Chapter 185 Ancestors
As the train drove into the distance, smoke billowed, and the scenery of the land was unobstructed. The vast fields and mountain villages created a harmonious scene.
Many smoke-belching workshops appeared in the suburbs, not far from the city. They were large in scale and heavily defended with high barbed wire fences.
Outside the railway railings, there are many people wearing armor guarding the railway.
There are monsters in the wild. Monsters are ferocious, cruel, powerful, and can easily hurt people.
Of course, monsters don’t appear all the time. Monsters themselves also have to survive and reproduce.
They usually live in inaccessible deep mountains and old forests. Everywhere they go, they will quickly become overlords, and then they will dominate a place and multiply and prosper. When the environment reaches the limit of tolerance, they will cause harm to the world.
After all, monsters are wise and know how to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. They do not dare to go to the human world unless they have to, unless they really cannot survive.
Monsters invade the human world, which is the so-called beast tide.
At this time, the world will be devastated, and warriors and armies will work together to resist the invasion of monsters.
Therefore, in this era, people practiced martial arts in almost every town and town. Martial arts became an indispensable part of people's lives and one of the most widely employed professions. Martial arts schools were opened everywhere, and various sects began to grow.
That's why there are so many great masters in this era. It's not that people's qualifications have suddenly improved, it's just that martial arts has become more popular.
Xu Xuan closed his eyes and felt the changes in his body.
The state is in the late stage of foundation building, in fact, it is the peak of foundation building. The true energy in the body is like a big river, flowing endlessly, which is simply incomparable with the strands of hair at the beginning.
When the energy and spirit reach the peak, you can start forming elixirs.
Most of the exercises have been practiced to perfection, and there is no need to practice others.
Ordinary martial arts will not improve you much. The real foundation lies in Taoism. If Taoism is not enough, no matter how many spells you practice, it will not help.
Besides, this world doesn't need powerful spells.
"Except for the main spiritual object, I have obtained all the elixir-forming prescriptions."
The pill recipe was contributed by Hong Xiangling, but she didn't get any extra pills. She still relied on her bloodline to break through.
For sects at the Golden Core level, you still need to fight and compete with other immortal cultivators to obtain such things as pill-forming spiritual treasures.
"We can only look forward to the Feathered People's Ancestral Land."
Xu Xuan thought.
The train does not travel very fast and needs to stop for supplies along the way. The train can reach Chang'an in about seven days.
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Chang'an, Lishan.
A historic meeting is taking place at this time.
The whole city is on alert, the streets are cleaned, and elite soldiers are guarding every intersection. Their eyes are shining brightly, and their temples are bulging. You can tell that you are a master at first sight.
There was a lot of discussion in the taverns in Chang'an City.
After thirty years, the great master communicated with the emperor again.
The meeting place was at the legendary Lishan Mountain, a holy place in the hearts of Taoists.
This is another confrontation between Jianghu and the secular world, and it is also a new round of reshuffle.
Lishan, Wuyouyuan.
Everything is still the same as it was a hundred years ago, except that the trees have become taller and there are more palaces.
In addition to Wuyou Garden, Lishan also has a summer resort. Most of the people on the mountain have been cleared out. In addition to the personal guards, there are also the emperor and the prince.
The animal-headed fountain, the ground paved with white jade, the pavilions, carved dragons and painted phoenixes all show the royal atmosphere.
There were big golden koi carps in the pond. There were two people standing by the pond, a middle-aged man in golden robes with a long beard and a majestic appearance, and a young man in his early twenties who looked very similar to the man.
This is Emperor Li Congwu and Prince Li Cundao.
"Father, will the great master really come?" the prince asked.
Since this generation of emperors, the differences between the imperial court and Da Zhenren have become more and more obvious, and the two sides have even stopped communicating.
If the two sides were not equal in strength, there would have been an irreversible conflict. Twenty years later, the emperor took the initiative to invite Da Zhenren, which led to this meeting.
"I'll come." Li Congwu smiled slightly, "Come for a walk with me."
The Li family has never paid attention to rules. In other words, a powerful emperor does not need to use specific titles and taboos to show his majesty. In private situations, the emperor usually calls me.
The two were walking on the bluestone road, with flowers, plants and trees planted on both sides.
There are also tombs in the forest. Except for the renovation of the tombs, nothing else has been touched.
"This is the tomb of Lu Jing's ancestor, the first generation of great masters. Our Feng Ancestor worshiped under his sect back then." Li Congwu rolled up his sleeves and walked to the tomb to pull up weeds. The prince saw this and came to help.
After doing this, Li Congwu clapped his hands and continued to wander.
"This is Kou Zhen, Fengzu, Xunzu, Gu Hanwei, Sun Simiao, the founding ancestor..."
Rows of tombs stood quietly, and the prince felt a sense of solemnity in his heart, as if he was witnessing history with his own eyes.
Li Cundao could recite the deeds of the owners of these tombs with his eyes closed. Now seeing the last remains left by them is like traveling across time and space to that magnificent era.
Lishan Mountain has been closed for a long time. Since the death of Taizu, their grandfather ordered that no one should be buried in this mountain. The royal family has a summer resort on the mountain, and this place is still a forbidden area.
