The road is long, take it and cherish it

A breeze blew through the dark courtyard. After a long time, the old beggar spoke seriously in a hoarse voice.

"When did you discover my identity?"

His words lost the frivolity and casualness of the past, and became more serious.

In response to his question, Yue just smiled lightly.

"Is this question really important to you? My time is precious. I just want to know your choice, whether to continue to be your beggar or to create a future with me."

After listening to Yue's words, the old man sighed slightly and said.

"I am no longer worthy of the title of immortal, but I am willing to dedicate my meager strength to the future you described. I just hope that you in the future will not make me regret my choice today."

Yue saw that he had made his choice and said no more. He turned around and walked in the direction he came from. He said lightly before leaving.

"Pack your things and set off at dawn. Besides, once you step on this ship, you won't have a chance to regret it."

Looking at Yue's retreating figure, several dim rays of light flashed through the old beggar's cloudy eyes.

If such a future can really be realized, why worry about our race having no way out, the human race? What a great name!

In fact, the reason why he happened to be bumped into by Yue and the others, and then settled here as if it were a matter of course, was because of some secret arrangements he made. At first, he took a fancy to their talents, especially that kid Quan. As long as he If you don’t die young, your future achievements will definitely be higher than your original self.

As for other people's talents, although they are not as incredible as his, the boxing skills they use every day, even if he watches them several times, he still cannot fully understand the essence of them. If this boxing technique can be spread, The threshold for cultivation will be greatly lowered, but he also knows in his heart that no matter how many monks there are in the middle and low realms, they will become meaningless in the face of the power of gods.

So these days, he did nothing. During this period, there were several times when he wanted to guide them or find some spiritual herbs for them to help them practice, but after thinking for a long time, he gave up.

So what if we really reach immortality? There is just one more person living a miserable life like himself, and a long lifespan brings nothing but endless pain.

Back then, when he was born, he was accompanied by colorful auspicious clouds, and he held a pure magic weapon in his mouth. He could feel the presence of spiritual energy as soon as he opened his eyes. He didn't even need to do anything deliberately, the spiritual energy would take the initiative. Gathering towards himself and condensing the golden elixir was as simple as breathing for him. It only took him five days in total. After the golden elixir was condensed, his life magic weapon naturally integrated into his body and protected his Dantian. It is also nurturing its own flesh and blood and meridians.

At the same time, he also completely concealed his aura.

It took him less than three years to give birth to Yuanying. Looking at the little self in his hands, he couldn't help but feel very curious about it. The name Yuanying was given to him by chance. of.

In the days that followed, everything went smoothly. Their village was disease-free and no messengers came.

As he grew older and matured mentally, at the age of sixteen, he had just broken through to become a god, and regardless of his family's dissuasion, he resolutely left the village and went traveling.

In the first days, except for sometimes not having enough to eat, everything else was very good, and the vast world outside was indeed as peaceful and beautiful as he expected.

Originally, he thought he would meet the same monks as him soon, but in the more than half a year since he went out, he went to countless villages, but he didn't see a single monk. He only saw countless tragedies, all the time. When he was not performing, he also tried to lend a helping hand, but his own power was too small in the entire world.

Later, he met the envoys for the first time, who were members of his own race who were as powerful as himself, but their bodies were tainted with an unpleasant stench.

At first he didn't know how to describe that feeling, but as he experienced more and more things, he knew that it was the smell of betraying his soul.

In the following years, he met those guys wearing masks several times, and fought with them several times. Most of the time, he suppressed them by himself. However, he couldn't kill him, so he could only kill them over and over again. He persuaded them to change their ways, and even though they promised him again and again, they would still pick up the butcher knife and attack the weak villagers.

Until one day, he saw with his own eyes the scene where the entire square was stained red with blood, and he became completely angry. After that, he did find the messenger and killed him, but after doing this, he only felt a sense of emptiness. Yes, killing him wouldn't save anything. What's more, as far as he knew, there were far more than just a few messengers.

But at that time, he was young and vigorous, and indeed he had not met an opponent who could defeat him, so an idea arose in his mind, that is, to kill all the messengers.

By the time he was twenty years old, he had successfully killed eight envoys. As a result, his realm had advanced by leaps and bounds, and he had reached the level of refining the void. He had not returned home for many years, but somehow, by some strange coincidence, he returned to his former hometown.

But what greeted him was not the smiling faces of his parents or elders in the village, but a hell-like scene. Broken bones could be seen everywhere in the village, and most of the houses had been burned to ashes. Leaving some traces of the past in place.

When he came to his former home, there was nothing left there. He searched in the village for a day and a night, but there was only dead silence.

He didn't know how he walked out of that village from that gloom. He didn't even have the courage to bury their bones.

In the following years, hatred took over everything in him. He wanted to find the murderer like crazy and avenge the villagers and parents. After killing two messengers, he fully understood what God was like for the first time. According to the words of the messenger, they all obey orders, so in the final analysis, their enemies are the gods!

At that time, he also knew that he could not defeat them on his own, so he spent decades establishing an organization on a small island. He would regularly find talented children and bring them to the island. , leading them to embark on the path of cultivation.

Later, he also subdued a black turtle in the sea to practice with him. Gradually, his name spread to the outside world. They called this place the Immortal Mountain on the Sea and Penglai.