Daoist priest, stop fighting. The avenue is almost gone.

Chapter 608 Epilogue, General Guo's fate, the last seven days
Two days later.

The mountains and rivers calmed down, and everything returned to peace again.

After a day of celebration, the people of the Eastern Continent of the Ancient Star Realm began to resume their new production and life.

The scars on the earth can be healed easily with Yi Chen's current pinnacle of cultivation, but the scars in people's hearts are not so easy to heal, and this requires the power of time.

The power of the Dao Fruit Battle was so immense that even with Yi Chen trying his best to control and gather his strength, and with two Dao Fruit monks, Zhan Xingzi and Huan Guzi, rushing around to put out fires and provide support, there were still hundreds of thousands of unlucky guys who completely ended their short lives.

Of course, there are many monks among these unlucky people.
This group of people were simply bloodthirsty spectators, facing the battle of Daoguo, instead of feeling afraid, they used their magic power to fly to the sky, and insisted on getting forward to watch the shocking battle. In the end, they were blown to pieces by a shock wave that came out of nowhere.

One of the True Lord cultivators left a very deep impression on Yi Chen. It was that old man who howled before he died, "It's worth dying for me to have witnessed such a great battle in my lifetime." Yi Chen strongly suspected that this old man was a water ghost looking for a substitute, and wanted to take someone with him to die with him before he died.

But it must be said that this old Deng was a successful "water ghost" because he did succeed in motivating the monks behind him.
The dead are gone, and the living are like this.

After the war celebration, people who had previously moved away from their homes began to return home in groups.

Among them are people who have lost their loved ones.

"But what can I do about it?"

"My grandson, you should look forward while you are alive. Your parents are not blessed and don't have such a fate. Let the past be the past."

"Yangcheng is in front of us. The hero who saved the world was born in Yangcheng. Such great people are truly blessed with long-lasting fortunes. Grandpa will take you to the place where he lived to take a tour and bring some good fortune to you, little kid. Okay?"

On a dilapidated ox cart, an old man and a young boy were traveling with their valuables.

Amid the creaking sound of the wheels, the two snot bubbles hanging from the little kid next to the old man grew longer, but no one knew if the snot bubbles were frozen or caused by crying.

The old man stretched out his rough hands, picked a broad leaf from the roadside, and tremblingly but gently wiped away the two slugs hanging on the little kid's face.

"Is it the elder brother of Taoist Master Yi, who is so terrifying?"

"It was the big brother who was the god in the sky that day and beat the bad guy to death."

The little kid stopped sobbing, and suddenly there was a hint of admiration in his eyes.

"Yes, that amazing big brother."

Seeing that his little grandson was finally cheered up, the old man couldn't help but smile.

He hid his sadness deep in his heart, opened his mouth wide, revealing a few yellow and black front teeth. He immediately left the team and drove the ox cart towards a distant city.

There were many people in the team who shared the same idea as him.

With a creaking sound, the wheels left two shallow traces on the ground. Soon, the father and son drove the ox cart into Yangcheng.

Halfway through the journey, the road ahead suddenly became congested.

A group of soldiers as ferocious as wolves and tigers, led by a beardless middle-aged Confucian scholar, rushed straight towards a fat black man in brocade clothes!
"What are you going to do? My father, Guo Dayan, and my Guo family are the property of Fairy Shi Ran of the Tianxing Sect."

Suddenly seeing such a sudden change, the face of the fat black boy who came from a wealthy family changed drastically, and he immediately brought up his background as if he was announcing a dish, for fear that others would make a mistake.

"That's right, we are looking for you, Mr. Guo!"

The soldiers, as ferocious as wolves and tigers, came up to the little black fat man, all of them smiled happily. A group of people took out weapons from behind their backs and put armor on Master Guo, and put seals on him.

Soon, a majestic little black fat man appeared on the long street with a confused look on his face.

Then all the soldiers knelt on one knee, clasped their fists and saluted:
"I pay my respects to the General Zhendong!"

"Ah? Are you mistaken? I don't even know how to deploy troops. How can I be the General of Zhendong in Daqian?"

"Don't panic, Mr. Guo. You don't know how to deploy troops. There are many people in the Zhendong Army who can do that. Just come with us. We are not looking for the wrong person. We are looking for the eldest son of the Guo family in Yangcheng."

