I Am Immortal

Chapter 562 God deserves to defeat me!

 Times have changed and the world has changed.

 All things are renewed.

The scholar in blue shirt was chatting with the graceful woman, smiling, but he saw a look of worry in Emperor Wa's eyes. Fuxi naturally knew what Emperor Wa was worried about, holding a tea cup in his hand, After taking a sip of tea, he glanced ahead and saw the closed storage room.

 It wasn’t just his eyes that dropped from time to time.

Even Taoist Ran Deng, the old Qing Niu who was basking in the sun, and even the little dragon girl who occasionally 'passed by' couldn't help but look at that house.

 Nine years.

 Nine years ago, Qi Wuhuo walked into this quiet room and sat down peacefully.

 Nine years ago, his aura had dropped from the peak to the weakest level, just like an ordinary person. However, in the past nine years, his aura has become more than weak like an ordinary person.

 It has been lost and lost again, gradually disappearing.

 Especially recently, Fuxi could hardly detect the Taoist's aura. If it weren't for the fact that Qi Wuzhuo's "existence" was still very clear in his eyes, he would have almost thought that the Taoist was about to die of old age!

Emperor Wa finally couldn't bear it any longer and said, "Wuhuo, why hasn't he come out yet?"

Old Qingniu shook his head and looked over. Even Taoist Ran Deng stopped sweeping. The young Taoist-looking Yao Ling blinked his eyes. They all looked at Fu Xi. The one who could answer this question was here. There was only this casual man in blue shirt.

Fuxi remained silent for a long time and said, "The time is not yet up."

 There is not enough time yet...

Empress Wa, Taoist Ran Deng and Lao Qing Niu were all chewing on this sentence in their hearts. Their faces looked sad, complicated, and they also wondered whether the scribe in green shirt was deliberately making a puzzle, after all, they wanted to pry it out of his mouth. To speak the truth is simply more difficult than reaching the sky.

But think about it again, after all, this is what Emperor Wa asked, and even Emperor Xi would not lie or deliberately cover up this issue.

Thinking of this, I felt a little depressed again. I looked at the sky and sighed sadly.

 Melancholy, melancholy.

I was so melancholy that I had no energy to chew my cud.

Fuxi raised his head and looked at the sky. His eyes turned into vertical pupils, cold and clear. The flow and change of human destiny had reached its limit. There was no need to doubt this. But at this point, Qi Wuhuo's coming out of the mountain was different from this. The prosperity of human nature and luck has little to do with it.

 Just like the reason why his cultivation has advanced by leaps and bounds and entered the "True Lord" when he left the Sanqing Sect.

 At that time, Qi Wuhuo was walking in the direction of "being born in response to circumstances and acting in response to calamities".

 Now, the fortune has been fulfilled, and the calamity will come in the future.

Naturally, the Taoist has not yet taken this step, but when it will come, even Emperor Xi is a little unsure. This seems to involve the direction and foundation of Yu or Qing's path. Although its momentum has not soared into the sky. , but the deep foundation has been revealed.

If that step comes, it will be as natural as the wind blowing the weeping willow, like a sword being unsheathed or a crossbow being strung tensely and intensely, and then it will be taken naturally. But now, although the human destiny is perfect, there is no enemy.

 This cannot be the case.

“The spring snow has not melted, the icebergs have not melted away, the birds have not broken their shells, and the beasts have not cried and roared, it is not without destiny.”

 “It’s out of season.”

“It’s not the right time, it’s not the right time…”

The scholar in green shirt looked in the direction of Qi Wuhuo and sighed.

 A full nine years have passed since the gray-haired old man walked into it.

 There were three seventeen years first, making a total of fifty-one years.

Another nine years have passed since the Spring and Autumn Period.

In front of Fuxi's eyes, he seemed to see the young Taoist with black hair and a wooden hairpin who was high-spirited a century ago. But now in the secret room of the human capital, he was just wearing a black robe, with a wrinkled face, white hair and closed eyes. old man.

　　The period of time has arrived, when will you come out of seclusion, and when will you open your eyes?

 With such great potential, where do you want to go?

 What to do again?

