Chapter 2402: This Gate

Jiang Mengxiong defeated You Qinxu, the first real person in Zhongzhou, in Huoshui in the year 3882 of the Dao calendar.

Then, Zong Dezhen, the head of Yujing Mountain, came to him to let him know what the so-called "first in Zhongzhou" really meant.

It was the Qi emperor Jiang Shu who saved him from death. But he was not able to escape the crime and was thrown into the extreme north glacier. Zong Dezhen pressed out the extreme cold prison with one hand and tortured Jiang Mengxiong for five years.

Obviously, Jiang Mengxiong and You Qinxu were fighting fairly, and they met on the left side of the road. Both sides had their own awareness of this battle.

If Jiang Mengxiong lost and died, absolutely no one could say anything for him. But he won, but he had to learn an unwarranted lesson. As arrogant as he was, it is no wonder that he has been brooding over it for so many years without any guilt.

However, this is the reality.

Of course there is truth, but not everyone is qualified to speak.

Justice certainly exists, but before there are some forces that can trample on the rules, there must be equal forces to preside over it.

The premise of sitting down to discuss right and wrong is that you are qualified to sit down.

The second year after Jiang Mengxiong came out of the Arctic Glacier, the Qi-Xia War broke out, and Qi State became the hegemon of the world, dominating the Eastern Region.

What happened in Huoshui will never happen again!

In the later Xingyueyuan Tianjiao War, Jing Tianjiao was qualified to kill, and Qi Tianjiao also had the quota to kill.

Jiang Mengxiong defeated the first real person in Zhongzhou in a single-on-single battle, which was of course a manifestation of Qi's leap in national strength. But if you don't become a hegemon, you will always be an ant. In the era of the prosperity of the national system, facing Jing State, which stands at the top of the current order, you have no right to speak.

It is difficult to say whether Jiang Shu was stimulated by this incident when he insisted on fighting and had to throw everything for hegemony.

But history is moving forward vigorously in countless willingness and unwillingness.

The vast Marshal's Mansion of the State is quiet and silent.

Wang Yiwu looked into the sky - Jiang Mengxiong challenged Yu Zhaoluan to a duel in the sky. He stood here, of course he could not see anything, but he could not help but wait for the result.

He was not good at expressing himself and was always taciturn, but he was so lucky along the way. There was always a lighthouse in front of him, and his master was always what he dreamed of becoming.

When could he make a fist like this!

At a certain moment, he retracted his gaze, like a bowstring, and pressed his cold gaze back to the world. The sunset on the long street was like a full bow, and he saw -

Outside the Grand Marshal's Mansion, at the end of the long street, there was a donkey cart, slowly coming.

The donkey cart was a very ordinary donkey cart, and the green donkey pulling the cart was thin and old, and it was very difficult to walk. There was a not very high pile of grass on the cart, and a person who was not sure whether he was dead or alive was lying in the middle of the grass, motionless.

The setting sun was hanging alone, and the prosperous city was quiet and cold.

The creaking sound of the donkey cart was like a desolate erhu.

The one-armed doorman took a look and was about to step forward with great vigilance, but was stopped by Wang Yiwu.

So the donkey cart pulled this man slowly to the outside of the Grand Marshal's Mansion.

The old donkey stopped.

The man lying in the haystack stretched, sat up from the donkey cart, and then began to breathe.

It turned out that it was not a corpse.

This was a man with a scruffy beard and too unkempt, so he looked very sad. He sat on the donkey cart, opened his dead fish eyes, turned for a long time, and then fell on Wang Yiwu's face.

In the lifeless eyes, there was a spirit in an instant.

The god came.

The two people who were qualified to compete for the title of the strongest god in the world met like this.

"Wang Yiwu." The man on the donkey cart asked, "Do you know I'm coming?"

Wang Yiwu, standing under the plaque of the 'National Marshal's Mansion', was as meticulous as a carving knife: "But I can't predict the future."

"Then you stay here... Forget it." The dead fish-eyed man was too lazy to care more and said directly: "Come on!"

"Xiang Qian." Wang Yiwu looked at him: "Did you come to challenge me on purpose?"

It's interesting to say that the descendant of Xiang Fengqi and the descendant of Jiang Mengxiong, one traveled around the world, and the other was in the army. Both sides have already had a lot of fame and were often discussed by gossipers, but this was the first time they really faced each other.

Just as Wang Yiwu went to the Chaowendao Palace to "fulfill his old intentions." Xiang Qian, who chose to come and challenge Wang Yiwu on the eve of his true enlightenment, also had a mountain to see before he saw the truth.

That was the day when the sword of the previous generation of the invincible Xiang Fengqi was broken, and a young man fell into the abyss of despair.

He climbed for a long time before he climbed to Linzi.

