Young Master Taishang watched Qin Mu leave, and then entered the forest of obelisks. In the forest of steles, Taiyi sat withered, and the trees and fruits behind him were shining brightly.
Taishang bowed to salute, Taiyi stood up and returned the salute.
"Fellow Daoist, I have discussed with the Seventh Young Master to send Fellow Daoist and the Kaitians back to the Sixteenth Era."
Taishang said: "If the fellow Taoists and the Kaitians are still here, I am afraid that the seventh son will have evil thoughts in his heart. He will definitely kill the Kaitians and reincarnate the Taoists. Although the Kaitians do many evils, they are also It’s a possibility to save the future. It’s just that the Kaitian crowd is too harmful, and I’m afraid he won’t let you go.”
Tai Yi said: "The Eldest Young Master is guilty of killing Tiandu by the master of Miluo Palace back then, so he wants to compensate me and Kaitianzhong?"
Young Master Taishang shook his head: "If the teacher didn't kill Tiandu back then, the Kaitian people would still become the Kaitian people, and it wouldn't change because of this. The Kaitian people in Tiandu City have the power to open up the world, and they abused this power without restraint. .In comparison, Miro Palace is more orderly and less harmful."
"Fart!" Among the obelisks, the faces of the Kaitian crowd emerged, and they all angrily scolded the son Taishang's words that were stinky.
Those who opened the sky cursed and mocked Miro Palace for bullying others. If Tiandu City was given time to grow, ten Miro Palace masters would also be killed by the master of Tiandu, and ten Miro Palaces would also be leveled.
The master of Miluo Palace was jealous of their strength, so he killed the master of the capital before they had grown up.
The Kaitian crowd ridiculed the master of Miluo Palace for not being able to tolerate people. If they were them, they would have solved the destruction and creation of the universe long ago and created a perfect world.
They also ridiculed the incompetence of the master of the Miluo Palace, exhausting themselves to death, and they deserved to kick their legs to death.
Young Master Taishang didn't care.
Tai Yi frowned, feeling helpless towards these Kaitian crowd, he said, "How will Brother Dao send us back to the Sixteenth Century?"
"I will transform into Tao and return all my strength to the universe."
As soon as the Taishang said this, the Kaitian crowd laughed again, and said one after another: "Young Master, Shuaizi will be the same as that old thief, the master of Miluo Palace, and his Dao heart is dead!"
The Empress continued: "It is useless to keep my Dao tree, so I plan to use your ax to cut down my Dao tree, make a boat, and send you to the Sixteenth Epoch on board."
The Kaitian people were suppressed in the stone tablet, and they laughed loudly when they heard the words: "You old thief, didn't your Dao tree take advantage of us? If you are capable, you will also leave your Dao fruit for us to beat the teeth!"
"With your ability, you can trap us? When we escape from your Taoist ship, we will kill you in the seventeenth century and heal your dead brain!"
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Taishang said: "I will build a Taoist boat and send you to the sixteenth century, but before that, the seventh son must first go back to the past and become the seventh son, otherwise I dare not send you back."
Tai Yi said: "Are you afraid that he will turn his back on what he said, and kill all the Kaitian people while you are reincarnated?"
Taishang said: "The Seventh Young Master has killed many people in the past sixteen cosmic periods. His style makes it difficult to rest assured. I have to watch him go back to the past before I can rest assured."
Tai Yi nodded: "Me too."
The two sat down and waited quietly.
Qin Mu strolled, first went to the original site of the ancestral court, which has become a battlefield for the enlightened, the ancestral court's Hunyuan cauldron was riddled with holes by the young master's strange treasures, and the rare treasures of the several young masters were all destroyed. Destroyed, only the Tongtianjing of the eldest son Taishang remained.
The lord of Miluo Palace and the enlightened ones turned from offense to defense, guarding the Tongtianjing, making it impossible for Lan Yutian, Xu Shenghua and others to break through.
Qin Mu looked at the battlefield from a distance, and then drifted away. He walked in the starry sky and went to the Four Pole Heaven. to strange.
When he came to the southern sky from the Antarctic sky, he saw that the heavens here looked like little Yankang, everything seemed to be in order, the gods were in charge of power, and used their power to serve the mortals, and the mortals prospered in business and provided it to the gods. all kinds of supplies.
Qin Mu walked through the heavens, and there were not many people in the heavens and worlds who knew him.
The history of 3.5 billion years has made everything extremely strange.
