Chapter six hundred and sixty-six guests from afar
The setting sun in winter shines on Dali Capital, a city with hundreds of miles of history, and many places reveal a rich and ancient atmosphere.
The scorching sun is eternal, and it has witnessed too much history and stories.
In the small courtyard where Deng Changchun was, he was lying quietly under a green pine tree, basking in the sun, with a soft thin blanket covering his chest and abdomen.
At this time, Master Deng was no longer the same as when he saw Yun Jing not long ago. His hair was gray, his body was shriveled, his face was covered with wrinkles and age spots, and his whole person looked lifeless.
Affected by the lifeless aura on his body, the entire small courtyard, which was originally clean, elegant and full of vitality, gave people an old feeling.
At first, he raped the bugs in the heads of the captured people alive, so he made a desperate effort to communicate with the alien existence behind the bugs in a unique way, and learned the information that the human race was burdened with a curse. But after that, he himself also paid an unspeakable sacrifice.
The price mentioned!
As time goes by, the price he paid in the beginning is reflected back on himself in an increasingly rapid way, and vitality is passing rapidly, from the body to the spiritual will.
This is a respectable old man.
When he was young, he was high-spirited and unparalleled. He thought highly of himself, showed off, and pretended to be cool...
But as he grew older, his character gradually stabilized, and he lost the jumpiness of young people and became steady.
After he has experienced all the things that a person normally experiences, such as love, hate, birth, old age, illness and death, what he pursues is something different.
So he concentrated on honing his knowledge. After decades of dedicated study, he wrote many significant works, including military art, medical books, farming, and civil affairs. He even participated in the revision of Dali laws many times.
It can be said that what he has experienced is dozens of times or hundreds of times that of ordinary people. If he could tell all of it, it would be enough to write a huge book.
What truly made his ultimate leap was not how glorious he was, nor how superb his martial arts was, nor what he left behind so many works that could be passed down to the world.
What really allowed him to step into the mythical realm and be recognized by countless people as Master Dali was his dedication to medicine.
At that time, he was already over a hundred years old. He knew that his time was running out, so he wanted to do something or leave something behind. When a terrible plague came, he plunged into the study of medicine.
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In order to deal with that terrible plague, he read through medical books and traveled to many countries to find a feasible method. In three years, the plague that affected tens of millions of people ended in his hands.
After he put an end to the plague, he was blessed with spiritual and spiritual blessings, and finally stepped into the realm of myth. Because of the plague incident, his contribution could not be erased by anyone, so the entire Dali respected him as Master.
Some of the medical classics he wrote are still required for imperial examinations today.
When he stepped into the realm of mythology and became the Confucius of Da Li, his life did not become easier. He was not the kind of aloof life that people imagined, living a life of wind and rain. Instead, he became even busier.
People who are not at that level will never know what kind of responsibilities they bear. It is not imposed on them by anyone, but standing at that height. If they do not bear those responsibilities, they will not be worthy of the support of the country and the respect of countless people.
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This is often the case. When you get something, you must pay something. Of course, that is for normal people. If you are indifferent, others can't do anything to you.
After entering the realm of myth and becoming a master, Deng Changchun had to face pressure from other countries. His existence was the foundation of the country. How many people behind him were hoping to live a peaceful life?
So he guards the border all year round. Although it is impossible for him to use force frequently at his level, he cannot relax...
He lived almost like this for the next hundreds of years, occasionally teaching his younger generations, but his main focus was on preventing invasion from other countries. He did not stop on weekdays, but the path he took was almost complete.
It's the end, and it's hard to get help and inspiration anymore.
Hundreds of years have passed, and now he is still running around and busy in his old age. He should have had almost a hundred years, but he has spent the rest of his life on the truth of the current severe drought in the world.
People like them can be said to have dedicated their whole lives. Maybe ordinary people don't feel anything, but their dedication is reflected in all aspects, silently protecting them behind them.
It is not unreasonable for such a person to be respected as a master.
The realm of myths is not Master, but the meaning of the word "Master" far exceeds the realm of myths, and its weight is not the same.
There is no eternal existence in the world, and there can be no immortal people. Even in the mythical realm, life will expire.
And Deng Changchun is now rapidly approaching the end of his life.
But he still has too much to let go. How will the global drought end? Has the water-generating device created by Xiaojing begun to be promoted? After closing his eyes, Dali loses himself. What if another country invades?
Sometimes the meaning of life is not how wonderful you live, but what you leave behind in the end.
Isn't this kind of person worthy of respect who has been carrying the weight of all sentient beings for hundreds of years, and who is still worried even when he is approaching the end of his life?
