Time passes.
In the blink of an eye, three months have passed since the Tianjiao meeting.
The initial enthusiasm for the Tianjiao Association has gradually faded away.
The Xiao family has once again restored its previous order, and the clan has also returned to its former glory.
On the land of Zhongzhou, the major holy places are still going about their business as usual.
The cultivation that people should practice has gradually faded away from the concern for the Tianjiao Society.
Time can dilute everything.
Another month later.
This day.
In southern Zhongzhou.
There is a kingdom of mortals.
This is the area under the joint jurisdiction of all the major holy places.
Martial arts practitioners are strictly prohibited from coming to this country to cause trouble.
The reason why such a mortal kingdom is established is to provide some people with the opportunity to understand the mortal world.
This day.
In this mortal country, there is a place called Lotus Town.
Crowded.
Decorated with lanterns and colors.
This town has a lotus pond that runs through the town with many beautiful lotus flowers.
And today is the festival of lights in this town.
"Xiao Wang, my little flower is about to give birth. Please hurry up and deliver the baby."
In the courtyard, an ordinary-looking young man was setting up paper lanterns, but an anxious voice sounded outside the courtyard.
"Okay." After hearing this, the ordinary-looking young man in green put down his work.
I saw a tall, dark-skinned young man running towards the entrance of the courtyard.
The young man in Tsing Yi hurriedly took the tools for delivery and left with the burly young man.
The burly young man looked anxious and excited, and asked: "Mr. Xiao Wang, how many do you think my little flower can give birth to this time?"
"I touched it two days ago and there should be sixteen." The young man in green said with a slight smile.
The burly young man's eyes were as wide as copper bells, he was overjoyed and said excitedly: "Haha, you are really giving me credit, so I'll lend you my husband's good words first."
The two of them soon arrived at a house on the corner of a small town.
Pushing open the wooden door and walking into the courtyard, I heard the little flowers humming.
The young man in Tsing Yi and the burly young man came to Xiao Hua's 'delivery room'. Looking at Xiao Hua, who weighed four hundred kilograms, the young man in Tsing Yi touched Xiao Hua's belly and his expression became solemn.
"It's a bit difficult to handle. It's difficult to give birth." The young man in Tsing Yi said, took out the delivery tools and began to disinfect his hands.
"Ah~~!" When the burly Qingyi heard this, his face turned pale with fright, and he didn't know what to do.
Then, he saw Mr. Xiao Wang extending a hand from behind Xiaohua’s buttocks to help with the natural birth.
Xiaohua suddenly made a slight pig noise.
Soon, with the help of the young man in green, he pulled out a piglet.
His hands were covered with pig blood and fetal fluid, but the little piggy was motionless, with its eyes closed and no breathing.
"It's been too long, are you suffocated?" The burly young man looked at the little piggy with a look of regret on his face.
The young man in green quickly patted the little piggy on the back, pressed the little piggy's belly, and moved its limbs, as if he was giving breathing aid to a drowning person.
Not long after, the little piglet, which was motionless at first, moved and came to life after the young man in green took out the fetal membranes from his mouth.
Zhao Datie was overjoyed when he saw this.
As expected of Mr. Xiao Wang, he is good at playing chess, calligraphy and painting, and is good at difficult and complicated diseases.
The young man in green continued to deliver the babies, and soon the piglets were delivered one after another. In the end, there were sixteen of them!
He smiled slightly, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and washed the pig blood dirt on his hands with water.
"It's getting cold now, so we need to keep them warm," the young man in green said.
Yes, he is actually Wang Xuan, who has disappeared for several months.
Not long after that Tianjiao meeting, he came to this mortal country and settled in this small town.
"Okay, okay." Zhao Datie hurriedly brought a small bag of flour as reward.
Wang Xuan took it happily.
"You will have to assist with the first few feedings. Xiaohua seems to have good maternal instincts."
Wang Xuan said with a smile, then said goodbye and left, holding the small bag of flour and the midwifery tools in his hands.
In the past few months, he has not used his martial arts power again, and has only lived in this small town as a mortal.
He made a living by selling calligraphy and paintings, treating people's illnesses, and doing various odd jobs.
He lived a carefree life. Although he was not rich, he was still relatively well-off.
And his state of mind gradually changed, gradually becoming peaceful and relaxed.