"I'm not challenging you." Xiang Qian corrected seriously: "I'm Xiang Fengqi's disciple, representing the Weiwo Flying Sword today, and I'm here to challenge the Wuwo Killing Fist."

Wang Yiwu frowned: "The era of flying swords has been eliminated. Weiwo swordsmanship has also been completely broken."

"But I still exist." Xiang Qian said.

"Even if you beat me, it doesn't mean that Weiwo Flying Sword beats Wuwo Killing Fist." Wang Yiwu looked at him: "That's the way of my master, not mine."

Compared to Wang Yiwu, who was tough and cold, and a model of a soldier, Xiang Qian looked really decadent.

But he said slowly: "I will beat you, then pass you by, and then one day in the future, challenge your master, and use Weiwo Flying Sword to suppress his fist."

This sentence was not very powerful, like the ravings of a fool.

In short, it didn't show much determination.

But Wang Yiwu took it seriously: "You and I both know that this is an impossible thing to achieve."

"Which one is impossible?" Xiang Qian asked.

"You can't beat me. You can't beat my master even more." Wang Yiwu said.

The first one is impossible, the next one is unbelievable, and is about to be tested. But the latter one was impossible, and he believed it.

Jiang Mengxiong is too strong and getting stronger.

Like a peak that can never be reached and is always rising.

Along the way, he has come a long way.

But the mountain is higher.

But is the true brave the one who continues to succeed, or the one who tries his best to fail?

Qianqian just said: "Life is very long."

He will keep going.

Regardless of whether that goal can be achieved.

He never stops and sets off in the impossible direction.

This is his swordsmanship.

Wang Yiwu said nothing and turned sideways: "Come to the mansion. There is enough space for us to fight in the mansion. I can't go out these days."

He glanced forward briefly at the Marshal's Mansion, calculating how many steps he would have to take: "Can the donkey enter?"

"Probably not possible." Wang Yiwu said.

He sighed forward, like a patient who had been paralyzed for a long time, struggling to get off the donkey cart. At this time, a few bones were born, and he walked lazily to the Marshal's Mansion, and asked quite casually: "Why can't you go out? Will it affect your fighting status?"

"No." Wang Yiwu said: "It happens that we are banned for three days, and you happen to be here today. It's all a matter of convenience."

He walked forward and said, "It's a pity. If you can leave the house, you and I can choose a good place to follow the example of Jiang Wang and Dou Zhao and sell tickets in the Canglang Arena, and the streets will be empty."

Since Bai Yuxia became the restaurant owner, she has become more and more fond of settling accounts. I'm constantly thinking ahead, and sometimes I can't help but think about it.

Today, he and Wang Yiwu are stronger than Jiang Wang and Dou Zhao who competed in the Canglang Arena. It stands to reason that you won’t make less money.

Wang Yiwu glanced at him: "Unfortunately, no one may pay attention to this battle between you and me."

Xiang Xiang was surprised that this guy would say this. In his impression, Wang Yiwu was a very arrogant person: "Although this is a world of spiritual practice, those at the forefront are constantly changing history and innovating records. People like you and me A common cultivator of God’s presence is not a big cabbage, right?”

"Headmaster Da Luo has just arrived and is discussing with his master." Wang Yiwu said.

Qian Qian froze in place, and finally sighed for a long time: "Life is too long."

"Are you coming again?" Wang Yiwu asked standing there.

"Why not?" He walked forward lazily, weakly lifting his steps, and crossed the high threshold of the Grand Marshal's Mansion.

I once thought that I would only be able to wander outside Qi for the rest of my life. Even in my dreams at midnight, I didn't dare to touch this threshold, but now I have entered this door. So what's the reason not to keep going? Even though the road is long and the courtyard is deep.

Wang Yiwu stopped talking and quietly led the way.

He couldn't quite understand the meaning of doing something that was destined to fail.

But he could feel the burning vitality of the man named Qianqian behind him on this road.

He respects the strong.

He would respect with his fists.

…

…

In the alley outside the Grand Marshal's Mansion, a man with meticulously tied hair was sitting on a wooden wheelchair, calmly watching the sunset.

The setting sun slowly slid into the distance, still selflessly giving away the last bit of spring beauty.

He certainly wasn't just watching the sunset.

There were two very important battles today, and he wanted to know the results as soon as possible.

Of course, he could only wait for the first battle, but he had to watch the latter battle.

For two people who are also standing at the top of Shenlin and outside Dongzhen Gate, if they want to truly decide the winner, no one can hold back.

Of course he has great confidence in his junior brother, but his confidence cannot be buried in worries.

He knew that his junior brother was arrogant, so he just waited here silently.

It would be better if he didn't have to show up.

At a certain moment, he raised his eyes and saw an elegant figure condensed in the dusk light.

Extraordinary handsome appearance, like a fairy dragon.

