There were four grandmasters in the world, including the white-robed monk of the Jingang Temple.
The Sword Saint of the Long Blade Sect.
Feng Wuying of the Shadowless Sect and the old fisherman of the Southern Sea who had no sect.
In recent years, the world has been in chaos.
It was not that they did not know.
He just didn't care.
However, this kind of nonchalance was not the kind of nonchalance that came from seeing through the world of mortals.
Instead, they didn't care about it. No matter how chaotic the world was, it wouldn't affect them. Anyway, no matter who sat in that position in the end.
Finally, he arrived in front of them.
All of them had to be treated respectfully.
But no one expected that.
This time, the final winner turned out to be a lunatic who was not afraid of death. Not only did he dare to meddle in the affairs of their disciples, he even ordered them to hand over the excess food.
Handing over the land in his hands — this was the biggest joke in the world!
The South Sea fishermen did not care about such things.
He only had one granddaughter and two disciples by his side.
Get along well with the neighbors.
Other than a few vegetable plots, the family did not have a single mu of land.
There was only half a bag of rice and a pile of salted fish. The bailiff who came to handle the matter followed the rules.
His family of four was given eighty mu of fertile land and enough food to last them until the autumn harvest.
He accepted it with a smile.
However, the Long Blade Sect was different from the Shadowless Sect. The Long Blade Sect had a lot of disciples, and as disciples of grandmasters, they were used to doing whatever they wanted. When the imperial edict arrived, the Long Blade Sect almost laughed their heads off. Did the emperor, who was blinded by power, not know what a grandmaster was?
Therefore, not to mention the payment of grain, those bailiffs who came to enforce the law were all killed by them impatiently.
This slaughter attracted an army of three hundred thousand.
The two masters from the Long Blade Sect and the Shadowless Sect, who had been oblivious to the outside world, could no longer sit still. No matter how aloof they were, they could not watch their own sects being destroyed. However, there was an army of three hundred thousand soldiers. Not to mention their disciples, even they themselves would die if they fought to the death without retreating.
Therefore, as Grandmasters, they all chose the same method. They were prepared to solve this problem once and for all in front of everyone, and at the same time, give the world a deep warning.
The behavior of this young emperor or "prince" was indeed strange, but they didn't take it to heart. It didn't matter what kind of plan he had, because he would soon know that in the face of absolute power, all schemes and tricks were nothing more than illusions and couldn't withstand a single blow.
With the three of them together, there was no trap in this world that could trap them, and no one that they could not kill!
Everything that needed to be said had been said. Neither Fang Wei nor the three Great Grandmasters were interested in continuing to talk nonsense with each other. The Sword Saint unsheathed his long saber and pointed it at Fang Wei, saying, "Put down the little emperor. We won't touch him before you die. After you die, we won't bother to touch him."
As if he didn't hear anything, Fang Wei used his left hand to grab the young man's waist and let him lean on his shoulder. With his other hand, he unsheathed the long saber on his back. Without saying anything, he slashed at Feng Wuying, who was closest to him.
Feng Wuying's eyes were calm, as if he didn't see Fang Wei's menacing slash at all. However, just as the sharp blade was about to touch him, his body floated up like weightless cotton, sticking close to the blade.
Fang Wei's long saber missed, but he took advantage of the momentum and slashed at Feng Wuying's waist. Feng Wuying floated away again.
Feng Wuying was known as Shadowless, but at this moment, he seemed to have turned himself into a shadow. Fang Wei's saber was undoubtedly fast, but no matter how fast it was, it couldn't be faster than his own shadow. Therefore, no matter how unpredictable his saber was, how fast it was, and how heavy it was, it couldn't even touch the corner of Feng Wuying's clothes.
He was at an absolute disadvantage right from the start, but Fang Wei's eyelashes didn't even tremble. His long saber didn't stop, and his footsteps didn't stop either. He chased after the invisible shadow and slashed at it as fast as lightning. However, Feng Wuying, who was dressed in a green robe, was so relaxed that he didn't even stretch out the hand behind his back.
Below the city walls, the commoners who were initially at a loss over the arrival of the three Grandmasters cheered in unison. They did not understand the situation of the battle, but they knew that their Lord was very impressive. He was carrying a person in his arms, and he used only one hand to beat up the bullshit Grandmasters of the Shadowless Sect. How impressive!
