The sword rises

Chapter 2083 I don't want to be immortal, I just want to have a clear conscience

Chapter 83 I don’t want to be immortal, I just want to have a clear conscience

That year, Bailichen was six years old.

That year, the master went down to the green mountain with a sword in his hand, and suppressed Minghai alone.

For more than ten years since then, Bailichen will stand at the foot of the green hill and wait every day, hoping to see the figure of the master returning.But it wasn't until Bailichen grew up that he realized the reality and knew that the master would never come back.

Baili Chen heaved a sigh of relief, and finally rebuilt the Dust Dao Sect, with its original glory.Whenever the night is quiet, Bailichen will look up at the moon, hoping that the master can see this scene.

The eternal chess game only talks about Taoism, not cultivation.

The middle-aged man walked slowly with a long sword in his hand.The simple Taoist robes can't conceal the power of the middle-aged Taoist, shaking the ancient and modern.

Many outstanding figures in the Taoist sect existed in previous eras, so they naturally didn't know this middle-aged Taoist and showed doubts on his face.The only thing they can know is that the middle-aged Taoist in front of them must be a world-class figure from the Daoist sect of Dust, worthy of respect.

"My Taoist disciples don't cause trouble, but they are never afraid of trouble. If you want to fight, then fight!"

The middle-aged Taoist didn't recognize Bailichen, but felt that Bailichen looked very familiar and felt close to him.He has long since died, and his bones do not exist. This figure is the trace left by the years.

Bailichen looked at the middle-aged Taoist, his eyes were flushed, and he showed a smile that he had never seen before.Even if it was Wuyou Daozu preaching, Bailichen didn't have much excitement and joy.

Only now, when Bailichen saw the middle-aged Taoist, did he feel that everything was worth it.

"Master, when are you coming back?"

"The stability of the world is the time when you return as a teacher."

"If the world is peaceful and the master has not returned, where should the disciple go to find you?"

"If the master doesn't come back, then...he won't come back, and you don't have to come looking for it."

In a daze, Bailichen saw that scene again for many years, and his vision was gradually covered by tears, a little blurred.

At this moment, Bailichen looked at the figure of the middle-aged Taoist, a smile from the bottom of his mouth appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he murmured in his heart: "Master, the disciples have come to look for you. Dust Daoist sect has not fallen."

Bailichen didn't go forward to reveal his identity for the time being, but just stood there, looking at the middle-aged Taoist quietly.

"Disciple of Dao Sect, do not allow oppression!"

"If you want to fight, then fight!"

"In my life, I don't want to be immortal, but to have a clear conscience."

One of the heroes of Daozong forcibly guarded Bailichen's side with the power of the laws of the eternal chess game, confronting many of the ancient heroes.

Emperor Fulong couldn't understand the belief and will carried by the people of Daoist Sect. The only thing he could do was to control himself and not to do anything to Bailichen.

Emperor Fulong once made good friends with the master of Taoism in an era, and he deeply admires it.

The middle-aged Taoist holds a long sword in his hand, and fights against an ancient hero. He does not lose the wind.

Bailichen temporarily forgot about the situation he was in, and only saw the figure of the middle-aged Taoist in his eyes.Seeing the middle-aged Taoist waving the long sword in his hand, Bai Lichen seemed to have returned to his childhood.

"Master, master, that sword just now is so cool, what's its name?"

"Withered wood swordsmanship."

"Master, what about this sword?"

"Daochen swordsmanship, one of the top techniques of my Daochen sect."

"Master, what kind of sword technique are you using now?"

"You have asked so many times, what exactly do you want to learn?"

Many years ago, in a dilapidated Taoist temple, a middle-aged Taoist looked at the three-year-old child in front of him and asked angrily.

"Master, you are killing me."

The three-year-old child burst into tears instantly, and the tears made people feel heartache.

Seeing this, the middle-aged Taoist squeezed out a rare smile, stepped forward and hugged the three-year-old child in his arms, and coaxed softly: "Don't cry, don't cry, master will never hurt you again."

"really?"

The child was wearing a loose Taoist robe, and said in a childish voice.

"Of course it is true, Master will never lie to you."

The middle-aged Taoist promised.

"That's fine." The child stopped crying immediately, and grinned: "Master, I want to watch you punch."

"..." The middle-aged Taoist is very helpless, you don't learn this, you don't learn that, what do you want to learn?

However, there is nothing the middle-aged Taoist can do. If he has enough time, he certainly won't let a child as young as three years old learn Taoism.

One day, a man in red came to the door of the tattered Taoist temple and bowed slightly: "Is the current Taoist master here?"

"Who are you?"

The middle-aged Taoist held a sleeping three-year-old child in his arms, and looked warily at the man in red.

"Under the Tomb of Floating Life, Zhuge Haokong."

The man in red said politely.

"So it's Mister San from the Tomb of Floating Life, so be polite."

The middle-aged Taoist didn't care about worldly affairs, although he couldn't recognize the man in red at a glance, he still heard about what the man in red did and said with admiration.

"The Nine Nether Seas are gradually becoming unstable, and the seal is loose. I'm afraid I need to trouble the Taoist master to go."

The man in red explained his purpose.

"I know." The middle-aged Taoist glanced at the child who was sleeping soundly in his arms, and his expression was gloomy: "Dust Taoist sect was finally destroyed in my hands."

