Looking at the clay statue that looked like a Buddha or a god among the incense, Li Chuang's eyelids twitched, he subconsciously took a step back and held down the sword.
Being in charge of nearly a land, he has naturally encountered a lot of things in the past few years. He has even seen ghosts killing people with his own eyes, and the corpses were not dead.
But the feeling given to him by the statue in front of him was much scarier than those of other evil spirits.
The moment he caught a glimpse of the statue, he felt as if his heart was as heavy as a mountain, and his breathing was a little difficult.
"If I were the Qing Emperor in his future years, I would be rewarded with peach blossoms blooming everywhere."
A voice came from the void. The voice was desolate and ancient. Li Chuang calmed down and thought carefully:
"This is a poem by Gao Jia in the late Tang Dynasty..."
He read very little, and even if he studied hard in the past few years, what he learned was very limited, but he had heard this sentence.
Because, the old woman in the mountains taught him an unparalleled boxing technique, which she called the "Magic Fist".
It is the unique skill that makes Gao Jia famous.
"It has been two thousand years, and feeling the breath of an old friend again is really heart-warming and full of emotions..."
"Huh?! You..."
Hearing this voice, Li Chuang was startled at first, and then felt horrified in his heart.
What shocked him was not that the person in front of him mentioned that he knew Gao Jia, but that the moment the voice hit his ears, he didn't even have any doubts!
"You are very much like him."
The voice of the statue became calmer. After listening to its voice, Li Chuang still became calm even though he warned himself in his heart.
"Sure enough, when the country is about to perish, there must be monsters!"
With the sword in hand, Li Chuang's eyes were cold and stern.
"Monster? You are wrong... When a country perishes, its destiny will be scattered. If it is scattered, it will not be able to suppress the heroes of the world, so heroes are everywhere...
The so-called evildoer is just like Gao Jia at that time, and you are now."
The statue seemed to be dumbfounded and smiled:
"As for me, how can I influence the rise and fall of a mere secular dynasty?"
Li Chuang deliberately chopped the statue into pieces and retreated, but his hands and feet seemed to be disobedient and stayed in place:
"Who are you?"
"Lu Chen."
Unexpectedly, the voice answered, and it was another famous name.
"Lu Chen?! Which Lu Chen?"
Li Chuang was shocked.
There are naturally many Lu Chens in this world, but looking at the strange clay sculpture in front of him and the Gao Jia mentioned in his words, Li Chuang couldn't help but feel horrified.
Lu Chen's name can be regarded as a famous person in temples, in the world, in ancient and modern times.
Among martial artists, he was the first ancestor to create a line of martial arts.
In the temple, he was an unparalleled hero who personally overthrew the first unified dynasty in ancient and modern times. He was so overpowering that the Emperor of Han could not get ahead.
More than three thousand years have passed, and he is still alive?!
"No matter who you are, your appearance today was probably premeditated."
Li Chuang was greatly shocked, but he quickly calmed down and suppressed his thoughts.
"good."
The voice in the statue was very calm:
"Every bustle in the world is for profit, and all the hustle and bustle in the world is for profit. People's hearts are like this, and even immortals and Buddhas are bound to be secular.
I do have a plan for coming here this time."
Such frankness made Li Chuang a little at a loss, but he still calmed down his thoughts for the time being and said in a deep voice:
"Why are you here?"
"I am here to borrow your luck and become my body..."
"You want to be resurrected?!"
Li Chuang finally couldn't hold it any longer and refused flatly.
But the statue seemed to be very familiar with him. Before he refused, an imperceptible wave appeared in front of it.
"Secondly, I'll give you a good fortune!"
Woo~
The moment this object appeared, an uncontrollable impulse emerged in Li Chuang's heart. If it weren't for his amazing self-control, he would almost pounce on it.
"This is……"
He gritted his teeth, veins popped out on his forehead, and his breathing was rapid.
But under the faint light, there was a statue about a foot tall, resembling a monk and a Taoist, handsome and eyeless, made of an unknown material.
"Taoguo, 'Extremely Heroic'!"