Deng Changchun has been confused about many things for a long time, including life and death, but there are still many things that he is worried about, but life will not stop passing because of his worries. Many things in the world are so helpless.
As a person who specializes in medicine, Deng Changchun knows his own condition better than anyone else, and he is currently spending his last days peacefully.
He lay quietly under the pine tree and basked in the warm winter sun, calm and serene. Even if he had earth-shattering power in the mythical realm, he would not put pressure on anyone. People like them had long been restrained like the warm sun at this time.
At this time, standing next to Deng Changchun was an old man who looked to be in his sixties or seventies. If there were outsiders, they would recognize this man as a big shot who would cause earthquakes in the whole of Dali.
He is a descendant of Deng Changchun, separated by seven or eight generations. He is also one of the current elders of Dali, and he is the contemporary head of the Deng family of the Dali family.
Such an influential figure was respectful and even a little cautious in front of the dying Deng Changchun.
Deng Changchun knew very well the purpose of his back here. He had been through this period of time many times in this world, and he was too lazy to pay attention to it. Deng Changchun, who had long been indifferent to everything, did not even have any mood swings.
"Ancestor, is there really nothing we can do?" Deng Xihong couldn't help but look at Deng Changchun and said anxiously.
As the contemporary head of the Deng family and one of the elders of Dali, Deng Xihong could not imagine what would happen if the ancestor in front of him was gone. He hoped that Deng Changchun could live longer. If he could
Just keep living.
Although even if Deng Changchun is gone, the court will not do anything to the Deng family for the time being based on his dedication to the people of this country for hundreds of years, but the days in the future will definitely not be as easy as now.
As the head of the family, Deng Xihong was living in the mortal world. He had to think about the future. There were too many people standing behind him who relied on him. For him, Deng Changchun's existence was not his alone. It had too much to do with it.
Of course, the significance of Deng Changchun's own existence is no longer a problem for future generations.
Deng Changchun didn't even raise his eyelids when he heard this, and said in a gentle voice: "You already understand the situation, let's go, don't bother me anymore, you are such a big man, you don't need me to teach you many things, right? You have made plans in advance,
Let go when it’s time to let go, and be low-key when it’s time to keep a low profile, so that peace can be maintained.”
Deng Changchun had already issued an order to expel guests. Even though he was his direct descendant, Deng Xihong did not dare to go against his wishes, so he kowtowed respectfully and turned around carefully with a twitching face and left.
Deng Changchun opened his eyes slightly and looked at the back of this junior. Deng Changchun's face also twitched. People are afraid of greed. When he was alive, it was natural to protect the glory of his junior. After all, he had paid so much, but when he was gone,
It would be foolish for future generations to still cling to certain things.
But if he knows how to let go, with his influence, it may not be a problem for future generations to continue for thousands of years. It is the future generations' business to choose, and Deng Changchun no longer thinks so much.
Of course, after all, they are the descendants who will continue their lives, so Deng Changchun naturally wants to leave something to them, but after he is gone, leaving anything behind will not be the capital of their arrogance.
At this moment, Deng Changchun said to himself that it was a good thing that he didn't tell his descendants about the Human Yuan Fruit sent by Yunjing, otherwise he might have caused more troubles.
The Renyuan Fruit has been given to Master Huang. He needs it more than Deng Changchun did at the beginning. If the younger generation knew about this, how could he not make trouble if he is like this now?
The Human Yuan Fruit increases longevity, but it will not have any effect on Deng Changchun's current condition, so it is better to put this matter in the coffin.
Closing his eyes again, Deng Changchun continued to enjoy the warm sunshine in winter.
But after a while, he seemed to feel something. He suddenly opened his eyes, with a bit of a big movement. He sat up straight and looked at the distant sky. His expression changed, sometimes showing an expression of joy, sometimes frowning, sometimes doubtful, sometimes worried...
He just looked at the horizon, not knowing what was going on in his mind.
Deng Xihong, who was about to leave the yard, subconsciously looked back when he heard the movement. He was shocked. It was the first time that he saw his ancestor react so strongly. He didn't even notice that his blanket fell to the ground.
After a pause, Deng Xihong wondered why his ancestor was like this. He wanted to ask, but he didn't dare to ask. He wanted to stay. His ancestor had already let him go. Then he simply stamped his feet and walked over to help Deng Changchun.
Pick up the blanket and put it over his knees.
During this process, Deng Changchun kept looking at the horizon and paid no attention to him.
Deng Xihong did not leave, but waited quietly at the side. The ancestor's reaction was so great, even a few pieces of information after that would be a huge inside story, right?
Deng Changchun didn't seem to notice the juniors around him, but murmured to himself in confusion: "Who is that direction? Is that feeling an illusion? It shouldn't feel wrong, but it shouldn't.
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At this time, Deng Changchun's emotions were extremely complicated.
At the previous moment, he clearly felt the aura of the same level appearing in the distance. It was the result of people who had just reached this level unable to control themselves. Deng Changchun, who had experienced this, knew it all too well.
But what puzzled him was that the aura came and went just as quickly, disappearing in the blink of an eye. He didn't believe that he had such good control just after setting foot on this level. He himself had gone through the world for half a day.
He restrained himself well, so he was known to people as soon as he set foot in this field. He made a special trip to congratulate him without even having the chance to keep a low profile.
But at this time, the aura disappeared in a flash. It was simply unreasonable. Could it be that the success fell short? It would make sense if the success fell short, but it would be a pity.
It's just a pity for the time being. Even if that person falls short, he has also set foot in this field, and it is only a matter of time before he truly establishes himself.
What Deng Changchun really struggled with was who the other party was, whether it was good or bad, enemy or friend. If this issue was not clear, he would feel uneasy.
If he is a person from another country, and he is like this now, and there will be a decline in the future, Lao Huang alone cannot hold it. Even if the other person is a person from Dali, what if he has a vicious mind? If such a person sets foot in this field, what will happen to him?
A terrible disaster!
No matter what, when that aura appears, its influence is quite huge, and it can easily change many patterns that have lasted for decades or hundreds of years...
That aura appeared and disappeared so quickly that Deng Changchun couldn't find the location even if he looked in person. Even if he ran in just a general direction, he would still be looking for a needle in a haystack.
If only that aura had existed for a longer period of time, even if it took just a cup of tea, we could know who it was.
The key to the question is, did the other party succeed, or did it fall short?
Helplessly looking away, Deng Changchun found that Deng Xihong hadn't left yet, so he got angry and said: "What are you still doing? Hurry up and leave."
At this moment, Deng Changchun was annoyed. The younger generation came here with ulterior motives. It was strange that he had a good face.
Deng Xihong did not dare to look directly at him. He shrunk his neck and said, "The unworthy descendants will leave now. Don't dare to disturb our ancestors." After saying that, Deng Xihong stepped back, but he still asked shamelessly: "Ancestor, what just happened?
What happened?"
"Don't pry if it's not your place, get out of here right now," Deng Changchun waved his hand.
Seeing that he lost his temper, Deng Xihong turned around and left, fearing that his ancestor would really get angry.
Seeing him leaving, he was a junior after all. Deng Changchun couldn't help but remind him: "Keep a low profile from now on. I'm afraid things will change. Don't accidentally offend the people you shouldn't offend. Don't blame the ancestors when the time comes."
Didn’t remind you”
Deng Xihong, who had already left the small courtyard, paused in his steps, raised his face and said solemnly: "Thank you, ancestor, for reminding me."
After saying that, he left completely, but in his heart he rejected what the ancestor meant. The ancestor said that he was afraid that he was going to have a bowel movement. It seemed that something terrible had happened, and he had to find out more about it.
Deng Changchun is still struggling, who is it? Success or failure?
Not just him, many people felt like him at this time.
In the blink of an eye, an old man in gray clothes and leaning on a wooden stick appeared in Deng Changchun's yard. He looked seventy or eighty years old, but his face was red and his hair was hairy, and he was in good spirits.
The one who came was Huang Changyang, another master from Dali. He and Deng Changchun had been friends for many years.
Huang Changyang didn't wait for any greetings after arriving, and said directly: "Old Deng, did you feel it just now?"
"I'm not dead, so of course I feel it. What's wrong, you old guy can't sit still anymore?" Deng Changchun nodded.
Not paying attention to the ridicule in his words, Huang Changyang asked worriedly: "What do you think about this?"
"I'm lying here and watching. People are about to die. Why should I worry so much? You're an old guy. You have to take it easy now that I'm gone. Don't accidentally capsize the boat. Young people nowadays are more ruthless than the others."
", Deng Changchun just lay down and said, "gloating at the misfortune".
He wasn't really gloating over his misfortune, he was just reminding the other through the way they communicated.
It seems that an existence of the same level has appeared, and we still don't know who the other party is. Is this not worrying? But now that the matter has come to this, we can only take one step at a time. And with Deng Changchun's current state, what else can he do?
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Huang Changyang said with a complex expression: "It's okay if the other party falls short of success. Next time we can fully establish ourselves, we can still understand who the other party is. I'm afraid that after a long period of accumulation, I will adapt to hiding and make trouble. Oh, it's such a troubled time."
