Chapter 873 The place where all creation gathers, the place where you can achieve the truth!
Huhu~
It’s the winter solstice again. After the new year, it’s already the second year of Yuanshi.
"The wind and snow are getting stronger and stronger. According to this trend, maybe in another twenty or thirty years, there will be almost no one to live outside the Great Wall except Qisha City..."
The snow on the official road was already knee-deep. In the wind and snow outside Shuiyun Pass, Qin Si breathed lightly, and the water mist quickly condensed into fine ice particles.
"According to Sanxiao Sanren's tide theory, the outside world has been unfit for human habitation for at least two hundred years. The outside world is better, and the outside world..."
Yang Yu stretched out his hand to catch the patches of snow. The cold wind outside the Great Wall was so fierce that even if you built a fortress, you could barely survive. But with the storms overseas, any island would be sunk.
That is true cruelty.
"How can you survive three hundred years?"
Qin Si was a little silent.
Buzz!
She suddenly raised her hand, and an invisible halo burst out from between her fingers:
"disperse!"
Bang!
Thunder breaks out from the ground.
Where the halo spreads, the cold air within a radius of ten feet is expelled instantly.
And as the sound waves reverberated, they spread continuously, and finally, even spread to a hundred feet away.
"My magical power is no match for the heavenly powers. Not to mention at this moment, even after the sky changes, it is not possible to dispel the heavy snowstorm of this level with the third level of magical power."
Yang Yu was speechless.
When you are promoted to the Ten Capitals, or when you are promoted to each level, you have the opportunity to bathe in the sea of laws.
After Qin Si underwent this baptism, not only did her body undergo transformation, but her supernatural powers were also promoted to the third level.
With all his strength, he could even be forced to retreat a hundred feet away, already possessing some offensive power.
"Maybe it will be different after the heavenly change..." Qin Si didn't know where this idea came from, but she always felt that if there was a true heavenly change, the power of magical powers would be far greater than it is now.
"Maybe."
While talking, the two walked on the snow, and not long after, they had entered Shuiyun Pass.
With the peace outside the Great Wall, Wei Zhengxian settled in Qi
After killing the city, most of the soldiers and civilians at the three passes of Longyuan moved inward. Coupled with the heavy snow, there were almost no pedestrians on the road.
Only in the tea shop beside the road were two old men sitting opposite each other, drinking tea and playing chess.
These two old men were both wearing thin Confucian shirts. One of them had white beard and hair, but the other was well-maintained. His hair was still ink-colored, and between his eyebrows, he still had some of the charm of the past.
These two people are exactly two of the six gentlemen of the Xu family. The former is named Lian Ruoxu, and the latter is named Feng Junzi.
"His Majesty!"
Seeing Yang Yu from a distance, the two of them put down their chess pieces and stood up to worship each other.
"Master Xu, he may also be waiting for His Majesty..." Seeing Yang Yu again, Feng Junzi's eyes showed a hint of complexity.
Yang Yu nodded and walked side by side with Qin Si. There was actually no grudge between the two of them. He didn't care about it back then, and he won't care about it now.
Goodbye Xu Wenji, this old man was bedridden, his energy was so heavy that his vision was blurry.
He held Yang Yu's hand:
"I can see something ominous about you. I'm afraid your trip is not going to be peaceful..."
"If it's not flat, it's flat. Don't worry, everything has been properly arranged.
Yang Yu comforted Mr. Xu, and with his peripheral vision, Wang Muzhi sighed helplessly, just like everyone else in the room, saying nothing.
"That's good."
With these words, he seemed to be relieved, and his breath disappeared amidst the cries and cries.
A great scholar of the generation died on his bed. He went to Yang Prison and bowed to see him off.
The hardest thing in life is parting.
This is the case with life and death, and the same is true with death.
In Shuiyun Pass, Yang Prison stayed for seven days, watching Xu Wenji's burial, and then said goodbye to Qin Si.
"Husband..."
In the wind and snow, Qin Si squeezed her sleeves tightly. She was a little worried and reluctant to give up, but in the end she just stuffed each jade pendant into his hand.
I straightened his cuffs and collar and said softly:
"Come back early, my mother-in-law, my little brother, I will be waiting for you..."
"Wait for me to come back!"
Yang Yu clutched the jade pendants that were still warm, turned around and rose into the sky, landing on the back of the goshawk that was fluttering its wings.
For more than twenty years, he has done everything he can, and now...
…huhu~
The fierce cold wind blew away the cries of eagles. Yang Yu stood with his hands behind his hands, looking at the border pass in the distance. Faintly, he seemed to be able to see the fairy mountain that seemed to be invisible in the clouds and mist:
"Lu Chen!"
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The wind and snow outside the Great Wall are twice as strong as inside the Pass, and the further north you go, the colder the weather becomes.
Inside and outside Qisha City, except for many martial arts masters with profound achievements, a few ordinary people can wander outside.
In this most severe cold winter, except for one or two hours at noon, it is difficult for ordinary warriors to walk outside.
However, as the news of Yang Yu's invitation to fight Lu Chen spread, the huge city outside the Great Wall became much more lively than before.
Especially when the fog outside Fangcun Mountain is about to dissipate, it attracts countless experts to come, and many inns along the street are almost full.
"Wei Zhengxian is worthy of being the leader of the three heroes of Long Yuan. If he can persevere, not to mention a hundred years, but only three generations, I am afraid he can civilize the alien race and eliminate the years of fighting between the two countries..."