The immortal dragon statue stands on the high wall, its clothes are fluttering, as if it is going to ride on the wind.

Thousands of rays of light fall on this body, and they fly freely like birds.

Those who should see him must see him. Those who cannot see Him will never see Him.

There are forbidden dharma at the head and end of the alley, but this dharma image appears silently.

Of course, the sealing technique he studied when sealing the human state was indispensable, but the perspective from the top is the key here.

"I was wondering if Lord Bowang was coming, but I didn't expect Jiang Zhenjun to come in person." Chen Zeqing said calmly.

Just like Wang Yiwu has people who care about him, he is not alone when walking forward in the world.

Xiang Fengqi used to be the invincible Dongzhen, and of course he made some friends, but none of them were qualified to intervene in his Taoist disputes.

Today's forward is different.

The friend he made at a young age has grown into the most elite person in the world. He is qualified to protect him in any battle in this world.

Immortal Dragon Dharma Minister smiled lightly: "It would be too rude to come quietly, so I made a little noise - what, I'm here to watch the battle. You continue."

Chen Zeqing smiled: "Watching whose fight?"

"It's hard to choose... I didn't expect that in addition to this main meal, there would also be a gluttonous banquet." Xianlong Faxiang folded his arms and said with a little pity: "I'd better watch the sunset with Brother Chen."

Chen Zeqing looked at him standing on the edge of the wall. The setting sun was hanging behind him, reflecting him brilliantly.

What an enviable gesture.

"Your Dao body dare not move lightly in Yunguo. Are you still worried about Yan Chunhui?" Chen Zeqing asked.

Chen Zeqing is basically responsible for Qiguo's external intelligence. His well-informed information is beyond the reach of many people.

Xianlong Faxiang did not deny: "Although we have signed a contract, but..."

He shook his head: "Maybe I am also a suspicious person."

"You are a man of your word, but you can't bet that Yan Chunhui will keep his word, and you can't bet that Yan Chunhui will always remain rational." Chen Zeqing said: "We all have people we cherish. I can understand."

Jiang Wang inexplicably remembered the person he met in the demon world that year, and the amazing shot.

"I always forgot to ask." Jiang Wang looked at his legs: "Your legs... Is there no way?"

If it can be helpful, it can be regarded as a kind of repayment.

Chen Zeqing lifted the old blanket on his knees, as if he had lifted a dusty night, exposing his legs in the dusk. You can see dense blood-colored ants crawling on them. There was no flesh and blood to be seen, only the occasional bone color. These legs... were completely eaten away by ant nests.

"There's nothing I can do."

He smiled calmly: "These are called blood soul ants. They are planted by the celestial demon with life blood. They are already connected to my life soul, and killing them is suicide."

"Do you mind if I come and see?" Jiang Wang asked.

"Why not?" Chen Zeqing smiled: "When I'm not busy with military affairs, I often observe them."

On countless lonely nights, I don't count stars, I watch ants.

The immortal dragon Dharma came down and helped Chen Zeqing push the wheelchair.

Endless light of sight and hearing shuttled through the "ant nest", and suddenly gathered into a beam, all returned to the eyes of the immortal dragon.

These lights made Jiang Wang's eyes very complicated, and he said slowly: "You have worked so hard these years."

Chen Zeqing smiled and shook his head: "It won't die. It just hurts a little."

There are of course many ways to relieve pain, and it is not difficult to cut off the pain.

But he can't help but feel pain.

Not feeling the actions of these blood soul ants is equivalent to giving up on himself.

"It involves the origin of life and soul, and it all returns to the source sea. Human power is beyond our control. Maybe there is a way to transcend." Jiang Wang said at last.

"Who knows?" Chen Zeqing smiled, pulled up the old blanket and covered it again. "I have gotten used to it over the years. There are only three small problems that prevent me from fully adapting. Pain is one of them."

Jiang Wang listened to him quietly.

"The second is..." Chen Zeqing said: "If these blood soul ants are not solved, I will never be able to develop the Tao in my life."

He was destined not to be able to develop the Tao, but he still inherited the Spring Death Army - after Cao Jie took charge of the Military Affairs Hall, the commander of this army was almost tacitly regarded as the core of the next Military Affairs Hall - which shows his military strategy.

Jiang Wang asked: "What about the third problem?"

Chen Zeqing said: "These blood soul ants can only be slightly suppressed in the present world. So I can never enter the Gate of Ten Thousand Monsters again in my life."

He gently stroked the texture of the old blanket, and there was an imperceptible sigh, as if only this problem made him painful. "I really want to go there."

"The demon world is not a place you have to go to. And everyone has their own battlefield." Jiang Wang asked: "Why do you want to go there?"

Chen Zeqing looked at the sunset in the distance: "My junior brother, in order to help me find a way to deal with the blood soul ants. He will never come back."