Behind Lu Chen, an old man wearing gray linen clothes and disheveled hair stood there with a kind smile.

His stature is not tall, and his waist is a bit stooped, but his aura matches that of the stars, making it impossible to feel the slightest inconsistency.

If he were not several feet away and his figure was not revealed, even Han Muye would not be able to see this person.

Lu Yuzhou, deputy director of Zhongzhou Imperial City Academy in Tianxuan World.

A figure at the pinnacle of Confucianism and Taoism.

Lu Chen finally came to his senses and turned around slowly.

Han Muye could see his fists clenched and his back straight.

Lu Yuzhou had a complicated look on his face and sighed softly: "Idiot, why bother to come?"

"Peng"

Lu Chen punched Lu Yuzhou in the face, knocking Lu Yuzhou to the ground.

"You are a traitor, you are a traitor," Lu Yuzhou shouted in agony as he covered up his nosebleeds.

Han Muye's eyes widened as he watched Lu Yuzhou being punched and kicked by Lu Chen in front of him.

"I told you to leave without saying goodbye!"

"I told you to leave the mess in the imperial city to me!"

"I owe you a lot of debt and you won't pay it back!"

…

Lu Chen gritted his teeth and waved his fists, completely unlike a Confucian and Taoist master.

Lu Chenzhou was holding his head on the ground, and he was still shouting, "You traitor, I shouldn't have given birth to you and then turned against you, and crushed you to death with one finger. I should have shot you against the wall back then"...

Later, Lu Yuzhou stopped shouting and seemed to be about to expire, twitching on the ground.

In the distance, Su He and the Xuanyang guards turned their faces.

Han Muye felt that he should step forward to stop it.

After all, Confucianism emphasizes respect and inferiority. It is really rare to see this son beating me so hard.

No, I really want to beat him to death. Wasn’t the favor I just sold in vain?

"Ahem, Lu Yushi, senior Lu Yuzhou's cultivation is consistent with the stars. He is now in his twilight years. I'm afraid he won't be able to withstand the beating."

"How about you hit it more gently or slowly?" Han Muye stepped forward and spoke loudly.

Lu Chen's raised fist froze and he slowly retracted it.

Turning around, he looked at Han Muye, and then sighed softly: "Brother Han, our family is really unfortunate..."

On the ground, Lu Yuzhou, holding his head, turned over and turned his face away.

Han Muye looked around and said softly: "Lu Yushi, how about we change the place and talk again?"

"Let's go, I'll take you somewhere." Before Lu Chen could answer, Lu Yuzhou had already stood up, patted the dust on his robe, and strode forward.

This figure is strong and strong, unlike the way he pretended to be dead on the ground before.

Of course, if a major Confucian and Taoist cultivator who is expected to challenge the semi-saints wants to beat him to death with just fists and kicks, I am afraid it will take a full-strength physical cultivator in the realm of deity.

I don’t know if there is such a thing as spiritual body cultivation in this world.

Lu Yuzhou led the way, while Lu Chen and Han Muye walked side by side.

Behind, Su He and others were guarding with swords and followed quickly.

"Brother Han, are you really the guard of Western Xinjiang?" Lu Chen turned to look at Han Muye, with curiosity on his face.

Can the Western Xinjiang garrison have the combat power of a great Confucian and Taoist master?

Han Muye nodded and said, "It's all a coincidence."

Seriously.

Whether it's the little black sword, the Red Dust Curse that can cultivate Haoran Qi, or the crowd of people starting to gather from Zhongzhou, it's all coincidence.

Han Muye did not do this intentionally.

Lu Chen opened his mouth, but had nothing to say.

The cultivation of Confucianism and Taoism is one step at a time, one whip and one mark. It is the accumulation of endless hard study. When can there be any coincidence?

"You see, it's not enough to just study. You have to go out and walk more and gain insights."

Lu Yuzhou, who was leading the way, spoke very seriously.

"So you've been visiting the fireworks place outside the imperial city for many years, and you've gained a lot of experience?"

"I'll go and see it someday." Lu Chen snorted coldly.

Lu Yuzhou's shoulders trembled and he whispered: "Well, that can't happen. You are the eldest son of the Lu family, how can you go to that place?"

Hearing his words, Lu Chen's eyes flashed with gentleness.

Then, Lu Yuzhou's voice was heard: "I haven't been there for more than a hundred years, so the boat girl there must have changed a lot, right? Then it's okay, just go there..."

Anger flashed in Lu Chen's eyes.

Han Muye turned his head away and looked around.

Stretching wasteland without any life.

This star is already dead.

wrong!

Han Muye's eyes flashed brightly.

"Did you notice? Your senses are really sharp." Lu Yuzhou, who was leading the way, chuckled, flashed, and moved forward quickly.

Ahead, there is a lush forest of vegetation!

Among these dead stars, there is still a place with life!

Lu Chen was also stunned and hurriedly followed him.

Han Muye's speed was even faster, but with just one movement, he had already landed in front of the mountain forest.

It is said to be a mountain forest, but in fact it is just a dozen pine trees with a height of ten feet, and a half-dead grassland below.

In total, it is only about three to four feet in diameter.

But no matter how small it is, it still represents the last chance of life for this star.

As long as life is still alive, there is a possibility of reunion!

Han Muye leaned in front of a withered grass with a solemn look on his face.

He touched his head on the grass blades, and a soft light flashed in his eyes.

At this moment, he seemed to see the last stubbornness of the world here.

He saw the destruction of heaven and earth, the collapse of heaven, and the dissolution of living beings.

An old man wearing a robe and holding a jade ruler came here to protect the last chance of life.

The old man protects these plants and trees with his own Taoism, and turns his own practice into water vapor to water them every day.

Day after day, the old man's strength was gradually drying up.

These withered grasses have also reached their final moments.

But they all persisted stubbornly.

Lasted for hundreds of years.

Lu Chen, who came closer, had a solemn expression on his face, looking down at the withered grass and the few small trees.

"Humph, it's not even enough to nail the coffin boards for you." He whispered, but the expression on his face softened.

Lu Yuzhou grinned and slowly sat next to a small tree.

"Hey, I practiced for a while, but I didn't expect that one day I would be able to die with the stars."

In his eyes, the divine light gradually dimmed.

He has really run out of gas.

This place, the last place of vitality for the stars, has consumed all its power.

It's a pity that the stars cannot be revived, and he himself can only perish together.

In the distance, Su He and others who came in a hurry looked at each other, knelt on one knee and lowered their heads.

This is a sign of respect for a great Confucian and Taoist monk.

"There is also a star heart among these stars, which is considered a treasure."

"I have nourished this star heart with my soul and cultivation for hundreds of years. If you take it away, it does not violate the moral principles of heaven and earth."

Leaning his back against the tree trunk, Lu Yuzhou's body was filled with twilight energy.
To be continued...