Chapter 712 Thirty Thousand Years in the Human World!

In the small ruined temple, the drunkard and the swordsman became drinking buddies.

Every night, the swordsman always brings back one or two prey.

A drunkard's wine gourd will always be filled with wine on time.

They drank in the ruined temple until dawn.

When drunk, the swordsman likes to talk.

For example, spiritual energy has declined. Nowadays, in the world of immortal cultivation, Yuanying is already a giant, and only a few transformed gods are lingering in the paradise of cave heaven.

Most monks practice Mortal Immortal Art and Bloodline Martial Arts.

Only a few sects adhere to the method of refining qi and are called ancient monks.

The greatest wish of a swordsman in this life is to learn how to bury the demon master, kill all the demons, and become the best swordsman in the world.

Later, after all the monsters nearby were killed, the swordsman shouldered his sword and set off again.

Before leaving, he gave the drunkard a jade pendant and told him that his name was Zhou Ying, from the Zhou family in Nanying City, and they agreed to meet again in the ruined temple in the future.

The drunkard saw some shadow of his old friend in the swordsman, so he took the jade pendant.

After the swordsman left, the drunkard became a person again, lifeless.

That day, he felt more tired than ever before, so he found a cave and fell asleep.

When I woke up, the ruined temple was gone.

Then I went to the Zhou Mansion in Nanying and found only one tomb.

The swordsman Zhou Ying has been dead for a hundred years.

It turned out that he had slept through an ordinary person's life.

The drunkard was disappointed and started wandering again, with only the black dog accompanying him.

That year, he returned to Nanshan, where he lived in seclusion, and the peach blossoms were blooming ten miles away.

But under the peach blossoms, the beautiful woman with a beautiful smile was no longer visible.

It's spring again on the Nanshan trails, and there are only peach blossoms but no people.

He stood in front of Yu Niang's grave for a long time, recalling every bit of the past.

Once upon a time, among his women, Yu Niang was the most unknown and least noticeable.

She would always be behind him silently, giving him the greatest support and handling the trivial matters at home in an orderly manner.

With Yu Niang here, you can always rest assured after your death.

Later, Bai Yu realized that it felt like home.

It's a pity that I realized it too late, the beautiful woman is no longer here.

This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss.

A sad suona played, and one person and one dog shed tears like rain.

I am a melancholy guest in the world. I know what happened to you, and I burst into tears. I recall my life with the sound of heartbreak.

Bai Yu and Lao Mo settled down in Nanshan Xiaozhu again.

In the box where Yu Niang was sewing clothes, he saw the letter Yu Niang left for him, asking him not to be sad but to cheer up.

Yu Niang said that meeting Bai Yu had already used up the greatest luck in her life, and she no longer expected to live forever.

Bai Yu looked at the letter and didn't cry, but he stopped drinking.

Living silently in the peach forest every day, as if Yu Niang is still alive.

The inner demon was still at work, but he didn't refine it, leaving the inner demon to look at Yu Niang's shadow a few more times.

Sometimes, Bai Yu would also think that Grandmaster Yuan Lei did not lose back then.

If there was a chance to make Yu Niang live forever, would he also build the Paradise Palace?

Year after year, until thousands of years passed, he did not figure out the answer.

But the inner demons have gradually dissipated, and the shadow of Yu Niang will no longer appear in front of his eyes.

Time is a terrible thing.

Even the inner demons cannot survive thousands of years.

Later, another round of evil calamity broke out.

Perhaps because the Xuanhuang Realm is far away from the Demon Realm, the demonic calamity this time is not too strong. Several demon commanders led the army of demons to invade this realm.

Then, there was another round of drama in which the Nine Swords of Destiny were born, and the nine reincarnated immortal species faced calamity.

With Bai Yu's secret help, this disaster was eliminated invisible.

After this demonic catastrophe, the power of Yuhua City grew stronger and stronger, almost becoming the strongest sect in the Xuanhuang Realm, calling itself the Xuanhuang Protector.

Simultaneously, the worship of Lord Bai became more and more fanatical.

After the calamity, Bai Yu took Lao Mo to Peach Blossom Village.

However, the former site of Taohua Village has become a vast ocean.

Lao Mo did not believe in evil and went to the bottom of the sea to try to find his hometown.

Thousands of years of vicissitudes have erased the last traces of Taohua Village, and cut off the path Bai Yu came from.

He seemed to be smiling but not smiling:

"It doesn't matter, it's all settled."

"From now on, there is nothing to worry about!"

Passing by the human world, I am used to seeing wind and snow.

From then on, he and Lao Mo became endless travelers in this world.

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The next tribulations will become easier each time.

As time went by, the spiritual energy slowly recovered, and the Xuanhuang world began to flourish again.

In this flash, thirty thousand years passed.

That day, Bai Yu drove a small boat to a small town.

There is a tofu shop in the city that makes excellent tofu.

Bai Yu took Lao Mo and ordered several bowls of bean curd each, one with sugar, one with salt, and one with mustard and coriander.

The boss was a talkative old man. There were not many customers at this time, so he took Bai Yu and chatted endlessly.

"Even though my shop is small, it has a long history."

"It is said that our old Song family was also prosperous in ancient times. Our ancestors relied on a family-protecting Bodhisattva to survive many disasters and finally spread their branches in Yunzhou."

"Unfortunately, as an old man, I am already a branch of the branch. My ancestors only learned the art of making tofu."

Bai Yu listened quietly and added a sentence from time to time, which made the old man talk more and more.

At this moment, a group of government officials were rampaging through the city, posting notices.

Old Songtou immediately changed his expression:

"What's wrong, we're here to collect the anti-magic tax again."

Bai Yu said curiously:

"Old man, what is the anti-magic tax?"

Old Songtou said:

"Yuhua Xianmen is the guardian of Xuanhuang, protecting the human world and fighting against monsters. Every year, they collect taxes and force people to perform corvée."

"It used to be collected every ten years, but somehow it was changed to once a year."

"Tax collectors in the city levy taxes everywhere. If they see a family that is not satisfied, they will impose this year's corvée on that family. If they come a few more times, the family will be ruined."

As soon as he finished speaking, a neighbor hurried over:

"Old man Song, it's bad, your family has been targeted again."

Old man Song's face turned pale:

"My son just performed corvée two years ago, and now he is still unknown whether he is alive or dead. Now there are only an old man and a little grandson left in the family. How can he perform corvée?"

The neighbor whispered in Old Man Song's ear:

"Old man Song, why don't you understand that Captain Zhang has taken a fancy to your family? Tofu shop."

"If you transfer the tofu shop to him now, he will naturally not ask you to do corvée."

"Otherwise, I'm afraid your grandson won't be able to be saved."

Old man Song's face was pale, and he fell on the stool with dull eyes:

"My tofu shop is the property left by my ancestors. It's almost two hundred years old. How...how come-"

Beside him, Bai Yu sneered in his heart:

"What a Yuhua Immortal Sect, what a Xuanhuang protector, the demon calamity has passed for many years, but the anti-demon tax is being collected more and more urgently."

"The hard work left behind has become a disaster."

He comforted:

"Don't panic, old man Song, I am somewhat familiar with Captain Zhang, let me talk to him."

Old man Song turned around and found that he was gone.

The next day, outside the Yuhua Immortal Sect, a flying sword came from the sky.

It broke through the Immortal City, injured the head of the Yuhua Sect, Leng Yuntian, and even the tomb of Bai Zhenjun was wiped out.

From then on, there was no more protector in Xuanhuang Realm.

Thousands of miles away, Bai Yu looked at him leisurely:

"After 30,000 years in the human world, it's time to ascend to the upper realm."