The next day.

The sky is slightly bright.

Mu Qingsi's voice came from the yard. She was teaching Yu Wen Qingxiu the body tempering technique with a very stern expression. Yu Wenxiu also had a serious face and practiced steadily. Mu Qingsi looked pale and secretly took the medicine.

He took a healing pill and continued to teach his daughter sternly.

west.

Shuanglong Mountain is named after the undulating mountains resemble two crouching dragons.

There is a solitary grave halfway up the mountain.

There is a man sitting in front of the solitary grave, holding a sword in his arms and carrying a sword box behind him.

There is a line of words engraved on the tombstone of the solitary grave.

The tomb of his beloved wife Qiyao.

He is Wu Buhuan, the Drunken Sword Immortal. Qi Yao died in a battle with the demon clan five years ago. The Drunken Sword Immortal buried Qi Yao here and never left again. He got up to practice swordsmanship every day, sat down and hugged Qi Yao.

Sword, lie down and pillow on the sword.

At this time, there was actually a hint of sharpness on his body.

The sky is misty.

On the official road in the Central Plains, a meandering motorcade is moving forward.

This is the caravan, leaving Yao City and walking through the wilderness. In the mist and morning light of early spring, it is heading towards the distant city of Lou. In the era after the spiritual energy is exhausted, everything becomes difficult and slow.

The road was not smooth, even the official road. Three days after leaving Yaocheng, the terrain began to become rough. He had to ride a horse for free and walk beside the caravan. He was escorting these countless caravans as a bodyguard.

He is not really working as a bodyguard. He is traveling around the Central Plains, sometimes walking in various capacities. But this time he is acting as a bodyguard.

He is seeking!

The disappearance of the way of heaven and the exhaustion of spiritual energy are not only a catastrophe for the noble sects, but also a catastrophe for the devil. In fact, it is a catastrophe for the entire Tianxuan, whether it is human race, monster race, wild beasts, or even vegetation.

He is searching for the path, and he is also searching for the direction of the human race, and even more so, he is searching for the direction of the demonic path.

It's just that I feel more confused and hesitant.

"How long does it take to reach Loucheng?" Someone was talking next to me.

"It's far away!" Another person replied: "But across this mountain, there is a town called Shuanglong Town, where we can do some repairs."

At this time, they had already followed the winding mountain road, bypassed the side of the mountain, and began to walk down the mountain. Xu looked up at Shuanglong Mountain in the distance like two crouching dragons, and knew that Shuanglong Town was at the foot of Shuanglong Mountain.

Now that he has no magical powers, he has no sense of security in this era of perfect spiritual transformation. Because if a group of people comes up, they will only be beaten to death. Therefore, in the past twenty years since he began to travel to the Central Plains, he has been at every turn.

He drew his sword and stood up, and now he is at peace. It's not that he likes peace by nature, but to avoid trouble and to avoid frequent interference in his pursuit.

But twenty years of searching made him gradually despair. At first, he believed that the depletion of spiritual energy must be short-lived, and he was secretly happy in his heart.

Because the way of heaven disappeared and the spiritual energy dried up, the gap between him and the Tribulation Crossing monks has been greatly reduced. Moreover, this gap can be smoothed out or even overtaken by using the advantage of numbers.

For example, if he gathered a party and brought thousands of people with him, even Shi Kaitian, he firmly believed that he could besiege him to death. But he did not do that. As a top figure in the magic way, he knew that if he shoots the first bird with a gun, the more difficult he is.

When the world changes suddenly, the more excited the mind is, the less likely it is to make a decision, because the decisions made at that time are not rational, but emotional, and the results will not be good. So, he decided to travel and observe.

Then he saw that the Central Plains was in chaos, with forces from all sides rising together, even the Tianmeng could not suppress them, and countless forces united to threaten the four major sects.

How can the four major sects allow this threat to exist?

So a more grand and cruel war began. And even if the four major sects were defeated, they could not spread the battlefield to the entire Central Plains. In fact, this grand and cruel war was only limited to the four major sects.

Vast areas. Beyond these four vast areas, there are even more vast worlds. In the era before the spiritual energy was exhausted, these worlds were naturally under the jurisdiction of the Heavenly Alliance and feared the four major sects. But now is the era of spiritual energy exhaustion.

The four major sects are beyond reach of these vast places.

As a result, there was no Tianmeng in this vast area, and no threat from the four major sects. They began to grow wildly, gaining momentum, and conquered each other. There were battlefields everywhere, and the sky was full of wars.

He has seen demonic monks participating in these forces, he has also seen demonic monks leading a group of forces, and he has even seen countless demonic monks gathering together to revive the demonic way, and so on.

At the beginning, when he saw this, he was still vaguely excited. He paid attention to these demonic forces and hoped that they would succeed, even if they only occupied a small area of ​​​​cards, established their own base, and then expanded to the surrounding areas.