"Come on, as you said, either the other party will take the initiative to stand up after success, or they will make some noise next time after failure to see who it is. It's best not to get into trouble at the moment. Okay, I'm going to rest, you can
Go get busy." Deng Changchun shook his head and said.
When something like this happened, it would affect the whole body. Deng Changchun had no energy to worry about it, but Huang Changyang was very busy.
"Old Deng, you... take care of yourself. I'll come see you again when I have time," Huang Changyang said in a deep voice, then nodded and blinked and disappeared.
When he was alone, Deng Changchun looked at the horizon again, wondering what the situation was like. Hey, I can't let people live in peace even if I'm like this. Young people today are so rude...
Only people at the same level can feel the previous movement, while people below him have no idea what happened.
At the same time, in a small courtyard of the Sanluo Dynasty, Hong Ya suddenly stood up and looked towards the horizon with a gloomy expression.
At their level, it is difficult for anything to cause mood swings, and anything that can cause them to have mood swings will be earth-shattering events.
Looking at the horizon with furrowed brows, Hong Ya said in a deep voice: "Who could it be in the direction of Dali? Has it failed? But it is only a matter of time that you have experienced it. Why Dali again? God is too fond of Dali.
I'm a little too partial, it's really confusing. Do you want someone else to live? No, I have to find someone to find out. The question is who to contact, do you know those two old guys from Dali?"
Thoughts flashed in his mind, and Hong Ya's figure quickly disappeared. People like him travel, especially to other countries, and they definitely don't go just when they want to. After a series of communications, not long after, Deng Changchun's small courtyard in the capital city of Dali welcomed us.
Arrived at Hongya.
However, Hong Ya left not long after, still cursing. It was true that Deng Changchun was so tight-lipped that he didn't even get any valuable information during his special trip.
There was no way, he didn't know Deng Changchun either. Only if he could find out valuable information would he be a ghost.
A very few existences from the Dajiang Dynasty and the Golden Wolf Dynasty also felt the fleeting aura from before. Unlike Dali Sanluo, the existences of the two countries, the Dajiang Golden Wolf, were both gloating and worried.
What I am gloating about is that the newcomers at the same level in Dali have probably fallen short of their success, and it is worth singing. What I am worried about is that they have experience, and it is only a matter of time before they can establish a foothold in this field again, provided that the other party does not fall early.
It's a pity that I don't know who it is, otherwise I wouldn't give the other party another chance to establish a foothold in this field!
Of course, the fewer people at this level who are not from their own country, the better. How many people have fallen to this level in history?
This guy is lucky this time, the breath disappears too quickly, otherwise if you follow the breath, it's okay if you succeed, naturally congratulations, congratulations, congratulations, if you fail, hum...
To the west of the Sanluo Dynasty, in the vast desert, a group of five people were quickly crossing the desert.
The clothes of these five people all reflect their distinguished origins, especially the temperament they carry, which is extremely confident, but neither arrogant nor conceited. The confidence comes from the background and origins behind them.
How can I put it, they look like city people going to the countryside.
It is worth mentioning that on their clothes, an abstract dragon totem is displayed in an inconspicuous corner with a special technique. Anyone who knows the goods can tell at a glance that they come from the Dragon Kingdom, the most powerful country in the world!
Among these five people, three men and two women, four of them are very young, two men and two women respectively. They can be said to be handsome men and beautiful women. Although they look to be in their twenties and thirties respectively, the aura revealed by them is that of martial arts practitioners.
Because they have all set foot in the true mirror, and with that kind of calm confidence, their strength is probably the top in the true mirror!
The last one was an old man in purple robe, which gave people a normal feeling. But judging from the respectful attitude of the four young men and women towards him, it was clear that it was not simple to love the old man.
As they were crossing the desert quickly, the old man in purple robe suddenly stopped and raised his eyebrows to look at the horizon.
When the four young men and women saw this, they were not only shocked but asked: "Mr. Tang, what happened?"
"It's something interesting, don't worry about it, just keep going." The old man in purple robe looked away and shook his head calmly.
The four young men and women looked at each other and continued on their way without thinking much.
However, the purple-robed old man named Tang Lao said: "After crossing the desert and arriving in a remote country, you should not think too highly of yourself just because of your origins. You must know that we are here to help, not to show off to others, and you
Don’t underestimate remote places. The younger generation is probably no worse than you. If you are too wanton, don’t accidentally lose face.”
"Don't worry, Mr. Tang, we know the purpose of this trip and won't cause trouble randomly," several young men and women replied, but they obviously didn't care.
It's just a small place, how can there be such powerful young people? If we don't bully others, they'll just laugh.
"Let's hurry up. We don't know what has become of these small places now. They are still waiting for us to save them," one of the young people urged, as if he couldn't wait to appear in front of others.