Chapter 64 0 Years in a Hurry

From the moment Ling Xian saw Yu Wuxiu, today's result was doomed.

Everything is a conspiracy, a game set up by Yu Wuxiu.

She has a dream to be the empress who is aloof and looks down upon all living beings, but unfortunately, her aptitude is very ordinary, and in her entire life, she can't break the high road, achieve the supreme cultivation level, look down on the eight wastes, and overlook the world.

Fortunately, she has an ancestral legend. If it is planted on a cultivator, most of the person's cultivation and aptitude can be transferred to her.

It's a pity that Yuezhou's genius is too powerful, and she has no chance to use this evil item at all.

Therefore, she began to travel around Kyushu and searched the world, and finally learned in Yunzhou that there was once a genius who shined in all directions.

After hearing the news, Yu Wuxiu was overjoyed, because her ancestral sacred artifact not only has the miraculous effect of depriving others of aptitude, but also relieves the side effects of all medicinal pills.

So, she made a series of plans, first to find Ling Xian, introduce him to the Shangqing Sect, and then fully assist him and give him all the resources for his cultivation. Inspire that divine object, and transfer his aptitude and most of his cultivation to himself.

The high-level officials of Shangqingmen are very clear about this matter, but because her ancestors are one of the founders of Shangqingmen, she has a very high status in this sect, and many elders naturally strongly support her approach.

So, there is this scene.

However, all the famous forces in Yuezhou sent people to watch the ceremony. The crowd was full of people and it was very lively. It is reasonable to say that this is a scandal. Yu Wuxiu should not choose to attack at this time, but she and Shangqing are unlucky. This is what the door wants.

With the fall of the first genius in Yuezhou, another new star has risen.

What's more, Yu Wuxiu's cultivation base is not high, but Ling Xian is always in a strong state. Only when he is extremely weak due to the thunder tribulation, can he activate that divine artifact successfully.

As expected, she succeeded, and she transplanted Ling Xian's peerless talent into herself.

At this moment, Yu Wuxiu stood on the top of Dengtian Peak, shining brightly, as if the sun was hanging high, as if the stars were arching the moon, high above, looking down at the world.

Her eyes suddenly changed to one black and one white. She held a blood-colored magic sword in her left hand, snow-white divine wings grew on her back, and her delicate body was dressed in golden armor. She looked like a female emperor sitting on the cloud, disdainful of ancient and modern, and dazzling the world.

And Ling Xian is like a clown, bleak and dull, reduced to a foil.

How dazzling he was in the past, how dim he is now. How desolate she was in the past, how beautiful she is now.

His slaying the world has become her slaughtering the world, his world-shattering talent has become her world-shattering talent, and everything about him has become everything about her.

Heartbroken, heartbroken, heartbroken.

Anger, unwillingness, sadness, hatred, and Ling Xian had mixed feelings, but in the end they turned into a simple sigh.

Looking at those cold and ruthless eyes, he slowly shook his head, and then staggered, walking down Tiantian Peak with heavy legs.

The crowd separated automatically, no one blocked, no one laughed, but there was a hint of pity in their eyes.

Yu Wuxiu understood Ling Xian's last look, and there was still deep love in those eyes, and she understood the meaning of the shaking of her head. She didn't have the anger after being deprived of everything, and she didn't have the hatred of being deceived for 20 years. , yes, just a hint of disappointment.

Disappointed with the causes she set back then, and disappointed with the fruits she reaps now.

It is obviously the fruit of joy, but why is there a bit of bitterness in her heart? Yu Wuxiu looked at Ling Xian's back as if she had been aged for hundreds of years, and her heart was a little bitter and a little blocked.

The Buddha said that if there is a cause, there will be an effect, sow a good cause and get a good result, and sow an evil cause and get a bad result.

So, what you sowed back then was a bad cause, and what you reap now is a bad result?

Yu Wuxiu shook her head and stopped thinking about this issue. Whether it was a good cause or a bad effect, everything had dissipated like a cloud of smoke. From now on, she and Ling Xian were people from two worlds.

One is high above, shining in all directions like a scorching sun, while the other falls from the altar, as humble and small as mud.

Yu Wuxiu stood on the top of Dengtian Peak, as if she was standing on the highest emperor's throne in the world. She succeeded and obtained Lingxian's aptitude and most of her cultivation base. From now on, she will definitely climb the road to heaven, step on the path of immortals, and achieve supreme achievement. Domineering, become a female emperor like the emperor who calmed the chaos 200,000 years ago.

However, why was he speechless and choked with tears.

Yu Wuxiu bowed slightly and covered her left chest with her hand.

It hurts there.

...

Fifty years later, Qingcheng suddenly had a gray-haired old man who was dying.

He did not attract any attention, and quietly came to the former residence of the Ling family, where the glory of the past was recorded, but now, it has become a ruin.

The old man was rickety, ragged, pale, and his eyes were dim, as if he might die at any time.

It was Ling Xian.

After being deprived of his qualifications and most of his cultivation base by Yu Wuxiu, he knew that he had returned to the state where he had fallen into the mortal world because of the magic heart pill, and could not continue to walk on the road of cultivation. Back to Yunzhou, back to Qingcheng, back to their roots.

