The age of mythology has come to an end, and she just wants to witness the last of everything, and it will come to an end with it.
The mood at this time was a little cheerful and relaxed, but also a little bit complicated. Dao Changsheng was not dead, but the death of Qing Emperor and Duan Tiandi was still very touching to her.
Her image of a young girl in ancient costume with a long sword in green clothes gradually fell into the mortal world, walking on the streets of ancient mountains and rivers.
"There is no god in the mortal world, and I don't know how the future era will change?" She opened her eyes wide and looked around, "Their cultivation speed is too slow."
She walked through the towns and saw knights one by one, some even stood on the city wall to compete in martial arts, and countless people below watched. She continued walking, and suddenly saw a small place where students of Confucian alchemists were standing on the mountains and rivers. Build a rudimentary hot air balloon and cheers.
"Okay, make it bigger, it can let us fly into the sky!"
"Heaven, is there really a heaven?"
"I don't know the heavens, but there must be stars! We can go to the sky to pluck the stars, and prove our ability for us Confucian alchemists."
"A few years ago, meteors fell from the sky, and countless people went there. A hero picked up the stars from the sky, and used the meteorites to make them into a famous and peerless magic weapon in the world—the sword of avoiding demons, which can slay demons."
"There are evil spirits in Yunshan Daze, and our townspeople often enter, bewitched by evil spirits, and disappear. If we can have the treasure, we will not be weaker than those warriors! We can enter to conquer the demons!"
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She continued walking, through small towns.
Seeing knights in green shirts walking around the rivers and lakes with their swords, they are extremely chic.
In the lower realms, the current lineage of Dharma cultivation is too weak, and physical cultivation has a great advantage.
"It's only been more than 150 years, and the world is different..." She walked on the ground, feeling a little lonely.
In this era, the most painful is the Yaozu.
The monster race is the wisdom of all creatures in the world, and it is difficult to change form in this environment, and it is completely extinct.
On the contrary, the ancient race is better than the monster race. The ancient race is the descendant of the ancient gods. They are originally huge and have strange shapes. They are called monsters. In Daze, resist those knights who subdue demons and eliminate demons.
But the current tribe of barbarians, burly and tall, were driven out of the Great Wall to graze the grasslands, forming a barbarian country of their own, called barbarians.
"The other three races have their own lives. Is there really no monster clan?" After all, she belongs to the same clan as Qinglian. Once Qinglian dies, she is a demon ancestor through and through. The revival of the monster clan falls on him overhead.
She was a little confused and kept wandering the earth.
Another day, a terrible news resounded throughout the world. Martial god Duan Qianyu broke through the Purple Mansion, entered the palace one by one with one sword, defeated the imperial guards, civil and military officials, questioned the emperor of the Zhou Dynasty, and ordered the abolition of the law restricting martial arts sects. .
"I am a land god, and I should open my door and set up a sect." Duan Qianyu announced to the world, "In ancient times, Jianmu was the ancestor of the world's spiritual roots. In the courtyard, the fruits are continuously condensed, and I have been able to cultivate to this point. Anyone who is destined in the world can come to worship me as a teacher!"
In the imperial court, countless Confucian scholars were in grief and indignation.
"Speaking out loud, claiming to be a god?"
"With the power of a warrior, what should one do to defeat the country?"
Warriors run rampant, and no one can restrain them.
And those Confucian scholars who are officials in the local area need the worship of the people in Liming, and they are dedicated to the sake of the people. They all practice in an upright manner and absorb the incense of the local people, but they are not as fast as they are.
After all, no matter how much mortal breath is, it is too weak to gather together, and the progress is slow.
"It's such a sad time."
Qingteng showed a faint calmness, and continued to stride forward. She wanted to see more of this world and taste all the delicious plants in this world before she died of old age. This was her original intention.
On this day, when she passed a barren village in a gloomy weather, she suddenly had a feeling, and her faith suddenly moved.
It has the breath of a demon!
"How can there be demons in this mortal world? Without the strong, there will be no rich energy nourishing the inner world, and the creatures should not have the opportunity to develop wisdom."
She stopped and slowly entered a simple hut.
"I have studied hard for three years, and I must serve the country. Now, warriors are rampant, regardless of the people, and the world is suffering constantly. Outside the southern region, there are mountains and rivers, hidden monsters and cannibals. In the northern region, There are prairie barbarians, eyeing it like a tiger."
A young scholar, constantly looking at pages of books.
Qingteng lowered her eyes, looking at a little white fox beside the scholar's table. Her eyes were swarthy, and she was dressed in human gray shabby clothes, with only her head exposed. She looked at the scholar below, and it was also reading beside her. With relish, I read Xiaoyan Suanjing.
The little fox suddenly got nervous, and hastily let out a rough voice, "Worship...See... God."
The scholar trembled, and turned his head to look at the girl in Tsing Yi who suddenly appeared at the door in front of him.
"It's going to rain now, pass by here, and use the eaves to take shelter for a while." Qingteng smiled, ignoring the scholar and the little fox, and turned to look at the flower pot in the corner, which was a sapling tree.
"You are!" the scholar couldn't help but exclaimed.