He walked through the ruins of the former battlefield, stood in the ruins, and mourned the heroic spirits who died in the past history. He also looked for the enemy's tomb, but unfortunately he never found it.
Time is too long, the world has forgotten him and those who fought for the future.
They may not understand why people fought and died in the past, and they may not understand those people who sacrificed their lives and shed blood in the era of the Five Tribulations.
Even, they are not interested in learning about the history of the Five Tribulations Era.
Longhan, Chiming, Shanghuang, Kaihuang, Yankang, the struggles of generations have been stained with dust, and not many people have brushed away the dust and dusty pages.
Filled with melancholy, Qin Mu finally came to Yuanjie.
The Yuan Realm is bigger and thicker than when he left. The ancestral court no longer exists and has become a heavy weapon. The Yuan Realm has replaced the ancestral court and has become the center of the heavens and worlds.
Yankang's Heavenly Court was established here, and Gongsun Yan's body Yuanmu also became lush and lush. The little girl who regarded him as a tree that needed to be watered back then became a symbol of Yuanjie.
Qin Mu is like a mortal, walking in the cities of Yuanjie, observing and experiencing people's livelihood.
The Metaverse has become completely unfamiliar, the economy that has benefited the world has become very different from when he left, and the cultural customs have become so strange to him that he is out of place, and the architectural styles of the god cities made him feel in a trance that Came to a foreign world.
People's clothing, food, language, and even runes have become different from before.
He is like an old antique dug out of an ancient tomb, which has absolutely no commonality with this world.
Qin Mu was a little apprehensive and confused. He wanted to see if the ideas he had implemented were still there. He saw that gods were used by people, and that the way of sages was for the daily use of the people. The ideas were still there. Humans are used to it.
They do not understand the meaning of this normality, nor do they know how many bloody battles are hidden in it, and how many people have paid for it with their lives.
After all, the history of millions of years is too short compared to the peace of 3.5 billion years.
The history of a million years may be just a page in a thick history book among the 3.5 billion years. This page cannot fit the seven heavenly deities of Longhan, the Chihuang Minghuang, and the supporters. The Yue Tianzun and Ling Tianzun in the emperor's era couldn't let go of the dozen or so emperors who stood upright and shouted that human life is greater than the sky.
In the book, you can't let go of Wuyou Township, you can't let the Kaihuang and his four heavenly masters and four heavenly kings, you can't let go of the Great Ruins, and you can't let go of the first ancestor Renhuang.
The Qin Mu in this history book may be just a brief paragraph, not to mention the unforgettable battles and the unforgettable faces in his opinion.
The history books of the world cannot remember these things.
Heroes buried in history are like drops of water in the sea and gravel in the desert, no one remembers them.
Even if the heroes in history return, no one recognizes them.
He walked for a long time, passing through the cities of gods. Some of the relics of the battlefields have been destroyed by time and turned into cities of gods and high-rise buildings. Pay tribute.
"Tianzun Mu, is that you?"
When Qin Mu was reminiscing in Lanfeng Valley, he heard a vicissitudes of life sound. He followed the sound and saw a big black tiger. He was stunned and smiled to meet the big black tiger.
That was Black Tiger God, his senior brother.
The Black Tiger God rushed forward and turned into an old man with a gray beard and hugged him, crying and laughing, and suddenly said loudly: "Master, your second disciple is back!"
There are several thatched cottages in the mountains and forests of the Lanfeng Valley. The woodcutter and sage walked out of the cottages. They are still decorated in the past and have never changed with the changes of the world.
He is also like an old antique, so old that he has been abandoned by the times.
Although his appearance is the same as before, but like a mature dandelion, his hair is getting thinner and thinner.
Qin Mu strode forward and hugged the reserved woodcutter sage.
The woodcutter struggled and couldn't break free, and turned to urge the rusty ax in the corner to hack and threaten him to let go, but the black tiger god quietly stretched out his claws to hold him down.
Qin Mu finally let him go.
The two sat down in front of the stone table, the sage woodcutter had a dark face, and the god of the black tiger was busy, making tea, cooking and cooking, very diligent.
After a long time, the sage woodcutter said indifferently, "Are you back?"
"Yeah. I'm back." Qin Mu smiled.
"When are you going?" The woodcutter and sage said indifferently, holding up his teacup.
"Let's go now." Qin Mu said.
The palm of the woodcutter sage trembled, and the water in the cup almost spilled out. He said indifferently, "You're leaving just now?"