His reaction was not what the god had expected:
"You have been with Liansheng Cult for so long, and now you control half of the land. You probably don't know what Dao Fruit is, and you don't know how precious this thing is..."
"Daoguo..."
Li Chuang's heart palpitated deeply.
"Gao Jia once obtained nearly half of this fruit back then. After his death, I spent thousands of years to find this thing from the sea of laws..."
The statue said slowly:
"The second part of this creation, the third one, is to save your life!"
Resisting the urge to take the Dao Fruit as his own, Li Chuang sneered:
"Nonsense, Li has not been sick or injured in more than ten years, how can I use you to save his life..."
"Tao and fruit are the essence of heaven and earth, a collection of legal principles, and cannot be obtained without a natural fit. In the same way, relying on this Tao and fruit, you can also get a glimpse of your fate..."
The statue said calmly:
"Ji Xiong is the rarest fruit of the extreme path. There are not many of them in the world. Your destiny matches it, which is a good thing, but it is not a good thing either."
The attraction of this fruit is indescribable.
Li Chuang had to divert his attention and have a difficult conversation with him:
"What's the meaning?"
"Since you have learned Shenquan and want to know Gao Jia, let me ask you, who is Gao Jia's biggest enemy in his life?"
"Zheng Changgong!"
Li Chuang almost blurted out.
Throughout the past three thousand years, the Tang Dynasty has also been a shining era. In addition to the early Tang Dynasty, the late Tang Dynasty also produced numerous masters.
The most outstanding among them are Gao Jia and Zheng Changgong!
These two people have been enemies for many years. One was a general in the late Tang Dynasty, and the other was a hero in troubled times. The two fought for half their lives. There is even a saying in unofficial history that they were entangled for three lifetimes.
In the end, Gao Jia killed Zheng Changgong, but was seriously injured and died a few years later...
"Back then, Gao Jia was one of the best, and Zheng Changgong was one of the best..."
The statue leisurely said:
"You probably don't believe what I say, but you might as well listen to it."
Li Chuang's throat surged.
"By chance, when I got this great opportunity, I vaguely saw your fate. What's interesting is that you shouldn't be like this.
You should have been valued by Xu Wenji, you should have been chosen by Wang Mu, you should have dominated the northwest road,
We should have overthrown the Ming Dynasty and proclaimed ourselves the emperor of Dashun.
it should……"
With his eyes closed, Li Chuang seemed to see the statue's half-smiling expression. He said with a faint smile, just like the whispers of ghosts and gods in legend:
"Do you know who the thief is who steals your luck and is the enemy of your destiny?"
Snapped!
Suddenly grabbing the stone statue that was almost a foot tall, Li Chuang gasped for air, his body covered in sweat as if he was suffocating.
But his heart was more satisfied than ever before, as if a large piece of it had been hollowed out and could be filled at this moment.
An indescribable feeling was flowing and brewing in his heart.
"Northwest Road..."
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Huhu~
There are intervals of heavy snowstorms, but the white frost on the mountains and the earth remains for months.
After chatting with his mother-in-law about household matters for a while, Yang Yu got up and went out, picked some gifts, and went to visit Wei He after she fell asleep.
Yu Liu and other masters followed him with anxious and uneasy expressions. They did not dare not to follow, nor did they dare to follow too closely.
In the past ten years, Wei He had several opportunities to be promoted, but he declined them one by one. With the help of the elixir left by Yang Yu, he returned to the top, and even once touched the threshold of Qi and Blood.
Unfortunately, he is old and frail, and there is no hope of breakthrough.
But relying on Yang Yu's improved Yi Qi Jue and other martial arts, his martial arts studio business is extremely good.
There is an endless stream of people who become apprentices every year, and even if the enrollment is expanded several times, they cannot accommodate it...
The familiar alley has disappeared.
The Wei Family Martial Arts Gym is a huge thing that occupies an entire street, and the sound of shouting and practicing boxing can be heard from a distance.
"Brother Yang, are you learning martial arts here?"
Qin Si was a little curious.
