Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant

"T-Teacher?"

Over Banqiao City, there is a strong wind.

But it still couldn't cover up the old man's low and respectful voice.

behind.

Wu Sheng looked at the old man in disbelief, and couldn't help but look at the man in green robe opposite.

There was a hint of confusion in the shock.

I almost couldn't believe my ears.

"teacher?!"

"Martial Ancestor actually has a teacher... Why have I never heard of it? I've never heard Martial Ancestor mention it?"

"Who is this person?"

However, he looked at the old man's lowered back.

Even if he didn't want to believe it, he had to believe it.

But he was still shocked in his heart.

Since the beginning of Wu Zu's rise, some true warriors have been curious about where Wu Zu came to understand such a 'true martial art' that no one had ever seen before, and probably no one would come after.

They once thought that it was my ancestor who was extremely gifted. He was influenced by the immortals in Daoshengzhou and gained self-enlightenment. They believed in it and regarded it as a god.

But now it seems that this may not be the case. Martial Ancestor actually has a teacher who has never been revealed to the outside world.

Wu Sheng couldn't help but think of what the man in green robe had just said, and it finally dawned on him at this moment.

"It turns out that he never killed me, and it was really because of Martial Ancestor."

"In that case, could it be that Martial Ancestor learned the "True Martial Sutra" from this person? But he is obviously a monk..."

As for the man in green robe, who was probably his ancestor, he had omitted it intentionally or unintentionally.

He was unruly all his life, and except for the Martial Ancestor who taught him the "True Martial Sutra" and was respected by him, no one could take him seriously.

Even if the green-robed man in front of him is really the master of Martial Ancestor, he may not admit it.

He is confident that if he had the longevity of the other party, his achievements would definitely be far superior to that of the other party!

"Wait a minute, Martial Ancestor's teacher is a monk, so..."

Wu Sheng's eyes flickered quietly, looking at the old man's back, he seemed to have thought of something.

Not to mention the shock and complexity in Wu Sheng's heart at this moment.

Chi Jian and Lu Yu, who were closest, both had their eyes widened.

Lu Yu was shocked that the Zhenwu ancestor of Zonghengfeng Linzhou and Huangjizhou actually had such a master-disciple relationship with the deputy sect master of the sect, but he had never heard of it before.

Chi Jian was stunned for a while, then turned to Lu Yu and asked:

"Is it true that I have only been imprisoned in the imperial capital for more than a hundred years?"

Lu Yu was stunned for a moment, then shook his head.

He was not Yang Que, so how could he know when the other party was imprisoned.

Chi Jian was even more confused:

"It shouldn't be. It's only been more than a hundred years... Mr. Wang was only at the Golden Core Perfection level at the beginning. How come his disciples and grandsons are now at the fifth level?"

Even top monks like Wu Sheng, Chi Jian, and Lu Yu were surprised.

The entire monks in Banqiao City, as well as the fourth-level true warriors around them, including the army of true warriors further away, all looked at each other in confusion at this moment, their heads buzzing in confusion.

Facing the shocked looks from everyone, the two people involved looked calm.

Wang Hao, whose whereabouts were broken by the old man, looked at the old man and spoke slowly, with a hint of emotion in his voice:

"I haven't seen you in more than a hundred years, but you have grown a lot since last time."

The words fell.

The clouds and mist around him suddenly dispersed quietly, revealing an ordinary young man's face with a hint of mystery.

He looked at the old man opposite.

Compared with the last time we met, the old man's clothes at this moment were still simple and simple, slightly sloppy. But even though he tried his best to suppress it, the momentum and charm of his body still made Wang Yan feel a sense of returning to his original nature and completeness.

Wang Yan had only seen this kind of feeling in the sect in the past among the seniors who were in the middle and late stages of becoming gods. It was a feeling of taking a path to near perfection and perfection.

A hint of complexity flashed through Wang Ba's eyes.

Subconsciously, the image of the brave young man who knelt down to him in front of the refugees and begged to save his mother flashed through his mind.

Who would have thought that a little refugee in the past would transform more than two hundred years later and become the ancestor of true martial arts who pioneered the way of true martial arts and could even influence the situation of a continent.

And seeing Wang Ba finally showing his familiar true face, it was just like before.

The old man couldn't help but have a flash of nostalgia and complexity in his eyes.

He lowered his head slightly and saluted Wang Ba:

"Disciple Wang Xu, pay homage to my mentor."

Wang Hao shook his head slightly, with a hint of alienation in his tone:

"As I said last time, I only taught you the simplest basic things. I am not a mentor. You don't need to call me like this."

The old man's voice was slightly stagnant, then returned to normal, shook his head and said:

"There were so many monks in those days, but my mentor didn't care about my mortal body, and didn't care about my little tricks. He taught me the skills, helped me connect the dots, and saved my old mother. If not, how could I be where I am today? Me? Once I am a teacher, I will be a teacher forever. This kindness will never be forgotten by Wang Xu."

After hearing the old man's words, Wang Hao was slightly silent.

He could feel the sincerity and magnanimity in the old man's words.

But this attitude was not enough to confuse Wang Yan.

