Chapter 169: The Hate of Losing a Country (Please give me a reward on Monday!)

Swish!
Tianxuan wants to comprehend the secret of longevity and find a way to resolve the conflict between yin and yang in his body.

At first, Tianxuan flipped the pages quickly, making a sound like flowing water; as time went on, Tianxuan flipped the pages slower and slower, as if he was already immersed in it. Often, a page could take him one or two hours, or even longer. The subtle sound echoed in the main hall of Taiqing Temple.

Although Bei Mingzi arranged for someone to deliver meals to Tianxuan, sometimes, Tianxuan did not eat a single bite of food or drink a sip of water for days; sometimes, he could eat the food accumulated for several days in one breath.

Silently, Tianxuan fell into a state between intentional and unintentional.

For those who are interested, thousands of characters of the Secret of Immortality are swirling before their eyes, and each character is glowing with dazzling luster, as if the universe and the earth have intelligence and life, and appear in the world with the characters as the carrier; for those who are not interested, Tianxuan has forgotten everything about himself, and does not know who he is or where he is.

After an unknown amount of time, the thousands of characters that were emitting dazzling light in front of Tianxuan's eyes became blurred.

The characters collided with each other, as if they were hungry, and began to kill and devour. In response, Tianxuan, who was in a state of oblivion, had no reaction, like a green leaf swept up by the stream and drifting with the current.

Boom!

Thousands of characters killed each other and devoured each other for an unknown period of time. In the end, only forty-nine characters were left in front of Tianxuan, which seemed to be in line with the Taoist concept: The number of Dayan is fifty, forty-nine are used, and one is lost! When there were only forty-nine characters left in front of Tianxuan, they trembled together, making a roar that only Tianxuan could hear.

Amid the roar, forty-nine characters that Tianxuan did not recognize at all turned into the small seal script of the Qin Dynasty. No, that was not the small seal script of the Qin Dynasty, but a peculiar font whose meaning could be understood just by looking at its shape.

[Forever and ever.]

The reason why heaven and earth can be long-lasting is because they do not generate themselves, so they can live forever.

Therefore, the sage follows his body and comes first; his body is outside and his body exists.

Isn’t it because he is selfless that he can achieve his own goals?

These 49 characters come from the seventh chapter of the Daodejing. In this life, Tianxuan has joined Taoism and was accepted as a disciple by the current number one Taoist: Bei Mingzi. Naturally, it is impossible that he has not read the Taodejing. During the time when he first became a disciple of Bei Mingzi, Bei Mingzi punished Tianxuan to copy the Taodejing from time to time in order to hone Tianxuan.

The forty-nine words that appeared in front of Tianxuan this time brought Tianxuan an unprecedented experience. In an instant, Tianxuan's mind seemed to be infinitely close to the Tao.

hum!
Tianxuan, whose mind was in a state of ecstasy, was completely unaware that when he comprehended the forty-nine words in the book, incredible changes had occurred in his body. The extremely strong and yang innate qi, along with the cold qi cultivated by Tianxuan with Tianshuang Fist and Paiyun Palm, broke free from the constraints of Dantian and traveled through the twelve normal meridians and the eight extraordinary meridians.

This time, the Yin and Yang energies did not fight like the extremely opposite water and fire. On the contrary, they were restrained by a mysterious force that could accommodate Yin and Yang, achieving the fusion of water and fire.

………………

In a dense forest somewhere in Zhongnan Mountain.

A handsome male disciple of the Renzong trembled as if he had suffered a fatal blow, and the blood on his cheeks faded at a speed that was difficult to see with the naked eye. Instead, endless sorrow appeared on his face.

"Mr. Wushang, are you okay?"

A man in black, looking disheveled, with his clothes covered in dirt and dust, and through the sunlight filtering through the gaps in the leaves, one could see scars of varying sizes on his chest, abdomen, and limbs. It was obvious that he had been through more than one battle. He was leaning against the tree trunk with his last breath.

Seeing the change in the expression of the male disciple of the Ren Sect, he struggled to ask. "Are you okay?" The Ren Sect disciple came back to his senses, his handsome face full of despair and inner pain, "Do you think I am okay?"

Bang!
At the end of his speech, his knees went weak and he fell to the ground, but he was not kneeling to the swordsman who had fled to him and told him the news of the demise of the Wei State, but to his relatives and friends who had died in the city of Daliang and whom he had not even seen for the last time, as well as the ancestors of the Wei State.

"Grandma, mother, sister, ..."

Kneeling on the ground with his knees, the disciple of the Renzong known as 'Young Master Wushang', prostrated himself on the newly grown green grass with his upper body, tightly grasping the green grass on the ground with both hands, and chokingly murmuring about his relatives.

"Master Wu... Master Wushang, I... I can't do it anymore." The black-clothed swordsman heard his choked murmurs and recalled his relatives who died in Daliang City. His tense heartstrings relaxed, and as he spoke incoherently, he lowered his head and took his last breath.

"what!"

The Renzong disciple noticed the death of the black-clothed swordsman, but he did not move. Although, this black-clothed swordsman was the only person he knew in Daliang City! After an unknown amount of time, the Renzong disciple, who was called "Wu Shang Gongzi" by the black-clothed swordsman, finally accepted everything and slowly stood up from the ground.

A roar filled with hatred and murderous intent roared out from the man's mouth, louder than the roar of a tiger, leopard or dragon. It instantly destroyed the tranquility of the forest and startled countless birds.

"Wang Ben, Qin! I, Wei Wushang, will not be a human being if I don't avenge this!"

Wei Wushang? Wei Wushang!
With "Wei" as his surname, he was also called "Prince Wushang". His identity was obvious. He was a prince of Wei who had left Wei before the Qin army destroyed it and became a disciple of the Taoist clan.

Wei Wushang's words were filled with deep hatred that could not be washed away even with all the water in the three rivers and five lakes.

"Qingxuan, are you there?"

After an unknown amount of time, Wei Wushang's ferocious face finally regained its composure. At this moment, a tender voice rang out from outside the woods. Although the speaker was still outside the woods, the words spread to every corner of the forest, showing the speaker's unfathomable inner strength.

After hearing this, Wei Wushang suppressed his endless hatred in his heart and used his Qinggong skills. After a few jumps, he had left the forest and came to the outside world. As for the body? There are many fierce beasts such as tigers, leopards, lions, wolves, etc. on Mount Zhongnan, and they will help to deal with it. If Wei Wushang solves it himself, it will only attract attention.

"Uncle Xiaomeng."

When Wei Wushang, whose Taoist name was 'Qingxuan', came to the outside world, he saw Xiaomeng, the young but very senior uncle of the Ren Sect, and bowed hurriedly.

"No need to be so polite." Xiao Meng waved her hand like a little adult and said to Wei Wushang, "We are so familiar with each other, we can skip these conventional formalities if possible."

"Uncle-master, etiquette cannot be abolished." Wei Wushang said awkwardly.

"Qingxuan," Xiaomeng hooked her finger at Wei Wushang, motioning him to bend down, "Do you know why I like you?"

"do not know!"

"Because you are not so particular about etiquette! If you follow the rules all day long, I will not bother to pay attention to you!"

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