This walk took fifty years.

From the handsome young man in his prime, to the dying old man who is dying, from the peerless genius who shines in the wilderness, to the late twilight cultivator who is determined to die, Ling Xian's life can be called a legend, an alternative legend.

Looking at the dusty Ling family mansion, Ling Xian sighed softly, walked heavily, staggered to a boulder and sat down, panting and coughing loudly.

A few simple steps, but it was like carrying a huge boulder on his back, which made him gasp for breath, and his face became even paler, like a candle in the wind, which could be extinguished at any time, leading to death.

Here, it was the Ling family's martial arts field.

Looking at the broken wells and ruins around, the corners of Ling Xian's mouth were slightly raised, as if he saw the clan competition that was staged here, and he also seemed to see himself back then.

The corners of his mouth are raised as he is now, but he is high-spirited, full of pride, and wants to rise above the nine heavens and win ten thousand stars.

But now...

Ling Xian burst out laughing, and bits and pieces of his life appeared in his mind.

From embarking on the road of cultivation, to encountering a major turning point in life; from Cangyun City to worshipping Qingyunzong; from falling from the altar, to returning to the position of Tianjiao, to being calculated by Yu Wuxiu and losing all glory, bit by bit Everything came to mind.

Time flies, hundreds of years in a hurry, but in the blink of an eye.

Angry, lost, happy, beautiful, sad, calm, all the emotions Ling Xian has had.

He has also experienced intrigue, intrigue, indifference, and all the filth of human nature.

He has seen all kinds of scenery and beautiful people in the immortal world.

Although Ling Xian's life was short in the world of immortality, it was wonderful enough, even more wonderful than most people.

He once sat on the clouds and looked at all living beings, and he was humble as mud, looking up at the sky.

The ups and downs of life, great sorrow and joy, Ling Xian has all had it, if anyone else, I am afraid that he can no longer bear this huge gap and commit suicide.

But he has survived twice, but he has survived tenaciously. It can be seen that the tenacity in his bones has not changed.

Time has flattened his arrogance, but it cannot flatten his arrogance.

Although this life is short, Ling Xian has no regrets or regrets. Although he still hasn't fulfilled his dream until the end, he has left many imprints in the world, proving that he has been here before, which is enough.

With a light sigh, Ling Xian stretched out her hand tremblingly and took out a book she bought from a stall when she was a child from her bosom.

"Who's Who in Kyushu"

This book has accompanied him for many years, representing his nostalgia for the past.

However, since he returned from the secret realm, he has not opened it again. Perhaps it was because the Ling family mansion aroused his nostalgia for the past, so he took out this book from his arms on a whim. Books by great people who stand out from the crowd.

Ling Xian's old eyes were cloudy and his breath was like a gossamer. He gently blew away the dust on the cover, and then opened the pages.

Scrolling down from the first page, the names of the great men in front didn't have any special feeling until he turned to the 250th page.

A name with an inexplicable familiarity came into view.

Refine the sky.

These three words seemed to have a kind of magic power, which made Ling Xian stunned for a moment, and some familiar, yet strange memories suddenly appeared in his heart.

"Refining the sky..."

After a long while, a mist of water appeared in Ling Xian's eyes, and then big drops of tears fell, like a downpour of rain, which woke him, a poor man who was in a dream and didn't know his dreams.

"Master!"

Ling Xian's eyes suddenly burst out with a dazzling look, "Teng" stood up, and he raised his head to the sky with a long whistle, which shook the eight wastes and resounded throughout the world!

At this moment, he didn't seem to be a dying old man on the verge of death, but returned to the heroic young man who used to be full of pride and anger!

He has understood everything.

From beginning to end, it was just a dream, a very real dream.

The Spirit of the Secret Realm did not send him back to the outside world at all, but only brought him into an illusion. There was no downfall of the Ling family, no two ups and downs, and no one like Yu Wuxiu. The illusion peeped into his heart, and thus formed a dream on his own.

And the weakness of this illusion, or the only way to get out of the illusion, is to think about the picture of the Nine Immortals and about refining the sky.

From the beginning to the end, whether it was when Ling Xian was in danger or when he was beautiful, Dan Xian never appeared. That was because the illusion deliberately eliminated Ling Xian's memory of refining the sky, so in this dream, Ling Xian I don't remember everything about the Nine Immortals at all.

Until today, on a whim, he opened the "Who's Who in Kyushu", and when he saw the three words "Lianqiongqiong", he remembered the memory of being erased by the illusion, and then realized that this hurried hundred years turned out to be just a mirror.

"Spirit of the secret realm, I already know everything, why don't you get out of here?"

Ling Xian stepped out in one step, fighting a bull with rage, like a supreme god who came into the world.

Immediately, the surrounding space was like a shattered mirror, cracked open with huge gaps, and then gradually annihilated.

The next moment, Ling Xian's figure flickered and disappeared from this false world.

"Adventurer, congratulations on waking up at the last moment and successfully escaped from the illusion of time - a hundred years in a hurry."