I Am Immortal

Chapter 686 Human world, world of mortals, six realms, true martial arts, put on armor again!

The capital city in the human world can be said to be a famous place in the entire six realms. It is one of the core nodes of the entire destiny formation in the human world, which has shrouded the entire nine states in the human world for thousands of years. The formation proved its supremacy with the blood and lives of countless enemies.

But in this world stained with sharp swords and stained with the blood of countless enemies, it is extremely peaceful and prosperous. The improved official ways of the Mohist masters have spread to every city, every town, and the children of the world. Anyone with human luck can freely ride on this official iron horse, coming and going as fast as the wind.

The Confucian Academy of each sect recruits disciples, and the Mohist organization that handles spiritual materials in the human world and is creative is also famous in the other six realms. Today is the time for the Academy to recruit disciples, and the capital is more prosperous than before.

 It’s because the nine steles left by Master were placed here.

In the past thousands of years, there have been nobles with powerful positions who wanted to take possession of these nine stone tablets containing Taoist charms, but they were all beaten back by the masters of the academy. In the current era, the nine tablets They are the nine monuments of the people of the world, something that is common to all human races. From generation to generation, masters from various sects have given up their responsibilities, neither to ascend to immortals, nor to travel around the world, or to open up new caves, and just stop in front of these nine monuments.

Wearing a simple gray robe, he cleaned up the dust around the nine monuments like an ordinary sweeper.

After many conflicts, no one dared to have any other miscellaneous thoughts about this place. There are also some teahouses near the Nine Monuments. You can watch the prosperous cultural context of the Nine Monuments from a high building. The price is not expensive, but many students come here to climb up and look far away to seek good luck.

Some people think that this is an insult to politeness, but Master Xun of that generation felt that culture is the culture of the people, so it is best to enjoy it with the people, live in harmony with the people, and be liked by the people. , it is not a human context. If you can eat one more bowl of rice looking at these nine stone tablets, it is worth it.

If the master who built the Nine Monuments had seen this scene, he would not have been angry because of it.

 You will also feel very happy.

Therefore, this refutation of the tea house and the respect for the majesty of these nine stone monuments is not so popular. Many years have passed since then. Now people have become accustomed to the existence of these nine stone monuments, and even no longer exist thousands of years ago. Some people feel that it is wrong to have the utmost respect for these nine stone tablets, but some masters feel that this is the best way to exist in the context of the world.

Too too, so that people do not know.

Standing aloof, pretending to be majestic, talking about spring and snow, and not communicating with the people, that is not the context that was originally born to protect people. In the teahouse, there are storytellers talking about the decisions of the masters in the past, and He was full of praise for such a decision, but there was a gentle Taoist by the window, holding a cup of tea and looking at the scenery outside.

A young man who was about to enter the palace noticed a little girl sitting opposite the Taoist priest. Her eyes were big and bright, her appearance was pure and beautiful, and her temperament was like an orchid in an empty valley. It was unforgettable. He subconsciously looked at it, but he heard A crisp sound.

When he looked over again, he saw the Taoist turning around and looking at him with a deep smile in his eyes. He couldn't help but look away in embarrassment and stopped looking.

Little Bixia looked outside curiously, her voice soft and waxy:

“Is this where you lived, dad?”

The young Taoist nodded: "Yes."

"Yes, I lived here for many years, but I never had the opportunity to come back to see it. The world has changed so much, not to mention a thousand years, even if it is only ten or twenty years, the changes have been so great that it has made people People are afraid to recognize each other."

The foods that were popular at that time are now fragments of ancient music that had to be rummaged through in books for a long time; the new songs and lyrics at that time are now the famous ancient poems that have been passed down for thousands of years. As time goes by, nothing more than that, this one The last time I came to the restaurant, I was still a descendant of the Ximen family, but now my surname is Li.

The Taoist spoke softly, but others felt that he was lying, but they never showed it.

This is the Nine Monuments. The masters of various sects absolutely do not allow anyone to occupy space and build a house here. Such an opening is absolutely not allowed. Today there is a person who has settled here. In the future, this place may be occupied by all those powerful people. He said that he once lived here. Isn't this nonsense? What is it?

