The Dao dies but I live on, the spiritual energy dries up but I remain evergreen

We chatted for a while longer.

Chang Yue's neck was already stained red, and she suddenly felt very thirsty. She knew that this was a sign of excessive blood loss.

Life has come to an end.

Chang Yue said she was not afraid it was fake, her mouth was just too dry and she couldn't stand it anymore, so she could only ask for another glass of wine.

After a few drinks, she had gotten used to it.

It seems that this wine is not so bitter anymore.

So she asked Li Changxiao what the name of this wine was.

Li Changxiao patted the wine gourd, unscrewed the cork, and the aroma of wine wafted out.

He put his nose to it and sniffed it, then said with a smile, "Living in drunkenness and dreaming of death."

Chang Yue was stunned, and immediately felt that this wine was a perfect match for him!

She pinched her nose and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp. It still didn't taste good, but it was tolerable.

She had a few more drinks.

One cup after another.

Li Changxiao asked her why she suddenly drank so fast.

She said that she wanted to get drunk before she died, so that after she died, she would have a sweet dream. This would be worthy of the name of this good wine. She would truly die while drunk and in a dream.

Li Changxiao was stunned when he heard this, and for the first time he confronted his senior sister, saying that her illness had not yet fully recovered and her train of thought was still very strange.

But it didn't stop.

The ninth cup was drunk.

Chang Yue was really drunk, and the smell of alcohol on his body covered up the foul smell.

Life is gradually coming to an end.

She leaned back.

Support your body with your hands on the ground.

Staring at the ceiling of the cave in a daze, Li Changxiao asked her why she didn't continue drinking.

She just waved her hand and said she was drunk enough, and was in a fog, just like flying.

anyway.

She wanted to fly again.

Just like a real monk.

Fly up to the sky, fly up to the blue sky, free and unrestrained, without regrets even if you die.

Unfortunately, she is only in the stage of refining Qi now and is about to expire, destined to die in this dirty land.

she murmured.

But suddenly I found that Li Changxiao stood up.

Li Changxiao shrugged helplessly, pinched his fingers together, and Qingping came out of its sheath, floating in the air.

The white-robed swordsman had a faint smile on his face.

He just turned around and asked, "Is three thousand miles enough?"

Chang Yue nodded and shook his head in a daze.

The white-clad swordsman murmured, “Then I’ll do my best.”

So the swordsman pulled the woman, who was dressed in tattered clothes and dirtier than a beggar, and stepped lightly on the sword.

The woman's face was very moved.

The word "junior fellow" had not yet come out of his mouth.

The long sword soared into the sky.

The white-robed swordsman pointed his finger and blasted a big hole in the Panlong Cave.

The swordsman pulled the woman, stepped on the long sword, flew out of the dark cave, and soared into the sky.

Only then did I realize that it was already night.

A full moon hangs high in the sky.

"Dad, I seem to have seen the immortal again."

It was a hot and humid night, and Niu Xiao sat in the yard to enjoy the cool air, fanning himself with a bamboo fan he had woven.

I thought this was going to be an ordinary night.

It is no longer possible to meet the immortal in white like I did some time ago.

However, right now.

Suddenly there was a loud noise in the distance.

Immediately afterwards, a flying sword flew high into the sky, graceful and sharp.

There were two figures standing on the sword.

A man in white.

One girl, in gray.

What is this if not an immortal?

Niu Xiao shouted hurriedly, and Niu Da, who had fallen asleep, hurried out of the yard. But as luck would have it, the immortal had already flown away on his sword and had gone deep into the clouds. There was no trace of him anywhere.

The old man looked around but couldn't see anyone. He was so angry that he picked up a short stick and wanted to beat the bad boy to death.

You’re already this old, and you still dare to play tricks on me.

Niu Xiao shouted that he was innocent, but he didn't hide. After taking a few hits that didn't hurt him, he just laughed to himself.

He startled his neighbors and lit up their lights, which made him even more unhappy, and he laughed unrestrainedly.

I feel like I have finally lived up to the saying that a disciple is better than his master. My destiny... is far better than my father's!

But.

Immortal fate is better.

His rowing skills should also be better! He made up his mind to hone his rowing skills tomorrow.

When Niu Da heard his son's laughter, he realized that he might have missed something.

……

heaven.

The swordsman stepped on the flying sword, his long hair fluttering, and flew straight into the sky.

Moonlight.

The strong wind blew away the filth on Chang Yue's body.

