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

Chapter 168: The Prosperity of the Years, the End of the Years

Chapter 168: A Century of Prosperity, the End of Time

Tianxiahui, this is the era of the third generation of Tianxiahui leaders.

Since the founding of the Tianxiahui, the Chan Alliance has been in power for eighty years.

Jiankang City, Tongtian Tower, the headquarters of Tianxiahui.

On the top floor of Wuchang Pavilion, a man in white clothes, with three long wisps of beard and elegant temperament, was lying with his back against a golden chair, without any image. He held a wine pot in his right hand and drank it all in one gulp, with the wine spilling onto his chest.

boom!
The wine jug was put back on the table, and the wine and chopsticks fell to the ground.

hum!
The magic sword was unsheathed, the sword sounded buzzing, and the dazzling pure white sword energy flashed. The room was filled with cold air, carrying a cold light that made people's eyebrows sting.

Holding the body in the white blade, killing people in the world of mortals.

"I put down my cup and chopsticks, unable to eat, I drew my sword and looked around, feeling lost..."

When the subordinates saw their leader was drunk, they sighed helplessly.

This leader is good. It is easy to work under him. He is more free and easy than the previous leader Wang. He doesn't like to make trouble. He just likes to drink and loses consciousness once he is drunk.

When I wake up, I just practice swordplay and write poetry. Nowadays, the economy in the world is doing well, and there are quite a lot of poets.

After practicing sword dance, Li Bai did not fall asleep, which was unusual. Instead, his eyes were sharp and he looked unexpectedly serious.

I have never seen him so serious.

"Where is the Venerable Zetian?"

"Reporting to the headmaster, Venerable Zetian is still cultivating in Purple Gold Mountain."

"Please ask Venerable Zetian to move here and tell me that I have something important to report."

Venerable is the title given in the martial arts world to those who have served as the leader for more than three terms and are also great innate masters.

In today's martial arts world, only Wu Mingkong and Wang Bo are venerable.

Wang Bo passed away ten years ago, so in the world today, there is only one venerable Wu Mingkong, whose title is Zetian.

Li Bai walked to the window and looked at the crowd.

The Kaiyuan Period was also a prosperous period for the Tianxiahui.

After Li Bai's father died, he moved to Shu with his family. By chance, he joined the Tianxiahui, broke through the great innateness, and inherited the position of the head of the Tianxiahui, which has lasted for more than ten years.

The power of the Tianxiahui spread throughout the Jiangzuo region, with hundreds of thousands of followers and mountains of gold and silver.

At the dock, thousands of ships pass by and hundreds of boats compete for the current, gathering wealth from all over the country.

Dong dong dong….

There were footsteps behind me.

Li Bai thought that his master was coming, but when he turned around, he saw that it was his old friend Meng Haoran.

"Why don't you drink today? Are you worried about something?" Meng Haoran said with a smile.

"That's right, Brother Haoran, what do you think of Jinling?"

"It is an extremely luxurious and prosperous era that has not been seen in 500 years."

Li Bai disagreed with this statement and instead poured cold water on it, saying:
"Everything in the world will decline after reaching its peak, and human happiness will turn into sorrow after reaching its peak. Brother Haoran, I plan to disband the Tianxia Association and withdraw from the next three Wulin Alliance Leader Conferences."

"What? Did His Holiness agree?"

Meng Haoran knew that this old friend was usually not serious, but he didn't expect him to be so serious. He actually gave up his foundation of nearly a hundred years like this?

"Of course, disbanding does not mean everyone goes back to their own homes, but rather encourages them to branch out and break up into smaller groups. As for the Venerable, I plan to discuss this with her."

Li Bai had a casual temperament, and he became the leader of the martial arts world only to repay the kindness of Taoist Master Tongtian for teaching him.

Faced with such a prosperous scene, instead of feeling proud, I felt an extremely strong sense of crisis.

"It is too prosperous, so prosperous that it makes people tremble with fear. It occupies all the beautiful scenery in the world. Everything will decline after it reaches its peak. Everything will turn into the opposite after it reaches its peak."

Ninety percent of the world's economy is controlled by the Tianxiahui. Having held power for so many years, with the power of the Tianxiahui, it is entirely possible for it to seize control of the Jiangzuo region and split the land to become the king.

"The emperor of this generation has long forgotten the situation when the martial arts world was in chaos and the Tianxiahui and the royal family supported each other. In a peaceful era, we will also change from comrades to enemies."

Li Bai has something that is not convenient to say. The current harmony between Tianxiahui and the imperial court depends entirely on the Venerable. If the Venerable dies, I am afraid that the imperial court will be the first to take action against them.

For the sake of the people, Li Bai chose to "give up".

Only at this moment did Meng Haoran understand his old friend's good intentions.

……

As he was speaking, his men came forward to report.

"The Venerable said that he has a distinguished guest visiting and it is inconvenient for him to come."

"Dignified guest?"

Li Bai was a little surprised, he was already at this age.

Are there people who are called distinguished guests?

Could it be the current emperor Li Longqing?

"We'll go there too."

Purple Mountain, inside the Pear Garden.

With the erhu, yueqin, gongs, drums and stringed instruments, a grand drama begins in the park.

