Chapter 277: Wulin Mythology See Wulin Mythology (Part )!

Li Canghai was not unaware of the natives of Changchun Valley in the Qin and Han dynasties, let alone the Wei and Jin dynasties. She naturally knew the weight of these titles.

While she spent many years in Changchun Valley, chanting scriptures to eliminate Xiaoyaozi's evil nature, Xiaoyaozi would also teach her martial arts in a calm manner.

In addition, Changchun Valley is a treasure land for spiritual practice and a paradise for seeking the truth, so Li Canghai made rapid progress and his martial arts skills were also extraordinary.

Therefore, she knew more clearly what it meant that Murong Fu was able to use his martial arts to build a stone bridge connecting the two worlds.

With such power, even if it declines because the outside world is experiencing the end of martial arts, it is still enough to dominate the world, unify the universe, look down on the heroes, be invincible, and become the supreme ruler of the world.

What Li Canghai cared about most was Murong Fu's identity as the "leader of the Xiaoyao Sect."

"You are the leader of the Xiaoyao Sect, what about Wuyazi?" Li Canghai asked.

At this time, Tong Lao and others crossed the stone bridge and came to the entrance of Changchun Valley.

Wuyazi said proudly, "He is my last disciple, my apprentice! I saw a talent in him and believed that he could clean up the mess for my Xiaoyao Sect and make it flourish, so I passed on my teachings to him. Now he is the only one who can save my master from going astray."

Li Canghai asked curiously, "Can you teach such a disciple?"

She had a look of disbelief on her face.

Obviously, after living in Changchun Valley for a long time, Li Canghai has become unfamiliar with the ways of the world.

Wuyazi was slightly embarrassed.

Murong Fu smiled and said, "Teacher Wuyazi has been of great help to me. He is the guiding light of my life."

As he said this, Murong Fu thought to himself: But not in martial arts, but as a negative example, Teacher Wuyazi is too successful. Therefore, in terms of emotions, I always take the initiative and don't twist.

Wuyazi looked at Murong Fu with gratitude.

Murong Fu smiled.

Li Canghai said: "I don't care about these, Murong Fu, since your martial arts are so high, then you can meet my father. But don't destroy Changchun Valley. The villagers are very simple and don't understand the twists and turns of the outside world."

Murong Fu said: "You can rest assured about this. Senior Sister Xingyun is from Changchun Valley. This is her home. How could we destroy her home?"

"Then follow me!" Li Canghai said, and began to lead the way.

Everyone entered the entrance of Changchun Valley, which was a large corridor and somewhat narrow.

However, after walking a few steps, they walked out of the corridor and saw the spring breeze, fresh grass, and colorful fallen petals. The view in front of them suddenly became clear, and they saw a huge valley surrounded by mountains on all sides.

This valley stretches as far as the eye can see. Although the autumn wind is already blowing outside, it is still full of spring here.

The fields in the valley are connected to each other, the sounds of chickens and dogs can be heard, cattle are eating grass, men are farming and women are weaving.

The land is rich and abundant, with streams flowing through the fields. The water in the stream emits star-like waves, like a silver ribbon.

All of them were handsome boys and girls, and there was constant laughter and joy.

There are no elderly people and very few children. Everyone has a rosy complexion and looks very healthy, which is completely different from the pale faces of ordinary people outside.

Except for Murong Fu and Tong Lao, everyone else was stunned.

Murong Fu had seen the prosperity of later generations, so in his eyes, Changchun Valley was just a well-off village!
It is just special in that it can keep people young and prolong their life, making it the dream valley of old cadres in later generations.

Tong Lao had lived in Changchun Valley since she was a child, so naturally she had no feelings for this place.

The Changchun Valley is like the ceiling of the small peasant economy, which completely conforms to Tao Yuanming's ultimate imagination of the self-sufficiency of the small peasant economy in "Peach Blossom Spring".

For most people in this world, this place is almost like heaven.

