The author of the book "The Book of the Dead"

Chapter 156: The End of the "First Life", Eternal Life in Seclusion

"Liang Wu, Soga, Liang Jing, the three of you will hide the Qilin in the boat and transport it to Yangzhou."

Liang Shitian gave instructions to everyone, then took out a pill and fed it to Qilin.

Qilin fell into a deep sleep.

"As ordered!"

"Remember, don't let Qilin wake up prematurely and hurt the Han people."

Liang Shitian's goal is to unify the martial arts world and influence the world through the unification of the martial arts world.

"Yes!"

Everyone went back.

Liang Shitian was left alone here. He slowly walked into the depths of the cave. The cave was dark and damp, and the sound of his footsteps echoed in the empty room.

Da da da...

A red light appeared in front of us, and the environment became scorching hot.

A pool of water emerged deep in the cave.

The water in the pool is red and boiling like magma.

It is said to be a unicorn, but it is actually a deer.

Liang Shitian had been familiar with the nature of deer since he was a child, and he recognized the true identity of the so-called Qilin at a glance.

"Yutani..."

The culprit for the cultivation of the Qilin is probably this fire pool.

The deer accidentally came to a cave and drank the water from the pond, but it did not die, and thus it achieved an extraordinary physical body.

Liang Shitian jumped into the pool to bathe, using the heat of the pool water to create a supreme fiery mysterious body.

Wow!
In the evening, Liang Shitian flew back home.

The back house and ancestral hall.

The incense is burning vigorously, the gods are feasted, and portraits and tablets of ancestors are enshrined.

Except for Liang Jingming, the second-ranked one, the Liang family has one more rule: each generation of the direct lineage has a single character.

Liang Shitian was an accident because he was a bastard's son. He seized the throne from the true heir and exiled him to Ezo.

He looked at the portrait of his ancestor Liang Yue and said with a smile:

"Taizu, you were not ruthless and decisive enough back then. Why didn't you seize Liu Yu's throne? If it were you, would the Northern Expedition still fail?"

"One hundred years later, Emperor Wu regained his position. We missed too much."

In this life, Liang Shitian restored order.

"Monobe, Kanemura, prepare for battle and prepare to attack the Central Plains martial arts world."

"Hi!"

Although the natives here are barbarians, they are not pure tribes.

During the Qin and Han dynasties, many people settled here and left their civilizations behind. After years of living together with the natives, they had already formed their own customs.

The Liang Dynasty defeated them, but also absorbed many people.

Liang Shitian relied on these forces to control the internal situation. The barbarians were weak and could only rely on themselves, so they had to be loyal.

……

In the month of fireworks in late spring, willows hang down like smoke beside the Slender West Lake; the laughter of pedestrians floats in the sparkling waves, and the singing of Wu dialect comes from the restaurant.

Soon, officers and soldiers surrounded the place and persuaded nearby pedestrians and vendors to leave, freeing up the area.

Soon, groups of martial artists came out, armed with weapons and dressed strangely.

Above the restaurant, a beautiful woman was sitting by the window with a plum blossom pattern on her forehead.

There was a man and a woman sitting beside him.

The woman was wearing men's clothes and a scarf on her head. Her skin was whiter than snow and her face was beautiful.

The man was a head taller than the two men and was wearing a paint mask.

"Wan'er, have you found out clearly?" Wu Mingkong looked at Shangguan Wan'er.

"Well, all the eighteen sects in Jiangnan are here, and their leaders all have innate strength, except for Tian Dao Xu Ping, who is a great innate."

"Well, today we are here to expand the territory of the Tianxiahui, not to stir up trouble. We must win people over with virtue."

Wu Mingkong changed the subject, looked at the man, and said, "Wang Bo, you fight against 18 Xiantians alone. I will deal with Tiandao."

"As ordered!"

Wang Bo was the son of a writer from a former opera troupe. He was extremely intelligent since childhood and was accepted as an apprentice by Wu Mingkong.

The same was true for Shangguan Wan'er beside him.

"It's a pity that your master is not here, otherwise how dare these people act rashly?"

Wu Mingkong thought back to twenty-three years ago.

"Master is known as the Martial Master in the martial arts world. Is Grandmaster stronger than Master?" Shangguan Wan'er asked.

"That's right, Master never uses more than three moves."

Both disciples were somewhat yearning.

Soon, everyone set up the stage.

This battle will determine the fate of the southern martial arts world.

In addition to the people in the underworld, there were also many powerful people who came to watch.

Soon, the competition began.

Wang Bo jumped onto the stage and clasped his fists around him.

"Everyone, let's attack together."

"Arrogant! Too arrogant!"

"This kid must be taught a lesson!!"

Everyone jumped up.

Wang Bo stood with his hands behind his back, with five weapons on his back, like a martial artist in an opera.

Palm——Mysterious Ice Palm.

The temperature suddenly dropped, and frost covered the palms.

Claws--jade-breaking claws.

His right hand was like an iron hook, flashing with cold light.

Sword——Hundred-step Flying Sword.

The sword behind him automatically came out of its sheath, hovering in the air, emitting a buzzing sound.

Wang Bo rushed into the crowd and defeated the eighteen innates one by one.

The unique martial arts of the Tianxiahui are the Ten Perfect Martial Arts. This is a difficult path to learn, and most people can only practice one path. Only those who have truly acquired the Ten Perfect Martial Arts can become the master's disciple.

Wang Bo's methods were fierce, but he did not kill anyone.

In a tavern not far away, three old men were drinking tea and eating cakes, watching what was happening in front of them with great interest.

"The descendants are not bad." Tieguai Li praised

“Talented people emerge in every generation.” Jianzhen and Xuanzang clasped their hands together and smiled.