 Fuxi lowered his head, his hands trembled slightly, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

ah-

It has to be said that after such a long time, I once again feel the same excitement as if I were facing the pain of the past. Apart from the excitement, there is even a kind of fear, an instinct to intercept this 'ritual', It belongs to the ancient snake of destruction, the intuition of the most dangerous and fierce god.

 He raised his head and looked at the peaceful sky.

俼, what to do?

 “Where is this final disaster?”

The wind blows through the sky, birds fly across the earth, people walk on the road, wild animals gallop in the mountains and fields, all things follow the natural road, and the bells under the storage room jingle.

The gray-haired old man was sitting in front of him, his eyes closed.

 Breathing is almost non-existent.

 Loss after damage, gradually approaching inaction.

 I am also in heaven and earth.

  ………

 “Your Majesty, the Saint Emperor, will live forever through the ages.”

 “Immortal with the heaven and earth, with the same lifespan as the sun and the moon!”

The gray-haired old minister saluted with a bit of compliment, but also a bit of fanaticism, but the last words he said were a bit surprising. He said: "Minister, I am old and frail, and can no longer follow your majesty. I beg your majesty." I have been pitying you for decades and have served you well, so I will allow you to retire and return to your hometown."

Li Weifeng opened his eyes.

He is eighty years old, with gray hair, wrinkles on his face, and his eyes seem to be a bit cloudy. He no longer has the heroic spirit of his youth, and is no longer majestic and majestic in his middle age. It is winter, the weather is cold, and he is wearing a rather poor suit. The thick clothes were huddled on the throne, carrying a jade ruyi and a heater.

 If you cultivate your destiny as a human being, you will not be able to live forever.

Unlike the other hundreds of human clans, which only rely on this force, the Human Emperor needs to accommodate and control this force, which is equivalent to integrating the souls and wills of all people into one body. It will naturally be impacted, diluted, and affected. Today, the Human Emperor has He is extremely old, but the sharpness that flashed through his eyes when he opened and closed told all those with evil intentions that this old man was.

The Human Emperor, who has experienced the most turbulent times in the world for tens of thousands of years, is still a majestic man who cannot be underestimated. Li Weifeng narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the courtier in front of him, and said in a low voice: "You have been with me for how many years. ah…"

The old minister sighed with emotion: "I am young and have no ambitions. When I met you, I was already forty years old. The sage said that you should not be confused at the age of forty. At that time, the road in front of me was uncertain, and my heart was not free from doubts. If it weren't for it, After meeting you, I’m afraid it’s hard to achieve anything now.”

"Although I have practiced martial arts during this period, it has been a lot of work, and my practice must be done with pure thoughts. Although I can live for more than a hundred years with my cultivation, I am now far away from me. Tianshou is almost here, I have fulfilled my ambition, my family and country have been repaid, this life is complete, I don’t need anything more."

"It's just that a few days ago, when the autumn scenery was beautiful, I went out and saw the young people's footsteps as light and as fast as flying. Paper kites were flying in the autumn. When I returned home, I remembered my youth. When I was a youth, I was high-spirited and thought about serving the world. Hero, you have enjoyed the beauty of the world, the breeze and the bright moon, but now you are a hundred years old, and your days are numbered."

“I couldn’t help but feel sad and shed tears. I just hope that your majesty can grant my last wish.”

 “Breeze, bright moon…”

The old Li Weifeng whispered something in a low voice. The memory of a century ago seemed to have been hazy. He lowered his eyes, gently tapped his knees with the jade ruyi in his hand, and looked at the courtiers in front of him - this was the first time he persuaded him to ascend the throne and proclaim himself emperor. The veteran minister was extremely talented and loved the people like a son. When he analyzed the situation, he was offended.

He was so angry that he picked up the solid wood chessboard and smashed it on his head, causing blood to flow profusely.

 At that time, Ming Xin and Xiao Yaoling also saw it.

They brought the best chestnuts that they had picked outside, and then lit a fire to roast the chestnuts in the side hall of the palace.

It's really strange. It has been so long, and we haven't seen each other for sixty years, but when I think about it, it seems like it happened yesterday. Li Weifeng lowered his eyes slightly and looked at the once prosperous person in front of him. The courtier sighed: "You are getting old too."

