The prince watched Qin Mu leave, and then entered the forest of obelisks. In the forest of obelisks, Tai Yi sat withered, with the Taoist trees and fruits behind him shining brightly.
Taishang bowed to greet him, but Taiyi stood up and returned the courtesy.
"Fellow Taoist, I have discussed with the Seventh Young Master to send fellow Taoist and the Kaitian people back to the Sixteenth Epoch."
Tai Shang said: "If the Taoist friends and the Kaitian people are still here, I am afraid that the Seventh Young Master will have evil thoughts in his heart. He will definitely kill the Taoist people and make the Taoist friends reincarnate. Although the Kaitian people have done many evil things, they are also
A possibility to save the future. It’s just that Kaitianzhong is too harmful, I’m afraid he won’t let you go.”
Tai Yi said: "The eldest son is feeling guilty because of the murder of Tiandu by the owner of Miluo Palace, so he wants to compensate me and the Kaitian people?"
The prince shook his head: "If the teacher hadn't killed Tiandu back then, the Kaitian people would still have turned into Kaitian people and would not have changed. The Kaitian people in Tiandu City had the power to create the world, and they abused this power without restraint.
.In comparison, Miluo Palace is more orderly and less harmful."
"Fart!" Among the obelisks, the faces of the Kaitian people appeared, and they all angrily scolded the prince for his disgusting words.
Those Kaitian people were cursing and taunting Miluo Palace for bullying others. If Tiandu City was given time to grow, ten Miluo Palace owners would also be beaten to death by the Lord of Tiandu, and ten Miluo Palaces would also be leveled.
The owner of Miluo Palace was jealous of their power, so he killed the Lord of Tiandu before they could grow up.
The Kaitian people ridiculed the owner of Miluo Palace for not being able to accommodate people. If it were them, they would have solved the destruction and creation of the universe long ago and created a perfect world.
They also ridiculed the master of Miluo Palace for his incompetence and exhausted themselves to the point of death. They deserved to kick their legs to death.
The prince did not take it seriously.
Tai Yi frowned, helpless to these Kaitian people, and said: "How can Brother Tao send us back to the Sixteenth Century?"
"I will transform into a Tao and return all my strength to the universe."
As soon as the Supreme Master said this, everyone in Kaitian laughed again and said: "My lord, Your Majesty, you will be like that old thief of the Master of Miluo Palace, your Taoist heart is dead!"
The Supreme Being continued: "My Dao Tree is useless if I keep it, so I plan to borrow your ax to chop down my Dao Tree, make a boat, and put you on the boat to send you to the Sixteenth Century."
The Kaitian people were suppressed in the stone tablet, and they laughed loudly when they heard this: "Old thief, your Tao tree has given us an advantage? If you are capable, you can leave your Tao fruit for us as a tooth sacrifice!"
"With your ability, can you trap us? When we escape from your Tao ship, we will fight to the seventeenth century and cure your dead head!"
…
Tai Shang said: "I will build a Tao ship and send you to the Sixteenth Epoch. But before that, the Seventh Young Master must go back to the past and become the Seventh Young Master, otherwise I dare not send you back."
Tai Yi said: "Are you afraid that he will go back on his word and take advantage of your reincarnation to kill everyone in Kaitian?"
Tai Shang said: "Seventh Young Master has tricked and killed many people in the past sixteen cosmic eras. His style makes it difficult for people to rest assured. I have to watch him go back to the past before I dare to rest assured."
Tai Yi nodded: "Me too."
The two sat down and waited quietly.
Qin Mu walked for a walk, first going to the original site of the ancestral court, which had become a battlefield for enlightened people. The Hunyuan Cauldron in the ancestral court was riddled with holes by the young master's exotic treasures. The rare treasures of several young masters had already been
It was destroyed, leaving only the eldest son's courtyard.
The master of Miluo Palace and the Enlightenment turned from offense to defense and guarded the Tongtianjing, making it impossible for Lan Yutian, Xu Shenghua and others to break through.
Qin Mu looked at the battlefield from a distance, and then drifted away. He walked in the starry sky and went to the Four Poles. The four poles of the universe have now become more vast, with various races thriving here. The Four Poles have long since made him feel
To be unfamiliar.
When he came from the South Pole to the South Sky, he saw that the heavens here were like small yonkans. Everything looked in order. The gods were in charge of power and used power to serve the mortals. The mortals were prospering in business and providing supplies to the gods.
We have various supplies.
Qin Mu walked through the heavens one after another, and few people in the heavens and worlds knew him anymore.
Thirty-five billion years of history have made everything extremely strange.