Walking on the road in the town, I looked at the pedestrians on the road. Some people were placing paper lanterns by the lotus pond and silently making wishes.
Although the mortals here do not have the martial arts to fly into the sky and escape from the earth, they are still very happy.
Of course, there is happiness and sadness everywhere.
For example, his neighbor's Uncle Chen is worried about his daughter's marriage.
What other families are running around for a living?
The mortals here don't know that there is a larger world outside them.
They will never see the power of martial arts in their lifetime, nor will they be able to leave this mortal realm.
Surrounding this mortal kingdom, there are barriers shrouded by major holy places, which isolate the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and seal the possibility of people here awakening their martial souls.
And because of the existence of the barrier, people in this mortal country would only think that the outside is an endless sea with no boundaries and no other living people.
They only think that this world is as big as a country.
And if a warrior accidentally reveals the power of martial arts while realizing the mortal world here, he or she will kill the person he encounters on the spot, or the power of the barrier will come down and wash away the memories of mortals here.
"Above all realms, is there a greater world?"
Wang Xuan couldn't help but think of more after passing through this mortal kingdom.
In his opinion, the world should be infinite and boundless, but now there are only ten thousand realms that are known.
This was such a profound question that Wang Xuan couldn't figure it out for the moment. He could only explore it later.
And if you want to know the ultimate of heaven and earth, you must also have the ultimate martial arts.
Wang Xuan was walking on the streets of this ordinary town when a group of children came running towards him. They were all under the age of eight, carefree and having fun happily.
Wang Xuan returned to the small courtyard where he rented, lit his own paper lantern and released it into the night sky.
...
Just like that, Wang Xuan was living in this mortal kingdom, completely integrated with the mortal world, as if he were a grain of sand in the mortal world, inconspicuous at all.
Time flies and half a year has passed.
On this day, Wang Xuan's private school opened.
He taught a group of children from relatively wealthy families in a small town.
He doesn't mind teaching children from poor families to read and write, but the parents of those poor families feel that reading and literacy is useless, and they might as well work more and earn money to support their families early.
In this regard, Wang Xuan could not force himself.
After a year, he almost forgot that he was a martial artist.
Everything is considered from a mortal perspective.
Another half year later.
The martial arts luster in Wang Xuan's eyes has completely disappeared. He has really forgotten that he is a martial arts genius.
Finally I forgot my former martial arts identity.
At this time, Mr. Wang stood in the lecture hall of the private school and took out a large piece of paper.
It was a new detailed geographical map that he drew through several days and nights, through various historical records and maps of his country.
"Teacher, what are you going to talk about today?" asked a girl in green with two buns on her head.
Wang Xuan glanced at the other person with doubtful eyes: "What is your name?"
"Zhang Fuhua."
"How many servants are there in your family?"
The girl in green clothes sitting in the back row clapped her fingers and said, "About thirty or so. I'm from the next town, so sir, I don't know much about our Zhang family."
"No wonder, it turns out to be a big business. Please sit in the front row." Wang Xuan said.
Zhang Fuhua nodded and sat in the front row.
Wang Xuan: "Today we are talking about this world. Have you ever thought about whether there are other countries or humans outside our country?"
"Teacher, how can there be a country outside? Isn't it just our country? It's all in the sea and there are no people left." A rather delicate-looking young scholar said.
Wang Xuan nodded: "Yes, but how did we get here? Have you ever thought about what the sun, moon and stars are above our heads? There are seas in all directions, boundless and infinite, but are they above our heads? What about humans in the world?”
All the students couldn't help but fell into deep thought after hearing this.
The reason why they come here to study is precisely because Mr. Wang is unique in teaching and has unique insights that other private school teachers do not have.
"But we can't fly into the sky?"
"Yes, we can't fly up, so we can't verify it."
"If there were really people up there, why didn't they fall down?"
Students, let’s discuss.
Wang Xuan listened to their discussion, nodded slightly and said with a smile: "Someone needs to explore this."
He also knew that help was here.
Wang Xuan told these students many outside ideas and ended today's class.
The moment he left the private school, his temperament began to change, and he gradually gained an aura that was not stained by dust.
After such a long time, he became a mortal, experienced many mortal things, and escaped into the world of mortals.
Now, it's time for him to leave the mortal world and return to the path of martial arts again.
