortal world stained with sharp swords and the blood of countless enemies, it is extremely peaceful and prosperous. The official roads improved by the Mohist masters have spread to every city and town in the world. The children of the world and those who are blessed with humanity can ride on the official roads freely and come and go as fast as the wind.

The masters of various sects are recruiting disciples in their academies. The processing of spiritual materials in the human world and the creative Mohist mechanisms are also famous in the other six realms. Today is the day for the academies to recruit disciples, and the capital is more prosperous than ever before.

This is because the nine steles left by the Master were placed here.

Over the past thousands of years, there have been nobles in high positions who wanted to take these nine stone tablets containing the rhyme of Tao for themselves, but they were all beaten back by the teachers in the academy. In today's times, the nine steles belong to everyone in the world and are shared by all human beings. From generation to generation, teachers from all sects have resigned from their duties, and no longer seek to ascend to heaven, travel around the world, or open up new caves and heavens, but only stay in front of these nine steles.

He was wearing a simple grey robe, just like an ordinary sweeper, cleaning up the dust around the Nine Stele.

After many conflicts, no one dared to have any other random thoughts about this place. Some teahouses and teahouses have been opened near the Nine Steles. From the high floors, you can watch the prosperous cultural heritage of the Nine Steles from afar. The price is not expensive, and many students come here to climb the heights and look into the distance, hoping for good luck.

Some people think that this is insulting, but Master Xun of that generation felt that cultural context is the cultural context of the common people, and that it should be shared with the people and be in harmony with the world. It is best if the people like it. If it is high and mighty, it is not the cultural context of the world. If one can eat an extra bowl of rice while looking at these nine stone tablets, it is worth it.

If the Master who created the Nine Stele tablets saw this scene, I think he would not be angry.

And you will feel very happy.

Therefore, the idea of ​​refuting the teahouse and respecting the majesty of the nine steles was no longer so popular. After that, many years passed, and people nowadays have become accustomed to the existence of these nine steles, and even the supreme respect for these nine steles that they had thousands of years ago is gone. Some people think that this is wrong, but some scholars think that this is the best way for the cultural context to exist.

The Supreme Being makes the people unaware of his existence.

Standing high and mighty with an air of majesty, he talks about highbrow culture that is not accessible to the common people. That is not the cultural context that was originally created to protect people. Inside the teahouse, there are storytellers who talk about the decisions made by the masters in the past and praise such decisions highly. And by the window, there is a gentle Taoist holding a cup of tea and looking at the scenery outside.

A young man who was about to enter the palace noticed that there was a little girl sitting opposite the Taoist. The girl had big, bright eyes, a pure and beautiful appearance, and a temperament like an orchid in a valley, which was unforgettable. He subconsciously looked over, but heard a crisp voice again.

When he looked over again, he saw the Taoist priest turning around and looking at him with a deep smile in his eyes. He couldn't help but look away embarrassedly and stopped looking.

Xiao Bixia looked outside curiously, her voice soft and sticky:

"Is this where you lived, Dad?"

The young Taoist nodded: "Yes."

"Yes, I lived here for many years, but later I never had the chance to come back. The world has changed so much. Let alone a thousand years, even if it's just a dozen or twenty years, the changes are so great that I can't recognize it."

The popular food and drink of that time has now become fragments of ancient music scores that one has to rummage through books for a long time to find; the new songs and lyrics of that time have now become famous ancient poems that have been passed down for thousands of years. As time goes by, this restaurant is still the same as it was when I last came here. The last time I came here was when someone from the Ximen family came, but now he is surnamed Li.

The Taoist spoke gently, and others thought he was lying, but they never showed it.

This is Jiubei. The teachers from various schools and factions absolutely do not allow anyone to occupy the place or build a house here. Such a loophole must not be opened. Today, a man lives here, but in the future this place may be occupied by all the powerful people. He says that he has lived here before. If this is not nonsense, what else can it be?