She has good eyesight, but because of this, she is even more surprised. This martial arts hall is certainly not small, but the number of disciples coming and going from inside and outside is very small, and their fists, feet, and internal energy are all very shallow and sparse.
Although there are occasionally a few young masters who have been replaced four or five times, it can also be seen that this martial arts gym is just a slightly larger martial arts gym.
this……
Looking at the martial arts hall and then at Yang Prison, she was struck again.
She comes from a famous family, her ancestor was a strong man who discussed Taoism with King Zhao of Xifu, her great-uncle was also a martial saint-level being.
But she...
"Yeah, I remember at that time, I wasn't very diligent in practicing martial arts..."
Yang Prison sighed a little.
Practicing martial arts was very hard, and he didn't care because he was so frightened when he suddenly came to a different place. But at that time, he was too poor and couldn't afford the expense of practicing martial arts.
In order to practice martial arts and make up for the shortfall, he ate a lot of food for two years...
"..."
Qin Si no longer wants to pay attention to him.
Because she has been practicing martial arts since she was a child and has been very diligent...
The arrival of Yang Yu naturally caused an uproar. The alleys inside and outside the Wei Family Martial Arts Hall were filled with crowds. There were hundreds and thousands of onlookers.
All kinds of discussions resounded throughout the sky.
"Fellow folks, please invite me."
Yang Yu handed over his hand, greeted the acquaintances, and then entered the martial arts hall surrounded by a group of fellow disciples.
Fast forward ten years, Wei He has not changed much, except that his wrinkles have become a lot deeper, and there are no monkeys around him.
"Monkey died of old age last winter..."
After blowing his pipe, Wei He sighed slightly:
"Although we have raised them for three generations, they were first used to practice the beheading sword, but now that they are gone, I still feel a little bit blocked..."
"Monkeys generally only live for twenty or thirty years. It's not easy for them to stay with you for so long."
Yang Yu was not good at comforting others. Seeing that Wei He was still a little sad, he couldn't help but add:
"If I feel really uncomfortable, just find another one..."
"Also... hmm?!"
Wei He was nodding at first, but after hearing this, he almost stopped smoking and coughed several times:
"Are you looking for a wife?"
Wei He glared at Yang Yu angrily, and the sadness in Wei He's heart disappeared a lot. He asked about what he had experienced over the years and felt a lot:
"Who would have thought that the old man could teach such a disciple? Unfortunately, most of the old guys I knew well are dead, and there is no one to show off..."
Yang Prison couldn't help but be speechless.
During the conversation, Yang Yu asked about Hu Wan. Last time, he sent a letter to the Northwest Road, but unfortunately no trace of him was found.
Old Man Wei was understatement, but he actually sighed a little:
"Maybe he's dead or he's still alive, but you can't find him. What can the old man do?"
"Auspicious people have their own destiny. Senior Brother Hu will be fine. Maybe he will be back in a few days..."
Yang Prison sighed slightly in his heart.
The arena is both small and large.
There are so many warriors like Hu Wan in the world who have only had a few blood exchanges that it is impossible to find them.
"Go, go. You really have too much influence here. There are hundreds of thousands of people, so don't trample them to death!"
After a few cups of tea, Old Wei had already begun to chase people away.
Yang Yu was not in a hurry to leave. He gave him some infuriating energy and left a lot of elixirs before he stood up and left.
He didn't have many acquaintances, and even fewer were alive.
After visiting Wei He, Zhu Shisan and a few other people one after another, Yang Yu went to buy a few pots of old wine and some ingot candles and left the city.
In the heavy snowstorm, there were many lonely graves outside the city. In one of them, Yang Yu saw a familiar figure.
Wang Wu, who had broken an arm, was leaning on the tombstone, drinking wine. He was not surprised when Yang Yu came, and patted the tombstone:
"Tsk, I eat two Yuanbao Candles a day. I may not get this kind of treatment even if I die! It's an advantage for an old boy like you..."
When the distance was far away, Yang Yu didn't notice it yet. When the distance was slightly closer, his heart jumped, and he subconsciously turned around and looked at the lonely grave: