The True Lord has arrived

Chapter 237 The Martial Marquis Across Hundreds of Years (Bonus Chapter, Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Zhou Yan sank into the space constructed by Chi You's own fighting spirit, constantly fighting. Without his own awareness, his martial arts skills, moves, combat intuition, and instincts were all constantly improving.

Those beings belonging to Chi You, the warlord, are quietly merging into his soul.

With blood, with weapons, with an everlasting war.

To pass on that ancient way of killing once again.

But most importantly, even under such circumstances, facing the tyrannical ruler, he still harbored a defiant spirit and possessed the courage to draw his sword and fight.

While Zhou Yan was forced to immerse himself in the 'training' of the Lord of War, Kai Ming was also restless. He rode the clouds and finally arrived at the village that Ge Lang had mentioned. Ge Lang said, "This is the place. Those monsters are here."

"Immortal, we..."

There's no need to hide it anymore.

"This kid's matter is more important."

Before Ge Lang could say anything, Emperor Kaiming had already ridden the clouds and landed on the earth. His eyes swept around, and the warrior ghosts sent by An Lushan drew their swords and fought. Kaiming flicked his sleeves, and the Geng metal evil energy transformed into tiger claws, easily annihilating all of these warrior ghosts.

These war demons are all formed from the condensed evil energy of battle-hardened elites after their deaths. They are impervious to swords and spears, possess immense strength, and are no match for ordinary Xuan officials.

But Kaiming is still a great god of Kunlun. Even though he is now a fallen tiger, having been drained of his life force for hundreds of years and severely weakened, a lean camel is still bigger than a horse. Dealing with these things is not a big deal for him.

Seeing that the crisis that had worried and frightened him had been resolved so easily, Ge Lang breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly went to untie the ropes from the children. Meanwhile, Kai Ming was holding the young Taoist priest by the collar with one hand, as if he were holding a young tiger.

"Find me a quiet room immediately."

"Yes Yes!"

A quiet room was arranged, and Kaiming placed Zhou Yan directly in the quiet room, leaving Consort Shen in the hall. He then swept his sleeves and had Zhou Yan sit with his palms facing the sky. He sat in front of Zhou Yan, raised his hand and pressed it onto the young Taoist's body.

hum-

The pure Kunlun Qi landed on Zhou Yan, but was countered by a dense crimson aura. The two resisted each other, making a hissing sound. Kaiming sensed that the drop of Chi You's precious blood that Zhou Yan had absorbed was emanating a dense aura within his body.

Zhou Yan's military master technique, "The Heaven-Devouring Technique of War and Myriad Industries," was being rapidly advanced, radiating overwhelming blood energy. Even Kai Ming was somewhat amazed: "...This evil skill is progressing so quickly. It seems that this kid's temperament is more favored by Chi You than Kongming's."

"Is this kid currently fighting Chi You with his sword?"

Kaiming's lips twitched, he frowned in thought, and said with a pained expression, "Fine, fine, consider this a favor I owe you. I'll give you this bit of pure energy to at least calm your mind."

With a single gesture, Kaiming sent a wisp of Kunlun Qi, which drifted and landed on Zhou Yan, stabilizing his aura and making his spirit more stable. At the same time, he stepped out.

Consort Shen was outside when she saw Kaiming come out. She stood up and asked, "This... Immortal Master."

"Master Zhou, how is it now?"

Kaiming said, "Him? He's just like his predecessors, very tough and not in any real danger. But we might be a different story."

Consort Shen's heart jumped.

Kaiming said, "An Lushan has suffered a great loss this time. Once he recovers, he will definitely find out that Zhou Yan and I have turned into his war demons. Then he will bring Ge Lang out. At most, An Lushan's pursuers will arrive within a day."

"We need to leave immediately, and the people in this village also need to leave."

Consort Shen said, "Yes, but I heard that the people here have been guarding the tomb of Zhuge Liang for hundreds of years. They are reluctant to leave their homeland, so it seems difficult to get them to leave as well."

Zhuge Liang...

Kaiming paused slightly, thinking once again of that spirited young man. But that was a long, long time ago. Kaiming said in a calm voice, "...No matter what the circumstances, once a person is gone, nothing else matters."

"You look after him first, I'll go talk to them."

Consort Shen's guess was indeed correct. When the elders heard that Kaiming wanted them to leave and temporarily avoid disaster, they all objected, saying that their ancestors had made an agreement with Grandpa Zhuge to guard this place.

Each of them was incredibly stubborn, which made even the open-minded a little amused.

He turned and left, saying, "Since you want to wait to die, then I won't stop you..." But after taking a few steps, he suddenly stopped and realized something. He knew Zhuge Kongming's temperament all too well.

That kid is as cunning as a fox; everything he does must have a deeper meaning, and he would never act without a purpose.