“Yes, as the world goes by, even though you have practiced cultivation and your physical strength is light and healthy, your life span is not infinite after all.”

“Even the master of Jixia Academy is already old. I am no more than a mere mortal, how can I not grow old?”

Li Weifeng sighed and allowed his ministers to retreat.

This veteran who had gone through the most exciting changes in the world finally knelt down and kowtowed heavily, just like the forty-year-old scholar from a humble family who had accomplished nothing, when he was most desperate, he knelt down to the young King of Qin who showed his sharpness and said: "Your Majesty, I'm leaving." Before he could finish his sentence, his face was already filled with tears.

Li Weifeng lowered his eyes and seemed to have fallen asleep. He just waved his hands weakly.

 Letting one's ministers seem to be letting one's past go.

The winter sun was getting colder, and Li Weifeng felt a little cold, so he asked about the master. When others hesitated to ask who the master was, the old man slowly recalled that in these nine years, Qiu had become famous all over the world. , completely established his position, enough to shock the world for five hundred years.

Nowadays, when people talk about Master, they only think of this old man with seventy-two sages and three thousand disciples. But for Li Weifeng, there is only one Master in his mouth. The jade Ruyi in his hand is slightly above the head of the attendant. After knocking on it, he seemed to mumble slightly dissatisfied:

 “Which Master?”

 “My master is naturally Qi Wuhuo, Master Qi.”

"Oh, Master, he doesn't come out much today. There are rumors in the world..." The waiter's voice paused, as if he realized something, so he didn't dare to continue.

Li Weifeng looked at him and said, "What are you passing on?"

 “I dare not say it.”

Li Weifeng lowered his eyes and said nothing, but the human emperor, who had ruled the world for a long time, sat and watched the turmoil, and pushed the entire era to the most unparalleled prosperity, had a majestic look in his eyes. The guards had seen fighting before, but their expressions were also expressions at this moment. He was pale, half-kneeling on the ground, and said:

“They said that the Master did not leave the storage room for nine years. They said that the Master...”

 “The Master has gone.”

 “Master has gone?”

 “Oh, what a ridiculous fool!”

Li Weifeng suddenly became furious and threw the jade Ruyi in his hand hard, hitting the ground with a loud sound. The ministers were so frightened that they fell to their knees on the ground, trembling and afraid to speak, but this old man The Human Emperor didn't say anything, nor did he criticize anyone harshly. He regained his composure and asked his attendants to pick up Yu Ruyi who had fallen to the ground.

Li Weifeng walked alone in the high vermilion-walled courtyard of the palace, his steps slowing down.

 He didn't know why he was angry.

Maybe it was because of old age, maybe because of the death of an old friend, or maybe just because that Taoist priest almost represented and symbolized his magnificent life. Li Weifeng wanted to find his sister, but the eldest princess Li Qiongyu had already passed away at the age of ten. More than a year ago, he became a monk in the Taoist temple at Dingyan Peak.

 There is no anger or harshness, no resentment.

 She took her time when she finally left, and was practicing meditation in the Taoist temple.

Many other ministers respect and fear him. Although his many descendants are not incompetent, they are not as good as the mighty king Li Zhai, nor as good as the civilized Duke Li Hui. He himself is just an ordinary person, but his children seem to be worse than He may be more afraid of his father than being close to him.

Where are your friends?

My good friend Mingxin has not seen each other for a while.

As he walked in the snowy palace, he suddenly felt a sense of loneliness. The vast world and the passing time had left him behind. He could vaguely hear his heirs talking about the future. of the emperor.

On the surface, they are brothers and sisters, but in fact, they are planning various power competitions in their hearts.

 I don’t know why, but it always feels familiar.

Perhaps these things will not change from beginning to end, or even in the future far away.

Li Weifeng took a breath, raised his head, and looked at the sky—

He is the Human Emperor of this era, and his position and importance in the operation of the human system is no less than any one of the Nine Cauldrons. Looking at the sky at this moment, with the status of the Human Emperor, he can already vaguely feel Here we are, countless malicious glances outside this great formation of luck in the world.

 “Heh…is it a fairy in the sky?”

