Watching the King of Darkness being repelled and Shen Ming almost dying, he missed a lot of things. But one thing is certain, the old man in front of him defended the dignity of the world and took back some of the things that belong to the world!
"thump!"
Everyone looked in the direction and found that Old Man Bao was kneeling on the ground, with tears pouring out of his cloudy eyes.
"Senior... have a good trip!" Song Qiming's voice was trembling. He could not restrain the emotions in his heart. Only people of their generation knew the meaning of the name Wang Ritian.
The man who was invincible in the world became a real legend at the last moment of his life! A legend that only a few people know!
Among the people present, only Old Man Bao, Yi Zhisha and the palace mother knew the true identity of this young figure.
Although they are not in the same camp, at this moment, both Yizisha and the palace mother bowed deeply to the majestic figure. This was out of respect for the strong man and gratitude for the respect he had won in the world.
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"The Knights Templar obey the order and bury the saint with the highest etiquette of the Parthenon!" Yizhisha's voice resounded throughout the sacred mountain. The stunned Jin Yao knights looked at the majestic standing figure, and they were obviously gone.
Although the breath has disappeared, why does it still retain that shocking momentum?
At this moment, a fiery red figure struck from a distance like a shooting star.
"That's... a forbidden curse!" Hailong looked at the figure approaching quickly in the distance, and suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.
Why are there still powerful people with forbidden spells coming here now? All this chaos can’t end yet!
The fiery red figure hit the sacred mountain directly, and when the smoke dispersed, it was Hong Wu.
"Old Wang, I got it! I got it..." Hong Wu was like a child at this moment, running towards Wang Ritian with joy. He accidentally got bumped by the steps of the sacred mountain, but he didn't care. He was so eager.
With a look of joy, he crawled to Wang Ritian's side.
Looking carefully, Hong Wu's clothes were still stained with blood, and he looked very embarrassed, as if he had just experienced a battle.
This sudden turn of events left the Jinyao Knights at a loss.
"Old Wang, I got the fruit. Let me tell you, that old guy on Mount Fuji can't beat me. I will always remember what you taught me.
He was beaten like a dog by me, and I got the fruit from that tree. As long as you eat it, everything will be fine." Hong Wu took out a fiery red fruit from his arms and wiped it carefully, fearing that something might happen.
Particles of dust stick to it.
Hong Wu respectfully brought it to Wang Ritian's lips, but Wang Ritian, who had long since lost his vitality, was now smiling with his lips pursed, his eyes still as kind as before.
"Old Wang, why don't you eat it? I picked this after all the hard work."
Hong Wu's voice gradually became choked with sobs, but he was still talking to himself.
"You're scolding me... Xiaowu, I really want to hear you scold me! Lao Wang, speak! You... speak!"
Hong Wu was already crying and fell to his knees at Wang Ritian's feet.
"You are scolding me! Lao Wang!" Hong and Wu both hit the ground with all their strength, hugged Wang Ritian's legs, and roared loudly.
The heart-rending roar shocked everyone's heart. This sudden forbidden curse expert fell to his knees at Wang Ritian's feet like a child.
"Senior, this person in front of you has passed away. Please express your condolences. We will give him a good burial!"
Seeing this scene, one of the Jin Yao knights mustered up the courage to step forward and said comfortingly.
"Go away! What are you talking about? How can you die, Old Wang? He is invincible, who can let him die?" Hong Wu pushed the Jinyao Knight away and stroked Wang Ritian's cheek with trembling hands.
"Old Wang, they lied. They said you were dead. I don't believe it! This fruit is not delicious... I will take you to pick all the fruits on that tree until you find the one you want to eat but
As long as it lasts." Hong Wu said, and he was about to pick up Wang Ritian's body.
However, Wang Ritian seemed to be integrated into the sacred mountain. No matter how hard Hong Wu tried, he could not shake it even a little bit.
"Old Wang, why don't you leave? Don't you want to leave?" Hong Wu looked like he was completely crazy, and his whole person became confused.
Finally, Hong Wu knelt in front of Wang Ritian, holding the bright red fruit in his hand without moving.
There are so many farewells in the world. I used to think that there were quite a lot of farewell ceremonies, but none of them were done in the way we imagined.
The tears of separation are always uncontrollable in your imagination, but you never know that when you face them, the despair will block your throat and prevent you from saying goodbye at all.
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That year, there was snow falling in Huashan Mountain, and a man who looked to be 30 years old and dressed in rags was kneeling in front of Zixia Palace.
After a while, a seven or eight-year-old child wearing a Taoist priest's costume walked out of Zixia Palace.
"Are you a beggar? Huashan Mountain is so high, how did you get up there?" The child looked at the man in front of him curiously.
The man was still kneeling in silence. The little Taoist priest became even more curious. He pointed at the man and said, "Master said that you are almost 30 years old and are not suitable for awakening again. Even if you awaken, you won't achieve much. You just
Stop kneeling."
