Fengxi Sect.
The master of Honghuo Peak cultivates the cave.
Hong Yuan, who was wearing a black Taoist robe and sitting cross-legged on the Taoist mat, suddenly moved his fingers.
A dreamlike blood-red sword light slowly rose and floated in front of him, making a faint roaring sound.
On this dreamy blood-red sword light, there are traces of many schools.
The path of blood, the path of sword, and the path of dreams!
"Huh~"
Hong Yuan slowly exhaled a breath, opened his eyes, and a hint of joy flashed through his eyes.
He looked at the strange sword light in his hand, and the corners of his mouth curled up, quite happily.
"This time, I finally have a regular dream attack magical power."
This strange sword light was created by Hong Yuan by absorbing all his experiences as "Ye Gufan" and combining it with his own emperor-level qualifications and talents.
Its name is - Dream Sword!
Its function is to attack, to attack fiercely.
It may not be as powerful as the trump card "Dreams Come True", but it is extremely suitable to use it as a regular means of attacking the dream path.
"It's time to test your current strength in Mengdao."
"Dream Dao Magical Power - Dream Meditation War!"
The next moment, this strange sword light dissipated in Hong Yuan's hand.
Hong Yuan also closed his eyes and poured his mind and essence into a dream-like mysterious talisman in the void in his body.
After a while.
Hong Yuan's consciousness began to break away and entered a mysterious dream space.
This dream space is a huge pentagonal duel field.
Boom! Boom!
A loud noise shook the sky, and an Ant Emperor wearing golden armor slowly appeared following Hong Yuan's thoughts.
This Sky Horned Ant Emperor was transformed from Hong Yuan's strength attainments when he was the incarnation of strength to overcome the tribulation.
If Hong Yuan can defeat the incarnation of strength by relying only on the dream method, then it will prove that he is one step closer to becoming a saint in the dream method!
"loading…"
"The Mengdao template is loaded."
"The force template is loaded."
Waves of old-fashioned mechanical sounds sounded in this mysterious space.
This mechanical sound was added by Hong Yuan for the purpose of data visualization.
Hong Yuan's attitude towards the dream path of his body to transcend tribulations and become a saint can be said to be cautious and extremely strict.
When the notification sound that the strength template was loaded was completed, the Skyhorned Ant Emperor suddenly opened his eyes, revealing his thunder-like eyes.
"Let's try 10% of our strength first." Hong Yuan's face was calm.
The next moment, the Sky Horned Ant Emperor stepped forward, and all the bones in his body roared at the same time, like an overwhelming sound.
Its body shape is like an open giant bow. As the energy and blood all over its body are activated, a huge stream of blood energy smoke condenses on its back, transforming into a ferocious real dragon, wrapping around it.
This is the true dragon of blood, a major means in the flow of human power!
The Sky Horned Ant Emperor walked like a dragon and a tiger, with the soles of his feet touching the ground, he exerted great force and punched out, causing the real dragon of blood to roar.
The void pathway was immediately blasted out into a dark void passage.
Only in the warrior realm, he can exert the power of the Martial Saint, which is extremely terrifying!
This golden fist force was as powerful as a strong wind, which directly caused Hong Yuan to dance wildly and increase the pressure.
"Hahaha, good time." Hong Yuan laughed loudly.
Before, facing such a powerful offensive, he could only use the killer dream-come-true magical power to fight to pieces.
But now, thanks to the exploration of the dream path in the sword incarnation, he has made great progress in the dream path, and his strength has also increased a lot.
"The magical power of Dream Dao - Dream Sword!"
Hong Yuan shouted loudly, with his black hair and green hair standing on end, his eyes as sharp as lightning, and his whole body full of fighting spirit, which shocked the world.
He was not afraid in the face of danger, and the dreamy blood-red sword light in front of him shot through the air towards the golden fist.
Boom!
The strange sword light actually cut through this golden fist force like a real dragon coming out of the sea in one fell swoop, breaking the move of the Sky Horned Ant Emperor, and even counterattacked!