He never said that, the Taoist just watched the people coming and going on the road gently, stretched out his chopsticks to pick up a piece of this so-called ancient famous dish, put it in his mouth, and couldn't help but reveal a knowing smile, Bixia Not sure why, I also ate a piece. It was braised beef in soy sauce that was very fragrant and soft in the mouth.

 But she didn’t know why her father was smiling.

Qi Wuhuo looked at the dish with a smile, but he thought of the plate of Duozi beef served by the owner of the restaurant when he brought Bodhi to this restaurant two thousand years ago. After two thousand years, it was still the same way. , but it has become even more delicious than it was back then. It’s just that the secret sauce and the improved color that were kept secret at that time are now a famous dish in every restaurant.

This is how people’s fire is passed down from generation to generation.

  Two thousand years later, you can enjoy the taste that was passed down based on the cooking skills of our ancestors two thousand years ago.

 It’s like having a conversation with the past two thousand years ago.

The Taoist stood up and walked out of the restaurant. The little girl was beside him, stretching out his hand to hold his father's hand. He stood on the road and looked back sideways, as if he could still see his old friend from two thousand years ago, three thousand years ago, and the restaurant owner from two thousand years ago. , the drunken and carefree storyteller, the shy young man Ximen Dachong three thousand years ago.

There were also old friends who seemed to be looking at him with a smile. The conversations that spanned the years were the charm that only passed down the fire of inheritance. He raised his eyes and saw the flags rolled up next to the restaurant, which read The written text is Li's Restaurant.

　Three thousand years have passed since the Spring and Autumn Period, and now the emperor is no longer surnamed Li.

 There are outstanding people in the human race from generation to generation.

How can all things, like flowing water, stagnate in one place and become motionless?

 In the old days, the king Xietang Qianyan flew into the homes of ordinary people.

The Taoist's mood suddenly became better. He smiled, stretched out his hand and said, "Let's go." The little guy next to him wiped his palm and put it on his father's palm. The Taoist's palms were slightly closed, and he gently held Bixia's hand. With the palm of my hand, I walked through the world of mortals when I was young.

 The world is like a journey against the odds, and I am also a traveler.

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During this period of time, Qi Wuhuo really played with the little girl everywhere and saw various scenery. Although Fuxi had taken her to many places, she was still very happy and seemed to be the same. The scenery feels different when you come here at different times and with different people.

It’s fun to be taken to play by other elders, but it’s not as good as going with your parents. After walking around, the little girl asked where to go next. The Taoist's voice was warm and gentle, and he said: "It's your birthday, and your Uncle Zhang has prepared a banquet for you. No matter what, I have to go see your Uncle Zhang again."

The little girl thought of the Jade Emperor who loved her very much, and nodded. Qi Wuhuo ascended to the sky on the clouds and went to the nine heavens. The Jade Emperor had already prepared a banquet in the sky. All the immortals and gods were there. When he saw the little girl, he liked it at first, and then he saw and walked side by side with the little girl. , Taoist priests who had never carried swords on their backs, and whose expressions were gentle and pure, all felt a chill in their hearts and saluted politely.

Yunqin has arrived, and Qi Wuhuo went to meet with Emperor Ziwei and his wife, and also met with Zhang Xiaoyu.

Zhang Xiaoyu smiled, stretched out his hand and clenched his fist, lightly hit the Taoist's shoulder, and said with a smile: "You, you, you finally came back, and you just came to the Lingxiao Palace and drank with me two or three times." Wine will never come back to this world."

Zhang Xiaoyu asked in an ordinary way: "How long will you have to stay when you come back this time?"

Then he saw his friend's gentle expression and said, "I came here today to settle the agreement between you and me." Zhang Xiaoyu's expression was stunned, and he suddenly thought of the things they agreed to when they were young, saying that after the six realms were settled, we would all be together. Without confusion, he and his Taoist companions would leave Tianque, live happily in the world, and practice in seclusion.

Three thousand years have passed.

