Changsheng starts from Tiangang 36

Chapter 62 Although a tortoise lives long, the peach blossoms bloom in the middle of the mountain!

"Although the tortoise lives long, it still has its time; when the snake rides the fog, it ends up as ashes. The old man has a long-term ambition; the martyr's old age is full of ambition. The period of shrinking is not only in the sky;

The blessing of raising joy can lead to eternal life.Fortunately, even zai, singing to sing aspirations. "

In the desolate temple on the west mountain, bonfires were blazing, Jiang Li sat cross-legged on the ground, clasped his hands together and chanted, his voice soft and passionate.

A thousand-year-old hero's "Gui Shi Shou" sang from his mouth.

"Although the tortoise lives long, it has its own time, soars and dances like a snake, and eventually turns into soil..."

As soon as the poem came out, everyone present was refreshed and deeply attracted.

The poems are calm and passionate, with wind and thunder in the pen, ups and downs, and contain a heroic spirit of self-improvement.

Unwilling to age, disbelieve in destiny, keep striving and pursuing!

Even though the tortoise and the soaring snake are legendary beasts, they still cannot escape the shackles of Shouyuan, and they are mortal.

But people should not feel depressed because of the arrival of old age, they should be strong and enterprising when they are old.

If the Qi is strong and strong, it is enough to cover everything.

Life is like water, and the dead are like this. If you realize the perishable pain in life and just use sorrow and pain to soothe your soul, you will lose your life goals, beliefs and pursuits, and eventually turn into a cup of soil like a turtle or a snake.

A man should be firm and unyielding, and because life is difficult, he must use all time and opportunities to create great achievements and be bold and enterprising!

"Although the tortoise lives long, it has its own time, soars and dances with the snake, and it will end up as soil!"

The body of the one-armed old soldier shook, a line of poetry flowed in his heart, and the alcohol that paralyzed his spirit and will disappeared instantly.

He sat up abruptly, opened his eyes, and the two rays of light shot directly at the bullfighting bull, where there was still a bit of chaos.

Every sentence Jiang Li blurted out made him excited, and the blood in his aging body began to flow faster, faster and stronger.

At the end, Qi and blood rushed like a great river, flowing endlessly.

"An old man, with aspirations for thousands of miles; a martyr in his old age, with great aspirations..."

The one-armed old soldier was breathing heavily, his blood was gushing, and he chanted along with Jiang Li. Every time he recited a sentence, his spirit became stronger and more restrained.

The spirit is getting higher and higher, more condensed, almost like the essence.

The bitter cold wind roared and raged under the night, but they were all isolated hundreds of feet away from the mountain temple.

"The period of surplus and contraction is not only in the sky; the blessing of nourishing happiness can lead to eternal life."

The one-armed old soldier's voice became louder and louder, his chest rose and fell violently, rumbling, as if thunder were rolling in his chest.

Standing nearby, Jiang Li and the others could only feel an indescribable aura or a violent uplift in spirit from the one-armed old soldier in front of them, almost rushing up into the sky and reaching the court of God!
The loud and clear voice was even more thunderous, spreading far away, almost shaking the entire world!
bang bang bang

In the big camp in the Xishan paddock, lights were lit one after another, and countless people rushed out of the tents, looking into the distance with expressions of shock on their faces.

boom boom boom

In the mountain temple, in the body of the one-armed old soldier, blood was surging, washing his whole body, and a kind of accumulated power began to expand and sprout.

"Fortunately, it's a blessing to sing to sing aspirations!"

Finally, the one-armed old soldier raised his head to the sky and howled, a beam of energy visible to the naked eye rose from above his head and went straight into the sky.

Resonate with the heaven and the earth, shine with the sun and the moon!
Under the empty fur coat, the old and shriveled body began to sprout, filling up rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Skin is stretched and regains its radiance.

The hair, which was originally whiter than snow, started from the root of the hair like ink, and was dyed to the tip of the hair.

After a dozen or so breaths, a valiant figure with thick black hair and a body hidden like a god and demon stood in the temple.

