Chapter 270

As Qiao Mu left, the eyes of thousands of people fell on the founding emperor who was in a pool of blood, adjusting his breath and healing his injuries outside the Jinluan Palace.

Penetrate ten thousand imperial guards, assassinate the emperor of the dynasty, defeat the founder of the country...

In the end, they were able to escape out of the palace openly and no one dared to stop them.

At this point, the majesty of the Great Yan royal family has disappeared, and even the legendary founder of martial arts has lost all face and the aura that enveloped him.

Taizu Yan faced the thousands of gazes with an expressionless expression as he used his energy and breath to heal his injuries.

He naturally knew what these imperial guards and flying fish guards were thinking.

Yan Taizu looked up at the sky. At this time, the night was low, and the bright moon had been obscured by clouds, making it dark.

At this moment, he could be said to be in the darkest moment of his life in more than two hundred years.

All pride, reserve, decency.

All gone.

"This is what it feels like to lose miserably." Yan Shenji lowered his eyelids.

He has been invincible in the world two or three hundred years ago, and has never been defeated. He has always looked down on the heroes of the world, sitting in the deep palace and watching the ebb and flow of the world. He considers himself the only immortal person in the world, and has never been defeated for two hundred years.

Taizu Yan thought about it carefully.

If time could be turned back and the previous battle was repeated, as long as he was more decisive and used the secret medicine he had collected, he would still be 40% sure of winning.

His physical strength is not as strong as Qiao Mu's, and Qiao Mu's internal energy is not as strong as his.

If the Human King Sword is added, the chance of victory can reach 80%.

But these are all hindsight.

The battle between martial artists is not about who has bigger muscles or who has more inner strength. Both sides stand up and show off their panels. Whoever has a higher panel will be more awesome. The one who is inferior will send it directly.

The chance of victory is only a matter of millimeters.

After a moment's hesitation, he collapsed a thousand miles away.

In Yan Taizu's eyes, he was indeed desperate to lose. After all, Qiao Mu was seriously injured as a result.

It's just that he also mastered the miraculous skill of Wu Qizheng's thousand transformations of flesh and blood, plus the perfect disintegration of demons, making him more desperate than other martial artists.

Hesitation leads to defeat.

As for being decisive... being decisive would cost Qiao Mu one life at most.

At that time, Yanshenji will be able to usher in the third stage of the resurrection of the full-blooded tree, which is gratifying.

"Is this the progress of today's martial arts?" Yan Shenji looked at the sky alone.

At three hundred years old, he can be said to be the most powerful man at the pinnacle of ancient martial arts in the world.

But he is only the strongest person in ancient martial arts.

Just like the songs people listen to on their mobile phones and computers, most of them stay in the era of their youth.

Yan Shenji often praises the progress of today's martial arts, such as the eight steps of super-grade Qinggong Tianlong, such as sword banishing immortals, martial arts saints, etc., such as the thousand changes of flesh and blood displayed by Qiao Mu...

But in fact, he has been stuck in a complacent era nearly three hundred years ago, when he was already invincible.

His most proud martial art was the "Emperor's True Kung Fu" he created when he was still in his prime.

This is actually a kind of arrogance of old-timers.

He praises the progress of today's martial arts, but in fact, he always thinks that he is the strongest. The so-called Tianlong Eight Steps Qinggong is unique in the world, but he cannot escape from his grasp.

He has never really looked at today's martial arts, but looks down at the world's martial arts from an arrogant perspective of an older generation.

What about the eight steps of heaven and dragon, the myriad changes of flesh and blood...novelty is novelty, but it is nothing more than miraculous skills.

But now this arrogance has been shattered and disintegrated with the first disastrous defeat in more than two hundred years.

"Talents come out from generation to generation, and new generations replace old ones."

"But Qiao Jin who defeated me was an ancient man from the previous dynasty who was older than me, but he practiced today's new methods..."

From Yan Shenji's point of view, this battle can actually be regarded as...

A duel between ancient and modern martial arts.

And he has failed miserably.

Yan Shenji stood up and directed the royal family's descendants, the Royal Forest Army and others to regroup and clean up the mess tonight.

Rather than the level of martial arts, Yan Shenji was actually more concerned about the state of mind of Qiao Jin, an immortal who was older than him.

Suddenly, he had a thought in his mind and looked up.

Among the clouds in the night sky, a white-haired Taoist figure suddenly appeared standing in the air. It was Qingyi, the Yuan Ying elder of the Dao Dao Sect.

"Elders of the Dao Dao Sect, are you here to see my joke?" Yan Shenji said calmly.

The Yanshenji at this time can be said to be the darkest moment of life in more than two hundred years.

All the glory and honors, along with his tragic defeat, became a stepping stone for the Qiao family to become famous.

"Victory and defeat are common matters for military officers. I just want to discuss business with the old emperor." Elder Qingyi said:

"Qiao Jin has not gone far, and there are still some ordinary soldiers around him. These are his burdens."

"A burden?" Taizu Yan raised his eyebrows.

"Not bad." Elder Qingyi explained:

"That stone city is actually a magic weapon refined using immortal refining methods. It's just that the refiner is not very skilled at it and is probably a wild cultivator of immortality who has become a monk."

"It is not difficult for us to destroy that stone city and the people in it."

"Besides, old emperor, you still have some backup plans, right?"

"How about you and I joining forces?" Elder Qingyi asked:

"You take action to entangle Qiao Jin, and I will use my magic to help you. You and I will take action together, and we are 90% sure that we can kill Qiao Jin."

Although immortal cultivators look down upon ordinary warriors.

But Taizu Yan is the master of the Human King Sword. Yan Taizu, who holds the Human King Sword in his hand, is indeed worthy of the discernment of Elder Qing Yi.

