Chapter 2 Everything in This World Is as Fine as Hair

The whole world springs together.

Arrive at the heart of the city, the spring rain has begun.

This border city built on the Changye Mountains suddenly became much fresher and cleaner.

For the people in this city, fighting has become an ordinary thing in their eyes.

Twenty years of ups and downs.

In the past ten years, the Sword Sect had used half of its power to allow the human race to gain a firm foothold here.

In the next ten years, under the leadership of Zhulongdian, there was a constant tug-of-war with the demons.

The battle has never stopped, and there is no end in sight. It seems that it will continue like this forever.

Mo Yan stood at the top of Jiexin City, looking at the area west of the Changye Mountains.

Since the rekindling of the Eternal Fire, his cultivation has been burning like the Eternal Fire, advancing by leaps and bounds at an incomprehensible speed.

Combining the burning body with the strange fire all over his body, his combat power has become unfathomable, and he has already made a name for himself. During the past ten years, he has single-handedly destroyed several large cities of the demon clan with holes in them many times.

His achievements were so outstanding, his talent was so outstanding, and he studied under Wang Daode, so five years ago, the Zhulong Palace had officially appointed him as the Young Sect of the Zhulong Palace.

Although he is a young sect, the current Zhulong Palace actually trusts Mo Yan very much and delegates power to him. In the eyes of many people, he is no different from the sect leader.

Mo Yan is taking a very similar path to Lu Qingshan.

"Young Master!" At this moment, a quick voice came.

The monks from the Zhulong Palace hurried over.

Mo Yan looked back at him, and the man just nodded to Mo Yan with difficulty, "Grandmaster Wang wants to see you..."

He suddenly understood everything and felt sad.

At just the right time, it started to drizzle again in the heart of the city.

Mo Yan walked quickly on the street.

In the gloomy rain, the candle dragon pattern embroidered with bright red needlework on his robe became more and more vivid, as if it was about to burn.

Not long after, the Zhulong Palace's station in the heart of the city came into view.

There were many monks coming and going, and most of them looked very heavy.

Mo Yan was silent, speeding up his pace again, passing through many courtyards, and finally arrived in front of a small courtyard in the innermost part.

The door of the inner room of the small courtyard was pushed open, and Patriarch Zhao Yuding, one of the three great patriarchs of Zhulong Palace, walked out with red eyes.

He glanced at Mo Yan, who was rushing over, and said, "You're here, go in quickly, he... doesn't have much time."

Mo Yan no longer hesitated, took two steps forward, reached out and pushed open the door.

He originally thought that he would see a haggard face like a skeleton, because in the past few years, Wang Daode had become completely dead, lifeless, and there was no trace of blood on his face.

But now Wang Daode looks better than ever. Although he is lying on the bed, his face is extremely rosy.

Hearing the footsteps, he opened his eyes and looked at Mo Yan with his dark eyes.

"coming."

"Master." Mo Yan looked at the old Taoist priest with mixed feelings in his heart.

"Master, you look pretty good." The old Taoist priest tried his best to suppress his cough and said with a smile.

Mo Yan's eyes turned red instantly and his head drooped.

He felt no joy in his heart about his master's good looks.

Because there is no way to resurrect the dead in the world, there is only one reason why Wang Daode, who was already full of life, looked so good.

Reflection.

Wang Daode sat up with his hands on the bed board. He was very old, with wrinkles on his forehead and slack corners of his mouth.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to survive this time."

After the old Taoist priest said this, the two of them were speechless for a moment.

"But I have no regrets. I have lived as a teacher for so many years," Wang Daode said with a smile: "In the first half of my life, I was sheltered by my father. I was idle all day long, doing nothing. I watched my father work hard and finally died with regrets. In the second half of my life, I have been self-proclaimed at the back of the mountain, doing nothing, and my whole life has probably passed like this. The only thing worthy of praise is that I am Wang Puxian's son."

"Actually, I don't care. I'm just a mediocre person. I just come and leave quietly."

"When did you start to be reluctant to die? It was probably after you joined the sect. People, probably what you fear most is not not seeing hope, but seeing hope."

"When you have hope, you start to worry about this and that, and worry about this and that. Instead, you live uncomfortably and feel restricted everywhere."

"Master knows that you don't like to listen to those rambling principles. Although you don't like to talk, you are actually a person with your own ideas. To be honest, you, the master, are not very good at anything, and you are also not very good at reasoning. .

But if I don’t say some things and finish them, I won’t be able to leave in peace. "

"I can't help you, master..." The old Taoist's eyes were dark.

"The reason why I accepted you as my disciple was not with good intentions from the beginning, but because you are the hope of Zhulong Palace to be promoted to Dao Sect. In fact, no matter you are Mo Yan, Lu Yan or Xia Yan, to me , there’s not much difference.”

