I am the Tao of bad people

In the long river of time, the water surges past.

I won't stop for anyone, nor will I wait for anyone.

Winter of the twenty-second year of Datong.

Shen Feng once again felt the separation of life and death.

But this time, it was Shi Yao.

Back then, Grandma Shi Yao was not just a nickname.

This is a real age difference.

Not only her, Ying Gou and Jiang Chen are even from the previous generation. After Shen Feng used the Tiangang Jue to replenish their internal energy to a certain extent, their bodies will age faster.

There is no immortality, and no one can escape the fate of reincarnation.

Shen Feng is already 52 years old, but these women have always refused to tell us how old they are.

They seemed to have discussed it beforehand and all said: The girl’s age is kept confidential.

Fortunately, Yuan Tiangang left behind a lot of elixirs of immortality, with one pill left over for each person, allowing them to remain at the most beautiful and stunning.

However, the destined life span does not allow for more.

Until one day, Shi Yao took Shen Feng's hand and whispered in his ear: "Goudan... I want to go back to Cangbing Valley."

Shen Feng's hand, which had been writing about political affairs for years, finally stopped.

He stared at Shi Yao's beautiful smile, and suddenly he realized that after being busy for many years, it was time for him to take care of the family affairs.

"Okay, I'll go with you."

He didn't say I.

He still looks like the boy who called Shi Yao Grandma.

And this departure is a farewell forever.

Datong 24th year Datong 25th year Datong 27th year
Until
Thirty years of Datong.

Li Sheng stood outside Song Yunji's door and hesitated repeatedly, while Shen Feng, his steps gradually slowed down, walked into the house little by little. He decorated this place to look like the Qi Kingdom in the past. The layout of Huanyinfang reappeared in Song Yunji's eyes, and Shen Feng, he walked slowly from outside the door, as if he had walked through their lives.

Looking at that figure, which overlapped with the young man in his prime back then, tears welled up in Song Yunji's eyes.

Her voice was soft but hoarse.

"I remember telling you that if you have anything to say, you must tell me."

"I know."

"What's the use of just knowing... You still have something in your heart and refuse to tell me..."

"It's just a small matter, nothing. Be good, go to sleep if you are tired."

Shen Feng reached out and gently touched her hair, comforting her as he did back then.

"fool."

Song Yunji raised her hand slightly, held his hand, and gave him the last bit of strength.

"Even if you don't tell me, I can guess. Is it because of Yuan Tiangang?"

Song Yunji once resented and hated this name, but she always had some respect for it.

In her heart, she also understands such people.

And her husband is such a person.

Shen Feng pulled the corners of his mouth, forced a smile, and said softly.

"I knew I couldn't hide anything from you."

"But it's too painful for you. I will feel very sad...very sad."

"We have met for decades, how have I changed?"

"Shen Feng...I want to tell you. I will wait for you, and wait forever."

"Then you...may have to wait for a very long time."

"No matter how long it takes, I am willing to...wait for you..."

In the 30th year of Datong, Empress Song Yunji of Emperor Wuzong died at the age of 72.

She came from troubled times, and to die of old age in troubled times is the greatest blessing for a person.

The whole world is in grief.

The Annals of the Tang Dynasty - "The Veritable Records of Emperor Wuzong of Tang" records: Ning Wang Shen Kuo begged to go to the capital to mourn many times in his fiefdom of Wuchang, but Emperor Wuzong still refused.

The desperate Shen Kuo knelt on the top of the Wuchang city wall for three days, vomiting and crying blood, but he still could not leave his fiefdom.

The crying sound spread throughout the city walls, and in the wind, everyone in the world could hear it vaguely: "Father! Mother! I was wrong! I was wrong!!"

He called Shen Feng "father", but called Song Yunji "mother".

At this moment, Shen Kuo finally understood what it meant to be an emperor.

After living half his life, he realized that he was not cut out for it.

Shen Kuo fell seriously ill after that, his hair turned white rapidly, and his life span was greatly reduced.

When the news reached the capital, Emperor Wuzong heard the news and ordered the bad men to send him an elixir of life to maintain his health, but Shen Kuo was unwilling to take it.

Later, King Shen He of Yunnan went to Wuchang in person and brought him a letter written specifically for him by Empress Wuzong.

In the lonely place, there is little comfort.

Shen He also remembered Shen Feng's words. Therefore, after sending her mother off in the 27th year of Datong, she rarely returned to Chang'an in her life.