Bang bang.
Bang bang bang.
The sounds of fighting shook.
In the end, Hong Yuan was defeated and died after the Sky Horned Ant Emperor used the Taiyin True Dragon's phantom.
The flow of human power passes!
After a battle, Hong Yuan finally figured out how far his true body could reach with his Dream Dao attainment alone.
Equivalent to two-fifths of the incarnation of strength at that time!
"Hahaha, you've made great progress."
"Not only that, my Mengdao Daohen has also reached the size of 60,000."
"The dream of becoming a saint is not far away!"
After detecting the increase in his own strength, Hong Yuan closed his eyes happily, looking forward to the moment when the catastrophe of Mengdao becoming a saint and becoming an immortal would begin.
By then, no matter how many Great Emperor Brands will be revived, Hong Yuan will be confident enough to conquer everything.
Because the various magical powers of Meng Dao are so powerful, it is worthy of being the school that can cultivate the most powerful emperor, the Great Dream Emperor!
…
…
The cold wind is blowing, snowflakes are falling, and the world is white.
On Fengyu Peak of Fengxi Sect, in a large courtyard, Hong Yuan's senior brother Zhu Wushang walked out slowly.
Zhu Wushang raised his head to look at the bright moon in the sky, and then looked down at his decayed and thin arms. A feeling of sadness that time was not forgiving suddenly arose in his heart.
"Have I already entered the twilight years of my life..."
"Time flies by so fast."
Zhu Wu felt sad and his eyes were filled with sadness.
Perhaps it was because a group of people usually surrounded him, so he didn't feel that he was getting old, and still thought that he was still in his prime like Hong Yuan.
But when he was alone, he felt very clearly that he might not live much longer now.
"Father."
A rapid shout sounded from behind Zhu Wushang.
A man who was almost identical to Zhu Wushang, but younger and more vigorous, walked past quickly.
This is Zhu Wushang’s fifth son, Zhu Xuanwu!
When Zhu Wushang heard this, he turned around and watched.
Looking at the face of the fifth son Zhu Xuanwu, he felt a little sad for a moment.
"Father, what's wrong?" Zhu Xuanwu put a cotton robe and coat on Zhu Wushang and asked gently.
Zhu Wushang's old face tugged slightly and he smiled: "It's nothing. Fifth, I kept you by my side, unlike Boss and Second, who let you go. Have you ever resented me?"
"No, no. The kid knows his own abilities. The kid is dull and not as good as the elder brother and the others." Zhu Xuanwu said in a sincere tone.
Zhu Wushang smiled, turned around and returned to the courtyard without saying anything else.
With the support of Hong Yuan as his backer, his Zhu Wushang family expanded rapidly within the Fengxi Sect.
Among them, his nine sons each showed their own power, and were vaguely called the Zhu family Jiulong by the good people.
Zhu Xuanwu was the child that made Zhu Wushang feel most at ease.
Because Zhu Xuanwu looks so much like him, Zhu Wushang.
Whether it's qualifications, temperament, or even the path of a weapon refiner, it's almost replicated!
"Squeak."
Zhu Wushang closed the door, took off his robe, lay quietly on the bed, and began to think.
He was thinking about his funeral.
He did not think about his family immediately, but thought about Lin Yiru, Mo Yuer and Hong Yuan.
As he thought about it, a smile of relief appeared on his lips inadvertently:
"With Ayuan taking care of them, Yiru and Yue'er don't need me to worry about them for the rest of their lives."
Because his master, Lin Daoyan, lived too long, he was not able to give timely feedback on the cultivation of his juniors.
To a certain extent, he, Zhu Wushang, was more like the "parent" of the Honghuo Peak lineage.
He watched Lin Yiru grow from a toddler to become independent and self-reliant. Watching Hong Yuan grow from an ignorant cultivation disciple to the all-powerful Jiuda Fengxi True Tradition. Watching Mo Yue'er babbling and becoming tall and graceful...