He said in a slightly deep voice:

"You stopped in front of me, maybe it's not just to catch up with me, right?"

Hearing the alienation in Wang Hao's tone, the old man's expression dimmed slightly, and then he saluted Wang Hao again with more respect:

"Teacher Mingjian, Zhang Chao is one of the few extremely talented people among our true warriors who can step into the fifth level. Although the others are talented enough, they don't have enough longevity, so no one can reach this level. "

"Growing up is not easy. The disciple knows that his request is too rebellious and rude, and he has just attacked the teacher. If he bullies the teacher and destroys his ancestors, it goes against the principle of respecting the teacher. But Nian Zai Zhang Chao does not know this, and begs the teacher to open the net one side……"

Behind the old man, the tattooed man heard that the Martial Ancestor, whom he regarded as a god, was so humble in front of this man, and a trace of anger suddenly appeared on his face. He couldn't help but get up and shouted angrily:

"Martial Ancestor, if he wants to kill me, I will die..."

"You have no place to speak here."

The old man scolded.

Without turning around, a big bloody tiger suddenly jumped out from behind, throwing the unprepared Martial Saint directly into the city below.

The lifelike bloody tiger bared its teeth, and its two sharp teeth were aimed at Wu Sheng's throat, as if it might bite him at any time and end Wu Sheng's life.

But the old man remained motionless at this moment, lowering his head to face Wang Hao.

Wang Ba stood with his hands behind his back, his green robe rolled up.

A cold look flashed in his eyes, and he said softly:

"What if I don't want to?"

The old man was silent for a moment, then said respectfully:

"If the teacher is unwilling, the disciple is willing to clean up the family for the teacher."

Below, the sharp claws suddenly appeared from the fleshy palm of the blood tiger, and they instantly touched Wu Sheng's heart and neck. The sharp claws of blood and energy broke through Wu Sheng's skin without any hindrance.

Wu Sheng's face turned blue, but he still gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and allowed the claws of the blood tiger to dig into his skin and flesh bit by bit...

True warriors are different from monks. Once the physical body is destroyed, it is completely destroyed.

There is no need to start over again.

At least for now.

Wang Ba didn't look down, but he could see these movements clearly.

He didn't speak.

The old man didn't speak, he just lowered his head quietly. No one could tell what the expression on his face was at this moment.

At this moment, the atmosphere between the two seemed to freeze.

The monks and true warriors around him also held their breath subconsciously.

Until Wang Hao finally snorted softly, his eyes looking at the old man were full of unexplainable meaning:

"You do respect your teacher."

The old man's body trembled slightly, and he understood the meaning of Wang Yan's words. He couldn't help but lower his head even lower, and whispered:

"Disciple, I would like to thank the teacher for being accommodating."

The blood tiger below shook slightly, turned into a streak of blood, and fell into the old man's back.

Wang Hao shook his head slightly, looked at the old man, and his tone was full of solemnity for the first time:

"Wang Xu... tell me, what exactly do you want to do?"

Wang Xu was silent for a moment, then slowly raised his head to meet Wang Hao's gaze.

There was still a trace of respect in his eyes, but there was also a trace of unquestionable determination in the respect.

His tone was calm and firm:

"Teacher, I just want to do one thing."

Wang Hao narrowed his eyes slightly.

Wang Xu's voice was not loud and he didn't have much emotion, but in the extremely silent sky above Banqiao City, his words spread thousands of miles with the wind:

"Disciple, I just want fairness."

"Not only for myself, but also for my mother, wife and children who died tragically, but also for all the resentful spirits who have died in vain in the Kokura world for countless years, and for most of the creatures that will be born in the Kokura world for countless years in the future!"

"Those creatures who have no spiritual roots and are born with no talent for cultivation, so they can only be slaughtered by monks and immortals..."

He looked directly into Wang Yan's eyes without any cover-up.

Magnanimous and calm:

"I just want there to be no more monks in this world."

After hearing Wang Xu's words, Chi Jian, Lu Yu and many monks in the city all looked extremely ugly.

Some monks knew some of the slogans of true warriors, but they just regarded them as slogans and did not take them seriously.

Some people don't know it for various reasons.

When Wang Xu said these words, all the monks were shocked to realize that the slogan of the true warrior was not just a slogan, but might become a naked reality!

The momentum of the surrounding true warriors, as well as the army of true warriors outside the city whose morale had been dampened by successive changes, instantly increased.

"There is no immortal in the world, there is no immortal in the world!"

"True martial arts is the way, true martial arts is the way!"

The voices coming from the heart came and went one after another, and finally mixed together, reaching a consistent state, and the sound soared into the sky!

Faintly, a great trend was formed.

Surrounded by this general trend, the monks in Banqiao City only feel that the road ahead is dull, the road is bleak, and the sun and moon are swaying!

They all showed signs of fear!

Looking at this scene, Wang Hao's expression became unusually gloomy.

This great momentum from the true warriors not only comes from the true warriors, but also comes from the joint counterattack of the weak who have been stepped on by the monks for countless years and have accumulated resentment and anger for countless years.

Under such another general trend of people's hearts, even the monks who were aloof in the past are now like ants standing in the rolling torrent, vulnerable...

