The immortal is beside me

Chapter 112: I will follow his way with my heart

Xue Duo was silent for a long time, and finally couldn't help but speak.

"What kind of conflict did you and your mother's family have?"

"It's not a holiday, it's just that my actions are no longer what they think they are."

Xiao Yao leaned against the railing and looked up at the night sky above her head.

"There seems to be a term in your era called 'raising Gu'. It involves putting numerous Gu insects together and letting them fight each other to determine the strongest one, which then devours the flesh and blood of all the defeated. This term is quite appropriate to describe the believers of Changshengtian."

"I used to be that flesh-eating poisonous insect, and I thought that was the only way to cultivate. But after meeting Zhou Tong, I realized that there is another answer in this world."

The night wind blew, blowing her long black hair to sway in front of her face. Under the night sky, her eyes became deep, as if her thoughts drifted very far away.

"Like he said, conquest itself is meaningless; what is meaningful is the rebirth created after destruction."

"By the time I realized this, Changshengtian had already abandoned me, the Khitan people, and the Liao Dynasty. From then on, I knew it was impossible for me to follow his faith as before."

Xue Duo was silent for a moment. Xiao Yao's words were simple, but she knew that behind them was the end of an era, and would inevitably be accompanied by countless bloody storms.

How can we possibly succeed in resisting the will of heaven with human will?

"Then you come later." She spoke carefully.

"later?"

Xiao Yao slowly pulled her hair back from her face. "Later, I returned to the Central Plains to look for Zhou Tong. Everything I once pursued had been denied, and I wanted to see if the path he pursued had any results."

"By that time, the Central Plains dynasty had changed. It was no longer the Song Dynasty, but the Ming Dynasty. The landscape of the Central Plains cultivation world had also changed a lot. I searched for him for a long time in the Central Plains, but couldn't find him. I only found his disciples in the capital."

"That disciple inherited his fire technique and can be considered a genius. It's a pity that he is still a little inferior to his former self and no one can truly match his style."

"Beijing. Fire Magic?" Xue Duo's eyebrows twitched slightly, as if he had thought of some key information. "You are not talking about the current one..."

"Yes, his disciples are still in China." Xiao Yao nodded slightly, "That's the Fire Saint you guys are talking about."

Xue Duo's pupils trembled violently, and a huge amount of information exploded in his mind.

The Fire Saint, a strategic-level cultivator of China, is stationed at the border all year round to deal with external incidents. He stays within the country for no more than a few days a year, and therefore has become the least visible and most mysterious among all the strategic-level cultivators in China.

Did the Fire Saint actually have a master? And did he even have a connection with the strategic-level Divine Eagle?

To be precise, it was a being called "Zhou Tong" who linked these people together. How many powerful people did that person have connections with?

Many questions flashed through her mind, but she had no time to ask them at the moment.

"I asked that disciple about Zhou Tong's whereabouts, and the answer I got was that he was no longer alive."

The voice became a little dim here. Xiao Yao lowered her forehead and gently stroked the longbow in her hand.

For a moment, Xue Duo seemed to see a vast ocean of sadness in her eyes, but then she realized that Xiao Yao was not crying at this time, but instead raised the corners of her lips and smiled faintly.

"His disciples took me to his former residence, and it was from there that I obtained the bow he left behind."

"From that moment on, I knew what my path was." Her fingertips brushed the "Qing" character on the edge of the bowstring. "Even if Heaven strikes me down, I will remain so."

Xue Duo opened her mouth, but no sound came out as the voice drifted into her ears. She knew she had nothing more to say. Finally, she could only retreat and walk down the rooftop again. But before she finished, she pulled her phone from her pocket and dialed a number.

"Tianjiyuan? This is the Yingzhou Environmental Sanitation Bureau. We have something to ask, and I hope you can provide some guidance."

The voice echoed in the corridor, accompanied by the beeping of electronic equipment. Outside the rooftop, separated by a wall, the beautiful woman still leaned against the edge, a myriad of lights draped around her, the aura just as it had been all those years ago.

"The immortals ride phoenixes to travel the eight directions~ The sharp ears of wheat pierce the jackals~
The villains hid in caves, and the people harvested rice and enjoyed a good harvest.

On a country road, a little boy humming a ballad was jumping forward with a windmill in his hand. As he was jumping, he suddenly jumped in front of a pair of leather boots.

The child looked up and saw a tall figure wearing a fur coat standing in front of him. She looked like a woman, but her face was blurry in the sunlight and her facial features could not be seen clearly.

"Kid, what song are you singing?" the woman asked.

"It's about the immortals!" the child said without hesitation. "It was the immortals who drove away those invading villains and made it possible for everyone to have enough food to eat and enjoy a good harvest. That's what the song says!"

"What kind of immortal are you talking about?"

"I've never seen an immortal," the child shook his head, feeling his sister was truly strange. "I've only heard from my grandfather and the others that immortals carry spears and bows, accompanied by phoenixes. They come down to the fields from time to time and ask about everyone's rice harvest. It's said that as long as you are sincere, the immortals will descend upon you."

"Is that so?" Xiao Yao nodded slightly.

Since leaving the cave, she had seen countless traces of the "immortal" along the way. In this era called the Great Ming, his traces were everywhere.

She walked slowly forward, bypassing the winding country dirt road and climbing the rugged mountain.

It was dusk when I reached the summit. Beneath the veil, every house was alight, its lights gleaming brightly against the sky. Beyond the endless stream of lights lay fields of wheat. The evening breeze blew, and the golden waves of wheat rolled, a scene filled with vibrant life.

She had heard him describe this scene many times before, but after hundreds of years, this was the first time she had witnessed it with her own eyes.

Is this the end of his ways?
Why did he choose this path?

What caused his conquest?

Xiao Yao stood there, staring at the lights in the distance for a long time, letting the wind blow her long hair and clothes.

She didn't know the answers to these questions yet, but fortunately, she still had plenty of time to think about them.

Xiao Yao slowly raised her hand, and with a thought, a longbow appeared in her palm. Under the setting sun, the bow glowed with a flaming light, and the word "Qing" at the end of the bow also shone brightly.

She raised her bow to the sky, pulled the bowstring, and the wind gathered in the bow, as if to shoot down some invisible existence in the sky.

The old faith was gone, and now she had another answer to chase, and she had decided how to chase it.

Walk the same paths he has walked.

Look at the splendor and prosperity he has seen.

最后

Guard the vast land that he once guarded.

(End of this chapter)