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Chapter six hundred and sixty-three: mourning

When a relative passed away, he had no one to protect him. Wu Yi could not be called a filial piety. The knots in his heart were intertwined. If he did not resolve them, he might no longer have the intention to practice, and his cultivation would be stuck for a long time.

With something on his mind, Wu Yi flew as fast as he could without caring about the consumption of mana. In just two days, Wu Yi crossed thousands of rivers and mountains and arrived at the place where he was born.

When Wu Yi was born, his grandfather was already the Prime Minister and Yuanfu of the Daxuan Kingdom. He was highly valued by the late emperor. It was precisely because of his deep political resources that Wu Yi's grandfather dared to fight with the people behind the Daxuan Kingdom.

The Xuanyang sect of the state religion fought with each other, trying to restore the king's power.

It's a pity that this world is the Taoist world. The weather in the country is smooth, the grain is plentiful, the evil spirits are gone, and the country is peaceful. The people are not grateful to the emperor and some officials, but to the Taoist sect and many Taoist disciples.

In the dispute between immortality and humanity, humanity is inherently weak. Without extraordinary strength, it cannot move mountains and conquer seas, or chase stars and moons.

And what humanity can rely on is the wishes of all people. In the vast world, the wishes of all people are not obtained by the dynasty of humanity. How can humanity win over the immortality?

Wu Yi's grandfather tried to blame the national master for the natural disaster, but in the end he was bitten by the national master. Wu Yi left home and went to a foreign country. The first days were quite sad.

To put it bluntly, this natural disaster is actually the calamity caused by the beads entering the boundless world, causing a severe drought in a county for many years.

Judging from the news that Wu Yi later learned, because of this difficulty, his grandfather also resigned from office due to crimes and wandered in the border areas. However, it was later heard that because the imperial master of Daxuan Kingdom returned to Xuanyang Gate, the new emperor pardoned his sins and allowed him to return to the capital.

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It was impossible for the official position to be restored to its original state, so my grandfather opened a college and taught his disciples all the techniques of Legalism to cultivate talents for the royal family.

With his popularity and the secret support of the royal family, my grandfather lived a pretty good life in his later years. At the end of his life, thousands of his disciples paid him a funeral, and he passed away with great splendor.

However, I don’t know if my grandfather remembered Wu Yi, an unfilial descendant, in his last moments of life.

After my grandfather died, my father served as the academy's mountain chief and continued his mission.

The above is everything Wu Yi knows. Either he knows nothing, or he has never seen his family again.

As soon as I entered the Taoist gate, I was as deep as the sea, and I never felt at home in the world. I didn’t want to live like this, but in the end, I ended up becoming what I hated.

Some people say that the process of growing up is to constantly become what you hate. It is better to say that the world in your eyes is no longer black and white, but becomes gray. I am still moved by white, but I have more understanding and tolerance of black.

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Arriving at the capital of Daxuan Kingdom, Wu Yi restrained his magic power, dressed cleanly, walked on the streets, measured the world with his steps, and understood the world with his mind.

It is at dawn that all living beings begin their day's life, with smoke curling up from the kitchen chimneys. Most people in the world work at sunrise and rest at sunset, and the cycle of life goes on and on.

The children chased and laughed endlessly, running past Wu Yi, worried that their children would be robbed. The parents' threatening voices came from behind. The sound of sales by the vendors in the market had already begun. The hotel was bustling with people, and the officials began their day's work.

Morning...

A new day has begun.

It had been a long time since he had been in such close contact with the world. At this moment, Wu Yi was just a mortal, no longer traveling around the world as a monk.

Just like a wanderer returning home step by step, he recognizes no one he passes by. Only by extracting the language from the depths of his memory can he understand what they are saying. They are familiar yet unfamiliar.

Being close to home made him even more timid. On the way here, Wu Yi was afraid that he would be late. But now, Wu Yi's feet felt as if they had been filled with cement. They were difficult and heavy and could not move at all.

Turning around a street, there are high-end houses on both sides. There are crowds of servants at the door. People who come in and out of this place are rich and noble. There are many fewer pedestrians on the street. The road is paved with bricks and stones, and not even a broken leaf can be found. It is so rich and noble.

The carriages and horses whizzed by at a very fast speed, without any regard for the feelings of passers-by. In the carriage, a woman's laughter could be vaguely heard.

Wu Yi walked slowly on this street, walking in the middle. The guards and servants at the door saw him and looked at Wu Yi with a hint of disdain.

You don't know whether to live or die, but you dare to openly walk on the right path and be trampled to death by chariots and horses. If you report it to the governor, you will have to pay a few cents at most. If the rich and noble people are unwilling to pay, they will accuse you of disturbing the chariot.

But I can’t eat and walk around.

The status of the rich and the poor in different markets is different. Wu Yi acted very indifferently. The hierarchy in the world of cultivation is not an extension of the mortal world.

In the world of cultivation, you grovel to your superiors and boss around your subordinates, enjoying the benefits of rank while bearing the disadvantages of rank. You are the defender of rank, so what qualifications do you have to ridicule these people?

There were carriages coming from behind and at a high speed. When I saw Wu Yi's simple Taoist robe, there were no gold lines, no purple lines, and not even a decent jade hairpin. He was probably an extremely simple Taoist in the capital.

That's all.

The owner of the carriage had no intention of slowing down, and it was too late to stop at this moment. He just hit him. No matter where Wu Yi went to hide, it seemed that he would be a dead end. Standing still was definitely not a complete solution.

Many people hugged their shoulders, with smiles on their faces, waiting to watch the show, waiting to see the blood splash, and then use it as a conversation piece to exert its remaining effects and eat human blood steamed buns.

"Be careful!" A childish voice came. Wu Yi turned around and saw an innocent little girl with pigtails. She happened to go out. When she saw this scene, she looked at Wu Yi nervously and warned.

The carriage drove by, and Wu Yi was safe and sound. The two carriages missed Wu Yi very well. A group of people eating steamed buns with human blood sighed with regret.

"Brother, don't walk in the middle of the street, you will be hit by a car." The little girl pulled Wu Yi aside, clenched her fists, and reminded Wu Yi seriously.

Wu Yi looked at the girl's clothing and decorations, as well as the vegetable basket in her hand. She must be the daughter of a servant in a large household, and she went out to buy vegetables this time.

Children always have more innocent hearts.

"You saved big brother's life. Big brother will also help you. When you need it, he will appear." Wu Yi put his palm on the girl's heavenly spirit and transformed it into a protective aura. As long as

If an outsider plots something against him, even if Jin Dan takes action, he can still block it.

The more pressure others put on her, the stronger the protective Qi will rebound.

The protective Gang Qi entered the body, and the little girl was a little dizzy. She was too young and was exposed to this Qi for the first time, so it is rare that she would have such sequelae.


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