This time was too long, so long that Zhang Xiaoyu almost subconsciously forgot about these things, but after all, this matter will not happen if it is not faced. Qi Wuzhuo looked at his friend, his voice was warm, and said: "Don't worry, There is no banquet in this world that lasts forever, but while you and I are still in this world, there will always be a time to reunite."

 “Every year during the festival, I will come to look for you.”

"If you fall out of your mind one day..." Qi Wuhuo looked at his friend. With his level, he could already see the inner demons that were gradually changing in Zhang Xiaoyu's heart. It was the result of Zhang Xiaoyu's continuous use of the Haotian Kung Fu Body Belt in a battle two thousand years ago. This is his calamity, his Tao calamity.

Qi Wu's attempts to dispel his doubts were of no use. He narrowed his eyes and said gently, "I will find a junior who is as young and energetic as you and I were back then to wake you up."

Zhang Xiaoyu laughed and shook his head, and then remembered the two young men who were drunk together in the Lingxiao Palace three thousand years ago. He smiled and said: "Okay, if there really are such high-spirited people, they will appear here." In front of me, I recognized him immediately."

 He did not take such things to heart. He was always confident and believed that he would not make a mistake.

It wasn't until that year that the sharpness of his youth fell before his eyes and stung the Jade Emperor at that time. He was stunned for a long time, then laughed and cried, remembering the past, and conquering the inner demons. From this, Even when that junior was young and arrogant, he never took away his reputation.

 Later, it was said that it annoyed him.

 But when the child came to find him, his request was not ignored even once.

The majestic Jade Emperor, however, handed over the last part of the spiritual root of Wanli Taoshan in ancient times to a monkey. This side door was too blatant, and all he wanted was to say, "That's your favorite place." I'll give you the key to the food, just go and eat it.

Even when I have no choice, I just laugh and curse at the monkey head.

But today, it is the birthday of the next generation of Taishan Mountain God, Bixia Yuanjun. The immortals are congratulating each other, but because of this returning Taoist, the topic of conversation inevitably falls on this Taoist, mentioning his childhood. Sharp-edged and high-spirited, his legends are too many and incredible. Even if he restrains those many decisive and decisive parts, it is still jaw-dropping.

Xiao Bixia’s eyes widened, puzzled.

She always had no way to connect the God of War that these gods and gods said had walked in the world at a young age, breaking disasters with a sword, and her gentle father who let her ride on his shoulders and play with her. Curious.

 That person’s realm is unfathomable, but at least it is the realm of the Royal Master.

 Perhaps we have reached the extreme.

Such a being was still a powerful man with the title of God of War and God of War. The immortals and gods did not dare to say anything, so the topic quickly shifted to the part where the current disaster is still going on. Talking about the thorny last round of the big sun, talking about the mysterious cold air in the North Sea, and the Yang Jian Tianpeng War Department who is still suppressing the innate gods and demons at the front even today.

While they were talking, they heard voices coming from there. Looking up, they saw the Jade Emperor and the Zhentian Emperor coming hand in hand. For a moment, it was quiet. Qi Wuzhuo looked around. The other immortals and gods were all indifferent. After saying that, little Bixia stretched out her hand and pulled her father's sleeves, and said in a soft voice: "Daddy."

 “Everyone said you were very powerful before.”

The faces of all the immortals turned pale.

The gentle Taoist smiled, leaned down, looked at his daughter, and said, "Do you want to see it?"

Xiao Bixia nodded vigorously.

Then the Taoist raised his eyes, he was wearing a dark Taoist robe, his hair was **** with a jade hairpin, he no longer wore a sword, and his temperament was as gentle as jade.

Knowing that the innate gods and demons were still there, he looked back and asked the Jade Emperor with a smile:

 “Is my armor still there?”

 The sky is filled with immortal silence.

Even those who were chatting, laughing and drinking stopped moving. With just this peaceful question, the whole world was enveloped in a chilling atmosphere, suppressing and quiet, but there was also a faint roar of excitement and fighting spirit.

 Zhenwu.

 Put on your armor again!

 (End of this chapter)