"Although the divine tortoise has a long life, it still has its time; the soaring snake rides on the mist, but will eventually become ashes. The old man has his ambition to reach a thousand miles; the martyr's twilight years are full of ambition. The period of growth and shrinkage is not only in the sky;
The blessing of nourishing happiness can lead to eternal life. Fortunately, even singing praises one's aspirations. "
In the deserted temple on the west mountain, a bonfire was burning. Jiang Li sat cross-legged on the ground, clasping his hands and chanting, his voice was light and his tone was passionate.
A thousand-year-old hero's song "The Turtle Sustains Life" sang in his mouth.
"Although a tortoise has a long life, there will be a time when it will fly, a snake will dance, and it will eventually become earth..."
As soon as the poem came out, everyone present was perked up and deeply attracted.
The poems are calm and passionate, with wind and thunder in their writing, ups and downs, and contain a heroic spirit of constant self-improvement.
Reluctant to grow old, do not believe in destiny, keep striving, and keep pursuing!
Even though the Divine Turtle and Soaring Snake are legendary beasts, they still cannot escape the shackles of Shouyuan and will eventually die.
But people should not feel depressed because of the arrival of old age. They should stay strong and forge ahead as they age.
If the energy is strong, it can cover everything.
Life is like water, and death is like this. If you realize the pain of life's perishability and just use sorrow and pain to soothe your soul, you will lose your life goals, beliefs and pursuits, and eventually turn into a cup of dust like a turtle or a soaring snake.
A true man should be steadfast and unyielding. Just because life is difficult, he must use all time and opportunities to create great achievements and make bold progress!
"Although the tortoise has a long life, there will be a time when it will fly, a snake will dance, and it will eventually become dust!"
The body of the one-armed old soldier was shaken, and lines of poetry flowed in his heart. The drunkenness that had paralyzed his spirit and will disappeared instantly.
He sat up suddenly, opened his eyes, and two rays of light shot directly at the bullfight, which was still a little chaotic.
Every line of poetry that Jiang Li uttered made him excited and excited. In his aging body, the blood began to flow faster and faster, getting stronger and stronger.
At the end, Qi and blood surged like a mighty river, flowing endlessly.
"The old man is still ambitious, but his ambition is thousands of miles; the martyr's old age is full of ambition..."
The one-armed old soldier was breathing heavily and his blood was gushing. He chanted along with Jiang Li. Every time he chanted a sentence, his spirit grew stronger and restrained.
The spirit rose higher and higher, becoming more condensed, almost like substance.
The biting cold wind howled and raged under the night, but they were all isolated a hundred feet away from the mountain temple.
"The period of growth and contraction is not only in heaven; the blessing of nourishing happiness can lead to eternal life."
The one-armed soldier's voice became louder and louder, and his chest rose and fell violently, as if thunder was rolling in his chest.
Jiang Li and others were standing nearby, and they felt that the one-armed old soldier in front of them had an indescribable aura or spirit that was rising violently, almost soaring into the sky and reaching the divine court!
The loud sound was like thunder, spreading far into the distance, almost shaking the entire world!
Bang bang bang
In the Xishan paddock camp, lights were lit one after another, and countless people rushed out of the tents and looked into the distance with shocked expressions on their faces.
Boom boom boom
In the mountain temple, blood surged through the body of the one-armed old man, washing his whole body, and a kind of accumulated strength began to expand and sprout.
"Fortunately, I sing to express my ambition!"
Finally, the one-armed old soldier looked up to the sky and roared, and a visible energy smoke rose from his head and went straight into the sky.
Resonate with heaven and earth, shine with the sun and moon!
Under the empty fur coat, the old and shriveled body began to grow, filling up rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Skin relaxes and regains radiance.
The hair, which was originally whiter than snow, started to rise from the roots and dyed to the tips as if it were dyed with ink.
After a dozen breaths, a brave figure with thick black hair and a body like a god and demon stood in the temple.
His black hair was fluttering, and his body was as majestic as a mountain.
