"It seems I missed a lot..."

Seeing the Dark King being repelled, Shen Ming almost died during this period of time, he missed a lot of things. But one thing is certain, the old man in front of him defended the dignity of the human world and regained some of the things that belonged to the human world!

"thump!"

Everyone looked in the direction and found that Old Man Bao was kneeling on the ground, tears kept pouring out from his turbid eyes.

"Senior... go all the way!" Song Qiming's voice was trembling. He could not control the emotions in his heart at all. Only their generation knew the meaning of the name Wang Ritian.

That invincible person in the world became a true legend at the last moment of his life! A legend that only a few people know!

Among the people present, only Old Man Bao, Yizhisha and Dimu knew the true identity of the young figure.

Although they were not in the same camp, Iinosa and the Mother of the Temple bowed deeply to the majestic figure at this moment. This was out of respect for the strong and gratitude for him to win respect for the world!

"The Templars obey the orders, and use the Parthenon Temple to be the most etiquette and bury the saint!" Yizhisha's voice resounded throughout the sacred mountain. The stunned Knights Jin Yao looked at the majestic and standing figure. They clearly lost their breath, but why did they still retain that shocking momentum?

At this moment, a fiery red figure came from a distance like a meteor.

"That's... the forbidden curse!" Hailong looked at the figure that was coming from a distance and suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

Why are there any powerful people who are forbidden curse coming here now? All this is in chaos and cannot be over!

The fiery red figure directly hit the sacred mountain, and the smoke and dust dissipated, it was Hongwu.

"Old Wang, I got it! I got it..." Hong Wu was like a child at this moment, cheering and excitedly running towards Wang Ritian. He was accidentally mixed by the steps of the sacred mountain, but he didn't care at all. His anxious and joyful look rolled and crawled to Wang Ritian's side.

Looking closely, Hongwuyi was still stained with blood on the mountain, and he looked very embarrassed, as if he had just experienced a big battle.

This sudden change made the Jin Yao Knights a little at a loss.

"Lao Wang, I got the fruit. Let me tell you, that old thing on Mount Fuji cannot beat me. I always remember what you taught me.

He was beaten like a dog by me, and I got the fruit of the tree. As long as you eat it, everything will be fine." Hongwu took out a fiery red fruit from his arms and tried it carefully, afraid that a grain of dust would stick to it.

Hongwu respectfully delivered it to Wang Ritian's mouth, but Wang Ritian, who had long lost his vitality, smiled with his lips pursed and his eyes were still as kind as before.

"Lao Wang, why don't you eat it? This was picked by me through a lot of hardships."

Hongwu's voice gradually choked up and he was still talking on his own.

"You are scolding me... Xiaowu I really want to hear you scolding me! Lao Wang, you speak! You... speak!"

Hongwu was already crying and knelt at Wang Ritian's feet.

"Call me! Old Wang!" Hong Wushuang hit the ground with all his might, hugging Wang Ritian's legs, and shouting loudly.

The heart-wrenching roar shocked everyone's heart. The sudden forbidden curse powerful man actually knelt at Wang Ritian's feet like a child.

"Senior, this person in front of you has passed away. Please mourn me. We will bury him with great burial!"

Looking at this scene, one of the Jin Yao knights mustered up the courage to walk forward and said comfortably.

"Get out! What are you saying? Old Wang, how can you die? He is invincible in the world, who can let him die?" Hong Wu pushed away the Jin Yao Knight, trembling hands and stroked Wang Ritian's cheek.

"Lao Wang and the others lied to others. They said you were dead, so I don't believe it! This fruit is not delicious... I will take you to pick all the fruits on the tree until you find the one you want to eat." Hong Wu said, and as he said that, he was about to pick up Wang Ritian's body.

However, Wang Ritian seemed to be integrated into the sacred mountain, and no matter how hard Hongwu tried, he could not shake it.

"Old Wang, why don't you leave? Don't you want to leave?" Hongwu became completely crazy, and he became treacherous.

Finally, Hongwu knelt in front of Wang Ritian, holding the bright red fruit in his hand without moving.

There are so many farewells in the world. I used to think that there were many farewell rituals, but no way of farewell is carried out in the way we imagined.

The tears of parting can never be restrained in imagination, but I never know that when you face it, the despair blocks your throat and makes you unable to make a farewell sound.

...

...

That year, there was a man who looked 30 years old and dressed in rags kneeling in front of Zixia Palace.

After a while, a seven or eight-year-old child wearing Taoist priest costume walked out of Zixia Palace.

"Are you a beggar? Huashan is so high, how did you get up?" The child looked at the person in front of him curiously.

The man still knelt down and said silently. The little Taoist priest was even more curious and pointed at the man and said, "The master said, you are almost 30 years old and are not suitable for awakening again. Even if you wake up, you won't achieve much. Don't kneel down."