"I insisted on going my own way and sent you to the Middle Spirit Realm when you were at your most unstable. When you were still young, I gave you the responsibility of the sect. I also know that this burden may overwhelm you if you are not careful... ....But, I have to take a gamble."

"For the sake of this gamble, I won't care about you."

The rosy color on the old Taoist priest's face is fading away, and his speech is getting slower and slower, always interrupted by a difficult cough.

"Before Chang'an, the demons invaded, and my father was fighting on the front line. I was in Putian Prefecture in the Western Region, and I led the sect monks to defend Gufeng. When the reinforcements arrived, I was the only monk left in the city.

There is not a drop of energy left in my body, my origin has been lost..."

Wang Daode's words became intermittent, and he needed to breathe heavily from time to time.

He pulled open the clothes on his chest with difficulty, revealing the scars on his chest that were as ferocious as maggots. "This kind of injury was almost fatal, and there was no way I could save myself from death, but I managed to survive by relying on my own willpower." , I am still alive now, do you think my life is tough or not..."

"In the year of Chang'an, my father died, and the eternal fire suddenly went out. I used the method of lighting a lamp to incorporate the eternal fire into my body. The lamp oil is my essence. Every day, every hour, every moment, I am enduring the burning flames. The pain in my body." Wang Daode's throat surged and his eyes began to blur.

The old Taoist priest was very thin, even visibly stooped, and even jagged bones could be seen on his body full of scars.

It is such a broken body, but it has been enduring the pain of burning flames for thousands of years.

"I don't know what the meaning of this is, but I have a vague idea in my heart. This is my father's lifelong pursuit. Now that he is gone, the eternal fire cannot be extinguished just like that..."

Mo Yan was speechless, just took a step forward and held the hand of the old Taoist priest on the bed.

By now, the old man's energy and spirit have long been exhausted like lamp oil.

"Fortunately, you're here... I gave you the eternal fire, and it's rekindled in you. This is a great good thing..."

"Those two boys, Zhao Yuding and Yu Yan, asked me to wait in the Western Region and not follow them to the Central Spiritual Realm... How could I, how could I not come..."

"Master," Mo Yan squeezed the old man's hand, "Stop talking and take a rest."

"Take a break, yes, it's time to take a break." Wang Daode murmured to himself.

"My father has been taking care of the citrus tree on the mountain behind Zhulong Palace, and I have been taking care of it all my life, but I haven't been able to wait for it to bear fruit. If it does bear fruit in the future, remember to pick some and put them on the grave..."

"So that I can have a taste of what the fruit from this citrus tree tastes like."

"The expectations of two generations of my Wang family, the Zhulong Palace, the hundreds of thousands of monks in the Zhulong Palace, and the hundreds of millions of people in the Middle Spiritual Realm... will all be left to you."

"Don't blame me for asking you to bear so much. Master... I really can't hold it anymore."

The old Taoist priest's hand loosened and his fingers slipped from Mo Yan's palm.

Wang Daode closed his eyes.

Mo Yan lowered his head and said nothing.

"Then I'm going to rest." The old Taoist priest finally said before closing his eyes.

The whole world is in the same spring, but some people meet again and some people leave.

.......

.......

Burning Moon Domain.

If the cities after the war started were compared to the organs of the human body, then King Sword City would be the heart.

At that moment, this heart showed a powerful enough power to move people.

Chi Zun, Ming Zun and Zhan Zun hung above Jianluo King City, watching the team leaving from Jianluo King City and transporting towards the outside of the pass.

Countless soldiers, horses and supplies, like blood, are flowing from the heart to the limbs and bones of the giant in the Burning Moon Region, providing it with strength.

The three venerables have different expressions.

Twenty years have passed since they invited the battle at Yumen Pass.

It took a full twenty years for them to recover and recover from their injuries.

Chi Zun turned around, turned to look at Zhan Zun beside him, and joked: "Zhan Zun, when you lost to Yu Canghai, you made him a legend of defeating his superiors. Do you have the confidence to regain your position this time?"

"If you hadn't stopped me that day and fought to the end, Yu Canghai would have died." Zhan Zun said expressionlessly.

"After all, I wasn't sure whether the Qingyun Sword Immortal was real or fake that day..." Chi Zun said softly: "You have to be careful."

"Don't laugh, I just lost one round, but you lost in one round!" Zhan Zun saw the corner of Ming Zun's mouth raised slightly, and immediately called his name.

Mingzun's face suddenly turned ugly.

This was the most humiliating battle in his life.

Facing a human monk whose cultivation level was far inferior to his own, his dignified Master was actually no match for him.