"As long as the Floating Life Tomb survives, Daoist Sect will last forever. This child will definitely inherit the will of Daoist Sect in the future, and will not insult the majesty of Daoist Sect."

The man in red took a look at the three-year-old child, and he saw that the child was a rare evil in ten thousand years, and he would definitely be able to reappear the glory of Dust Dao Sect in the future.

"After I leave, Mr. Hope can take care of this child."

The middle-aged Taoist said in a pleading tone.

"must."

Zhuge Haokong nodded in agreement.

After many years, Zhuge Haokong asked Gu Hengsheng to make friends with Bailichen, and secretly paved the way for Bailichen, so that Bailichen would be less catastrophic.

The years are long, and many heroes and heroes have died forever.

Compared with the endless years, the Dust Dao Sect has only existed for more than a million years, which is really nothing.However, all the previous heroes of Dust Dao Sect have a Taoist heart to help the world, stick to their original heart, and never waver.

Even if we are in the rules of the eternal chess game, our Daozong's will and beliefs cannot be obliterated or shaken.

In the face of the heroes of ancient times, all the heroes of the Taoist sect dared to draw their swords and fight to protect our disciples of the Taoist sect to be safe.

"A dead wood sword can change the years, and a sword is a bone."

Bailichen looked at the swordsmanship displayed by the middle-aged Taoist and muttered to himself.

It didn't take long to see the middle-aged Taoist defeating an eternal hero without changing his face.

Just like what Zhuge Haokong said, the masters of the Taoist sect in the past are all outstanding people, and none of them are mediocre.And the previous master of Daozong can be called the most!

If a Dao Sect disciple has the ambition to prove the Dao, the Dust Dao Sect can account for half of the previous great emperors in the past million years!
This sentence is not a compliment or false praise, but a fact.

"Seven Stars Jade Sword, there are seven styles in total, each sword can cut stars and destroy stars, and the charm of Taoism is boundless."

Bai Lichen seemed to see himself when he was a child, sitting on a bench, watching the master wielding swordsmanship, living a happy and peaceful life.

"The [-]-style Daochen sword cuts the seven emotions and six desires, cuts off half-hearted and half-hearted."

The middle-aged Taoist slashed away with one sword after another, even in the face of the power of the Daoist law of the former Emperor Zhengdao, he did not lose the wind in the slightest.

If it wasn't for the times, if it wasn't for sticking to the belief of Dust Dao Sect.What is so difficult about proving the Tao and ascending the emperor?

It's just a thought!
Dugu Shang, who was somewhere far away, noticed Bailichen's position, and fought thousands of moves with a master swordsman, finally the winner was decided.

Dugushang walked thousands of miles, came to this void, saw the middle-aged Taoist who was wielding a sword, his fighting spirit continued to rise, and whispered: "Is such a terrifying sword cultivator a master of Dust Dao Sect?" ?”

A big battle was breaking out here, and Dugu Shang couldn't get to Bailichen's side.

Bailichen was still immersed in his own world at this moment, and he didn't notice that Dugu Shang was watching from not far away.

After going through a series of thrilling bloody battles, the middle-aged Taoist was naturally injured, and his figure gradually disappeared.Seeing this scene, Bailichen finally regained his senses and struggled out of the memories of the past years.

Bailichen immediately displayed the Shangqing Immortal Scripture he had comprehended, waved his sleeves, and said softly: "Move the stars and change the battle, order!"

It can be seen with the naked eye that Daozong's mantra and dao pattern appeared behind all the heroes of Daozong, which temporarily shocked many heroes from all ages.

"The lost Shangqing Immortal Scripture."

The middle-aged Taoist said in surprise, and turned to look at Bailichen.

Bai Lichen and the middle-aged Taoist looked at each other, feeling a little uneasy in his heart, fearing that the figure of the middle-aged Taoist would disappear completely in the next moment.

"May I ask which senior of my Taoist sect you are?"

The middle-aged Taoist didn't see the scene of Wuyou Taoist preaching just now, so he naturally regarded Bailichen as an old man from millions of years ago.What surprised the middle-aged Taoist was that the person in front of him was obviously made of flesh and blood, but someone from the outside world.Logically speaking, the Dust Dao Sect of the later generations has already declined, so how could there still be such an inheritance as the Shangqing Immortal Scripture?

"Master, Chen'er has come to look for you."

Bailichen's eyes were full of tears, and he smiled like a child.

Doom!

The middle-aged Taoist's movements paused, and the expression on his face was extremely surprised, and there was a hint of excitement and joy: "You...you are Chen'er?"

"En." Bailichen nodded heavily.

"Good, good, good!"

The middle-aged Taoist didn't know what to say, he nodded vigorously, and his right hand, which was holding the long sword tightly, trembled slightly.

whirring—

Suddenly, a huge black vortex appeared in this empty space.

The vortex hangs above the heads of Bailichen and the others, exuding the power of the original law of the Dao.

For a moment, the figures of the heroes of Daozong began to distort, and the power of the eternal chess game was oppressing the restless factors.The black vortex engulfed every outstanding person in it, obliterating the traces of their years forever.

The middle-aged Taoist was no exception, the long sword in his hand was annihilated, and his figure disappeared.At the last moment, Taoist looked at Bailichen and smiled in relief.

"Disciple Bailichen, respectfully send off Master, respectfully send off to all seniors."

Bailichen's heart felt cramped, but he still maintained his rationality, knelt down in the void, and kowtowed.

(End of this chapter)