He walked through the ruins of the former battlefield and stood in the ruins to remember the heroes who died in the past history. He also looked for the tombs of his enemies, but unfortunately he could not find them.
It has been too long, and the world has forgotten him and those who fought for the future.
They may not understand why people in the past fought and died, or those who risked their lives and shed their blood during the Five Tribulations Era.
Even, they have no interest in understanding the history of the Five Tribulations Era.
Longhan, Chiming, Shanghuang, Kaihuang, Yankang, the struggles of generations have been contaminated with dust, and not many people have brushed off the dust and read the dusty pages.
Qin Mu was filled with melancholy and finally came to Yuanjie.
The Yuan Realm is vaster and thicker than when he left. The Ancestral Court no longer exists and has become an important weapon. The Yuan Realm has replaced the Ancestral Court and become the center of all heavens and worlds.
Yankang's Heavenly Court was built here, and Gongsun Yan's original body became lush and lush. The little girl who regarded him as a tree that needed watering became a symbol of the Yuan Realm.
Qin Mu is like a mortal, walking in the cities of Yuanjie, observing and experiencing people's livelihood.
Yuanjie has become completely unfamiliar. The economy of the country has become very different from when he left. The cultural customs have also become strange and out of place for him, and the architectural styles of the sacred cities make him feel like they are in a trance.
Came to a foreign world.
People's clothing, food, language, and even runes have become different from before.
He is like an old antique dug out of an ancient tomb, with no commonality with the world at all.
Qin Mu was a little frightened and confused. He wanted to see if the concepts he implemented were still there. He saw that gods were used by people, and he also saw that the way of saints lies in people's daily use. The concepts were still there. However, what made him confused was that whether it was gods,
Even humans are accustomed to this.
They do not understand the meaning of this normality, nor do they know how many bloody battles are hidden in it, and how many people have paid the price with their lives.
After all, one million years of history is too short compared to 3.5 billion years of peace.
A million years of history in 3.5 billion years may be just a page in a thick history book. This page cannot accommodate the seven Heavenly Lords of Long Han, the Red Emperor and Ming Emperor, and the support of the
Yue Tianzun and Ling Tianzun in the emperor's era could not let go of the dozen or so emperors who stood up and shouted that human life is greater than heaven.
The book cannot contain Wuyou Township, the Founding Emperor and his Four Heavenly Masters and Four Heavenly Kings, the Great Ruins, and the First Ancestor Human Emperor.
Qin Mu in this history book may only be a short paragraph, let alone the unforgettable battles and faces that he can't forget.
The history books of the world cannot remember this.
Heroes buried by history are like water drops in the sea and gravel in the desert, no one remembers them.
Even when heroes in history return, no one recognizes them.
He walked for a long time, passing by sacred cities. Some of the ruins of the battlefield have been destroyed by time and turned into sacred cities and high-rise buildings. Some are completely deserted and no one remembers them. Only when he passed by,
Pay your respects.
"Mu Tianzun, is that you?"
When Qin Mu was remembering in the Lanfeng Valley, he heard a vicissitudes of sound. He followed the sound and saw a big black tiger. He was startled, and faced the big black tiger with a smile.
That is the Black Tiger God, his senior brother.
The Black Tiger God rushed towards him, transformed into an old man with a gray beard and hugged him, crying and laughing, and suddenly said loudly: "Master, your second disciple is back!"
There are several thatched cottages in the mountains and forests of Lanfeng Valley. The woodcutter saint opened the door of the thatched cottage and walked out. The decoration was still the same as before, and it never changed with the changes in the world.
He is also like an old antique, so old that he has been abandoned by the times.
Although his appearance is the same as before, like a mature dandelion, his hair is getting less and less.
Qin Mu strode forward and hugged the somewhat reserved woodcutter saint.
The woodcutter struggled to free himself, so he turned to use the already rusty ax in the corner to threaten him to let him go, but the Black Tiger God quietly stretched out his claws to suppress him.
Qin Mu finally let him go.
The two sat down in front of the stone table. The woodcutter saint had a dark face, and the black tiger god was busy, making tea, cooking and cooking, very diligently.
After a long time, the woodcutter saint said coldly: "You're back?"
"Yeah. I'm back." Qin Mu smiled.
"When are you leaving?" The woodcutter saint picked up the tea cup and said indifferently.
"Leave now." Qin Mu said.
The palm of the woodcutter saint's hand trembled, and the water in the cup almost spilled out. He said indifferently: "You have just come back and you are leaving?"
Qin Mu didn't say anything. He looked around and saw that the architectural style of 3.5 billion years ago was still maintained here. He shook his head and said, "Why does the teacher live here? The teacher has made great contributions to Yankang. If he goes to heaven, wouldn't he?