A middle-aged scholar with a white face and no beard came forward and said with a smile.

"Ah, is it really me? But I am powerless, I only have two hundred pounds of flesh, and I don't know how to practice. If you ask me to charge into battle, isn't that asking me to die?"

Mr. Guo's voice couldn't help but have a hint of tears.
"Please spare my life, I have a good friend named Yi Chen, and I drank wine with Taoist Master Yi before."

"Hey, young master, there's no need for you to charge into battle."

All the soldiers couldn't help but grin when they heard this.

"Then what do you want me to do?" Mr. Guo was completely confused.

"Sir, you don't have to do anything. Just go back and serve as my General Zhendong. You are destined to be a general. Small things like deploying troops and charging into battle are not your business at all." The middle-aged Confucian scholar explained with a smile in his hoarse voice.

"what?"

"Stop it, young master. Take Young Master Guo away quickly. Otherwise, if the bastards from the other three kingdoms get to know about this, it will be a nightmare."

"We in Daqian are now close to the water and get the moon first!"

As the middle-aged scholar laughed, a group of people quickly left and order was restored on the street.

After some inquiries, the old man finally knew the whole story of the previous congestion.

He couldn't help but clapped his hands and sighed:
"Little bean, you are amazing, Master Yi."

"It turns out that the little black fat boy just now is the one that Taoist Master Yichengzi once said he could become a great general."

"Look, this man is truly destined to be a general. The Taoist priest is truly a god. Isn't this coming true today?"

"Little bean, let's go quickly and choose a good location near the mansion where Taoist Yi was born. Grandpa will bring you more blessings."

The old man carried the little kid on his shoulders and continued to drive the ox cart with a smile on his face.

"Grandpa, I want to be a god in the future!"

"Be a good god with high morals like Taoist Yi, and fight the bad guys." The little kid looked around, holding his grandfather's clothes tightly, and said proudly.

"Okay! Our little kid will become a god when he grows up."

A hint of depression flashed across the old man's eyes, but he still responded with a smile on his face.

"The future little god is here, Black Bull, let's go~"

"Let's go get some good fortune too!"

With a loud and long horn sound, the old cow began to march along the long street with great spirituality.

At this moment, in Qian Country, the headquarters of the extremely prestigious Qiluo Palace in the ancient star realm.

The morally upright and awe-inspiring Pure Yang Taoist Master Yi was reading the palm of a charming but not coquettish fairy in a white dress:

"Miss Bai Lian, your palms look so ominous!"

"I think you can do great things in the future!"

"Really? Lord Ying Si, Lian'er would like to borrow your good wishes." The fairy in white dress said with surprise.

"Of course, I, Ying Si, never speak in a roundabout way!" Yi Chen grinned, then frowned.
"But fairy, the trend of your palm is not very good. It needs to be broken!"

Yichengzi, Yichengzi, the number one cosplayer in Daqin, changed his username out of his idol image and started flirting with a fairy cosplayer.

Since the burning of the furnace of heaven and earth cannot stop, just enjoy the last seven days of this body's life.

This was also a reward made by Yi Chengzi for the Three Corpses' Spirit, Uncle Peng Jiao, for his Blood Horse Heavenly Art in the previous war.

After communicating with Astrologer and others, Yi Chen's current information was naturally blocked. Everyone else thought that he was in seclusion. Only a very few people in the Tianxing Sect knew where he was and that he was working overtime.

If you only have seven days left to live, what would you choose to do?
Yi Chen voted with his feet.

On the first day, during the celebration, they captured the only three remaining Xiantai demons in the Western Continent and went to the brothel to listen to music.

On the second day, I listened to music in the brothel.

On the third day, we listened to music in the brothel.

sixth day.

"Fuck, Fairy He, what do you want to do? Why are you here? Get out of here!"

At night, with the sky full of stars, an uninvited guest suddenly appeared.

She was a nun dressed in palace clothes, holding a lantern, her lips were red without any makeup, her eyebrows were green without any makeup, and there was a cinnabar mole on the center of her eyebrows. She was so beautiful in the night that it made people's heart tremble.

A fragrant breeze enters the room!
(End of this chapter)