The man was still silent, still saying nothing, his body was already trembling with cold, his lips were purple, and he was still kneeling there.

"What a weird person..." The little Taoist priest scratched his head. He didn't know what the man was obsessed with, but he was thinking about such a cold day, wouldn't he feel freezing?

...

The next year, a strange thing happened in the world. The bandits from the Eighteen Villages of Qingshui were killed. There was a banner hanging at the gate of the village, saying: The murderer, Wang Ritian.

At this point, Wang Ritian's name spread throughout the world!

In the next ten years, whenever the demons in various places were in turmoil, a simple man would appear, saving the people from the water and fire in the despair of the crowd. Few people had seen him, and they didn't know anything except his surname Wang. Some people said that he might be Wang Ritian back then.

If you push further down, few people know the name Wang Ritian.

It was not until that humiliated history that Wang Ritian suppressed the four major forbidden curses of Japan with his own strength, three died and one seriously injured, and Wang Ritian's name came again, but only a few people still knew about it.

...

That year, four geniuses came by the West Lake River. At that time, they were all ambitious and wanted to achieve something.

But I happened to be heard by an old man fishing beside him. The old man asked them four: "If you want to change this world, just a few of you high-level magicians?"

One of the boys, when he heard the old man say this, he retorted with some displeasure: "Sooner or later, we are contemporary geniuses!"

"Haha... Then I want to see, how many hard bones are there!"

The old man's eyes made the four of them breathless in an instant, and they even had the urge to kneel down. But this time the old man was surprised that the four little guys actually withstood his pressure.

The old man was a little playful and deliberately used some more force. Three of them couldn't help it and took a step back. Although they didn't kneel down, they all looked very embarrassed.

However, there was a young man who surprised the old man. He directly had a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth, and he didn't take a step back and stared at the old man.

"What's your name?" the old man asked interestingly.

The boy knelt down directly, ignoring the blood at the corner of his mouth, and said loudly: "Boy Hongwu, please accept me as your disciple!"

Seeing this, the other three people knelt down. They could see that the old man was definitely a hidden master.

"Sir, please accept us as disciples!"

"Hahaha... Interesting, I really haven't had the idea of ​​accepting disciples, but seeing you little guys is really my appetite. My original name is Wang Shouchen, but people in the world like to call me Wang Ritian." The old man said with a big laugh, and after that, he put down his fishing rod, as if he didn't intend to pay attention to these four little guys.

The four young men looked at each other, and had already understood the old man's intention in their hearts. They stood up, patted the dust of their clothes, and hurriedly followed.

The four of them followed him to Lingyin Temple and ran into an old muscular man doing push-ups. The man watched Wang Ritian return, and there were four young people behind him, so he couldn't help but be interested.

"Oh, I said oh my god! You are..."

"The four newly acquired disciples are all very talented... I said, monk, what's the point of practicing your muscles? I can't withstand my punch!" The old man waved his fist and said jokingly.

"You fart, have the ability to punch a punch. Labor and capital will let you see what a macho man is?" The old monk hammered his strong muscles and signaled the old man to punch and see.

"This is what you said..." The old man smiled, as if he had spitted with both hands, rubbed his hands, and punched with all his strength.

The old monk flew out directly. I don’t know how far it was. After a while, I heard a roar. Thick smoke had risen from the hills in the distance.

Four young men followed behind him were already stunned, their mouths were as big as eggs. They thought even more firmly that they must follow their master to learn their skills in the future and try to blast the muscle master so far away.

Time passed in a flash, and the four young men also grew old, each with their own achievements.

Two of them became principals of prestigious schools, one inherited the family business, and the other relied on his own intent to form a magic association.

The old man who was fishing by the West Lake... was staying next to a broken warehouse, basking in the sun and drinking wolfberry tea every day, feeling very uncomfortable.

Not long after, the domestic situation suddenly became chaotic, and the old man's four apprentices made a lot of noise.

The four of them reported the good news to the old man. When the old man heard about this, he just smiled, took a sip of wolfberry tea and said, "You should continue to work hard!"

After that, there was no future. Reality made people compromise. At that time, the four ambitions of young people began to hit walls after their initial success.

It was after that that no one was embarrassed to meet the old man anymore. But no one knew that their young behavior had put them in a dangerous place several times, and the old man secretly helped them settle it.

...

That year, snow fell on Mount Hua. That year, there was a circulating in the rivers and lakes that killed one person with ten steps and no one left without leaving a thousand miles. That year, Japanese pirates were rampant and suppressed the four thieves. That year, fishing in West Lake, and accidentally got four disciples. That year, kicking the little Taoist priest in Huashan and punching the old monk Linyin Temple.
Chapter completed!