Even better? And there are old friends there, so it’s very lively? Why do you have to be so poor?"
The woodcutter saint drank tea and said calmly: "The most holy and unknown, you don't understand my realm."
Qin Mu laughed heartily. He could see that the woodcutter saint's cultivation level was still stuck in front of the realm of the God-Slaying Platform, and he had never climbed onto the God-Slaying Platform.
Logically speaking, countless acquired ways were created during the Yankang Reform, and there were many people with extraordinary talents who confirmed these acquired ways to the level of enlightenment.
If the woodcutter saint wants to learn, he can completely complete his 360 acquired ways and cultivate each of them to the top level.
But he didn't learn.
"I don't want to go to those places, they are too busy and noisy."
The woodcutter saint glared at him and said: "I'm not very capable, so what's the use of going there to be worshiped as a statue in a temple? I'm a living person, not a statue carved from wood or clay. It would be better for me to be here than to be there.
Live happily in seclusion.”
Qin Mu reached out to touch his dandelion-like head that had transformed into the wind, but the woodcutter saint glared at him and quickly retracted his hand.
"My three disciples, except for the boss, all do better than me."
The Black Tiger God took a hat, which was a style of the new era. The woodcutter saint was originally unwilling to wear the hat, but he was afraid that Qin Mu would touch his head, so he had to put it on first and said: "People now are more beautiful than we were back then.
I have ideas, but I don’t have a sense of worry. I don’t feel comfortable being with them. They always think I’m verbose, say I’m unreasonable, and that I’m always worried about unnecessary dangers. I can’t stay with those young people.”
Qin Mu had a smile on his face. Listening to his long-winded talk about the shortcomings of young people in the new era, Qin Mu felt a little sad in his heart: "The teacher's mentality is probably because he is really old..."
The woodcutter saint talked a lot, and the food on the stone table gradually became less and less. They put down their bowls and chopsticks, and the woodcutter saint suddenly said: "How long will you leave this time?"
Qin Mu said with a smile: "I don't know. Maybe I will come back immediately as soon as I leave, or maybe I won't come back until this universe becomes void. Or maybe I will never come back after I leave."
The woodcutter saint was silent.
Qin Mu cheered up and said with a smile: "Teacher's sense of worry will be useful. Wuyou Township is just a pool of stagnant water. Sooner or later it will slowly die, and new dangers will appear. At that time, the teacher should come out and show his ambition. Veteran
, will not die. They just packed up their tomahawks and weapons and put them in the corner to rust in peacetime. People just choose to temporarily forget them. But when the war comes again, people will remember them again, and they
They will also sharpen their battle axes and weapons and take to the battlefield again."
He stood up and said, "Teacher, you will be useful."
The woodcutter saint stood up, looked at him and said, "When will you come back?"
Qin Mu was silent for a moment and suddenly said: "Teacher, do you still remember the chaotic space?"
The woodcutter saint thought for a while and said: "That chaotic space in the Hanging Realm back then?"
Qin Mu said: "One day in the future, the chaotic space will bloom like fireworks. That is a sign of my return."
The woodcutter saint did not keep him and watched him go away. When his figure disappeared among the mountains of Lanfeng Valley, he looked back and shouted: "Xiao Hei, come out to sharpen your axe!"
The Black Tiger God quickly ran forward and said: "Master, is there really going to be a war? There has been peace for billions of years!"
The woodcutter saint swung his axe, and said in a deep voice: "Be prepared! Sharpen the axe, and let's go find our old friend together!"
His voice was loud, and there was a silent fighting spirit burning in his body, and blood boiling.
"Zhuocha has been reincarnated, and Yanyunxi is tired of hanging out with him every day, so he has to be taken out for a walk! There is also Emperor Shitian, what is the name of his reincarnation? By the way, Tian Shu went to the ancestral court, right? Find him here!
"
"Do you still know where that guy from Hantang went? And that guy from Qinghuang! By the way, there are also two fish from Hantang..."
"Master, you have forgotten that Hantang Heavenly Master has passed away." Black Tiger God said cautiously.
The woodcutter saint was confused: "Isn't he reincarnated?"
Black Tiger God said: "Master, he was beaten into chaos in the Battle of Heaven. You have been looking for him for many years. And Qinghuang, his old man has also passed away. You forgot the tomb you built for them here. Last year, you visited the grave.
When you were there, you asked whose grave it was..."
The woodcutter saint was silent for a moment and said in a low voice: "Then we won't look for them..."
————At the end of the month, I will finish the book of Shepherd God and ask for my monthly ticket again~~~