Her eyelids gradually drooped, then immediately lifted up, and she stared with wide eyes, staring at the gradually enlarging full moon.

"Sister..."

"Is three thousand miles enough?"

At this time.

A cheerful voice came.

The long sword broke through the clouds.

Before Chang Yue could answer, the swordsman answered his own question, "Hahahahahaha, as a cultivator..."

"Is three thousand miles enough?"

The words fell.

The speed soared.

The swordsman is trying his best to control the sword, trying to break through the cage of heaven and earth.

The height is soaring.

Soon, they reached an altitude of three thousand miles.

Still going straight up.

Four thousand miles... Five thousand miles...

After nine thousand miles, it seemed as if we had arrived at the feet of the full moon.

"Thanks…"

Chang Yue slowly closed his eyes, uttered half a word of thanks, and then died completely.

This day.

Li Changxiao killed a man.

……

The top of Panlong Mountain.

Li Changxiao's clothes fluttered.

Sitting on the top of the mountain.

I don't know what I'm waiting for.

Several days passed.

The swordsman does nothing but drink and sleep, so I won't go there.

Another month has passed.

The swordsman finally took action.

This day.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and the city was looming.

There is thunder power gathering within.

What Li Changxiao was waiting for was this heavy rain. He used magic to add bricks and tiles to the power of thunder in the clouds, to make it icing on the cake, to add fuel to the fire, to make the thunder bigger and bigger.

Refa!

The most magnificent and masculine magic in the world.

Although Li Changxiao himself is not affected by the Chang disease, it does not mean that he will not carry the disease.

Besides, even if all the members of the Panlong Sect were killed, we can’t just leave them alone.

This longevity disease is too horrible and extremely contagious among cultivators. If he encounters it, he has to take action to eradicate it for both moral and logical reasons.

And his method of clearing away the evil... is to rely on the most powerful thunder in the world!

Unfortunately, Li Changxiao does not know thunder magic. There are only a handful of people in the entire Fuyao world who know this kind of magic.

And even if they do know how to do it, most of them are not orthodox. In the cultivation world, knowing thunder magic is enough to become famous.

So Li Changxiao could only wait, waiting for the natural thunder of heaven and earth to gather.

A month passed.

He waited.

The rain fell in torrents.

There were bursts of thunder.

The mortals could not avoid it, and the man in white slowly stood up.

A fierce bolt of lightning struck the forest. At that moment, the lightning made the surroundings as bright as day.

Then came the dull thunder.

Rumbling--

It was like a giant beating a drum in the dark clouds.

There was a white dot on the top of the mountain. He raised the sword high and then suddenly stabbed it on the top of the mountain.

Pinch the fingers together.

The thunder that was extremely masculine and powerful, able to clear the heaven and earth and punish evil, was attracted to strike the long sword, and then transmitted through the long sword to Panlong Mountain.

Several times.

The stone walls of Panlong Mountain collapsed.

Lead thunder into the mountains and drive away the evil spirits!

The black Buddha statue in the Changsheng Hall was blown into pieces.

It seemed that this action angered the giant in the sky, and he sent down more than forty thunders before the thunder was finally stopped.

And the once mysterious fairyland is now in ruins.

The fire from the thunder spread across the mountains.

Li Changxiao also took advantage of the fact that the dark clouds had not completely dissipated.

Suddenly rushed into the dark clouds.

This time.

He was using heavenly thunder to cleanse his body, destroying any immortality diseases he might have!

A few minutes later.

A figure, emitting black smoke, fell from the sky and crashed heavily into the woods.

Li Changxiao was seriously injured.

Using heavenly thunder to cleanse one's body is a dangerous act, no matter how high one's cultivation level is. Li Changxiao only dared to do so because he relied on his physique's recovery ability.

At this time.

The clouds faded.

The sky is clear and the earth is bright.

Li Changxiao looked around, recalling some miscellaneous books he had read, trying to find a good Feng Shui location.

He erected a tombstone for the headmaster, Sheng Daren, Zhou Gongshu, Chang Yue and others.

It's not a cenotaph, because the clothes on them are not clean and they may not like them, so they just put up a simple sign with their names and cultivation levels written on it.

After brushing off the dust on his body, Li Changxiao left while drinking.

I can't say I'm sad.

There wasn't much of a relationship.

But the emotion is real.

……

(This is a very important chapter, so I spent quite a lot of time on it, almost a hundred chapters. So far, the plot of the book has not been unfolded yet, or rather, it is on the way to being gradually unfolded.

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