Ever since he learned that Wang Xu was the ancestor of Zhenwu, he had realized that such a day would come sooner or later.

However, it was not until today that he was shocked to realize that the arrival of such a major trend in the world was actually so close.

"The great catastrophe of heaven and earth that Xuan Yuanzi said, could it be that these True Warriors brought it?"

He looked at the endless army of True Warriors, and this thought came to his mind.

The moment this thought came to his mind, he looked at Wang Xu with a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.

Compared with the so-called fairness, he cared more about the future of Xiaocangjie.

If Xiaocangjie was gone, everyone would die, so what was the point of fairness?

What's more, he knew it very well.

As long as there are people, there will never be fairness.

Not to mention anything else, even if the immortals were eliminated.

Will True Warriors not bully the weak?

Even if the True Warriors led by Wang Xu can really be orderly and never infringe on the rights of the weak.

But that is probably only because Wang Xu is still there and the benefits are not that great.

When people leave and the tea is cold, will the True Warriors who have occupied high positions really be willing to give up their positions?

Can they really ignore the interests of their descendants and let other more outstanding young people take away the interests they have already occupied?

Human nature is like this!

As long as these first-generation true warriors gain a foothold, they will naturally form a monopoly, and the so-called fairness will naturally no longer exist.

Even if absolute fairness can be achieved at present, there are differences between people.

Some people are talented, while others are not.

Some people are naturally likable, while others are naturally disgusting.

The various differences between individuals, after being catalyzed by time, will naturally form the difference between rich and poor, strong and weak, high realm and low realm.

This trend is never transferred by human will.

Not to mention, even if the true warriors practice to a high realm, they cannot obtain enough lifespan.

As long as the cultivators continue to break through the realm before the end of their lifespan, they can obtain a lot of lifespan, which is an irresistible temptation for almost any living being.

As long as this temptation exists, the monks will never be able to stop, because there will always be people willing to give everything to live longer.

The monks and mortals in Xiaocang Realm are limited by their vision and knowledge. They can't understand these things, or they can understand them but can't change them, but he can see them clearly.

He also knows that such behavior and such a program are almost impossible to achieve.

At least it is impossible to see it with the naked eye.

Contradictions always exist.

At the same time, the old man also keenly noticed the murderous intent in Wang Ba's eyes.

A deep bitterness and desolation passed through his heart.

"Sure enough, even the teacher can't understand me..."

He slowly raised his head and looked at Wang Ba calmly, without speaking, and even without releasing a bit of blood to protect himself.

However, everything is self-evident.

What he didn't expect was that he was greeted by Wang Ba's sigh.

Wang Xu couldn't help but frown slightly:

"May I ask what you mean, teacher?"

Wang Ba did not respond, but just shook his head, and then his tone returned to indifference, pointing to Chi Jian beside him:

"I took them away, and I won't care about the others anymore, but no matter what happens to you in the future, don't forget your promise to me! Otherwise..."

A hint of coldness flashed across Wang Ba's eyes.

"The promise you made..."

Wang Xu's eyes were slightly confused, but then he remembered the oath he made after being rescued by his teacher on the North Sea.

He whispered immediately:

"Disciple will never forget!"

"One day, when the Wanxiang Sect is there, Wang Xu will retreat thousands of miles away!"

"If you hurt a disciple of the Wanxiang Sect, I will pay with my life!"

Wang Ba looked at Wang Xu deeply, and said calmly:

"I hope you remember what you said."

After that, he waved his sleeves.

Chi Jian and Lu Yu both landed in front of him.

Chi Jian hurriedly said:

"Deputy Sect Leader, those young descendants of my Ye family..."

Hearing the change in address, Wang Ba nodded slightly, and with a sweep of his spiritual sense, he quickly identified the bloodline of the Ye family. With a thought, these people flew out one after another and landed beside Chi Jian.

Chi Jian glanced over and nodded happily:

"It's all here..."

Wang Xu, who was not far away, looked at this scene and suddenly said to Wang Ba from a distance:

"Teacher, do you still remember what you said to me on Beihaizhou in the past?"

Wang Ba was silent for a while, shook his head, and asked:

"Can you go back?"

Hearing Wang Ba's question, Wang Xu couldn't help laughing, but he finally stopped laughing, restrained his smile, and whispered solemnly:

"When I complete my goal, I also want to return to my teacher and show my filial piety."

Wang Ba was silent for a while, and sighed again:

"Then wait until you really let it go."

After that, a touch of crimson flashed in his eyes.

The next moment, in the eyes of Wu Sheng, Chi Jian, Lu Yu, all the cultivators in Banqiao City, all the true warriors outside the city...

Except for the old man, everyone's eyes flashed a touch of crimson at the same time!

Their expressions suddenly became dull and sluggish, as if they had lost their souls.

Seeing this scene, Wang Xu showed a hint of shock on his face for the first time.

“Teacher, this…”

Wang Ba glanced at the old man for the last time, but did not speak again.

With a wave of his sleeves, Chi Jian and others, as well as some monks in the city, were quickly taken away and then left.

Only the old man was left standing there, staring blankly.