"She is the mother of the earth, Ivy. She said that the sky will rain, and the sky is her disciple...."
Qingteng turned her head and followed the voice to sense the familiar aura, it was an old friend from the past.
"Wood wishes come true...."
She looked in front of her. This was Dao Changsheng's biological father. Once in Jianmu, Kaitian Jianmuzong was beaten up by Dao Changsheng. After avenging his mother, he cut off justice...
Wow... .
Suddenly, heavy rain poured down, and the rain fell on the eaves, blowing the dilapidated house continuously.
Qingteng looked at the old vine and did not speak.
"Mother Ivy, I know you're back..." the ivy said, "I've been waiting for nearly a hundred years..."
"Why are you here?"
"Back then, I was the only god who was not taken to heaven." Mu Yuancheng explained in a low voice, "They all know my relationship with Emperor Daotian. I, a god of the old era, can only bring my wife and family with me. , supported in the mortal world for hundreds of years...."
"Where's your family? Where are they all now..."
"Human beings... are human beings. They are subduing demons and eliminating demons. We are constantly being chased. My wives are all demons. Their cultivation base is too low, and they are gradually getting old and unable to bear it anymore. For ordinary plants and animals, I buried them by the side of the road."
"We kept running and running until it was just me and my daughter..."
Mu Yuancheng said: "In the past two years, I was slain by young knights, and I kept running, and even lost my human form. Only the Yuanshen escaped. I have been waiting, waiting... .”
"I'm obviously about to die, but I'm still insisting, because I don't think I can die so easily..." His voice became hoarse, and the suzerain of the hermit holy land back then started sobbing, "I have repaid the mistakes of the past all my life. I have repaid everything. The era of the demon clan should not be left behind like that..."
His voice was extremely complicated, and he stretched out a withered branch slowly and with difficulty, as if calling for the little white fox to come over, "The faults of the parents should not be continued on the children. She and Dao Changsheng are brothers and sisters, and should be the last in this world." A monster."
"Father..." The white fox in human clothes burst into tears.
Qingteng looked at him, "According to your lifespan, you should have died long ago, so you persisted until now?"
"Yeah." Looking at the scenery outside the window, a hoarse and old voice came from the extremely withered gray-black ivy, without any emotion, "I should have died a long time ago, looking at the knights in green shirts, Confucian scholars, In the world full of disputes and vitality, I have been like a madman these years. I have been running, and I can’t help but go to many places. I searched for traces of our era, but I couldn’t find them at all. You all disappeared, and only I was left one."
Hurrah!
Suddenly, heavy rain fell outside the window.
Ticks are falling on the potted ivy in the window, and the two open and closed mahogany windows are constantly flapping with the wind.
"In this world, I am the only one left, and there is no one new kind. It is really cruel and extremely lonely." Qingteng's weak voice came again.
The cute girl was stunned for a moment.
"Actually, I'm going to die too." Amidst the crackling sound of the rainstorm, Qingteng sat down on the windowsill and looked at the vine.
"How is it possible! Is even the oldest demon ancestor leaving? Could it be that the demon clan can only survive in the mythical era of the Western Era... The lifespan of a great emperor shouldn't end so soon." Mu Yuancheng's voice was bitter .
"I haven't broken through the Great Emperor."
Suddenly, Mu Yuancheng became silent.
Mengmei suddenly put down her shelf and sat by the window. In the rainstorm, facing this ivy potted plant, she chatted about the allusions of the age of mythology. Of course.
At that time, he never thought of being a heartless person, but was pushed by the years and drifted with the tide. Gradually, he also calmed down, and under the guidance of his parents, he inherited the Kaitian Jianmu Sect with peace of mind and became the suzerain.
"My whole life, maybe I should have died a long time ago... However, I also think that my life is worth living, because without me, a villain, there may not be a Taoist Emperor, and no one can stand up and roar at the sky. In this era, perhaps It's different... The times are ups and downs, gains and losses, who can figure it out?" The rain became heavier and heavier, and Mu Yuancheng's voice became smaller and smaller, and even gradually disappeared, "Mother Earth, you Maybe it’s not that I can’t break through, it’s just that I don’t care about it in my heart, I never pursue it, and I feel that death is nothing to fear... ”
She trembled slowly all over, looking at his corpse, a faint loneliness flashed in her heart.
"Perhaps, it's true that I didn't try my best to break through. After Dao Changsheng and Qingdi left, I didn't think it mattered." She seemed to have a clear understanding, her eyes passed the ivy bonsai lightly, and looked at the rain curtain outside the window .
tick tock tick..
The clear rainwater fell into the window sill and sprinkled clear white water.
"The monster clan may really be on the verge of decline."
She laughed at herself, standing in the dark room, the vermilion windows were still beating against the rainstorm, and the potted plants were completely silent.
The boy studying behind him and the little white fox trembled all over, stood respectfully in place, with their heads bowed.
suddenly.
Qingteng turned to look at the little white fox, "Once upon a time, I gave advice to an old man who wanted to go to heaven. He suppressed the age of ancient gods... Later, a child worshiped me as his teacher. He became the Emperor of Heaven and suppressed a In the age of ancestral witches, now... would you like to worship me as your teacher?"