Qin Mu didn't talk, looked around, and saw that the architectural style of 3.5 billion years ago was still maintained here. He shook his head and said, "Why does the teacher live here? The teacher has made great contributions to Yankang. If you go to the Heavenly Court, wouldn't it be Better? And there are old friends there, it's very lively? Why is it so poor?"
The woodcutter sage drank tea and said lightly: "Holy and nameless, you don't understand my realm."
Qin Mu laughed out loud. He could see that the cultivation level of the woodcutter sage was still stuck in front of the stage of the God-killing Stage, and he had never climbed the God-killing Stage.
Logically speaking, the Yankang reform has created an unknown number of acquired ways, and many talented people have confirmed these acquired ways to the degree of enlightenment.
If the woodcutter sage wants to learn, he can completely complete his 360 acquired ways, and cultivate each of them to the top level.
But he did not learn.
"I don't want to go to those places, it's too lively and noisy."
The sage woodcutter glared at him and said, "I'm not very capable. What's the use of being enshrined as a god in the temple there? I'm a living person, not a statue made of wood and clay? I'm there, it's better to be here Live in seclusion."
Qin Mu reached out his hand to touch his dandelion-like head after Fenghou, but was glared at by the sage woodcutter, and quickly withdrew his hand.
"My three disciples, except for the boss, are doing better than me."
The Black Tiger God brought the hat, which is the style of the new era. The sage woodcutter was not willing to wear the hat at first, but fearing that Qin Mu would touch his head, he had to put it on first. I have ideas. It’s just that I don’t have a sense of urgency, and I don’t feel comfortable with them. They always think I’m long-winded, saying that I’m worrying, saying that I’m always worried about unwarranted dangers. I can’t stay with those young people.”
With a smile on his face, Qin Mu listened to him rambling about young people in the new era, feeling a little sad in his heart: "The teacher's mentality is probably really old..."
The sage woodcutter talked a lot, and the food on the stone table gradually became less and less. They put down the bowls and chopsticks, and the sage woodcutter suddenly said, "How long are you going to go this time?"
Qin Mu smiled and said, "I don't know. Maybe I'll come back right away as soon as I leave, or maybe I won't come back until this universe becomes empty. It's also possible that I'll never come back after I leave."
The woodcutter saint was silent.
Qin Mu lifted his spirits and said with a smile: "The teacher's sense of urgency will be useful. Wuyou Township is just a pool of stagnant water. Sooner or later, it will die slowly, and new dangers will appear. At that time, the teacher should come out and show his ambition. Veteran , will not die, they just pack up their battle axes and weapons and put them in the corner to rust in peacetime, people just choose to temporarily forget them. But when the war comes again, people will remember them again, and they They will also sharpen their axes and weapons, and go to war again."
He stood up: "Teacher, you will be useful."
The sage woodcutter stood up, looked at him, and asked, "When will you be back?"
Qin Mu was silent for a moment, then suddenly said: "Teacher, do you still remember the chaotic space?"
The woodcutter sage thought for a while, and said, "That chaotic space in the Hanging Realm back then?"
Qin Mu said: "One day in the future, the chaotic space will bloom like fireworks, and that is the sign of my return."
The sage woodcutter did not keep him, but watched him go away, and waited until his figure disappeared among the mountains of Lanfeng Valley, then he looked away and shouted: "Xiao Hei, come out to sharpen your axe!"
The Black Tiger God hurried forward and said, "Master, is there really a war going to happen? It has been peaceful for billions of years now!"
The sage woodcutter picked up his big axe and said in a deep voice, "Be prepared! Sharpen the axe, let's go find the old friend together!"
His voice was loud, and there was a silent fighting spirit burning in his body, and his blood was boiling.
"Zhuo Cha is reincarnated, and Yan Yunxi is tired of hanging out with him every day, so I have to take him out for a walk! And Di Shitian, what is his reincarnation name? By the way, did Tian Shu go to the ancestral court? Find him here! "
"Do you know where that guy from Hantang went? And that guy from Qinghuang! By the way, there are also two fish from Hantang..."
"Master, you forgot, Hantang Celestial Master has passed away." Heihushen said cautiously.
The woodcutter saint was at a loss: "Isn't he reincarnated?"
Heihu said: "Master, he was beaten into chaos in the battle of heaven. You have been looking for him for many years. And Qinghuang, his old man also passed away. You forgot the clothes tomb you built for them here. Last year you went to the grave When you asked me whose grave it was..."
The sage woodcutter was silent for a moment, and said in a muffled voice, "Then we won't look for them..."
——At the end of the month, God of Mu has finished memorizing the book, and ask for a monthly pass again~~~