Influenced by Liang Yue, the two also began to have a mentality of secluded from the world and seeking immortality.

Liang Yue smiled but said nothing. After a long while, he said:

"The mountains and rivers are difficult to cross, who will pity the lost? We are all strangers in a foreign land when we meet by chance. Is there still a Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng in the world?"

There should be some, talented people will definitely produce a masterpiece. As for whether it is the original or not, that is not important.

No matter what, Wang Bo definitely knows how to swim.

"This poem is good. Who wrote it?" asked Tieguai Li.

"You'll know later." As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Mingkong came on the field and fought against a white-haired swordsman.

The sword energy was everywhere, and the arena was like a block of tofu, being cut into pieces.

Wu Mingkong defeated the man quickly with ease.

"Master, I surrender. From now on, the Jiangnan martial arts world will respect the Tianxiahui as the most respected one!!"

Under the leadership of Xu Pingzhi, the Jiangnan martial arts world finally surrendered.

At this point, Tianxia will unify the northern and southern martial arts worlds.

Wu Mingkong motioned for everyone to excuse themselves, then said:
"How about this, the Yangzhou Martial Arts Conference will be set as a regular event, held every six years, to divide the interests of the various factions and determine the leader of the martial arts world. After the conference, everyone must obey the results. Those who violate the rules... will be punished by the whole world."

Wu Mingkong didn't want the Tianxia Club to become a waste of money.

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's inner submission turned into admiration.

"Alliance leader is a man of high moral character. I admire him!"

Xu Pingzhi was convinced.

The martial arts world of this generation is dominated by the Tianxiahui, but it is still unknown who will be the leader in the future.

boom!
Wu Mingkong was about to say something when suddenly, the big ship on the dock exploded and a strange beast with antlers and red eyes rushed out.

"Oh no! Demon!!"

The monster rushed into the soldiers' camp, causing countless casualties.

"Everyone listen to my orders!"

Wu Mingkong walked in the air and led everyone to fight against the Qilin Demon.

Qilin has a strong physique and is invulnerable to swords and spears.

Everyone was unable to handle it for a while.

"What is this?" Tieguai Li stood up suddenly, unable to believe it.

"Just a deer."

Liang Yue has a far-sighted vision. In the era of human immortals, as things are passed down from generation to generation, strange and bizarre things always emerge.

Wu Mingkong gritted his teeth and fought bloody battles.

It seems that all skills have no effect on Qilin.

boom!
Qilin raised its hoof and kicked Wu Mingkong away.

Click...

There was a crackling sound of bones breaking.

Tieguai Li looked at Liang Yue and said, "How about we help?"

“The old men of the old times don’t need to take action. Let the later generations come forward and fulfill the names of the later generations.”

Liang Yue shook his head and refused. This was not a real monster, but just a ferocious beast.

As long as you find the right method, you can easily break it.

Soon, Wu Mingkong discovered that the ferocious beast had no intelligence and could be guided.

In the water!

The unicorn fell into the water.

The Ten Perfect Martial Arts, the Ten Perfections in One.

The five weapons and five martial arts formed a stream of blood.

boom!
The Qilin Demon's body exploded.

Turned into a blood mist all over the sky.

The Qilin blood was slowly absorbed by Wu Mingkong, cleansing her body.

The art of martial arts has reached its peak.

Going further up, the warrior's life essence cannot be broken through, and a hundred and twenty years of lifespan seems to be the upper limit, but the warrior can borrow the power of immortals and gods to reach the so-called realm of true martial arts.

Wu Mingkong stood on the river and achieved the title of Supreme.

With the creation of Liu An and the development of Liang Yue, martial arts flourished and the first generation of martial arts leaders in history appeared for the first time.

“The times ahead will be very interesting.”

In any case, "this life" is over.

"go!"

"Where?"

"Cross East!"

Go east to Japan and live forever in seclusion.

This is Liang Yue’s goal.

The three of them ascended to the Heavenly Palace and headed for Chang'an.

The Duke of Wei’s Mansion.

Li Jing, who was 100 years old at the time, was lying on the hospital bed.

Looking back on his life, he met Lingbao, conquered the Western Regions, destroyed the Turks, defeated Tuyuhun, and attacked Gaochang.

With great military achievements, his life has been fulfilled.

The void glows with light.

Three people appeared.

"Let's go." Liang Yue said with a smile.

"Daoyou Li, please think of a Taoist name."

"My Taoist name is... Heavenly King."

Above the Baiyun Imperial City, Liang Yue overlooks the Central Plains.

The way forward has been found, and the affairs of the world have nothing to do with me.

All that remains is to enjoy this life, and see what else pops up and take it.

"What kind of Gu will be bred in the era of human immortals?" Liang Yue thought.

The times ahead will be extremely interesting.

I sit high behind the scenes, watching generation after generation of heroes coming and going like a swarm of carp crossing the river.

In the first year of Yonghui, Jiejiao crossed the sea to the east, secluded himself from the world and sought immortality.

Wu Mingkong returned to the inn.

"Hmm?" She frowned, noticing someone coming in.

There was a letter on the table. When Wu Mingkong opened the envelope, he was in a trance. There was a letter written in plain words by his master on it.

"Mingkong, your teacher is proud of you."

On the table were the twin swords of thunder and fire.

Twenty-three years later, seeing his old teacher's handwriting again, this leader known as the Supreme Martial Master shed tears.

"The ink is not dry yet, and the master is still nearby."

Wu Mingkong chased out the door.

The night sky is as black as ink and the moonlight is as white as water.

When he reached the river, Wu Mingkong felt lost.

Lonely sails far and wide, and only the Yangtze River flows.

……

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(End of this chapter)