But the result disappointed him. He didn't see a single demonic monk's power succeed, and they all disappeared in the rolling river. He didn't take action, he just watched, and the more he saw, the more indifferent he became.

But also hesitant!

get lost!

The caravan entered Shuanglong Town at dusk and had to eat for free and stroll on the only street in the town. He developed a habit of observing as much as possible wherever he went.

right!

Just observing, not participating.

Therefore, no matter how big or small things happened in the past twenty years, he just watched and never participated. But the more he watched, the more confused he became. As he walked on the street, he felt depressed in his heart.

Suddenly there was a cry in front of him, and Xu Wuwei perked up slightly and walked towards the other side. He wanted to watch.

It was in front of a medical clinic. Since the advent of the era of spiritual energy depletion, such medical clinics in the mortal world have sprung up like mushrooms after rain. They have become a means of livelihood for many alchemists. After he came to the crowd, he saw a woman kneeling on the ground.

, was crying towards the hospital, and there was a young man lying on the ground next to her, his face was pale, his eyes were closed, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

No doctor appeared in front of the medical clinic. Instead, an apprentice blocked the door. He scolded with a cold face:

"Old Chang's family, you still owe your husband's medical fees. Our husband has said that you can't come in without money. Leave quickly and don't block the door here."

"Little sir, please..."

"roll roll roll……"

Xu Wuwen suddenly felt something in his heart, perhaps because he was still thinking about it. After watching from the sidelines for the past twenty years, an impulse to participate suddenly arose in his heart.

He still didn't move.

He is a calm person. At this moment, he does not want to get involved immediately. Although he is just helping a weak person and there is no danger at all. But the first thing he does is to reflect.

Why do you have this impulse?

He is a wise man, and after just a little thought, he understood the fundamentals.

I was holding it in too much.

Any person like him who has a strong ability, but always suppresses himself from participating in anything, and holds it back for twenty years, is the moment when individuals will have impulses. This is him, because what he cultivates is

Demons are accustomed to suppressing their own demonic thoughts. Once this habit is formed, they will become accustomed to suppressing everything, including their own impulses. If it were someone else, they would have been impulsive long ago.

Now that he had understood everything, he no longer hesitated. He stepped forward, walked out of the crowd, and squatted next to the young man. He did not use his consciousness to explore, but put his finger on the young man.

On the wrist. As a great monk, he has an extremely profound understanding of the human body, and diagnosing the pulse is a pediatrician.

The crying woman suddenly stopped and looked at Xu Wuwai expectantly. The apprentice at the door curled his lips and had a sullen face, but did not make a sound.

After taking a pulse for a while for free, I realized that it was not an incurable disease. The incurable problem was not illness, but poverty.

He raised his head and glanced at the woman's expectant eyes, and said gently: "It's okay."

Then he got up and walked towards the medical center and said to the apprentice: "Do they sell medicine here?" Lan

"Sell!" The apprentice was faced with having to pay for nothing. Feeling the pressure in his heart, he did not dare to explode.

Xu walked into the hospital for free, and soon walked out with six medicine bags, handed them to the woman and said, "Take these six medicines, and the patient will be cured."

"Bang bang bang..." The woman kowtowed and cried: "Thank you so much, my benefactor. Thank you so much."

Xu took a free look at the woman's thin figure, then looked at the tall young man lying on the ground. He sighed and asked for help. Then he leaned over and carried the young man on his back:

"Let's go!"

"oh oh!"

The woman hurriedly got up from the ground and ran ahead to lead the way for free. Behind them, there was a discussion: "Lan"

"What a good man!"

"There are not many good people left in this world."

"…………"

I came to the woman's house and put the boy on the bed. On the other bed, I saw a young man lying there with a pale face. Although he was awake, he was very weak. He tried to struggle to sit up, but his forehead was struggling.

Even though I was sweating, I didn't struggle.

Xu walked over to him for free, patted him and signaled him not to move. Then he put his fingers on his wrist veins. After a moment, he said to him:

"You only need to rest for half a month and you will recover."

"Sir..." Lan

The woman then chirped to the side and told the story. The man's face was full of gratitude: "Help me up, I want to kowtow to my benefactor."

Xu waved his hand freely, turned and left, and the man's voice sounded behind him: "Where does your husband live? When I get better, I am willing to follow you. The villain has also been in the foundation building period..."

Xu Wuyi did not respond, and walked all the way back to the inn where the caravan lived, returned to his room, sat cross-legged on the bed, and thought silently.

Now is an era when people are in dire straits, and hunger is the main theme throughout the Central Plains. If a person is hungry to the point of death, anything can drive him out.

I just helped one person in a small way. They were not on the verge of starving to death, but they were extremely poor. If they encountered a straw, they would grab it and follow me.

He is the last glimmer of hope in their hearts.
To be continued...