Luo Podi looked far into the distance, and under the altar, there were crowds of people.
Whether it is the head of the top ten sects, or the peerless master who is alone in the world, in his eyes at this time, they are all ants.
Suddenly, the aloof mentality of "being the top of the mountain and looking at the mountains and small mountains" suddenly appeared in his heart.
Luo Podi, who stood proudly on the top of the mountain, looked back at his past, and with his ruthless attitude, he couldn't help but sigh slightly.
From the time I can remember, I have been in the magic gate.
No father, no mother, no siblings.
alone.
Everyone around me wants their own lives all the time.
Three thousand children of the same age, the first thing they do when they meet is to fight. Three thousand people left one thousand people.
Then learn the magic technique, and constantly struggle with life and death. When eating, sleeping, in front of me, behind me... there is always a moment when I am frightened.
At the age of ten, there are only three hundred of a thousand people.
In the vast mountains and wild swamps, I lived for five years. When I came out, I was already fifteen years old, and only six of the three hundred people remained.
At this time, Fang entered the main palace of the Demon Sect, and he knew that there were dozens of groups, a total of 100,000 children, and less than a hundred of them survived in the end.
After that, there will be even more brutal training, fighting, assassination, missions...
Luo Podi always believes that only by abandoning humanity can he survive to the end.
Facts proved him right. When he was eighteen years old, he was finally favored by Vimo Nitian and became his direct disciple.
Of the thirty direct disciples, he was the only one who survived. It wasn't until a long time later that he knew that there was a mysterious senior brother and a daughter of the master outside.
From beginning to end, he wanted to control his own destiny.
No longer under the teacher's door, no longer under the master's control.
It wasn't until the great war two hundred years ago that he breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn't until he practiced the [Yin-Yang Reversal Overlord Demon Art] that he gained freedom. And it wasn't until today that he felt proud and fully in control of his own destiny.
After killing Li Muchan, he killed that old man when he returned home.
…
The mountain wind blows, bringing the familiar taste of Zijin Mountain.
The smell of autumn.
Li Muchan looked up, and Zen Master Wu Nian clasped his palms together and bowed deeply.
"Finally an old friend sees him off."
Li Muchan chuckled and stepped forward casually.
"Amitabha." Zen Master Wu Nian asked suddenly with his eyes downcast, "What is the most precious thing in the world?"
Li Muchan smiled. "A hundred years ago, you asked me that."
Zen Master Wu Nian looked at Li Muchan steadfastly. "I remember, the benefactor replied—lost and not obtained."
"Yes."
"Today I will ask again - what is the most precious thing in the world?"
Li Muchan took a deep breath and said lightly, "The most precious thing in the world is what you have right now."
"It's good, it's good." Chan Master Wu Nian smiled and walked away slowly.
Zen master Wu Nian left.
But Li Muchan sat down, and broke off a section of flower stem from the nearby grass, gently picked it with his fingertips, and hollowed out the veins in the flower stem, leaving only a layer of bast.
Gently put it in the mouth, the slightly bitter taste spread in the mouth, Li Muchan blew lightly, but it was a nursery rhyme that every child in Zhongzhou would hum.
At this time, Li Daozong came slowly.
"I've never heard you play a tune." Li Daozong said softly.
"No one in the world knows that I will..." Li Muchan's eyes showed a look of reminiscence, "I have been strong since I was a child. When my father was around, the Li family was already quite famous. Like every child from a rich family, I enjoy the carefree time bestowed by my elders." Seeing that other children could play the flower flute, I learned it secretly. After ten days and ten nights of learning, I was able to finally play the perfect tune. I went to show off to my father, hoping to be praised... But that day, what I saw was My father fell in a pool of blood in front of me. Seeing the way my father stared at me before he died, I cried. No matter how good the flower flute is, what good is it? From that moment on, I swore secretly that everything that stopped me The powerful will be abandoned by me. Family affection, humanity, sympathy, fear... All cowardly things will be abandoned by me. Only for the sake of being strong. Until I become the "sword god" and look down on all the common people in the world. Until that moment, I just realized that I lost a lot of things. But I don't regret it. It's just a pity that I forgot one thing... That is my original intention of wanting to be completely strong - I want to protect my family."
Looking at the speechless Li Daozong again, Li Muchan smiled slightly and said, "Being ruthless makes one strong, but being affectionate does not necessarily make one weak. I am calm now. Ever since I ascended to the throne of No. 1 in the world, my martial arts have never been better." Cunjin, because being strong has lost its meaning, until recently, I found the reason to draw my sword again... Daozong, you have always been a loving and righteous child. Don't lose your eyes by pain, don't forget your original intention, I believe, you will eventually Find that thing for which you draw your sword, that is worth sacrificing, and that is your 'Tao'."
Li Muchan got up slowly, turned around and left.
"I'll accompany you up the mountain."
Li Daozong suddenly said in a deep voice, his tone was beyond doubt.
"I might die." Li Muchan didn't turn his head.
"I'll accompany you."
Li Muchan's body shook, and he said with a smile, "Okay."
Tears flashed in his eyes, and when he looked up, he looked at Jitiantai with a strange look.
…
Countless martial arts masters gathered under the altar, staring at the brilliance of the bright sun above their heads, which illuminated the Zijin Mountain so brilliantly, they were silent.
The sky is bright.
Ninety-nine Double Ninth Festival has finally come.
Today, not only people from the martial arts world, but also half of Luodu City's people came out of Zijin Mountain to celebrate the Double Ninth Festival when they climbed high to look far away and drank wine.
In the dark place away from the dense crowd, two mysterious people in black robes, one tall and one short, stood on the top of the tree, looking at the altar.
"Luo Podi has arrived." Peacock said slowly, "Do you think Luo Podi is alive or dead?"
"It's better to live." Shen Chu'er said plainly: "In this way, I can kill him with my own hands. If it weren't for him, if it wasn't for this catastrophe, my father, my mother, and my master... would not have died."
"Kill him? I'm afraid you will never have a chance in this lifetime..." Peacock replied slowly.
"I will have a chance. No matter how much the price is, I am willing to..." Shen Chuer's eyes radiated outrageous hatred, and then cast her resentful eyes on the martial arts fighters, white knights, and top ten sects on the top of the emperor...
The killing intent, the irrepressible killing intent, swept across the faces of those self-proclaimed martial arts knights.
Some of them are masters who participated in the siege of their parents, colleagues, friends...
Don't they claim to be fair, martial arts justice? Why not stop it, why wantonly insult the dead father, falsely accuse him of colluding with the magic sect, the justice that the father upholds all his life, but was cast aside by everyone in the end.
she hates.
She wants revenge.
She's going to kill all the hypocrites who claim to be righteous...
Peacock looked at her worriedly, but there was nothing he could do to comfort her.
With a silent sigh, he thought that maybe the only one who could save Chu'er was Ye Qingxuan...