Among the cheers, there were inevitably insults and disdain for the grandmaster. Of course, the words of the common people weren't pleasant to hear. When had Feng Wuying ever been humiliated by such words in his life? His face immediately darkened. Just as he was about to stop teasing and kill, he saw Fang Wei tap the tip of his foot and turn his saber. He ignored him and slashed at the white-robed monk on the city wall with his head lowered.
The white-robed monk didn't move at all. His hands that were pressed together in front of his forehead slapped at the saber that was about to pierce between his eyebrows. "Amitabha."
The white-robed monk's internal energy was unparalleled in the world. Fang Wei's saber, which seemed to be able to split mountains and split seas, was silently stopped in front of his palms. "The sea of bitterness is boundless. Turn back …"
In the next moment, the white-robed monk let go of his palms and floated back. His voice was calm. "… It's the shore."
He took the initiative to retreat, not because Fang Wei's internal energy was so strong that even he couldn't withstand it, but because of the vicious kick that was aimed at his vitals. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Below the city wall, the people who saw Fang Wei 'defeat' another grandmaster cheered again.
Fang Wei didn't let them go. He slashed again and said calmly, "Is this all the three grandmasters can do?"
The Sword Saint glanced at him and didn't move. The white-robed monk acted as if he didn't hear him and continued to defend. Feng Wuying snorted and suddenly moved forward.
The Sword Saint was proud of his identity and didn't want to attack together with others. The white-robed monk was a Buddhist and couldn't kill him. However, Feng Wuying was different. The curses of the people below the city wall had already made him angry. Fang Wei's words undoubtedly added fuel to the fire.
Now that the three grandmasters were 'attacking' Fang Wei together, the others didn't care if they showed mercy. They only knew that the longer this dragged on, the more they didn't live up to their reputation as grandmasters. If this went on, how could they show off their power even if they killed the kid?
Feng Wuying's body was like the wind and shadow. He instantly appeared behind Fang Wei and slapped down.
Qi Shuangyu's cry of surprise and Feng Tingxuan's warning "be careful" entered Fang Wei's ears. Fang Wei smiled faintly and didn't slow down. The blade collided lightly with the white-robed monk's delicate fist, but there was a loud sound of gold and jade colliding. In the next moment, Fang Wei's body retreated like a shadow and slammed into Feng Wuying's palm.
Of course, people couldn't catch up with the wind and couldn't catch the shadow. Therefore, Fang Wei's blade couldn't do anything to Feng Wuying. However, if the wind stopped and wanted to poke his head out to touch you, it would be a different story.
Feng Wuying's palm was only halfway out and he was hit by his target before he could use enough strength. Then, an overwhelming force surged from his palm … In everyone's eyes, Fang Wei's shoulder collided with Feng Wuying's palm. Then, Fang Wei's palm crashed into Feng Wuying's chest. Feng Wuying spat out blood and almost fell off the city wall.
Fang Wei didn't have it easy either. He spat out a mouthful of blood and his body flew in the opposite direction. As soon as he landed, he turned around and slashed at the Sword Saint who had been watching from the side.
The Sword Saint was also a proud and arrogant person. They both used the blade. He was prepared to personally kill this kid. Who knew that when he unsheathed his blade and spoke, he would be ignored. How could he not be angry? At this moment, seeing Fang Wei take the initiative to attack, a faint smile appeared at the corner of his lips and he swung his blade.
He didn't have the mercy of a monk, nor did he have Feng Wuying's intention to tease him. Since he was here to kill, then he would kill.
It looked like a casual slash, but it had been prepared for a long time.
There was no lightning-like saber light, no saber aura, and no layers of saber shadows. It was just a simple sweep of the saber, and the saber in the young man's hand was silently broken into two halves. After that, the saber swept towards Fang Wei's neck without any fancy moves, and was about to chop off his head.