"It just happened at the right time! If there hadn't been this snowstorm that lasted for decades, if there hadn't been the Northwest King sweeping across Mobei, how could Wei Zhengxian, even with all his might, have been able to bring all the Eight Heavenly Wolf Tribes into the city?"
"Brother Lin, you have to change your words. This man ascended the throne and proclaimed himself emperor last year. Now he can no longer be called the Northwest King. He has to be called 'Your Majesty'!"
"Martial Ancestor Lu Chen, contemporary Yang Wudi. A duel at the pinnacle of martial arts spanning three thousand years..."
"I only care about Fangcun Mountain and when it can be opened!"
In the restaurant, all kinds of discussions were mixed together, making it very noisy.
"Is he finally coming?"
In the box on the sixth floor, the big boss has a gray beard and no trace of his former bloat. He has been rolling in the wind and snow for more than 20 years, and he looks very capable.
"I promised to wait a moment, but it turned out to be more than twenty years ago..."
The big boss drinks yahuazi straight away.
"Even if this person is here, I'm afraid he won't hunt for treasure with you. Don't forget that Lu Chen!"
Xie Qi was covered in black clothes and exuded a cold and unapproachable aura.
In the past twenty years, the big boss has not found what he wanted, but he has achieved what he wanted and found the path that suits him.
Black and impermanent.
And in the past twenty years, the ceremony was completed with the help of many masters who died in Fangcun Mountain, as well as many lonely souls in the snowy plains of northern Saibei.
"This plague-stricken old immortal has lived for thousands of years, and that's not enough. He has to make trouble for me!"
The big boss's face suddenly darkened. He was about to say something, but Lin Daoren, who was silent in the corner, spoke:
"It's time to go."
"ah?"
The big boss was startled when he heard a burst of noise coming from outside. When he looked up, he saw an overwhelming number of eagles coming from the north.
"The heavy fog outside Fangcun Mountain has dispersed!"
One stone stirs up a thousand waves!
I don't know who screamed, and the entire restaurant, twenty or thirty inns along the street, and even the entire cold city began to boil in an instant.
Boo hoo hoo hoo~
Almost instantly, dozens of figures burst out from various restaurants and inns.
Inspiring the Qi and Blood True Gang, he headed towards the North City Gate.
More people followed closely behind, a huge number, I don’t know whether there were hundreds or thousands...
"Let's go."
The big boss suddenly stood up, but Lin Daoren took his time and swept away the food and wine on the table before standing up.
After a moment of commotion, the city became even more deserted.
Lindau
When people slowly walked out of the restaurant, in the restaurant opposite, Lu Qingting was also walking out.
call!
The cold wind blows across the long street.
As if there was a tacit understanding between the Martial Saint and the Ten Capital Masters, they appeared one after another, but did not speak to each other. They just looked at each other lightly, then turned around and disappeared. "I'm afraid it will be more difficult this time..."
The boss took a breath. On this street alone, there were three Martial Saints and seven out of ten Dudu Masters...
A moment ago, he was scolding Lu Chen for his bad deeds, but now he was praying silently that it would be best if all these masters came to watch the battle...
"Fangcun Fairy Mountain..."
Lu Qingting was alone. He got up last, but was the first to reach the foot of Fangcun Mountain.
The third level of divine movement can move seven times within ten miles in an instant. If it is activated with all its strength, it can cross a hundred miles in an instant.
No amount of lightness can compare with this.
Phew~~
In the biting cold wind, Lu Qingting suddenly stopped.
Behind him was heavy snow, and the mountains were all white, but in front of him, there was a fairy mountain emerging.
The thin mist seemed to be blown away by the cold wind, but inside, there were lush green mountains.
The square-inch fairy mountain appears again!
But here he stopped because someone blocked him.
To be precise, he stopped in front of everyone.
In front of Fangcun Mountain, there is a long river with a width of several miles. It surrounds the mountains. You cannot cross it. If you enter the water, you will sink.
On the only passable stone bridge, there was a man standing with a sword in his arms, leaning on the bridge pier. He lowered his head slightly and could not see his face clearly.
But screams of surprise sounded one after another behind Lu Qingting:
"Sword Saint Mu Qingliu?!"
"impossible?!"
Amidst the continuous sound of breaking the air, all the martial arts masters stopped one after another and looked at 'Mu Qingliu' in front of the stone bridge in surprise.
Then, everyone turned around, and at the end of the crowd, coming unhurriedly, was another one, Mu Qingliu!
"Why are there two sword masters?"
All the masters were frightened and retreated one after another, looking wary.
"Mr. Lu, what do you want?"
Mu Qingliu stopped by the river and looked coldly:
"I was invited to watch the battle, but if Mr. Lu is willing to give me some advice, Mu will be very happy!"
"Brother Mu misunderstood."
Lu Chen's voice rang out from the void:
"Today's battle may be Lu's last battle in this world, and it should also be regarded as the pinnacle battle of martial arts.
I want to watch the battle..."
The gentle sound of swords trembled from the stone bridge, and a cold current that was more biting than the wind and snow outside the Great Wall suddenly descended:
"You deserve this sword!"
quiet!
Deathly silence!
At this moment, there were hundreds of people gathered in front of the stone bridge, but in the face of the piercing sword intent and the domineering voice, everyone's anger rose in their hearts, but no one dared to act rashly.
Because the mysterious man who looks like Mu Qingliu is most likely the legendary Martial Ancestor Lu Chen!
"Mr. Lu, you..."
Someone was about to speak when they suddenly heard a thunderous roar.
"Yang, I don't have the patience you have. I just want to..."
A calm voice that seemed to contain monstrous blood and fire, like an invisible big hand, gripped the raging cold current of sword intent: