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Chapter 917: Farewell

"Are you serious?"

Ding Muchen stared at the old Taoist, having already seen through many mysteries, and said: "The reason why you were killed by the fearful inner demon but did not have all your souls devoured is precisely because of the protection of this yellow gourd and the sword mud in it.

Dao, if these are destroyed, you, Wang Laodao, will really disappear completely from heaven and earth."

"What does it matter?"

The old Taoist smiled sadly: "It's a destiny."

"I won't do it!"

Ding Muchen suddenly waved his hand, swung away the Fusu Sword with concentrated sword intent in his hand, and said: "Whoever wants to do this kind of thing will do it. I am a military sage, and I will never touch the matter of bullying my master and destroying my ancestors!"

"Ding Muchen, Ding Muchen!"

The old Taoist sat down next to the gap in the boundary wall and said: "After so many years, why are you still so obsessive? The knot in your heart should be untied as it should be. Many things are not what you want, but they must be done.

It's up to you to do it. It's not Ding Muchen who kills me, but the fate of heaven and earth, do you understand?"

"I don't understand, and I don't want to understand either."

Ding Muchen frowned: "But I know that with this sword blow, there will be no more Guiguzi in the world. Strategists, military strategists, and Taoists will lose their ancestor. Do you think I, Ding Muchen, am willing to bear such a huge cause and effect?"

"But……"

The corner of the old Taoist's mouth raised, and he gave a meaningful smile, and said: "If Ding Muchen can't bear the responsibility, who can? Don't worry, soldiers kill people, and there is no cause and effect. Besides, the old Taoist, I am also a military strategist, and I am also a person with hands full of cause and effect. You can't.

It’s just about transcending my obsession after death, and it has nothing to do with cause and effect.”

As he spoke, there was a little confusion in his eyes, and he said: "If you don't kill me, even a ray of my soul will not be able to get out of the Demonic Abyss. The cause and effect is too heavy, and the avenue is severely corroded. Just you...

I cannot return to the upper world with my remaining soul."

"Ding Muchen, why let me die worthless?"

The old Taoist smiled calmly: "Be cheerful, be free and easy. You are a warrior saint and a sword immortal in the fourteenth realm. How come you don't have the charm of a sword immortal at all? It's hard for this mother-in-law to become a great person with her personality!"

"Okay, okay!"

Ding Muchen's eyes were red, he turned to look at the old Taoist, and slowly pulled out a Fusu sword with condensed sword intent from the empty scabbard, his voice was choked: "Is there anything else you want to say?"

"there is none left."

The old Taoist sat beside the gap, looking a little depressed, looking blankly at the sky, and said softly: "It's just a pity that I don't have the chance to see you, Ding Muchen, become a fifteenth-level sword cultivator, and I don't have the chance to see that boy Lin Zhao become one of the top sword cultivators."

It’s the fifth realm.”

There was hope in his eyes, and he smiled sadly: "That boy Lin Zhao... his talent and understanding are both first-class. It's a pity that he is a Confucian and a military strategist at the same time. He is tied up in doing things and thinks too much, but heaven and earth favor him."

, his eleven realms must be the most unique eleven realms in the world, don’t you think so?”

"inevitable!"

Ding Muchen put his long sword on the ground, knelt on one knee in front of Wang Laodao, and said, "Is there anything else you want to say?"

"Gone."

The old Taoist closed his eyes and said: "My wish is over. I have no other worries. I just want to die and do what a scholar has to do."

"knew."

Ding Muchen stood up, without hesitation, raised the Fusu sword and struck down with one strike.

Tears rolled down from his eyes.

"Sage of Soldiers Ding Muchen, send me your respects to Senior Wang Xu!"

A magnificent ray of light exploded at the bottom of the abyss. The old Taoist's yellow gourd exploded in response. The gourd fragments mixed with countless swords and mud rose up one after another. They were coerced by the old Taoist's life-long great road and rushed down with a vertical and horizontal force, inch by inch.

It fills the gap between heaven and earth.

Ding Muchen held the sword, knelt on one knee and raised his head, tears splashing down his chin.

From then on, no one in the upper world could keep pace with him, and no one could drink a glass of wine from heaven and earth with Bing Sheng Ding Muchen.



Late at night, a villa on the top of a mountain.

Above a small building, the moonlight shines on the embroidery bed and on the girl's face. The girl's appearance is extremely beautiful, she is a born beauty. On the bedside, there is her sword and a green gourd.

In a dream.

The girl was practicing her sword under the tree. In the distance, she saw the figures of her father and mother. Her father, who was the prime minister of Dongwu State, was holding a file under the window and was silent in silence. Her mother was making a secret that Tong Yu had loved since childhood.

Eat sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

"Tong Yu."

The autumn wind picked up, and wisps of fallen leaves rotated in the wind, converging into the figure of a slovenly old Taoist priest. It was Wang Laodao. He stepped forward, gently rubbed the little girl's head, and said with a smile: "Can you call me?

Master?"

"Old way."

Tong Yu pursed his lips and said: "My master is only Fusu Great Wall Lin Wanhua. When you taught Zongheng Thirty-Six, you didn't force me to become your disciple... As a human being, you can't be dishonest in what you say!"

The old Taoist held his forehead and said with a smile: "If you don't call me master, I'm afraid my lineage will be lost."

"Why?"

Tong Yu said softly: "I heard from brother Lin Zhao that the old Taoist's swordsmanship has the power to penetrate the heavens and the earth, and he can be regarded as a true old immortal. If this is the case, why was it lost?"