He didn't say anything, and the Taoist just watched the people coming and going on the road gently. He stretched out his chopsticks to pick up a piece of the so-called ancient famous dish, put it in his mouth, and couldn't help revealing a knowing smile. Bixia didn't understand why, but she also ate a piece. It was a very fragrant braised beef with sauce, which was soft in the mouth.

But she didn't know why her father was laughing.

Qi Wuhuo looked at the dish with a smile, but thought of the plate of beef stewed by the owner of the restaurant two thousand years ago when he brought Bodhi to this restaurant. After two thousand years, it was still cooked in the same way, but it tasted even better than that day. It was just the secret sauce and improved color that were not passed on at that time. Now it has become a famous dish in every restaurant.

This is how the human flame is passed down from generation to generation.

Two thousand years later, you can still taste the flavors that were passed down based on the cooking skills of people who lived two thousand years ago.

It’s like having a conversation with the past two thousand years ago.

The Taoist stood up and walked out of the restaurant. The little girl was standing next to him, reaching out her hand and holding her father's hand. He stood on the road, looking back sideways, as if he could still see old friends from two thousand years ago, three thousand years ago, the restaurant owner from two thousand years ago, the drunken and free-spirited storyteller, and the awkward young man Ximen Da Chong from three thousand years ago.

There were also old friends who seemed to be looking at him with a smile. The conversation that spanned the years had the charm that only this kind of inheritance could have. He raised his eyes and saw the fluttering banner beside the restaurant, with the words "Li's Restaurant" written on it.

Three thousand years have passed, and now the Emperor of Mankind is no longer named Li.

The human race has heroes from generation to generation.

How can all things in the universe, like flowing water, stagnate in one place and just remain motionless?

The swallows that used to fly in front of the Wang and Xie mansions now fly into the homes of ordinary people.

The Taoist's mood suddenly seemed to improve. He smiled, stretched out his hand and said, "Let's go." The little guy next to him wiped his palms and placed them on his father's palms. The Taoist closed his palms slightly, gently held Bixia's hand, and walked in the world of mortals that he walked through in his youth.

The world is like a journey, and I am just a traveler.

…

During this period of time, Qi Wuhuo indeed accompanied the little girl to play everywhere and see the scenery in various places. Although Fuxi had taken her to many places before, she was still very happy. It seemed that the same scenery, at different times and with different people, gave different feelings.

It was fun to be led by other elders to play, but it was not as good as being with her parents. After going around, the little girl asked where to go next. The Taoist said in a gentle voice, "It's your birthday. Your uncle Zhang has prepared a banquet for you. You have to go see your uncle Zhang again."

The little girl thought of the Jade Emperor who doted on her very much, and nodded.

Qi Wuhuo ascended into the sky on the clouds and went above the Ninth Heaven. The Jade Emperor had already prepared a banquet in the sky, and all the immortals and gods were there. When they saw the little girl, they liked her at first, but then they saw the Taoist priest who was walking side by side with the girl, not carrying a sword, and had a gentle and pure demeanor. They were all startled and saluted politely.

Yunqin has arrived. Qi Wuhuo went to pay a visit to the Beiji Ziwei Emperor and his wife, and also met Zhang Xiaoyu.

Zhang Xiaoyu smiled, stretched out his hand, clenched his fist and gently hit the Taoist's shoulder, and said with a smile: "You, you finally came back, and only came to this Lingxiao Palace to drink with me two or three times, and then you never came back to the human world."

Zhang Xiaoyu asked casually, "How long will you stay this time?"

Then he saw his friend's gentle expression and said, "I came here today to fulfill the agreement we made back then." Zhang Xiaoyu was stunned, and suddenly he thought of the agreement they had made when they were young. He said that after pacifying the six realms, Qi Wuhuo would leave Tianque with his Taoist partner, live freely in the world, and practice in seclusion.

Three thousand years have passed.

This time was too long, so long that Zhang Xiaoyu almost subconsciously forgot about these things, but this matter would not disappear if he didn't face it. Qi Wuhuo looked at his friend and said in a mellow voice: "Don't worry, there is no banquet that will not end in this world, but as long as you and I are still in this world, there will always be a time for us to reunite."

"Every year during the holidays, I will come to look for you."

“If one day you lose your original heart…” Qi Wuhuo looked at his friend. With his level of cultivation, he could already see the gradually changing inner demon in Zhang Xiaoyu’s heart. It was caused by Zhang Xiaoyu’s continuous use of the Haotian Body in the battle two thousand years ago. This was his calamity, his Dao calamity.

Qi Wuhuo pointed it out but it was useless. He lowered his eyes and said gently: "I will find a younger generation who is as young and energetic as you and I were in the past, to wake you up."

Zhang Xiaoyu laughed and shook his head, and thought of the two young men who got drunk together in the Lingxiao Palace three thousand years ago. He smiled and said, "Okay, if there really is such a high-spirited person, I can recognize him immediately."

He didn't take such things to heart. He was always confident and believed that he would not go wrong.

Until that year, the sharpness and vigor of his youth appeared before his eyes, which hurt the Jade Emperor at that time. He was stunned for a long time, and then laughed and cried, reminiscing about the past, and crushing his inner demons. Therefore, even when the younger generation was young and arrogant, he never deprived him of his reputation.

Then he said he was annoyed with him.

But when the child came, he never rejected his request once.

The dignified Jade Emperor gave the last part of the spiritual root of Wanli Peach Mountain in ancient times to a monkey. This side door was really too blatant. He just said, "Here is your favorite food. I'll give you the key. Just go and eat it."

Even when there is nothing I can do, I can only laugh and call you a monkey.

But today is the birthday of Bixia Yuanjun, the next generation God of Mount Tai. The immortals are congratulating them, but because of this returning Taoist priest, the topic of conversation inevitably falls on him. When they talk about his youthful brilliance and high spirits, there are so many incredible legends about him that even if he has restrained those decisive and murderous parts, it is still jaw-dropping.

Xiao Bixia widened her eyes, puzzled.

She could never find a way to connect the war god who walked the mortal world in his youth and wielded a sword to break disasters as described by the immortals and gods, with her gentle father who let her ride on his shoulders and played with her. She was extremely curious.

That person's realm is unfathomable, but at least, it is at the realm of the Supreme Lord.

Perhaps it has reached its limit.

Such an existence, especially a powerful one who bears the title of God of War and God of Martial Arts, the gods and immortals naturally did not dare to say much, so the topic quickly shifted to the part where the current disaster was still happening, talking about the thorny last round of the sun, the mysterious cold air of the North Sea, and Yang Jian's Tianpeng War Department, which was still suppressing the innate gods and demons at the front even today.

While they were talking, they heard a voice coming from the other side. They looked up and saw the Jade Emperor and the Heavenly Emperor coming together. There was a moment of silence. Qi Wuhuo looked around. The other immortals and gods were all speechless. Only Xiao Bixia reached out her hand and pulled her father's sleeve, and said in a soft voice, "Daddy."

"Everyone said you were very good in the past."

The faces of the immortals turned pale.

The gentle Taoist smiled, leaned down, looked at his daughter, and said, "Do you want to see it?"

Xiao Bixia nodded vigorously.

The Taoist then raised his eyes. He was wearing a dark Taoist robe, his hair tied up with a jade hairpin, and he was no longer wearing a sword. His temperament was as gentle as jade.

Knowing that the innate gods and demons were still there, he turned around and asked the Jade Emperor with a smile:

"Is my armor still there?"

The sky was filled with deathly silence.

Even those who were chatting and laughing, and drinking before, stopped moving. With just this peaceful question, the whole heaven was shrouded in a solemn and murderous atmosphere. It was depressing and quiet, but there was a faint roar of passionate fighting spirit rising up.

Zhenwu.

Put on armor again!