In fact, entering the mortal realm and cultivating in secret is something that only the Dzogchen warriors of the Venerable Realm have to experience.
But Wang Xuan experienced it once beforehand.
The main reason is that he has advanced too fast in martial arts, and he has to adjust his state of mind and settle down his life.
...
...
One month later.
A remote martial arts country in Zhongzhou.
The martial arts here is relatively the most backward in Zhongzhou.
There is a huge mountain range in this Wu Kingdom.
One day.
Somewhere in this mountain range, glow suddenly came from a mountain peak.
At the same time, on this mountain peak, the wind and clouds were changing, thunderstorms were coming together, and the climate of heaven and earth suddenly changed.
The vitality of heaven and earth from all directions is rushing towards here.
Such a scene attracted many martial artists in this martial country.
Everyone can feel the astonishing changes in the vitality of heaven and earth, all of which are rapidly converging towards one place.
Many martial artists came out of seclusion to see what happened, and they actually thought of something.
That's right.
Someone is hitting the big bottleneck.
I saw that the vitality of heaven and earth surged towards the mountains, forming an extremely huge vortex of vitality on the huge peaks.
The vortex of vitality was as big as a hundred miles, and the roaring sound shook the heaven and the earth.
"Is this a wave that breaks through the Venerable Realm?"
"It's not like that. Such fluctuations don't look like breaking through to the Venerable Realm!"
"But it's not about advancing to the Nirvana realm."
"Yes, when you advance to the Nirvana realm, there will be a thunder cloud disaster!"
"Such a strong energy throughput. Who is this who is advancing in martial arts and breaking through the big bottleneck!?"
...
Many warriors in this country were shocked.
In this country, the strongest martial artist is the king of the country, a being at the first level of the Venerable Realm.
At this time, the old monarch also looked solemn, looking at the huge breakthrough momentum.
With his eyesight, he could vaguely guess that this was an energy throughput that could only be achieved by a being with at least three lives of martial souls.
There are few monsters in the world who have three martial souls!
Rumble…
The huge vortex of vitality rotated rapidly, making a huge sound that shook the earth. The crowd looked shocked and surprised.
"I don't know if he can advance successfully?"
The national master of his country looked solemn.
Because he also knew that such a person's combat power was absolutely extraordinary, and he was probably one of the top talents in Zhongzhou.
And if the other party fails to successfully break through the great realm, will there be inner demons, and what if they massacre the creatures of their own country in anger?
Just as the monarch and the master looked solemn, suddenly, the huge vortex of vitality collapsed, the vision of heaven and earth quickly disappeared, and the clear sky returned again.
Failed!
The opponent did not succeed in breaking through!
The king and the master shook their heads and sighed, and they could only pray that the other party would not vent their anger.
At this moment, a handsome young man in white walked out of a cave in the huge mountain peak.
He looked helpless, it was Wang Xuan.
Yes.
After leaving the mortal realm, he spent a month trying to break through the bottleneck, but ended in failure.
"It's a lot closer." Wang Xuan looked to the horizon and muttered to himself.
However, he was not shocked and soon regained his peace of mind.
He was only making a preliminary attempt, and he had already expected that this breakthrough would not be successful.
I didn’t have high hopes, so I wouldn’t be too disappointed.
In the final analysis, his martial arts progressed too quickly. Even though he had settled down a lot and experienced becoming a mortal, it was still not enough.
"I have to practice more and find other ways to advance to martial arts."
Wang Xuan flew up, his white clothes fluttering in the air, and gradually disappeared into the mountains.
And half a month after he left, the warriors, monarchs and teachers of the country felt relieved.
Such a long time has passed without any movement, indicating that the country has passed the dangerous period.
This day.
In a mountain forest in Zhongzhou.
Wang Xuan looked at the male warrior in front of him who had attained the True Dharma Realm and asked slowly: "How is the young patriarch of the Shen family?"
The male warrior in front of him, with a stiff face and empty eyes, responded indifferently: "It is said that the young patriarch of the Shen family is still closed, but his injury has healed."
"Is there anything big happening in Zhongzhou this year?" Wang Xuan asked with his eyes turning.
"If we talk about the biggest thing, it is that the cave of the Sky Poison Saint has been found, and the major holy places are preparing to join hands to open it. Oh, and the leader of the Cangliang Sect has passed away..."
