A flash of surprise flashed in Han Yu's eyes, but he still listened quietly.
After hearing the end, a look of relief flashed in Han Yu's eyes.
"They followed me, so they suffered..." Han Yu sighed, his eyes wandering, as if he was recalling quite ancient past events.
A letter was sent to Jiuzhongtian in the morning, and was demoted to Chaozhou Road eight thousand in the evening.
As time goes by and changes occur, the Tang Dynasty, which was so powerful in the Middle Ages, has long since turned into dust.
And his name, Han Yu, is destined to remain in books only.
No one can compare to the great literary master of the past who would hide in this dark and boundless alien world and linger on.
"Buddhism has been destroyed. They have long betrayed the teachings of the past and are false Buddhas. I have an old friend who is the reincarnation of the ancient true Buddha. We should build a new Buddhism..."
Lu Yu said something about destroying Buddhism, but Han Yu still didn't show any emotion in his eyes and just listened quietly.
Countless years have passed, and all the hatred and resentment from that time have been turned into jokes.
In the harsh environment of the underworld, Han Yu had a sense of detachment and became a saint by the Zhangjiang River in Chaozhou. The so-called blessing is a blessing in disguise.
After listening to Lu Yu talk about many political affairs of the Qin Dynasty, Han Yu sighed: "Your ideas are too advanced. There are some things that even I have to savor carefully. Your master is not an ordinary person. He is out of the world... I didn't expect it."
Beyond heaven, there is heaven beyond heaven!”
The two people talked quietly, and from Lu Yu's mouth, Han Yu learned everything that happened in the outside world.
Lu Yu had nothing to hide, he could see that the old man in front of him could not hold on for too long.
The two of them had only known each other for less than a day, but Lu Yu had read through the collected works of Han Yu. As the saying goes, he knew a lot about Han Yu.
The hero is dying and getting old. Lu Yu plans to give this old man a satisfactory state of mind and leave this world.
When talking about the rise of the Tang Dynasty, the old man shook his head, his eyes showing a kind of despair. He was not optimistic about Li Ji.
"Let's go, your strength is pretty good, even stronger than when I was at my peak. With your help, I should be able to completely suppress this demon!"
Han Yu slowly stood up and walked out of the cave.
Lu Yu saw Han Yu's soul getting weaker and weaker, and couldn't help but said: "Senior, I have many treasures that can nourish the soul."
Han Yu shook his head and did not accept it.
He seemed to have completed all his missions, looking free and easy and walking briskly.
Lu Yu sighed and followed suit.
…
Outside the valley.
Dark clouds covered the sky, and storms swept across all directions, causing natural disasters.
The sand and dust swallowed everything up, and the mobile fortress set up by the Duan family was crumbling. It could no longer hold on in the wind and sand.
Xingzu stood in the storm at this moment, letting the terrifying strong wind blow around him, but his expression remained unchanged.
"Disappear into thin air?"
Xingzu's eyes swept across the four directions, and in his eyes, there was a Bagua pattern, rotating back and forth.
He had seized Duan Changqing's body at this moment. With this ghost king's physical body, he was even more powerful and unfathomable.
However, now, in Xingzu's perception, Lu Yu's whereabouts are unknown.
"The repulsion of heaven has not dissipated, but I cannot stay in this world for too long..."
Xingzu murmured to himself, and his eyes suddenly fell on a group of Duan family members kneeling in the distance.
"You guys, commit suicide."
As Xingzu's order was issued, the Duan family members immediately committed suicide on the spot without any hesitation.
The blood gushes out like spring water and is gathered into the palm of Xingzu's hand, writing an ancient evil rune in the void.