The mind of an emperor is the most ruthless.

At the age of sixty, Shen Feng became a real loner at this moment.

There is war in troubled times and peace in prosperous times.

He was covered in wounds and was mentally and physically exhausted.

Today, he lost her again.

At this moment, Shen Feng actually felt a sense of emptiness, neither sad nor happy. He seemed to be in another world. He took out the seven-star abacus beads from his arms, and following his instinct, he casually cast a hexagram.

Shen Feng lowered his head in a daze, but the hexagram suddenly woke him up.

"Xinyou..." "Great chaos, all the barbarians are subdued."

"Call us brothers, six or seven countries."

"The smoke from the sword cleared and the sea became calm,"

"Call yourself emperor and king and unify the country."

"There is still an evil star hiding in the northwest,"

"I have not been able to sing the song of peace."

“Hehe…hehehe…hahahahahahahaha…”

"I have not been able to sing the song of peace..."

He smiled so desolately, his voice gradually getting older, yet so free and easy.

"Gangzi. Brother Chunfeng."

"It seems that I, Shen Xiaofeng..."

“It’s time.”

The dungeon secret room of Taiji Hall.

Shen Feng stood beside an altar. He looked at the mask on the altar and the pill on the mask.

He built this altar based on the appearance of the Tibetan Soldiers Valley.

He has the most special feelings for Cangbing Valley.

That's his home.

At this moment, Shen Feng looked at the mask on the altar and thought of his family again.

Sixty years have passed in a flash.

This blink of an eye, sixty years, is his entire life.

He closed his eyes, and the scene of those people asking questions when he ascended the throne appeared in his mind again.

They asked this question over and over again, for many, many years.

But his original intention has never changed.

"What do you want?"

"The world is unified."

"What do you want?!"

"The world is unified!"

"What do you want?!"

"The world is unified!!!"

"Is this really what you want to do?"

"That's right! I want to be the emperor, and then bring peace to the world!"

They are still asking.

Over and over again, over and over again...

Those many figures disappeared in a flash. Shen Feng closed his eyes, but the first figure appeared in his mind.

"Shen Feng. At the age of sixty, do you still want to bring peace to the world?!"

He wore a mask and walked out from his heart, just as he looked back then.

Shen Feng looked at him in his memory, chuckled and whispered softly.

"Gangzi, I said it many years ago, you...don't underestimate me, Shen Goufeng..."

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, and all the colors disappeared, leaving only the final determination, just like he had back then!
"The world is unified!"

"For the sake of world peace!!!"

Shen Feng shouted in a deep voice!!
He raised his domineering hand, grabbed the pill on the mask, and slammed it into his mouth!

It’s the elixir of life—the inferior version.

Even Yuan Tiangang, who is such a genius, couldn't create a perfect elixir of life, let alone Shen Feng.

The medicine he took was the same medicine that Yuan Tiangang took back then, the kind with extremely serious side effects.

The path of Duokuohuo was not suitable for him after all.

But it doesn't matter.

All Shen Feng wants is immortality.

Shen Feng closed his eyes, quietly feeling his sudden increase in internal strength, feeling his decaying body becoming sunken. His cheeks began to become bony and bumpy, and finally his dry gums were exposed. His decadent but not ugly face began to become ugly.

Shen Feng's cultivation in this life was enough to allow him to withstand the erosion of the elixir of immortality, but he still had to pay a price. In fact, the price he paid was even greater than Yuan Tiangang's.

As a result, his body was decaying much faster than Yuan Tiangang's.

Shen Feng later learned that even if there had not been the fire of Wu Zhou, Yuan Tiangang still could not maintain his youthful body as the years passed.

Starting from his neck, all he could maintain was the righteousness in his heart.

After a while, Shen Feng opened his eyes and took out a seven-star abacus from his arms. In the reflection of the beads, Shen Feng saw a familiar face.

He thought of the face he saw when he first came into this world.

"You look...really ugly..."

he murmured.

Just like...back then.

“Hehehe…hahahahahahaha!”

The expression on Shen Feng's face seemed to be both crying and laughing. He grabbed the mask on the altar and pressed the mask he had worn back then onto his face.

He put on the mask himself.

It is said that one should not fear ghosts and gods, but should fear the human heart.

He turned and left, his back looked very much like him back then. (End of this chapter)