The bone growth in the broken arm pierced the skin, and the flesh and blood clung to it, growing rapidly, and eventually turned into a complete arm.
The purest and most sunny breath suddenly spreads, and wherever it passes, the snow melts and the grass and trees bloom.
A kind of warmth like the morning sun spreads to the whole world.
Dead wood grows.
Peach blossoms bloom.
Half of the Western Mountains were dyed red!
"Essence is like smoke, our Great Zhou Dynasty has given birth to another strong martial saint!"
"To the southeast, it seems that outside the paddock, which master of the divine transformation realm will break through? Rong Huo, the commander of the Jinwu Guards, or Ye Zuo, the commander-in-chief of the left army?"
"No matter who it is, our Great Zhou Dynasty has a strong Martial Saint, a strong Martial Saint!"
"The Law of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the Martial Saint conferred the title of Marquis!"
At the foot of the West Mountain, the energy of the wolf smoke reaches straight into the sky, flowers bloom in the middle of the mountain, and the whole camp is in awe.
No matter the princes, generals, ministers, or eunuchs and maids, they all walked out of the tent and looked at the energy smoke rising straight into the sky.
The saint is an extraordinary person who supports the world with his backbone.
Each of them is a being who has mastered the most powerful power in the world.
Even in the most prosperous and powerful dynasty in the world, the Martial Saint is the absolute supreme being and the ultimate force that shocks the world.
"Your Majesty, after Rong Huo entered the realm of divine transformation three years ago, it has been difficult to improve his martial arts realm. Although Ye Zuo is a master of the great perfection of the divine transformation realm, his martial arts will is fierce and ferocious. Even if he enters the realm of martial saint, It won’t condense the ‘raw’ fist spirit!”
In the deepest part of the paddock camp, an animal skin tent covering an area of several hundred meters stood like a palace.
Inside the tent, the lights were bright, like daylight.
On the majestic dome is a picture of the blue sky that hundreds of embroiderers with the best skills in Jiangnan spent ten years embroidering.
A warrior in the Xiantian realm is as bright as a torch. If he looks up, it is difficult to tell whether the blue sky above his head is a painting or the real sky.
The floor was covered with a pure white carpet made of arctic bear fur. The plush was soft and thick enough to cover an adult man's ankles.
On the eighteenth-step high platform made of fine copper, there is an imperial chair made of fine gold. It is covered with grand and sacred mysterious patterns, and powerful magic power is constantly circulating in it.
A statue of the Nine Nether Flame Bird, covered in flames, hangs above the imperial chair, looking down at the heaven and earth like a god, guarding the country of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
At this moment, there were only two middle-aged men with majestic power and extraordinary temperament in Nuo Da's tent, standing opposite each other.
Jiang Shirong, the Marquis of Zhenwu, was wearing a gold silk python robe and a purple gold crown. He stood under a high bronze platform. His narrow eyes were shining brightly, and there was a killing array composed of thousands of swords and spears dormant in it.
"Therefore, it is not Rong Huo or Ye Zuo who is promoted to Martial Saint, but someone else!"
Jiang Shirong walked to the door of the big tent and looked at the smoke of essence in the distance. "This fist spirit contains the meaning of the past life, nirvana, reincarnation, and long-cherished wishes. I seem to have seen it somewhere!"
"In addition to the royal family members and meritorious generals, the only ones accompanying me on this hunt in Xishan Mountain are the Shengjing guards and the Zuo Army Governor's Mansion who are responsible for defense. Could it be that there are some masters hidden here that I don't know about!"
On the fine gold throne deep in the high platform, there is a tall man with a majestic expression and as cold as ice.
He wears a golden crown on his head and a five-clawed dragon robe, sitting upright on the imperial chair, with sword-shaped eyebrows on his temples, powerful phoenix eyes, sharp eyes, and full of strong self-confidence.
He has the supreme magnanimity to look down on the world, overlook all things, and control all living beings.
It was none other than the master of the Zhou Dynasty, King Jing Sima Yi.