Li Weifeng narrowed her eyes slightly. The Jinzhou Rebellion more than seventy years ago...

 His thoughts paused.

Suddenly he laughed at himself and said in an old voice: "Did the Jinzhou Rebellion happen more than seventy years ago?" That was enough time for a weak dynasty to become prosperous, and it was enough time for a person to grow from birth to death. The span is enough to turn what was once unforgettable into a few words in a book.

 But for Li Weifeng, it is the real history that exists in his past.

“The chaos in Jinzhou is also the result of immortals and gods... The way of luck in the world is like a great formation, but this formation is still not complete, and there is still a final step left..."

 “Completely, reverse the situation.”

 “Feng Chan?”

Li Weifeng held Yu Ruyi in both hands, as if he were holding a sword. There was an indescribable sharpness and a vast and solemn aura like a mountain in this old man. He knew that he was about to reach the end. At the end of life, I know that my sons may not be as good as me.

　　I know that this formation protects the world, but it is impossible to rely solely on the protection of this formation forever.

Knowing that once the last step is completed, the formations and rituals of the human world will change, the world will be sealed, and defense will turn into offense, and the immortals and gods in the sky will eventually come to this human world, the twilight Canglong Human Emperor said: "Come."

 The [god], where the fate of humanity between heaven and earth converges, appears in front of the Human Emperor.

Having ruled the world for a period of time, it is naturally impossible for Li Weifeng to hide the destiny of humanity and the rituals of conferring gods.

These gods of humanity and destiny bowed in front of the Human Emperor.

The old man was silent for a long time and just said calmly:

 “Feng Chan.”

 All humans, luck, and gods looked at each other in astonishment.

Soon I heard Li Weifeng’s voice saying calmly—

 “Bring me a message to the disciples.”

The Human Emperor’s voice was old and deep. He looked at the immortals in the sky and said:

 “I want to enshrine the world of Zen in Mount Tai.”

“The disciples should do this and gather their disciples under Mount Tai, saying, I will prepare enough opponents for them to discuss the Tao. After this ceremony, the disciples will determine the order of seats before and after.”

 “Confer three sects, nine streams, one hundred schools of thought and three levels.”

　　　! !

These humane gods looked at the Human Emperor in front of them. For some reason, they felt an undercurrent of power, an indescribable charm, which made them almost out of breath. Their bodies were slightly stiff.

 Like the rain coming from the mountain, the wind fills the building!

 Like thunder, it is about to burst!

 The heart beats wildly and the body becomes stiff.

And the Human Emperor, who was ordinary but had struggled tenaciously all his life, smiled, stood up, his sleeves and robes hanging down, he was already emaciated, but his back was still straight. He looked at the sky and spoke slowly. At this moment, he didn't realize it, He finally spoke out of his own heart like a mighty king at his peak:

"We should put an end to this matter for our generation. Master's Jiuding Luck Formation has protected us for a long time, but we cannot rely on the protection of the formation forever. The human race should not belong to anyone. A vassal should not just rely on Jiuding."

 “The only thing that truly protects the world is the spirit and vigor of the human race!”

 “This is the last line of defense!”

"In this way, even if there is another disaster and the Nine Cauldrons collapse, our successors can cast it a second time and a third time."

"Before I leave, I will complete this matter. All the people in the world and all the schools of thought must work hard for this!"

 Create a heart for the common people!

The gods of human luck and luck didn't know why, but their scalps suddenly became numb, as if thunder was running. It was clear that there was no rise in human luck, but they felt a natural suppression at this moment. They saw the old human emperor's eyes were calm, and the hand in his hand was Yu Ruyi lifted it up, pointed at the sky, and whispered:

“In my life, my talents are not as good as my sister’s, my temperament is not as good as my good friends, I am not as good as You Li, I am not as good as Wen Shang, I am not as good as Mighty King, I am controlled by others, I try my best, but today’s prosperous world only depends on your help.”

"I have nothing to boast about. Even all the strength used in this last step was prepared by the master. But this is the only thing I have to do, and I have failed all my life."

 He said softly: "Heaven—"

 “It’s time to defeat me once!”

 (End of this chapter)