"Because your senior brothers are no longer here..."

The old Taoist turned around and looked up at the sky with confusion in his eyes: "Your two senior brothers, Su Qin and Zhang Yi, these two children left too early. Two senior brothers, Sun Bin and Pang Juan, turned against each other and left very early. Then

Senior brothers Shang Yang and Lu Buwei also have their own fates and have long since passed away."

"ah?"

Tong Yu was stunned.

The old Taoist rubbed her little head and said with a smile: "And your two senior brothers, Bai Qi and Li Mu, although they are among the best in the ancestral family of the military family, but... they also successively fought against the demons outside the world.

After falling, if you don’t recognize me as your master, our Zongheng lineage will really have no successor~~~"

"..."

Tong Yu pursed her red lips, looked at the old Taoist, and said softly: "Master..."

"Okay, be good."

The old man showed an unattractive smile.

Tong Yuze's eyes were slightly red and he said: "Master, are you leaving?"

"Um."

The old Taoist said softly: "Tong Yu, a hundred years ago, your brother Lin Zhao pulled out the dragon-slaying sword, killed the great demon Bai Lan of the Thirteenth Realm with the sword, and deployed a sky furnace strategy to defeat the four northern tribes. Wasn't he very heroic?

"

"Um!"

The little girl nodded vigorously and said: "I have heard the story of Brother Lin Zhao and Lin Baiyi countless times, but every time after listening to it, I feel that Brother Lin Zhao is the best and greatest person in the world..."

"Hahaha~~~"

The old Taoist smiled and said: "Actually, Master also did the same thing as your brother Lin Zhao, but... he died quietly, and most likely there won't be any stories about this legend spreading around the world, and there won't be any more in this world.

How many people remember..."

"Master!"

Tong Yu tugged on Lao Dao's sleeve. At this moment, she saw a lot of sadness in Lao Dao's eyes, and realized that something big must have happened.

For a moment, Tong Yu cried, with tears rolling in his eyes: "Master... I just called you master, you can't just leave..."

"Have no idea."

The old Taoist rubbed the little girl's head again and said with a smile: "Master has also been a hero for once. Even if it is only once, it feels quite satisfying. Let's go, Tong Yu, I have to practice sword hard in the future. I can't

If you disappoint the master Lin Wanhua, you cannot disappoint the master like me. If you practice Zongheng Thirty-Six well, you can establish a sect in the future and carry it forward."

"Yes, Master!"

Tong Yu burst into tears and stood straight. When she raised her head, she found that the figure of the old Taoist had dispersed like fallen leaves.

"Master!"

Tong Yu cried loudly and stood there, helpless about everything.

The next moment, Tong Yu woke up from her sleep. She hurriedly grabbed her sword and green gourd, jumped out of the window in her pajamas, and headed straight for Tianranju with her flying sword.



Tiantianju, second floor.

A lonely figure stood there, Lin Zhao holding the orange gourd in his hands. Just a few minutes ago, when he was observing the three-inch section of flowing water, he suddenly understood and understood a lot from the resonance of the orange gourd.

He saw that a yellow gourd was completely broken into pieces.

After the yellow gourd collapsed, an old Taoist whose body was filled with the artistic conception of vertical and horizontal, slowly stepped into a gap. His body was erased bit by bit, but the gap was also filled bit by bit.

There was an extremely ominous feeling in his heart. Lin Zhao knew that his orange gourds and the old yellow gourds were of the same origin, and there must be some connection between them. He did not expect that the seven gourds he planted in front of Tianranju would actually

One of them died so early, and it was Wang Laodao’s yellow gourd.

"Brother Lin Zhao!"

In the wind, Tong Yu came with the wind, with tears on her face, she opened her hands and threw herself into Lin Zhao's arms.

"Tong Yu..."

Lin Zhao immediately guessed what happened. He gently rubbed the back of Tong Yu's head and said, "You also... saw the old man die in the world?"

"Um!"

Tong Yu burst into tears: "He asked me to become a disciple, and then...then..."

"It's okay, it's okay."

Lin Zhao frowned, and there were tears in his eyes, but he refrained from crying, and just looked up at the sky. The old man's walk must have been quite heroic, right?

Although he was dressed in rags and was shamelessly drinking every day at the mountain top garden, Lin Zhao knew that he was a true hero in the human race!

While comforting Tong Yu, he thought.

A person like Lao Dao from the Fourteenth Realm died in the upper realm. What happened in the upper realm, and what could make a character like Lao Dao die in battle?



Danxia Mountain.

Next to the alchemy furnace, Xu Mingan, the sect leader, was still wearing a very simple Taoist robe. He was guarding the alchemy furnace and felt a little sleepy without realizing it, so he leaned against the door panel behind him and took a nap.

But when Xu Mingan just squinted his eyes, he suddenly saw wisps of immortal energy rising in the alchemy room, and it felt like a cloud covering the air. Among the clouds and mist, a highly respected old immortal wearing a purple Taoist robe, holding a whisk in his hand,

He smiled and said, "Xu Mingan, are you lazy again?"

"Ah, Master?!"

Xu Ming'an hurriedly stood up, knelt down and said with a smile: "Xu Ming'an, I have met Master. Master, have you finally come to see your disciple?"

"Um."

The old Taoist smiled softly and said, "I'm not just here to see you, but also to say goodbye."

In an instant, Xu Ming'an burst into tears, and he had already guessed everything.

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