Handsome men and beautiful women dressed up and appeared on stage to the rhythm.

Below the stands, there was only an old lady and a middle-aged man, who looked like a grandparents and grandchildren.

After decades of development, opera has reached its peak.

Wu Mingkong and Liang Yue were speechless, watching the people on the stage perform opera quietly.

Everyone on the stage sang together.

"Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai, their friendship is as deep as the sea. They were classmates and had no suspicion of each other. They loved each other because they shared the same ideals. Time passed by like flowing water, and three long years have passed in a hurry."

Today, Liang Yue can look at his own opera with a normal heart, and he does not feel embarrassed at all. He thinks:
"Three years? That's three hundred years..."

Time flies, and what happened in the past seems like yesterday.

Wu Mingkong already knew Liang Yue's identity, and watching the tragic love performance on stage, he couldn't help but ask:

"Master, is Master's wife still awake?" Wu Mingkong wanted to meet this extraordinary woman.

Liang Yue said: "He has fallen asleep."

"When will you wake up?"

"future."

Liang Yue had a far-sighted vision. Yingtai's death was the annihilation of her soul. If they were reunited on the day of reunion, it would be the day when everything would be perfect.

The two watched the play, and Wu Mingkong talked about the changes in the situation after Liang Yue left.

"Li Chengqian died twenty-seven years ago. He was in the Xiantian realm and his bloodline was awakened. He is over eighty years old, which is not bad. The new person who came to power is Li Longqing. He is a pioneering monarch."

Wu Mingkong's two disciples, Wang Bo and Shangguan Wan'er, died.

Only Wu Mingkong was left in the world.

Wu Mingkong kept talking about the past.

Liang Yue listened to his apprentice quietly with a smile on his face.

Even though I am old now, in my own eyes, I am still the little kid I was back then.

Time seems to pass quickly.

Wu Mingkong was already 116 years old, and inevitably his spirit was not good. He gradually became tired and stopped talking.

The play has come to an end.

There were footsteps behind me.

Li Bai and his party came here.

"Master."

Li Bai just felt that the man looked a little familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere.

"Please sit down." Wu Mingkong motioned for them to sit next to him, and then introduced Liang Yue, "This is Li Bai and Meng Haoran."

Liang Yue nodded to show that he understood.

"Yes, disciple has something to report."

Li Bai spoke straight to the point and repeated what he had just thought.

Wu Mingkong said: "You are the head, it's up to you to decide. What do you think, Master?"

"exactly."

"Master..."

Everyone was shocked. Li Bai looked at it for a long time and finally remembered it.

"Are you Senior Tongtian? Do you still remember Li Changgeng from Suiye City?"

"Of course. How have you been lately?"

"Thanks to the senior, everything is fine."

Li Bai's face turned slightly red with excitement. No wonder he felt that this person looked familiar.

It turned out to be an old friend.

The Taibai sword technique back then saved me from taking countless detours.

However, he also realized that Taoist Tongtian must be over 130 years old, right?
"Shouldn't our great master be a great innate?" Li Bai asked tentatively.

“It’s not the Great Innate Realm, but the True Martial Realm above the Great Innate Realm.”

Next, several people listened to Liang Yue talking about what had happened over the years.

The huge Muslim religion, the chaotic Europe, the various races and wonders.

Travel to various overseas countries one by one.

Everyone seemed to be listening to a strange novel.

"It's truly a martial arts legend."

Li Bai sighed sincerely, this is the real martial arts legend, the title of Venerable is not enough to describe this person.

I was inspired to write poetry, but I was afraid that it was not the right occasion.

Liang Yue saw the man's concerns and said with a smile, "Want to write a poem? Bring me the pen, ink, paper and inkstone."

Soon, the servants brought writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone.

"I'm sorry for making a fool of myself."

Li Bai wrote a poem.

"Dongting Lake is white with waves and the leaves are sparse, and the swallows and wild geese are beginning to fly into Wuyun..."

"I wish I had the sword to cross the sea and kill the whale."

Liang Yue looked at Meng Haoran and said, "Haoran, what about you?"

"Me?" Meng Haoran was flattered, and then said, "I am also a humble person. The article is not worth mentioning, but it is my sincere gift."

[The golden stove is just starting to light up, and the fairy peach is just beginning to bloom. If I could keep my youthful look, why would I be afraid of being drunk?]

“If I could keep my youthful look, why would I be so reluctant to get drunk…why would I be so reluctant to get drunk…”

As Wu Mingkong recited these words, tears unknowingly welled up in his eyes.

The hero is in his twilight years, and his final words are about to be passed.

Wu Wudi can conquer the whole world, but he cannot defeat the invisible time.

Can fame and success be compared to a moment of time?

As it was getting dark, Liang Yue sent everyone away.

"Mingkong, let me teach you the method of turtle breathing."

Under the night sky, Wu Mingkong silently practiced his skills, looking at his master reluctantly, and said:

"Master, take care. I will be waiting for you in the future."

"After so many years, I hope Master will be free and easy, and enjoy the happiness of immortality forever."

"Ah."

Wu Mingkong died, and the last person was frozen.