After a long time, Zhu Wushang slowly brought his thoughts back to his family.
He predicted the temperament and future development of the nine sons. In the end, he was still worried about the fifth son Zhu Xuanwu.
"Oh, Xuanwu Category 1, if no one supports him, I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to move forward for the rest of my life."
"Let's go find A Yuan. I hope A Yuan can allow Xuan Wu to serve as the owner of the 'Jialiu Workshop'..."
Zhu Wushang sighed helplessly and covered his face with his hands, suddenly feeling ashamed.
The Jialiu Workshop once held many memories for him, and it was also the place where Hong Yuan made weapons when he was young.
If Hong Yuan agrees to allow Zhu Xuanwu to serve as the head of the Jialiu Workshop, then no matter how depressed Zhu Xuanwu is in the future, he will not be in such a miserable state.
Because Hong Yuan had already been impressed by Zhu Xuanwu and gave him affirmation.
In this way, others would definitely not dare to look down upon Zhu Xuanwu!
…
A week later.
Fengxi Restaurant.
Zhu Wushang and Zhu Xuanwu lived on the top floor, waiting for Hong Yuan's arrival.
In front of them, there were many delicious dishes, and many maids were waiting for them.
The specifications are extremely high and can be called the martial arts version of the Manchu-Han banquet.
"Father, what should I tell Uncle Hong later?" Zhu Xuanwu looked slightly embarrassed.
Although he is quite old, he is not as sophisticated as his other eight brothers.
"You?" Zhu Wushang stroked his gray beard, shook his head and chuckled, "There's no need to be so reserved, just stay aside and it'll be fine."
And Hong Yuan, who they were thinking about, was currently walking out of the main hall of Honghuo Peak.
Outside the main hall.
It's snowy and cold.
Hong Yuan put on the black Taoist robe and thought in his mind:
"Senior brother, are you looking for me to have a drink? It seems like something is going to happen."
this moment.
Hong Yuan frantically recalled all the information reported to him by his subordinates, but he rejected several directions.
As a result, he stopped thinking too much.
Anyway, the main body has been staying in the cave to practice, and now those who go out to attend appointments are just the incarnations of water channels created by the assembly line products.
"Go and have a rest."
The true energy in Hong Yuan's body circulated, and in an instant, he turned into a ball of water mist-like insects, dissipated, and rushed down the mountain.
Buzz.
Buzz buzz.
In just two breaths, a strange buzzing sound appeared in the rooftop of Fengxi Restaurant.
When Zhu Wushang and his son heard this, their faces showed joy.
A cloud of blue water mist appeared out of thin air, followed by a group of Gu insects, transforming into a blue light curtain.
A figure gradually emerged in the blue light curtain.
Wearing black Taoist robes, accompanied by Gu insects, and smiling warmly.
The person coming is none other than Hong Yuan!
"Ayuan."
"Uncle Yuan."
"Senior brother, Xuanwu."
The three of them nodded, not waiting for Hong Yuan to react. His senior brother Zhu Wushang strode over and pulled him to the table.
Hong Yuan knew in his heart that if his senior brother wanted to have a drink with him, he might have something important to discuss.
However, he did not resist. Nowadays, there are fewer and fewer people who can talk to him.
Senior brother Zhu Wushang is one of them.
"Come, come, let's eat." Zhu Wushang welcomed him warmly.
"Senior brother, you don't have to be like this, Xuanwu, come here." Hong Yuan quickly stopped Zhu Wushang and signaled Zhu Xuanwu with his eyes.
It's not good to ask your senior brother to pick up food for him.
At the banquet, the atmosphere was harmonious.
Only after a while, Hong Yuan noticed something strange.
Because in the past, senior brother Zhu Wushang drank heavily and ate meat, but now he only took a few bites and could no longer eat.
Senior brother, what he used to like to do very much, now he has to stop because of changes in his body!
At this moment, Hong Yuan suddenly woke up and took a serious look at his senior brother Zhu Wushang.