Time seemed to have slowed down countless times. The sudden reversal of the situation caused the people below the city to be horrified. Everyone could only watch as the ordinary-looking podao got closer and closer to the neck of the person they loved. Their hearts were instantly filled with despair …
"No!" Qi Shuangyu screamed. Tears had already gushed out of her eyes, but she forced herself not to close them. Then, she saw two white, jade-like fingers reach out from the man in black's shoulder and casually pinch the sword that was close at hand, as if pinching a buzzing mosquito that was buzzing around the ear.
There were tens of thousands of people on and off the city wall, but it was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop. Only the young man's slightly hoarse voice sounded. He sounded sleepy and dissatisfied. "You are so noisy …"
Fang Wei lowered his head to look at the young man who was still lying on his shoulder. After a while, his voice was low and hoarse. "Fighting … Why don't you do it?"
The young man's eyelashes didn't even move. His voice was weak. "No, I don't have the strength."
As he spoke, his fingers gently pinched the long blade in his hand and it broke inch by inch. The Sword Saint, who was a grandmaster, spat out blood and flew out in front of everyone like a fly being swatted by a fly swatter. He crashed into the tower.
Everyone's eyes followed the Sword Saint's figure to the tower where rocks were flying everywhere. Then, they turned back to the young man. "Your Majesty, you … don't have the strength?"
Fang Mo really didn't have the strength. He was still leaning on Fang Wei's shoulder and couldn't even open his eyes. Anyone who woke up after two years of sleep would look like this.
Fang Wei threw away the broken long blade in his hand and took off the gourd on his back. He bit off the stopper and fed it to the young man. The fragrance of the wine filled the air. Fang Mo took a sip and opened his eyes. After a few more sips, he felt that Fang Wei was too slow and reached out to hold the gourd. When half of the gourd was in his stomach, he landed on his feet and stood up with Fang Wei's help.
Thinking of the killing intent that had awakened him, Fang Mo put down the gourd and glanced at the Sword Saint who had just climbed up from the ruins, Feng Wuying who looked surprised and doubtful, and the white-robed monk who looked calm. He turned back to Fang Wei and said, "You seemed to have almost died."
Fang Wei nodded slightly.
After all, he was only at the first rank. He had just imitated Fang Mo's method and guided the white-robed monk's internal energy into his body to hurt Feng Wuying. As a result, he was seriously injured and his Internal Breath was in chaos. If Fang Mo hadn't intervened, he would have been decapitated.
Fang Mo said, "Fang Wei, when did you become so stupid?"
Fang Wei looked at him. After a long silence, he said in a low voice, "Haven't I done a lot of stupid things to you?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere around them seemed to become heavy. Fang Mo took another sip of wine and left Fang Wei's support. He walked to the top of the city wall and sat down. He looked down at the densely packed people who were looking at him eagerly. He waved his hand casually and received a burst of excited cheers. Fang Mo smiled and said, "It's very lively today!"
Fang Wei put his hand that was frozen in mid-air and seemed to still have the youth's body temperature behind his back. He looked at the youth sitting on the top of the city wall and his aura suddenly began to rise. His long hair and clothes seemed to be blown by a hurricane, dancing wildly in the air for a while before gradually calming down.
The people below the city wall were unaware of it. The youth sitting on the top of the city wall didn't seem to feel anything. However, the three grandmasters on the city wall were shocked and even a little discouraged. They had spent countless years to advance from the first rank to the grandmasters. They had polished their realms, comprehended the world, and had been lucky enough to take this step. They thought that they were already standing at the top of the world, but they didn't expect that in one day, they would first meet a teenager whose strength and realm were far beyond theirs, and then they saw with their own eyes a young man in his twenties, who, like eating and drinking, casually stepped into the Master Realm, surpassing the Master Realm, and reaching a height that they couldn't imagine … Compared with them, they felt that they had lived a dog's life.
No one cared about their dejection. Fang Wei took two steps forward and stood behind Fang Mo with his hands behind his back. He said, "Today is your coronation. Of course it's lively."
"Coronation?" Fang Mo looked down and realized he was wearing a bright yellow dragon robe. He asked, "Emperor, why don't you do this kind of thing yourself?"
Fang Wei's gaze moved away from him with difficulty and looked into the distance. After a long silence, he said, "I thought about whether I should let you sleep by my side forever. Or whether I should become emperor and marry Huo Kongyan, Feng Wan 'er, and Qi Shuangyu. Then I could force you to stay in this world for another three hundred years … but …"
In the end, he didn't dare.