His black hair fluttered, and his body was as majestic as a mountain.

The bone at the broken arm grew and pierced the skin, and flesh and blood clinged to it, growing rapidly, and finally turned into a complete arm.

The pure and yang aura suddenly spread, and wherever it passed, the snow melted and the grass and trees were in spring.

A kind of warmth like the morning sun spreads to the whole world.

dead wood.

Peach blossoms.

Dye half of the Western Hills red!
"Essence is like smoke, and a martial sage powerhouse was born in my Great Zhou Dynasty!"

"To the southeast, it seems to be outside the paddock. Which master of transformation will break through? Rong Huo, the commander of the Jinwu Guard, or Ye Zuo, the commander of the left army?"

"No matter who it is, my Great Zhou Dynasty has an extra Martial Saint powerhouse, a Martial Saint powerhouse!"

"Great Zhou Law, Martial Sage is named Marquis!"

At the foot of the West Mountain, the smoke of spirit energy reaches straight into the sky, and the flowers bloom in the middle of the mountain, causing a sensation in the whole camp.

Regardless of the princes, generals, or eunuchs and maids, they all walked out of the tent and looked at the smoke of energy that shot straight into the sky.

The saint, transcendental and refined, supports the world with his spine.

Each of them is an existence that has mastered the most powerful force in the world.

Even in the most prosperous and powerful dynasty in the world, the Martial Saint is absolutely supreme, the ultimate force to shock the world.

"My lord, since Rong Huo stepped into the realm of divine transformation three years ago, it has been difficult to improve the realm of martial arts. Although Ye Zuo is a master of the great perfection of the realm of divine transformation, his martial arts will is fierce and fierce. Even if he stepped into the realm of martial saints, It will not condense the spirit of 'sheng' boxing!"

In the deepest part of the paddock camp, an animal skin tent covering an area of ​​hundreds of meters stood like a palace.

Inside the tent, the lights were bright, like daytime.

On the majestic dome is a picture of the blue sky over thousands of miles embroidered by hundreds of the best embroiderers in the south of the Yangtze River after ten years of hard work.

A martial artist in the Xiantian realm is like a torch of light, and if he looked up, it would be difficult to tell whether the blue sky above his head was a painting or the real sky.

The ground was covered with a pure white carpet made of polar bear fur, the fluff was soft and thick enough to cover the ankles of a grown man.

On the [-]-step high platform made of fine copper, there is a royal chair made of fine gold, covered with grand and sacred mysterious patterns, and powerful magic power circulates in it.

A statue of the Nine Nether Flame Sparrow, covered in flames, hangs above the imperial chair, like a god overlooking the heavens and the earth, guarding the Dazhou Sheji River and Mountains.

At this moment, in Nuo Da's tent, there were only two majestic, majestic and extraordinary middle-aged men standing opposite each other.

Zhenwuhou Jiang Shirong was dressed in a golden silk python robe and a purple gold crown on his head. He stood under the fine copper platform. His long and narrow eyes shone brightly, and there were thousands of knives and spears dormant in the killing array.

"Thus, it is not Rong Huo and Ye Zuo who are promoted to Martial Saints, but someone else!"

Jiang Shirong walked to the front of the big tent and looked at the smoke of energy in the distance, "This fist spirit contains the meaning of rebirth, the wish of Nirvana reincarnation, long-cherished wish, I seem to have seen it somewhere!"

"Apart from the royal family and meritorious generals, only the guards of Shengjing and the Governor's Mansion of the Left Army are the only ones accompanying me to hunt in the west mountain this time. Could it be that there are masters that I don't know about hidden here!"

On the golden imperial chair in the depths of the high platform, there was a tall man with a majestic and icy demeanor.

Wearing a golden crown and a five-clawed dragon robe, he sits upright in the imperial chair, with sword eyebrows on his temples, and phoenix eyes that are powerful and sharp, with strong confidence.

It has the supreme bearing to look down on the world, look down on all things, and control all beings.

It was the master of Da Zhou's generation, Emperor Jing Sima Yi.

(End of this chapter)