He has sagging skin, white hair, old age, and his body exudes a slight smell of decay. It is already about to decay, the oil is exhausted and the lamp is dry!
And when he looked at himself again, he was young and vigorous, in the prime of his life, and still had infinite possibilities like the rising sun.
After comparing them, in an instant, a sense of passage of time washed over Hong Yuan's heart.
"Senior brother has entered the twilight years of his life, and his life will not be long..."
Suddenly, Hong Yuan recalled the first scene when he met Zhu Wushang.
At that time, Zhu Wushang was as strong as a black tower, just like his son Zhu Xuanwu.
And now Zhu Wushang is like an old man with a candle in the wind, who will disappear from the world at any time.
[Time Dao +100]
[Time Dao +100]
【……】
Hong Yuan's emperor-level qualifications and talents were activated, which further deepened his attainments in the Eternal Way.
Soon, Hong Yuan regained his composure.
He raised his glass and signaled to Zhu Wushang seriously.
"Senior brother, let me offer you a glass of wine. If you need me for anything important, just ask."
When he was young, Zhu Wushang was indeed very kind to him.
This kind of affection, within the scope of his ability, Hong Yuan is still willing to repay it.
When Zhu Wushang heard this, he raised his wine glass tremblingly and nodded to Hong Yuan:
"I have to thank you too. If it weren't for you, A Yuan, I'm afraid, I'm afraid the master would have died with regrets."
The two drank it all in one sip.
At the end, Zhu Wushang called Xuan Wu in front of him, looking a little ashamed.
"Xuanwu is the child who is most like me, and you have watched him grow up."
Listening to his senior brother's words, Hong Yuan couldn't help but nod.
Indeed, the child Zhu Xuanwu not only looks almost exactly the same as his senior brother, but also has the same temperament and spiritual path.
"I'm afraid I won't live long. I feel relieved that Yiru and Yue'er will be taken care of by you."
"It's just that Xuan Wu is the kid I'm most worried about."
"I want to find a position for him. Can you let him be the owner of the 'Jialiu Workshop'..."
Zhu Wushang's tone was a little humble.
He is an upright man with a kind-hearted character. He rarely seeks anything from others, let alone from his junior brothers.
Hong Yuan naturally knew his senior brother's temperament. He immediately helped Zhu Wushang up and said solemnly:
"Senior brother, you used to protect me, now it's me who protects you."
"It is of course possible to let Xuanwu be the master of the Jialiu workshop, but the position of master is a bit hard, so it is better to let Xuanwu go to the Ministry of Internal Affairs. That will be easier and more rewarding."
Zhu Xuanwu on the side couldn't help but feel happy when he heard this.
At this moment, Zhu Wushang was still silent as Hong Yuan said, "You came to protect me before, but now I will protect you."
Suddenly, he laughed heartily: "Okay, okay, okay. Ayuan, I am truly lucky to have met you. Let Xuan Wu be the master of the workshop. The water is too deep for him to control."
Hong Yuan narrowed his eyes and chuckled: "Yes, yes, I listen to senior brother."
It's just a small position, and it's hard to get his attention.
Such matters would not have been handled by him in the past, but would have been handled by his subordinates.
But since senior brother Zhu Wushang personally entrusted it, Hong Yuan would also be a little more careful and instruct his men to treat Zhu Xuanwu well.
…
Something happened here.
When Hong Yuan saw Zhu Wushang again, Zhu Wushang became much silent after settling the matters behind him.
He no longer cares about the world.
I either stayed at the Eagle Immortal Blessed Land all day long, or stopped at the White Frost Stone House, or occasionally arrived at the Jialiu Workshop Room to reminisce about the past.
His behavior is becoming more and more like his late master Lin Daoyan.
Hong Yuan also followed him silently, but every time Hong Yuan showed up, Zhu Wushang would drive Hong Yuan away with a stern face.
Zhu Wushang didn't want to show weakness in front of Hong Yuan anymore.