He didn't dare to keep him by his side against his will, or just keep him in this world. Some mistakes were too many to make once.
Therefore, the moment Fang Mo ascended the throne, the youth's ties to this world were completely severed. He could leave with a thought.
He said in a low voice, "You're willing to wake up and look at me again. I have no other request."
Before he could finish, a wine gourd came smashing down on his head. The youth's dissatisfied voice sounded, "What does this have to do with you? Why are you acting all high and mighty? Speak properly! "
Fang Wei raised his hand and caught the wine gourd. He smiled bitterly. He understood the youth's meaning. He was Fang Wei, but Fang Wei … How could he not want to return to his original state? But he couldn't … he couldn't.
His feelings for him had changed during the two years he was in a coma. He couldn't go back.
He really didn't remember anything, and he didn't become someone else. It was just that during the first year Fang Mo was in a coma, he was madly cultivating to the point that his realm rose sharply. He was even about to break through the limits of this world when he suddenly felt an unbearable throbbing and pain. It was as if it came from an endless space and time, causing his soul to curl into a ball. It made him vaguely understand something. It also made him suddenly understand the youth's mission and the ties between him and this world.
After a long period of silence, he returned his realm to the first rank and began to fight for the world.
But he heard the youth complain again, "It's all your fault for waking me up too late. You made me go into seclusion for too long to suppress my realm. I couldn't stay even if I wanted to."
Seeing that Fang Wei was still speechless, Fang Mo smiled. She didn't make any more pointless attempts. She stood up and took off her cloak.
Feng Tingxuan, who was standing at the foot of the city walls, was just like everyone else. He was both surprised and confused by the changes before him. Just as he was stunned speechless, something suddenly fell from the sky and covered him. Feng Tingxuan was stunned for a moment before he realized what it was. He hurriedly pulled it off, but he heard the youth's clear voice from the tower. "Pass down my decree. We are about to leave for a long journey. Today, I will pass the throne to my eldest brother, Feng Tingxuan. Now that our dynasty has been newly established, we can't be without a ruler. There is no need to choose another auspicious day to hold the coronation ceremony today."
The crowd, who had been shocked speechless by the series of events, looked at each other. During this period of time, they had suffered too much shock. Putting aside the fight with the grandmasters, it was ridiculous enough to push a young man who had been in a coma for two years to the position of the founding emperor. In the end, when the emperor woke up at the coronation ceremony, the first decree he gave was to pass the throne to someone else … What kind of trouble was this?
Feng Tingxuan was even more shocked. Just as he was about to speak, someone reached out and pressed on his shoulder. Feng Tingxuan was stunned and said in surprise, "Father?"
Feng Yi's gaze was not on Feng Tingxuan. Instead, he looked up at the city walls. On the city walls, a youth in a royal robe was lying on the battlements and waving at him with a smile. He said with a smile, "Father, do you want to kill the three grandmasters up there?"
Feng Yi shook his head and laughed. "It's rare for a grandmaster to appear in this world. Let's leave them for Father to practice on!"
The youth responded and waved again. "Then I'll be leaving?"
Feng Yi smiled and said, "Father will look for you later."
The youth gave him a big smile. "Okay! Father, you have to hurry. "
Feng Yi nodded. "Okay."
Fang Mo stood up and turned to look at Fang Wei. "I'm leaving!"
Fang Wei stared at him without saying a word.
Fang Mo did not say anything else. He turned around and stepped into the void. It was as if there was an invisible staircase in the sky. He stepped on the staircase and walked up step by step.
The three grandmasters on the city walls had fanatical looks on their faces. Feng Wuying's face was covered in tears as he muttered, "Stepping into the void, stepping into the void … So the legendary stepping into the void is actually real. It really exists …"
The long wind in the sky blew the youth's clothes. The civil and military officials and commoners below the city walls had already knelt on the ground, watching their emperor step into the sky in a daze.
"Little Mo …"
Fang Mo turned around and looked at Fang Wei. Fang Wei looked up at him, his eyes dark. He said in a low voice, "Is it true that as long as a person does something wrong, even if they go through reincarnation and reincarnation, they will never be forgiven?"
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