"Could it be that Tao Yuanming had been to Changchun Valley in the past, and that Peach Blossom Spring was written based on Changchun Valley?" Xiao Yuanshan couldn't help but ask. "The place is very different, perhaps it is another paradise!" Murong Fu smiled, "No wonder we are in the end of martial arts, it seems that in ancient times, this world was also very mysterious."

Murong Fu and others came in, and because Murong Fu was the leader, they all behaved well.

The villagers were a little panicked at first, but then they calmed down. Many villagers recognized Tong Lao and started chatting with her.

As they chatted, Tong Lao became sad and said to Murong Fu, "There were originally more than 1,200 people in Changchun Valley. After Master went astray, he killed 500 people. The population has not recovered in these years, and there are only about 600 people left."

Murong Fu thought that Xiaoyaozi was almost as bad as Thanos, and couldn't help but sigh: "What the Grandmaster did was not fair, I can only help him make up for it, but why are the people here not sad when talking about this?"

Tong Lao said: "We, the Changchun clan, have a very long lifespan and are eternally young, so we take life and death very lightly. After these decades, no one cares anymore. As long as Master doesn't come out from near the Changchun Spring, everyone can live as they want."

"Being open-minded has its benefits. At least you can see things in a positive way." Murong Fu said.

Compared with the residents of the outside world, the people of Changchun Valley really do live in paradise.

The four seasons are like spring, resources are abundant, and there are few children, which means the fertility rate is ridiculously low, and people are forever young, without any disease or disaster.

They did not have to be dragged by the tyrannical Qin Dynasty to build the Great Wall, nor did they have to be dragged by the Han Dynasty to fight the Huns. They did not have to experience the Invasion of the Five Barbarians, nor did they suffer in the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms. They were self-sufficient and had food and drink.

When Xiaoyaozi was possessed by the devil, it was probably the only catastrophe that Changchun Valley had ever experienced. Xiaoyaozi was a master after all, and he could barely control himself.

Therefore, it is not surprising that their social consciousness and concepts of life and death are different from those of the outside world.

"I will take the villagers to hide first, and then go to see my father. I think you are going to fight." Li Canghai said.

"We have Dao Xuanzhen, so we don't necessarily have to fight. Maybe by talking, we can cure your father's illness." Murong Fu said.

"My father's illness is a mental illness. The reason for this is that no one in the world can control him, so he can only control it by himself. He himself said that if anyone can beat him to a pulp, he will get much better." Li Canghai said.

"So your father is itching for a beating?" Murong Fu asked.

"That's right." Li Canghai's way of doing things is very different from other people. He speaks directly, without sugarcoating or hiding the truth for the sake of being respected.

She didn't care at all about Murong Fu's disrespectful words.

Murong Fu smiled and said, "It seems that classical mechanics is still better, but I will try my best to be harmonious. In the past, there was an old man named Wu Chen who created a Shen Zhao Jing, which already has the shadow of the unity of Buddhism and Taoism. If I talk to him, maybe we can create sparks and realize the true unity of Buddhism and Taoism, and then his evil heart will disappear."

Li Canghai said nothing, but started to let the villagers hide in the nearby caves.

Then, Li Canghai brought Murong Fu and others to the center of Changchun Valley.

In the center of the Changchun Valley, a well is constantly bubbling water, forming a stream that irrigates the farmland. The water is shining silver, and the words "Changchun Spring" are written on the well in ancient bell and tripod script.

"He's underground!" said Li Canghai.

Murong Fu had already felt it without Li Canghai saying anything.

Very strong energy!

One half is free and easy, while the other half is full of hostility.

Below, a Taoist with white hair and a youthful face opened his eyes with an incredible expression.

Because he felt a powerful energy!
It’s Xiaoyao Yufeng!

"Hahaha, my path is not alone! My path is not alone!" The Taoist said happily, "Is it you? My disciple Wuyazi, I have long known that you can definitely practice Xiaoyao Yufeng and inherit my legacy! Now you have really achieved great power and entered such a mysterious realm! Very good! Very good!"

The sound came from underground and fell clearly into everyone's ears.

Everyone looked at Wuyazi.

Wuyazi looked at the ant on the ground awkwardly, and suddenly he felt that this ant still had its charm!
(End of this chapter)