"That's it, that's all."
Hong Yuan looked at the figures one large and one small in front of him and sighed softly.
The big one is Zhu Xuanwu. The younger one is senior brother Zhu Wushang.
In fact, Hong Yuan wanted to tell Zhu Wushang that he, Hong Yuan, had already become a Martial Saint.
Because becoming a Martial Saint was Zhu Wushang's lifelong martial arts wish, and it was the supreme pursuit of the Honghuo Peak lineage.
It's just that Hong Yuan has never been able to say it out loud.
Exposing the identity of the Martial Saint means that he is digging his own grave and leaving himself with future troubles!
And he, Hong Yuan, is a completely selfish person. He can't say such things openly!
However, Zhu Wushang opposed Hong Yuan's attempt to extend his life.
If Zhu Wushang is willing, Hong Yuan is sure that he can let Zhu Wushang see the moment when Hong Yuan can demonstrate his cultivation as a martial saint.
…
Three months later.
late at night.
There were violent storms, lightning and thunder.
Zhu Wushang, who was as skinny as a stick and dying, lay on the bed.
In the room, Zhu Wushang's nine sons all looked extremely sad, and there were even a large group of women holding their children and crying.
"Tap..."
There was a sound of anxious footsteps.
It turned out that Hong Yuan came there with Lin Yiru and Mo Yuer.
Zhu Wushang's juniors quickly made room for Hong Yuan and the others.
"Senior brother..."
"Brother Wushang!"
"Uncle Three!"
Zhu Wushang, who had already lost his appearance, smiled, raised his shaky hand tremblingly, and wiped away the tears on the faces of Lin Yiru and Mo Yuer.
"Birth, old age, illness and death are human nature. Who, who, can avoid death?"
"I'm just following in the footsteps of master, master. You don't have to cry for me."
"I am eight or eighty-four years old this year. This is a happy and sad time..."
Zhu Wushang said weakly, his anger as thin as a thread.
The end.
Zhu Wushang's thin fingers tightly grasped Hong Yuan's wrist.
One side is withered and shriveled, and the other side is white jade that is warm and moist.
The palms of two vastly different vitality intertwined together, forming a powerful impact.
Zhu Wushang is about to die at the end of his life, but Hong Yuan is as young as ever——
On the hospital bed, Zhu Wushang's voice was trembling: "Ayuan, I want, I want martial arts, my martial arts is prosperous..."
After finishing speaking with difficulty, he finally closed his eyes with peace of mind.
The flame of life in him dissipated and passed away suddenly.
Hong Yuan’s senior brother Zhu Wushang died——
"Dad", "Grandpa", "Third Uncle"
Everyone burst into tears.
But at this moment, Hong Yuan was stunned on the spot, with a confused look on his face.
The scene of getting along with Zhu Wushang suddenly flashed through his mind.
First meeting:
"Hey, you two are master's new disciples. I am your third senior brother, Zhu Wushang."
First time refining:
"Junior brother Hong, come with me. I'll teach you how to make blanks and how to become a first-level caster as quickly as possible."
"Ayuan, don't think too much, your first attack is already amazing."
"Ayuan, good job."
First monthly salary:
"Your monthly salary this month is twenty yuan stones. I have already put it in the storage bag. I hope you can think about your life carefully."
First heart-to-heart:
"Master and brothers have high hopes for me, but I only have mediocre qualifications. I failed to become the True Successor of the Nine Great Phoenix Streams, and I failed to protect the blessed land of the Eagle Immortal."
"If it weren't for my incompetence, Jiuyou and Xiao Ge wouldn't have to send sects outside."
"Jiuyou will not be killed, ah wu wu..."
…
Various voices and appearances of Zhu Wushang in the past flashed through Hong Yuan's mind.
Hong Yuan closed his eyes in pain.
Non-vegetation, ruthless Practice makes perfect.
"I want martial arts to prosper? I want martial arts to prosper!"
"Brother, I will keep going, I will keep going!
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