The man was still silent, still not saying a word, his body was shivering from the cold, his lips were purple, and he was still kneeling there.
"What a weirdo..." The child Taoist priest scratched his head. He didn't know what the man was obsessed with. He was just thinking about how cold it would be in such a cold weather.
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The next year, a strange thing happened in the world. All the bandits in the Qingshui Eighteen Villages were killed. There was a banner hanging at the gate of the village that read: The murderer, Wang Ritian.
At this point, Wang Ritian's name spread in the world!
In the next ten years, whenever demons and monsters everywhere are in turmoil, a man dressed in simple clothes will appear and save the common people from fire and water when everyone is in despair. Few people have seen his appearance, except that they know his surname is Wang.
I don't know at all. Some people say that he may be Wang Ritian back then.
Pushing further down the list, very few people know the name Wang Ritian.
It was not until that period of humiliating history that Wang Ritian single-handedly suppressed Japan's four forbidden curses, killing three and seriously injuring three, that Wang Ritian's name spread again, but only a few people still knew about it.
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That year, four leading geniuses at the time came to the West Lake River. They all had great ambitions and wanted to achieve something in their careers.
But they didn't expect to be overheard by an old man who was fishing on the side. The old man asked the four of them: "If you want to change the world, just you few high-level magicians?"
One of the young men, when he heard what the old man said, immediately retorted with some displeasure: "Sooner or later, a man must do what he says!"
"Haha... Then I want to see how many strong bones there are!"
The old man's look made the four of them breathless for a moment, and even had the urge to kneel down. But this time the old man was surprised, these four little guys could withstand his pressure.
The old man got a little playful and deliberately used a little more force. The three of them couldn't help it and took a step back. Although they didn't kneel down, they all looked embarrassed.
However, there was a young man who surprised the old man. There was a trace of blood hanging from the corner of the young man's mouth, and he didn't take a step back, just staring straight at the old man.
"What's your name?" the old man asked interestingly.
Unexpectedly, the young man knelt down directly, regardless of the blood at the corner of his mouth, and said loudly: "Young man Hong Wu, please accept me as your disciple!"
When the other three people saw this, they also knelt down. They could all tell that this old man was definitely a hidden master.
"Please sir, accept us as your disciples!"
"Hahaha... interesting, I really haven't thought about accepting a disciple, but seeing you guys, I really like me. My original name is Wang Shouchen, but people in the world like to call me Wang Ritian." The old man said.
He said with a smile, and then put down the fishing rod, as if he didn't intend to pay attention to these four little guys.
The four young men looked at each other and understood the old man's intention. They stood up, dusted off their clothes, and hurriedly followed.
The four of them followed to Lingyin Temple and bumped into a muscular old man doing push-ups. The man saw Wang Ritian coming back with four young people behind him, and he couldn't help but become interested.
"Oh, I said God! What are you..."
"The four newly recruited disciples are all very talented... Monk, what's the use of your muscles? They can't withstand my fist!" the old man said jokingly, waving his fist.
"You fart, if you can punch me, I will show you what it means to be a strong man?" The old monk punched his strong muscles and motioned for the old man to punch him.
"That's what you said..." The old man chuckled, spat on his hands, rubbed his hands, and punched with all his strength.
The old monk he saw flew out directly, but he didn't know how far away it was. After a while, he heard a roar, and thick smoke had already risen from the hills in the distance.
Behind him were four young men who were already stunned, with their mouths as big as eggs. They were even more determined to learn the skills from the master in the future, and try to push the muscle master as far as he did just now.
Time has passed in a flash, and the four young men have grown old, each with their own achievements.
Two of them became principals of prestigious schools, one inherited the family business, and the other just relied on his own stupidity to form a magic association.
And the old man who was fishing by the West Lake... stayed beside a dilapidated warehouse, basking in the sun and drinking wolfberry tea every day, feeling very uncomfortable.
Not long after, the situation in the country suddenly became chaotic, and the old man's four apprentices made quite a stir.
The four people reported the good news to the old man. When the old man heard about it, he just smiled, took a sip of wolfberry tea and said, "You must continue to work hard!"
After this, there is no future. Reality makes people compromise. The four young people who were full of ambitions began to hit the wall repeatedly after their initial success.
After that, none of them had the nerve to see the old man anymore. But none of them knew that several times their stupid behavior had put them in dangerous places, and the old man had quietly helped them to deal with it.
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That year, there was snow in Huashan Mountain. That year, there was a rumor in the rivers and lakes that a person would be killed at ten steps and no trace would be left for a thousand miles. That year, Japanese pirates were rampant and suppressed four thieves. That year, while fishing in the West Lake, I got four apprentices.
That year he kicked the little Taoist priest from Huashan and punched the old monk from Lingyin Temple.