After saying this, he turned around and left with the Heavenly Sword on his back, heading towards the Ancient Divine Mountain.
He Kun quickly stood up and tried to stop him, but suddenly Jue Jian Gongxin spat out a mouthful of blood on the ground, and his breath instantly weakened. He could only turn his head and ask for help from Taoist Tingqing, saying: "Quickly stop him, the Ancient Divine Mountain is not a place he can break into alone. There are too many beings that have survived from ancient times to the present day, even Junior Sister can only suppress them."
Li Changsheng is very strong. In a one-on-one fight, there are probably few rivals in the world, but two fists are no match for four hands.
Taoist Tingqing hesitated for a few seconds, gritted his teeth and flew after him. After a while, he suddenly flew back and crashed heavily into the mountainside.
"Senior, I can't beat you."
In the year of Wu Zi, there was a blessed snowfall, and the world ushered in initial peace.
He Kun's hair turned gray again, and his face had some wrinkles, but he didn't look as old as he did three years ago. This was because he no longer tried to suppress his injuries, and let his life come to an end.
Li Changsheng also returned to Tianjian Mountain. When he came back, his Taoist robe was tattered and there was a huge claw mark on his chest.
He was injured. It was the first time He Kun saw him injured. Although it was not serious, it was enough to show that there was a terrifying existence in the Taikoo Divine Mountain, or there were many fierce beasts comparable to the gods.
Li Changsheng did not reveal anything about this trip, but in the end he could not get the medicine.
"Elder He, how can I save you?"
This was the first sentence he said when he came back, just like he did back then.
He Kun smiled slightly, his pale eyebrows curved, and said softly: "Have a couple of drinks with me."
Li Changsheng didn't answer, so He Kun took it as his consent and took out a few jars of rice wine and a clay bowl from the hut he built himself. It was too simple for a monk, but it was enough for the two of them.
The two of them sat on the ground in the ruined Sword Sect's main hall, drinking from bowl after bowl. This once number one sect in the world had long been buried under the shade of trees, no longer as glorious as it once was.
"When you first came to our sect, the disciples inside wanted to cut you into pieces. I was so stupid that I laughed, thinking that little Yunshu had found someone she loved. If I had known, I would have cut you into pieces."
He Kun's face flushed slightly. The wine was not enough to make people drunk, but they wanted to get drunk.
"Although I don't know who my parents are, the Great Elder is like my father, and Xiao Yunshu is like my daughter. In order to protect the disciples from the suffering of the mortal world and the resentment of separation from their relatives, the sect accepted the disciples into the immortal sect early. But relatives are not people who bleed from the same blood, but people who eat from the same table."
"Brother Li, you were born in a farming family, so you should be used to the separation of relatives and friends. Now you are laughing like a child, which is really funny."
Li Changsheng paused for a moment, then raised his head and drank the whole bowl of wine. When he put the glass down again, his cheeks were slightly flushed.
“I can’t let it go.”
"You have to let go even if you can't. I'm not qualified to teach you other things, but I want to talk about this. Separation and death are the norm, so don't be stubborn."
Li Changsheng nodded slightly, then picked up the wine jar and drank. He Kun laughed loudly, then also picked up the wine jar and started drinking.
"It's great! I'll get drunk today."
The jars of rice wine were soon empty. Fortunately, Shangqing Palace had prepared a lot of wine for them, and they sent in jars one after another.
He Kun was drunk. He put his arm around Li Changsheng's shoulder and said with a strong smell of alcohol, "Brother Li, after I die, you should take the Heavenly Sword and leave. Don't stay here. No one can make you, Li Changsheng, stay. You shouldn't stop here."
"Don't stay for you like Xiao Yunshu did. Practice and cultivate, and keep moving forward. No matter what kind of difficulties you encounter, no matter who dies, you must keep moving forward, keep moving forward."
"Li Changsheng shouldn't stop here."
After saying that, He Kun closed his eyes and breathed evenly.
Li Changsheng sat there quietly, letting him lean against him and drink bowl after bowl of wine. After an unknown amount of time, he heard a voice, a voice from a mortal.
Looking outside the mountain, countless mortals gathered at the foot of Tianjian Mountain. They built a rooftop, offered three kinds of animals, and lit incense.
A mortal wearing a bright yellow dragon robe and a flat crown on his head stood on the rooftop.
"Your Majesty, I will follow the will of Heaven and obey the will of the people. I will drive away the chaos of the past century and conquer the heroes of the world. In the year of Wu Zi, I will hold a sacrifice at the foot of Tianjian Mountain and inform the immortals."
"The lands of the Wei Dynasty have been recovered by Master Guanwu. We hereby establish a new country and name it Guanwu!"
The mountain wind carried his voice into Tianjian Mountain, across the countless tombstones on the hillside, across the ruins, and finally into the hall.
A drop of water slid down Li Changsheng's cheek, and he reached out and patted He Kun who was leaning on him.
"Elder He, the world is at peace now."
He Kun did not respond. There was a smile on his weathered face, and his eyebrows were curved with laughter.
Li Changsheng covered his eyes with trembling hands and let out a hysterical roar. Endless emotions surged into his heart, completely cutting off the last trace of Supreme Forgetfulness.
"ah!!!!!!"
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