Elder Qing Yi's plan was also very loud. If Taizu Yan agreed, then naturally this warrior would be the vanguard, and he would be high in the sky and use his magic to hurt people from a distance.

Regardless of success or failure, he will not take any risks as he is high in the sky.

The only one in danger is Taizu Yan. The worst he can do is use his escape technique to run away.

cooperate?

Taizu Yan did not agree immediately. There was a thoughtful look on his face, as if he was deep in thought.

After a moment, he suddenly asked:

"I heard that immortal monks cultivate a pure Taoist heart, so they have to cut off distracting thoughts and abandon all emotions and desires?"

"Not bad." Elder Qingyi nodded:

"Could it be that your request is... a method of cultivating Taoism? If we can get rid of Qiao Jin's life this time, it's not impossible."

"The earthly world is bitter and turbid. If a cultivator wants not to be stained by the mortal world, he must naturally abandon distracting thoughts and cut off all worries in his heart..."

Taizu Yan seemed to be quite interested in this: "I would like to hear the details."

Elder Qing Yi glanced at Taizu Yan, thought for a moment and then said:

"Mortals are weak. Living in this troubled world, it is difficult for a mortal to survive, so he has a family and a clan."

"Ordinary mortals rely on family, clan, and blood ties to survive together in this troubled world."

"This is the way for mortals to survive, but it is only the way for mortals to survive."

Taizu Yan was thoughtful.

"Family and clan are, after all, places where weak people join together to stay warm. For the truly strong, there is no need to join together. One person can practice Taoism." Elder Qingyi said with profound meaning;

"When a person's heart is strong enough, he can ignore the ethical shackles of the world and face his own burdens."

"The cultivators talk about the Dharma of wealthy couples. The couple is a Taoist couple, not a wife and family. Those who can accompany each other in pursuing the Tao are Taoist couples. They are not simply tied to blood or ethical principles."

He tried to break through Taizu Yan's confusion.

In his opinion, Yan Taizu had lived for three hundred years to become like this, which was somewhat misguided.

In the past three hundred years, under the premise that Taizu Yan was sitting in the palace to guide the younger generations, not even a single super martial artist was born in the entire royal family.

The only emperor's grandson with outstanding qualifications died at a young age.

For a figure like Yan Taizu, being tied down by his family was somewhat delayed. He should have had a further future.

After Yan Taizu listened silently, he was also filled with emotion:

"The world is indeed filthy. An ordinary heart cannot withstand the passage of time. Beauty always ages easily. Heroes always grow old. If they cannot achieve immortality, they will never be able to transcend."

"No one can be strong all his life, and there will be no moments of depression or weakness in his life."

"The so-called people who never give up and are always determined actually only live in the stories made up by storytellers."

Elder Qing Yi frowned as he listened to Taizu Yan sigh, and wondered what kind of show this was going on.

The two parties are not acquaintances, so why are you so sad here?

However, after taking a closer look at Yan Taizu, whose clothes were stained with blood and whose face was decayed and desolate, Elder Qingyi also had a clear idea:

This was more than a disastrous failure.

This battle obviously shattered Yan Taizu's martial arts aspirations, so he pulled him to put aside his wounds in the middle of the night.

"It's just..." Taizu Yan sighed again:

"Ordinary people in this world have been struggling with their own weakness and cowardice throughout their lives, staggering forward."

The words have not yet fallen.

The King of Human Sword in his hand pointed at the sky, and an illusory chain emerged from the void and was tied to the back of the Qing Taoist.

Elder Qing Yi was helpless and fell to the ground in a panic.

The expression on Yan Taizu's face turned cold and hard, and he slowly approached with the Human King Sword in his hand.

"As expected, foreigners are ghosts. My injuries are so serious and I'm still stuck in the sky. It's a waste of my words."

Taizu Yan's obsession is the Great Yan Dynasty and the Great Yan Royal Family. Elder Qingyi wants him to cut off his obsession and give up his family, which is tantamount to a minefield.

"You want me to join forces with strangers to kill the people of Jiuzhou? You are a bit underestimating me." Taizu Yan looked at the Human King Sword in his hand and said calmly:

"If you don't have the capacity to accommodate others, how can you call yourself a king?"

The Human King Sword was originally the sword he used in his early years.

Many years ago when he was young and strong, when he held the King of Human Sword in his hand and rose up against the heroes of all walks of life, when he was not yet known as Taizu of Great Yan.

He once had another title that was well-known across Kyushu:

King of men.

Taizu Yan regarded all people in the world as subjects of the Yan Dynasty. If the people are strong, the country will be strong. Even if someone beats him, he still has the confidence to win in the end.

With a flash of sword light, Elder Qingyi was divided into two parts, but the two divided sections turned into thin pieces of paper, obviously a paper man.

The paper man's upper body was still staring at Taizu Yan:

"Old Emperor, I really underestimate you."

"The moment when your reputation, status, and face are all lost, and you are defeated miserably by your opponents, is this the time when you rebuild your heart in martial arts?"

"Thank you for your enlightenment: victory or defeat is a common thing for military officers." Taizu Yan said calmly:

"Who doesn't have timid moments? But life is very long."

Taizu Yan did not take action before and after the Yiren War forty years ago.

He thought he was the only immortal in the world, and thought he was invincible two hundred years ago, but he saw with his own eyes the difference between immortals and mortals.

The complex emotions involved cannot be explained to outsiders.

In his prime, Grand Ancestor Dayan would not bow down to the Nine Immortal Sects.

When the royal family was more than two hundred years old, they chose to keep a low profile.

And now the 300-year-old Yan Taizu...