When Huang Longshi saw the two of them leaving, his expression turned serious. He looked at the sky and gently put down his daughter who was slowly opening her eyes. He stood up and muttered to himself, "This Old Man doesn't trust anyone and is used to judging others with the greatest malice. You, Hsu Fengnian, are in a situation where you have nowhere to retreat to, yet you still do things to satisfy This Old Man. It seems that This Old Man has indeed misjudged you in the past.
Huang Longshi smiled and turned his head, seemingly answering his own question. "Hsu Fengnian, you definitely don't know that the reason why the last person who was spiritually traveling to the Spring and Autumn Period could not leave the Spring and Autumn Period was because This Old Man purposely closed this book. That was why he could not leave that page. Now that things have come to this, This Old Man can no longer hide it. Helping you is also helping himself. "
The old man lamented, "Who will wake up first? Only you will know. "
Huang Longshi took a deep breath, "This Old Man could have achieved the realm of Confucian Saint long ago, but he purposely suppressed it. Otherwise, there wouldn't have been a fleeting Xuanyuan Jingcheng after the Spring and Autumn Period. This Old Man will give you a true carefree journey. "
Huang Longshi raised his arm, drew strokes, and pointed at it.
He wrote eight words.
"I write the Spring and Autumn Period to respect the heavens and earth!"
He flipped open the book and opened the door.
It was as if a door opened behind Huang Longshi. A person stepped out and answered softly, "The heavens and earth naturally respect me."
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Morning Farewell White Emperor Colorful Clouds.
White Emperor, one of the five Celestial Emperors in the ancient book, was in charge of all the Gods of the West.
Wang Xianzhi looked at the colorful clouds gathering and dispersing above her head. She had an epiphany and roughly understood her background. No wonder she was at odds with the Zhenwu Great Emperor of the North. When Zhenwu's Law Form descended to the Spring God Lake, Wang Xianzhi, who was in the Martial Emperor City, hated it bitterly.
Wang Xianzhi did not stop Hsu Fengnian's soul from escaping, nor did she stop them from returning.
Sensing the weak aura of Hsu Fengnian lying in a pool of blood, Wang Xianzhi looked at the northern sky and asked loudly, "Fight again in the sky?"
The sky did not respond to Wang Xianzhi's question.
However, someone in the human world replied with two words, "No need."
A huge firefly crashed into Hsu Fengnian's bloody body.
Wang Xianzhi frowned and turned to look in that direction.
Hsu Fengnian knelt on the ground with one knee and one hand on the ground. He said softly, "We don't have to fight in the sky."
Wang Xianzhi narrowed her eyes and stared at the young man who had perfected the Divine Will. She was a little puzzled.
She was not dead yet. The old man looked at Huang Longshi's situation and quickly understood. This young vassal took a different path from Yuan Qingshan of Beimang. He wanted to merge the three religions of Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism. Unfortunately, he lacked the most important style of Confucianism. Wang Xianzhi did not think there was anyone in the world who could make Hsu Fengnian understand this realm. If Cao Changqing gave up his cultivation,
Well, there was a fifty to sixty percent chance. However, this official in black wanted to restore the country. Even if he liked Hsu Fengnian very much, he would not let his emotions affect his decisions. He wanted to restore the country in West Chu and give it to someone else. However, Wang Xianzhi did not expect that the cold-hearted Huang Sanjia would do such a thing and really let the last Wanderer of Spring and Autumn win.
This meant that this kind of gift of inheritance could not be accepted by the other person just because one person gave it to the other. Just like when Hsu Fengnian first went to Mount Wudang to practice the blade, Wang Zhonglou did not hesitate to give away the cultivation of the Great Yellow Court. However, in the end, he only gave away sixty to seventy percent, which was a serious loss. It was far from letting the young His Royal Highness achieve immortality in one step. Huang Longshi's action was no different from gambling.
However, if he gave away the realm but could not make "Hsu Fengnian" accept it completely and only made half of the Confucian Sage, which was useless in the end, then it would be the biggest joke in the world.
Wang Xianzhi's injury was not fatal, but it was not light either.
Especially that Instant Spear, which could be considered the most embarrassing time since he reached the top of martial arts sixty years ago. The old man still could not let it go. It was not a matter of the severity of his injury, but that no matter how Wang Xianzhi deduced afterward, he could not avoid it.
Hsu Fengnian grabbed a handful of sand, stood up, and opened his palm. The yellow sand was blown away by the wind and was thrown into the sky. A line went far away and seeped into the colorful clouds. Like mud sprinkled on brocade, it scattered the wind in an instant.
Hsu Fengnian's three souls and six spirits had returned to his body. Although his face, which was torn apart by Wang Xianzhi, had not healed, it was still shocking. However, his momentum was majestic and incomparable.
Wang Xianzhi's expression was calm, but there was a slight ripple in his heart.
However, his will to fight had never been as high as it was now.
This was like a person standing alone on the highest floor and finally seeing a second person walk up to the top.
There was no first place in literature, so they despised each other.
There was no second place in martial arts, so they killed each other.
Wang Xianzhi, who had always let the younger generation show off all kinds of amazing moves, took a step back and a step forward. This was the first time she took the initiative to make a fighting stance.
Hsu Fengnian took a step forward and a short knife appeared in his hand. He held the Spring Thunder upside down.
The second step was a long one. He held the Winter Embroidered Knife which was slightly longer.
The two knives given or borrowed by Bai Hu 'er's face accompanied him through the two Jianghu in Liyang and Beimang.
Spring Thunder on the left and Winter Embroidered Knife on the right.
Hsu Fengnian rushed to the front of Wang Xianzhi with two knives in his hands and chopped down with the Winter Embroidered Knife.
Wang Xianzhi raised her hand and held the Winter Embroidered Knife which did not emit any blade light.
Her right hand was about to blast out in an attempt to smash the boy's chest.
The young man's will had reached the peak, but Gao Shulu's body was still on the verge of collapse.
However, before Wang Xianzhi could make a move, the Spring Thunder Knife came horizontally. It was actually faster than Wang Xianzhi's by eleven percent.
The two knives looked light and easy. Other than the word "fast", there seemed to be no other mystery.
However, Wang Xianzhi unexpectedly used her elbow to block the knife and then retreated.
Hsu Fengnian followed like a shadow and always kept a distance of one knife from Wang Xianzhi. The Winter Embroidered Knife stabbed Wang Xianzhi's wound which was made by the Instant Spear.
Wang Xianzhi was not afraid. She let the dangerous knife stab her, but her fist smashed toward Hsu Fengnian's neck.
Xu Fengnian's figure swayed, and the embroidered saber left his hand, barely dodging Wang Xianzhi's heavy punch. His body drifted past Wang Xianzhi, and then he grabbed the Embroidered Winter Saber that came out of Wang Xianzhi's body.
It was really a leisurely stroll.
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