Even though the royal family had supreme power, out of reverence and worship for their ancestors, they did not dare to disturb their peace.
It was also the first time for the prince to come to the back mountain, and he knew little about it before.
My father brought me here today, wouldn't it prove something...
Thinking of this, the prince felt a little happy in his heart.
The further you go inside, the more ancient it becomes, and the surrounding area is a bit chaotic. In front of you is the endless Xiangfei Bamboo Forest.
"The bamboo forest in this place is not the bamboo forest of the past. This place was originally the retreat place of Zhenjun." Li Congwu said.
"Is the true king's grave also here?" the prince asked.
Li Congwu smiled and shook his head and said: "No, the true king has no grave, only the dead have graves. How can the immortal who has been watching for a long time die?"
"This..." The prince's pupils shrank and he looked shocked, "Is the legend true? Why has the true king never appeared for more than a hundred years?"
"Is there still a lie? The True Lord has always been there, like the invisible avenue. His time is different from ours. Mortals rush for hundreds of years, but for gods, hundreds of years are just a long period of closure. Maybe when will the True Lord return? Now in this world, I don’t know if I have this blessing.”
Li Congwu sighed and vaguely remembered the person his grandfather had been thinking about before his death. His grandfather Li He had met Xu Xuanzhenjun when he was young. At that time, Xu Xuanzhenjun had been alive for more than a hundred years, and he still looked as handsome as he did when he was young.
At the end of his life, his grandfather seemed to be possessed by a man and frantically searched for a way to live forever, which left a deep impression on Li Congwu at the time.
At the same time, he also developed a yearning and admiration for the only true immortal in the world.
The "Blood God" Li He, who has defeated all the invincible opponents in the world, cannot achieve immortality, but Xu Xuan, who is the immortal immortal when he appears, must be so powerful.
"I brought you here today. You already have a guess in your mind, so I don't need to say more."
Suddenly, Li Congwu stopped leaving, and Li Cundao stood beside him, lowered his head, not daring to look at his father's face.
"I want to tell you, don't think that the emperor's power is natural. If you don't pay your due obligations, enjoy yourself, and act recklessly, it is natural for others to kill you. What's more, there are real immortals everywhere above us."
"My son, I will keep this in mind."
The trip to Lishan Mountain was a compulsory course for the Li family royal family. After knowing that the true king still existed, Li Cundao put away his pride and complacency.
Everyone came to the edge of the cliff.
There is a large rock on the edge of the cliff, which looks very abrupt for some reason.
"This is the cliff where Zhenjun divides his treasures. This stone is where Zhenjun divides his treasures. Everything started from this big stone." Li Congwu's relaxed expression turned away and he became serious.
This is an important node for the great development of martial arts.
Xu Xuan also did not expect that the big stone he left behind would be like a sacred object in the eyes of the world.
What is precious is not the stone, which is just a stone that can be seen everywhere, but the meaning contained in this stone; no matter how ordinary things are, stained with the weight of history, they are the supreme divine objects.
"Yes, the source of everything."
At this time, a magnetic male voice came from behind the two of them.
The two turned around and saw a young Taoist wearing a Xiaoyao scarf and purple robe standing in front of them.
Judging from the gray hair on his temples, this person must be quite old.
Yun Wuya!
Li Cundao almost jumped up. For this guy who had been fighting with the royal family for decades, he was worried that the other party would suddenly kill someone.
"Brother Yun, long time no see." Li Congwu smiled and cupped his hands.
"Brother Li!" Yun Wuya returned the courtesy and looked at Li Cundao, "Who is this...?"
"The eldest son Li Cundao!"
"Cundao pays homage to Senior Yun!" Seeing that the two of them were not at war with each other, Li Cundao saluted with a wink.
"Not bad, a talented person."
A few people chatted for a while.
Li Congwu suddenly asked: "Brother Yun is going to break through Grandmaster Tianxiang?"
"Not yet, but soon."
The two of them were like old friends who hadn't seen each other for many years.
Suddenly, Li Congwu got down to business and said, "What's my proposal? Collect magic weapons from all over the world and destroy the demon nest."
The tide of monsters has brought great obstacles to the development of the country. This is something that the sects practicing in the deep mountains and old forests do not understand.
Mines, railways, and farms need to hire many martial arts masters to guard them, which increases labor costs. The salary of one martial artist is comparable to that of twenty or thirty workers.
"It's impossible. The divine weapons can be in the hands of other people. One or two pieces are fine, but they cannot all be concentrated on one person. This is the ancestral system and no one can violate it."
"Then I will take a step back. The magic weapon can be returned. You are responsible for using it. I will not touch it at all."
Yun Wuya smiled bitterly and said, "No, I don't have confidence in my control. I'm afraid I won't be able to return by then."
Isn't this a test of yourself?
Who can resist the temptation to collect all thirteen pieces?
The two of them joined forces to collect the magic weapons, which was not difficult at all, but what about their return later?
He also didn't believe he could resist the temptation of the magic weapon.
"Then let's have a fight. We can't convince each other, so we can only speak with our fists." Li Congwu was full of fighting spirit and gathered murderous intent.
"good!"
boom!
At this time, the train is about to enter Chang'an.
(There will be another chapter later)