Yu Xingchu obviously knew more about the Holy Tree. According to his explanation, it took nearly twenty years for the Holy Tree to become like this. The Holy Tree and the Holy Spirit can often heal injuries, but after twenty years
The former Holy Tree does not have this effect. On the contrary, if you stay in the Holy Tree area for a long time, people's temperaments will become weird. No matter the poor or disaster victims, they will often fight over trivial matters.
Ding Meng frowned and said: "More than twenty years ago, it was when Cang Ming's army attacked the western border of Dasheng Kingdom. Could it be related to this?"
Yu Xingchu explained: "This is a strange thing. Cangming Kingdom attacked all the way to Tianjing, destroying sacred trees along the way. I don't know why it retreated when it arrived in Tianjing. I heard that the monarch personally facilitated the negotiations before retreating.
, but since that battle, the kingdom’s holy trees seem to have lost their effect. As for how they retreated, no one knows.”
Ding Meng said: "It seems that it is indeed related to that war!"
Yu Xingchu said: "But there is also a sacred tree area in Dasheng Kingdom that still has curative effects."
Ding Meng said: "Where?"
Yu Xingchu hurriedly said: "It is the Lingxian Gate where the Holy Mountain is located. There has always been a sacred tree in the Lingxian Gate to protect the Fairy Mountain. Originally, the Lingxian Gate did not care about worldly affairs, but in recent years it has also allowed people suffering from serious diseases to go there to overcome difficulties.
Receive the grace of the Holy Spirit at the foot of the mountain.”
Ding Meng pondered and said: "It seems that Master Ling should know something about the situation. Since he is back, he also went to pay homage to Mr. Yu..."
He turned around and said, "I'll leave this place to you. The granary will be opened to distribute food to the refugees. If anyone from above comes to hold you accountable, just say I robbed it and call me Ding Meng."
Yu Xingchu quickly kowtowed: "Mr. Ding is an old acquaintance of Mr. Yu. Are you going to the Holy Mountain Immortal Gate? Why don't you take a break and wait for me to arrange a ride for you?"
Ding Meng waved his hand and said: "Don't bother me. If I want to go, it will definitely be faster than a boat or a chariot."
Dahua on the side finally understood. Ding Meng seemed to be leaving soon: "Brother and sister, aren't you staying?"
Ding Meng lowered his head and smiled: "Don't worry, I will still come back to see you when nothing happens, and take good care of grandma..."
As he spoke, he injected a spiritual thought into Dahua from a distance. This is the Federation's primary skill "Blazing Star Technique", a three-star skill. As for whether this child can grow up in the future, it depends on her.
Opportunities arose.
Before Da Hua could react, Ding Meng had already taken Ji Chenxue, soared into the sky under Yu Xingchu's horrified gaze, and flew directly into the night sky, speeding towards the north like a shooting star.
All the soldiers in the audience put down their weapons and knelt on the ground as if they were seeing gods. They prayed devoutly. To the ordinary people of Dasheng Kingdom, those who can fly are really immortals. It is nothing to open a war preparation granary privately. They can see this.
The true appearance of this kind of person is like smoke rising from ancestral graves.
Although the Dasheng Kingdom is vast, it still cannot be compared with the Federal Empire. After all, it is a super country composed of multiple galaxies, but here is a single planet. At the flying speed of Ding Meng and Ji Chenxue, it is not even possible to fly to the Holy Mountain.
Just a few hours.
In fact, Lingxianmen is not too far from Tianjing, otherwise Bai Pinghai and his party would not be able to track Yu Xingyang all the way. Now that they have returned to the Dasheng Kingdom, it is time to resolve the past matters. Every time I think of Brother Zheng Ming and Yu
Sir, Ding Meng was holding his breath in his heart.
It was already the next morning when we arrived at the Holy Mountain area. The place was still the same as before. The majestic mountains were as solemn and the tops were as tall as clouds. The whole mountain was shrouded in clouds and mist all year round. A clear river at the foot of the mountain meandered and the water remained unchanged all year round, as if in the sky.
Quietly telling the past events beside the green grass by the river.
Ding Meng stood on the grass bank by the river, silently staring at a huge rock in trance.
Ji Chenxue couldn't help but said: "Did Mr. Yu save you here back then?"
Ding Meng nodded, recalling Yu Xingyang's delivery before his death: "Ding Meng, please don't let this heroic knife live up to everything everyone has paid for it."
Yu Xingyang is different from his eldest brother, Zheng Ming, and Ding Wenhe. He has been pursuing all his life, extremely for love, extremely for swords, and extremely for fame. At the end of his pursuit, he discovered that the so-called best sword in the world is nothing but
It's just a ridiculous fame, it's as humble as dust, and it can never match the meaning and spirit given by the heroic knife.
Looking at the rough rocks, Ding Meng bent down and bowed deeply: "Mr. Yu, after thirty years, Ding Meng has finally returned from his studies and has fulfilled his great trust. Please rest in peace!"
Leaving the riverside and heading to the Holy Mountain, there are woodlands with shanties along the way. There are quite a lot of people there. It is obvious that these are refugees who come to seek treatment. However, Lingxian Sect has its rules and no one is allowed to do so without permission.
Outsiders are allowed to go up.
It was exactly the same as the scene in my memory. The simple stone stairs climbed straight up, and a long plaque was cast on the pavilion halfway up the mountain. Three golden characters were engraved on the plaque: Lingxian Gate.
As soon as Ding and Meng walked to the gate, two women in Taoist costumes blocked their way: "Dear guests, please stop. The Immortal Gate currently refuses any visitors. Please go down the mountain on your own. If there is any offense, I hope you will forgive me."