"That was an accident..." Ming Zun said angrily: "Besides, we have figured it out, so Xue Wushao only has this sword, so there is nothing to worry about."

Chi Zun hummed, obviously thinking so too.

In fact, in the past twenty years, in addition to recuperating, they also did many things, such as finding out the details of Xue Wushao.

"It stands to reason that once Xie Qingyun leaves, Yumenguan has lost its backbone and has almost become something in our pocket. We just have to figure it out slowly."

"Besides, we acted first before the other holy demon tribes took action, and it was inevitable that we would fall into the spotlight..."

When Chi Zun said this, he couldn't help but gritted his teeth and said: "The stubborn sword sect is really lucky. Xie Qingyun left and Lu Qingshan took over!"

"Even if it's someone else, we don't have to be in such a hurry!"

Who dares to give a sword cultivator another thirty years to go from an unknown little monk to the master of the Sword Sect in less than thirty years?

A swordsman emerges in sixty years?

Who dares to think?

But when it comes to Lu Qingshan, it's not impossible.

Therefore, they must seize the time and capture Yumen Pass before Lu Qingshan becomes a swordsman, even if they are the vanguard of the second Dao Demon War.

"The greater the sacrifice, the greater the sacrifice. Even if we lose our army of tens of millions at Yumen Pass, as long as we capture Yumen Pass and capture the Eastern Region, we can raise a second army of tens of millions!"

Chi Zun looked to the east.

When the sun rises, the hibiscus trees are one foot tall.

........

Absolute spirit realm.

The vast and dark underground space is filled with the aura of extraordinary spirits.

The closed white jade door of the cave that had been silent for many years slowly opened.

A tall, twisted figure stepped out.

"In the end, it was I, Luo Hu, who made it this far." The tall figure stood in front of the cave, staring at the cave that had been hidden underground for 20,000 years.

Luo Hu has been wandering around the human realm like a ghost since the Zhenjiang Rebellion.

Like Jinyi walking at night, there are traces of him everywhere, but they are never enough to be recognized by outsiders.

At this moment, his ferocious eyes now seemed like deep black holes, with no end visible, and just one look at them would unconsciously create a fear from the depths of the soul.

Those eyes seemed to be eyes that were not of human beings. Wherever the eyes looked, the world seemed to be trembling slightly, unbearable.

This is a sense of oppression from the personality.

"The holy realm is so close, all we need is a physical body with enough power..."

Luo Hu murmured, clenching his right hand violently.

boom!

In an instant, the ground began to shake, and a huge crack suddenly spread from the cave.

Not long after, the cave directly cracked and shattered into two halves. The underground space was filled with rubble and dust flying, quickly completely burying the ruined cave.

All traces were destroyed.

The tall figure quietly disappeared from the underground space, and it was unknown where it went.

........

Zhongtian domain, Chang'an.

A beautiful figure walked out of the palace.

There are many animals standing on the ridges of the hall along the road.

Suzaku, chi fish, heavy beasts, kiss beasts, dragons, phoenixes, lions, celestial horses, seahorses, suan ni... are lined up in order, and they are indescribably precious, just like the beautiful shadow.

Her slender and graceful figure is moving and cold while walking and moving.

Moving his eyes upward, a magnificent face came into view.

His eyebrows are like mountains and rivers.

That was the stunning beauty that Lu Qingshan was extremely familiar with.

Xia Daoyun.

However, the Xia Daoyun of today is different from the Xia Daoyun that Lu Qingshan was familiar with.

In the past, although she was cold and cold, she was never as noble and aloof as she is now, as if she had the authority to control everything.

Moreover, Xia Daoyun is no longer wearing an elegant blue shirt, but a golden robe.

The palace door opened and Xia Daoyun walked out silently.

She was used to traveling around the city with both feet.

Walking through the wet streets, we passed Kaiyuan Gate, Jinguang Gate, Yanping Gate, Anhua Gate...and then Guangming Gate until we reached Xuanwu Gate.

Many of the palace doors opened by Li Qiubei's sword that penetrated Chang'an back then have now been repaired.

The sword named Niu Er, which can open the gate of heaven, is now held by her.

Xia Daoyun walked on the street after the first spring rain, his footsteps were silent, and before he knew it, he had arrived outside Chang'an.

She looked back and saw Chang'an in her eyes.

On the towering city wall, there was also a woman, a slender woman, looking at her silently.

Their gazes seemed to penetrate endless time and space.

"Don't worry." Finally, Xia Daoyun withdrew his gaze and said softly: "Chang'an, I am here."

At the same time, a golden dragon, which seemed both tangible and invisible, was looming behind Xia Daoyun. It suddenly raised its head high and let out a long roar toward the sky.

It resounds throughout heaven and earth.

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