Since so many people were keeping vigil for him and saying they were guarding his homeland, this so-called homeland must have a special meaning. So Kaiming retreated step by step and said, "Kongming, I mean your Grandfather Zhuge."

"Is there anything I've asked you to do?"

The village elder hesitated, "This..." And so Kaiming knew, there must be one!
"take me."

Before the village elder could say anything more, Ge Lang, having already settled the children, came over and advised, "Brother, if it weren't for this immortal, I'm afraid I would have met with misfortune there, and the children in the village would not have escaped either."

"Besides, there have always been guardians on the back mountain. This is a precious place left by Grandpa Zhuge. Countless people in the village have tried to find it over the past few hundred years, but all have failed. Why not let our benefactor give it a try?"

The old man nodded and said, "Guests have done our village a great favor. Since you wish to see what Grandpa left behind, please follow me."

Ge Lang and the old man led the way. Kaiming walked forward, his expression calm and peaceful, unlike his usual self. But as he walked, he thought of that boy once again...

Human life is truly short.

For the mythical Kunlun deity, it was like a ripple in the long river of time. Just as he was marveling at how beautiful this ripple was, it subsided, and the river continued its unhurried eastward flow.

After suffering serious injuries and hiding away, he spent his days idly in the mountains when the boy found him. Kaiming felt bored, so he played some games with the boy. He never expected that the boy would be so clever.

Soon, Kaiming, who was seriously injured at that time, was no longer a match for him in the game. He lost more than he won in the game. So, Kaiming was not convinced and began to use Qimen Dunjia and Bagua Xuanqi to fight against the boy.

At first, it was just the acquired Qimen, then it came to the original innate Bagua, Feng Hou's Qimen, and then Xuanyuan Qimen, one by one. The young man was only trapped for a short time, and then he began to integrate and understand them.

Kaiming was quite happy at that time because he had a young friend with whom he could chat. They had a small thatched cottage and a courtyard. The middle-aged man in a blue robe would chat and play chess with the young man.

When the young man mastered the art of divination in just three days, Kaiming knew that the young man would inevitably become the most outstanding figure in the world, famous throughout the land. He just didn't expect that day to come so soon.

Gradually, the young man earned the title of "Sleeping Dragon," and then his fame grew ever greater and more renowned. Then one day—

The sun was shining brightly that day, and the wind was gentle.

Three men came to the young man's thatched hut.

"arrive."

Ge Lang's voice broke Kai Ming's reverie. He stood before this secret place, which was a cave. Beside the cave sat an extremely frail old man, his back hunched, his face covered in wrinkles, exuding an old man's aura. Ge Lang placed a steamed bun in the old man's bowl and said:
"This is the mountain guardian of our village, responsible for looking after this place."

"Throughout history, many people have wanted to see Grandpa's treasures, but none of them could get in. If they took one step in, they would be teleported out. Some tried to force their way in, and some even fell into a coma. When they woke up, three or four days had often passed."

"You shouldn't try it rashly; there's still a bit of danger."

Kaiming stared wide-eyed at the cave in front of him, seemingly no longer able to hear what the old man was saying.

'What's this? ’

"Oh, this? This is called 'Qimen Dunjia,' it's very difficult."

The unshaven scholar suddenly burst into laughter, a hearty laugh tinged with dejection and sorrow. He abruptly rolled up his sleeves and stepped forward. Ge Lang hurriedly warned, "Be careful! This place is mysterious and unpredictable. If you're not careful..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

boom! ! !
A shockwave exploded before my eyes, accompanied by extremely clear and dense mechanical sounds. Mysterious patterns rose and changed beneath my feet, one begetting two, two begetting three, four symbols, eight trigrams, sixty-four hexagrams, and finally transforming into four thousand three hundred and twenty formations!

Brilliant and dazzling, even to the extreme.

He is a person who is thoroughly versed in the art of divination and escape!

Ultimately, this art of divination reached its ultimate state, and then, layer by layer, it shattered!
The scene before him suddenly opened up, revealing a thatched hut, a hut from hundreds of years ago, with sunlight and wind from hundreds of years ago. Ge Lang looked on in disbelief as the scholar slowly walked into the great formation.

It's a familiar place.

The life of the Kunlun God is very long, while the life of a mortal is so short that it is difficult to grasp. Therefore, the memories are more vivid. This place is so familiar that it seems as if it were back then, when the scholar in the green robe and that boy played chess together.

squeak-

Just as he reached the door, the wooden door of the thatched cottage slowly opened.

A scroll of bamboo slips was unfurled on the table inside the room.

Kaiming stretched out his hand, and the bamboo slip unfolded perfectly to the end. The characters on it were elegant and powerful, like bamboo and wind, and that line of ink seemed to have traversed hundreds of years, slowly appearing before his eyes.

"Long time no see."

"teacher."

(End of this chapter)