Ding Meng cupped his hands and said: "Both of you, my name is Ding Meng. I am the descendant of Mr. Yu Xingyang and his wife Long Yao, the Wuxiang Divine Sword. Many years ago, Mr. Yu visited the master of the sect and studied the Lingxian Sword Technique.
As promised, my old friend has passed away and I will come back to visit you today. I would also like to take the trouble to pass the message on my behalf."
Hearing the words "Yu Xingyang", "Long Yao" and "Lingxian Sword Technique", the two women looked shocked and quickly turned back up the mountain.
Ji Chenxue couldn't help but said: "Ding Meng, haven't you already learned the Lingxian Sword Technique? Do you want to join this women's sect?"
Ding Meng smiled and said: "You don't understand that the sects in the Dasheng Kingdom are different from the Federation. In the Shenghui Federation, as long as you have someone with money, you can claim to be a sect to the outside world, but this is not feasible in the Dasheng Kingdom.
, if you want to establish a sect in the kingdom, in addition to having your own martial arts and martial arts, you also need to be confirmed by the royal family. The most important thing is that the sect leader must not only be outstanding in strength, but also have skills that other families do not have. "
Ji Chenxue was curious: "What kind of skills?"
Ding Meng said: "Each sect is different and has different abilities, so the propaganda slogans are also different. As far as I know, there is a sect in Caiyunping called Miaoshou Sect. The leader of that sect is not very good in martial arts, but his medical skills are very good.
Very high, and most diseases can be cured with just a few acupunctures from him."
Ji Chenxue pondered and said: "This Lingxian sect is known as Xunxian. I asked, is the master Ling Yuelan really an immortal?"
Ding Meng laughed and said: "She is definitely not an immortal, but in addition to her swordsmanship, she is also a prophet. Her status as a prophet in Dasheng Kingdom is still very high. Of course, this is also due to the holy tree..."
Ji Chenxue asked curiously: "Can you really predict the past and the future?"
Ding Meng nodded and said: "It's really possible. Didn't the princess predict it? The magic of Shenguang Technology is really enough for us to learn from."
While they were talking, the two disciples quickly returned: "Mr. Ding, the master invites you!"
At the top of the mountain is a spacious and flat fighting platform. Dozens of beautiful and charming women in green are surrounding the martial arts arena, all staring eagerly at the road on the cliff.
After Ding Meng entered the fairy gate, he couldn't help but be surprised. Ling Yuelan was actually sitting on a gorgeous chair in the venue, apparently waiting for him to come.
The master of the Lingxian Sect has not changed at all. She is dressed in green and has beautiful hair, a graceful manner, a striking demeanor, and she is not angry and proud. I thought that when Ding Meng saw her, he could barely open his eyes. When he saw her today, he realized that,
Just the aura that comes out has the background of a war saint. No wonder even the royal family did not dare to provoke the Lingxian Sect in the past.
As soon as she saw Ding Meng, Ling Yuelan stretched out her hand and said, "Please sit down!"
Like Yu Xingyang back then, Ding Meng took Ji Chenxue and sat down at the reception table on the south side. A disciple immediately offered him tea.
Ling Yuelan suddenly sighed: "Last night's divination showed that two masters and distinguished guests will arrive early this morning. I didn't expect it to be you!"
Ding Meng stood up quickly: "The master of the sect is righteous, young people dare not pretend to be masters!"
Ling Yuelan smiled: "I have met you. Your name is Ding Meng. Thirty years ago you were still a child with no martial arts foundation. You followed Yu Xingyang up the mountain as a guest. I didn't expect that in just thirty years, you have become a generation.
He’s a master.”
Ding Meng returned the greeting again: "You dare not, young man. My predecessors are very righteous. The Lingxian Sect has never cared about worldly matters, but now it has opened its doors widely and benefited the public. This is something I can never do."
Ling Yuelan couldn't help but raise her head and sigh: "The world is far away from the human world. I can't bear the misery and chaos of the world. I let the wind pass away with my heart full, and the mist slowly surrounds the fairy mountain."
Ding Meng raised his hand: "I admire you!"
Ling Yuelan then said seriously: "There is destiny in the dark. When Yu Xingyang went up the mountain, I saw that he was not going to die soon. I didn't expect that he fell under my holy mountain because of you. I also saw after he left.
After leaving Longyao, you will go down the mountain
, the same fate is not long. As long as everyone in my immortal sect has only a short time after leaving the Holy Mountain, this is the case from generation to generation. Now that you have returned to the Holy Mountain to visit, you look very much like the two people from back then. Could this be the one?
Your confidante?"
Ji Chenxue had no choice but to stand up: "Ji Chenxue has met senior!"
Ling Yuelan nodded: "You are here to clear up confusion, right?"
"Yes!" Ding Meng also knew that this prophet must know many things well, and even if he didn't know something clearly, he could figure it out through divination.
Ling Yuelan said: "The Dasheng Dynasty used to be full of wars, but it was actually a prosperous age. Now there is no war, but it is actually a troubled time."
Ding Meng frowned and said, "Master, how do you say this?"
Ling Yuelan's eyes were a little dazed: "Although there were wars in the past, the people could still survive relying on the Holy Spirit. But now that the Holy Spirit has been almost completely extinguished, it is difficult for the people to even survive. The anger is too strong, the murderous intention is too strong, and it ranges from fists and kicks to heavy blows.
If the corpses are separated, how can a country like this prosper?"
Ding Meng's eyes flashed: "Is it caused by the royal family?"
Ling Yuelan said: "Yes!"
Ding Meng said: "Is it also caused by the battle between Cang Ming's army twenty years ago?"
Ling Yuelan said: "It seems that you have figured out the reason."