Chapter 102 Going West

Xu Yong died, and the brother who had lived together for more than 70 years died.

Death is the final destination of mankind. Most monks go against the will of heaven, which is the most difficult.

Xu Xuan stood beside, looking at the old man with his eyes closed, unable to speak for a long time, and memories came to his mind.

The so-called immortality, especially the immortality with memories, has experienced too many joys and sorrows, and gradually became hard-hearted.

The Supreme Forgetfulness is not forgetfulness at the beginning, but the experience of many things.

Xu Yong is immortal to a certain extent, and has achieved merit, virtue and words. As long as the human civilization of this world does not perish, Xu Yong will always live in people's hearts.

"Goodbye."

Xu Xuan walked out of the ward and walked through the corridors.

Except for the lack of electrical appliances, the layout and system of the hospital are exactly the same as in the previous life, or this is the result of his work.

This world was greatly influenced by him. Some daily expressions were said by Xu Xuan unintentionally, and then widely used by people, such as "holiday", "resignation", "discipline" and other words.

Some words are basically not used by anyone, and they were also brought out by Xu Xuan first.

Seeing the familiar scene, Xu Xuan seemed to have returned to the past.

When he came to one of the wards, he could see an old lady lying on the bed through the window. The little girl who was quirky back then has now become an old lady.

Xu Ling'er is different from others. Others' constitutions can breed worms, but her constitution is not good. At most, she can use diluted Qi and Blood Powder to recuperate her body.

Xu Xuan glanced at the label on the bedside and suddenly realized that it seemed to be cancer? And it was in the late stage.

If it is cancer, there is basically no treatment in this world, and Xu Xuan can't cure it either. He doesn't have this ability unless he finds special targeted materials; ordinary tonic pills only output nutrients to cancer.

Go back and ask Zhou Feng and others to look for it, but there is little hope. Xu Ling'er will only be a matter of one or two months. At most, she will not be too embarrassed at the end of her life.

Xu Xuan approached step by step, his movements were very light, but he still woke Xu Ling'er up.

"Brother, is that you?" Xu Ling'er was a little unbelievable, and sat up quickly, with a bright look in her eyes, as if she had returned to her youth.

"It's me, you have a good rest." Xu Xuan poured a cup of hot water, mixed half a cup of Jiaolong Blood, True Fire Fruit, and one-third of Qinglong Powder, and shook it slowly.

"Is the third brother gone?"

"Yes, just now."

"That's good, he was too tired." Xu Ling'er was very open-minded, and probably knew her own death date, "It's great that you can come, I'm sorry, I made you worry."

Xu Yong and Xu Ling'er are brothers and sisters, but before they died, they both worried about Xu Xuan, which made Xu Xuan a little at a loss. He opened the window, the moonlight shone in, and the night breeze was a little cold.

"I just had a dream, I dreamed of my father, my father became younger, and next to him was the second brother."

"The second brother? What did this guy say?" Xu Xuan asked curiously.

"He said he would never dare to do it again. Oh, and Uncle Li, Uncle Li is standing behind the second brother with a whip."

"Haha!!" Xu Xuan laughed, "Do you have any other wishes?"

"No wishes, it's just that staying in the hospital is too annoying. I want to go home to see my grandson, go around, and see all over the country."

"I'll find another way, maybe there's a chance to cure you."

"No, people who live to be a hundred years old will die, and if they live to enjoy the blessings, I'm afraid it will hurt future generations."

"Well, drink the potion."

After drinking it, a person's condition will recover quickly. In about two months, all vitality will be cut off. It is both a poison and a tonic.

"Thank you, big brother." Xu Ling'er took the tonic and drank it. When he looked up, Xu Xuan had already disappeared.

"I wish you eternal happiness!" Xu Ling'er raised the water cup and used the medicine instead of wine.

During this trip, Xu Xuan met many old friends.

Some people have disappeared, and some people saw Xu Xuan trembling with fear, like an adult Runtu, and only knew to call him master.

Xu Xuan was bored and finally returned to Mount Zhongnan.

Before leaving, he strolled in the empty streets. The planning here was very large, and there were complex sewer constructions, which were built under his guidance.

Xu Xuan not only influenced this city, but also the entire world. In the future, he will definitely have a strong influence on the earth.

The next day, everything in Zhongjing was normal. The people talked about the martial law last night, and no one guessed that the emperor was dead.

"Long live the emperor!"

Wuya Palace, civil and military officials bowed.

Xu Dezhao succeeded to the throne, and the reign was named Shenhuang. Because at the beginning of his succession, there was a phoenix singing in Mount Zhongnan. He originally planned to call it Shenfeng, but after checking the history books, he found that it was taken by Sun Quan, and it was a short-lived reign. In the end, it was changed to Shenhuang.

In history, there are many reigns of this kind of mythical beast, such as Qinglong, Shenlong, Wufeng, and Tianfeng.

"No need to be polite!"

In the first year of Shenhuang, the senior cabinet ministers collectively resigned, and it became a rule that when the new emperor came to power, the senior ministers who were over the age limit would retire, and it even developed to the point where they would retire when they reached the age limit, omitting the previous power reshuffle and greatly improving administrative efficiency.

Xu Xuan didn't know that his casual words would affect the system for hundreds of years.

But knowing that is all. He has been careful in his words and deeds over the years, fearing that he would say something wrong again and cause terrible effects.

If he casually said that he did not eat fish, these people might take it seriously, and even divide into factions because of eating fish, which might lead to wars hundreds of years later.

In public, Xu Xuan prefers to play an iron-faced role and never expresses his opinions. For a person like him who has all the power in the world, every word he says, even a joke, may be taken seriously, and there may even be so-called experts who write books to interpret it.

The events in Zhongjing have become the throne of an ordinary dynasty. The power game is also a commonplace and nothing new.

Three days later, the court was reorganized and announced the news of the death of the previous emperor.

The news spread quickly to all directions through the train.

For a time, the world was shocked.

Some were sad, some were excited, and some were regretful; some Confucian scholars who were suppressed and silent in the folk found an opportunity to modify the public memory and fabricate many unfounded rumors.

For example, they were extravagant and wasteful in the year of disaster to please foreign countries; or they indulged in wine and meat and robbed the wives and daughters of ministers; or they fabricated a tragic story about a great good man being confiscated by the Chang army to whitewash the Duke of Yansheng, etc.

Of course, Xu Xuan had reminded them in advance that the officers and soldiers did not arrest them immediately, which proved that there was something fishy, ​​but let the people tear them apart, and the officers and soldiers confiscated their homes and exterminated their families with a just judgment.

The last spark of cynicism finally went out, and passed away with the old era.

The new emperor ascended the throne, and with the passing of people's memories, what happened before gradually became history.

Half a month later, everyone in Zhongnan Mountain returned from mourning.

The forbidden area in the back mountain.

Xu Xuan called Li Changsheng and Gengwu.

Under the Wutong Dongtian tree, Li Changsheng's hair was gray, and Gengwu was also entering middle age.

Xu Xuan said to the two: "Changsheng, I am going to retreat. I may not know the time. You may not be able to catch up with the last meeting if you die. If you want to see me, you can ring the bell in the back mountain a few more times."

This sentence made Li Changsheng a little nervous, and he smiled helplessly: "As a cultivator, life and death have long been indifferent. I have set foot in Yinzhou and seen the Nanyang Islands. I have lived enough in this life. It is meaningless to see a few times before I die."

"That's right."

"But..." Li Changsheng changed the subject, with a trace of melancholy in his eyes, "I want to resign. I haven't seen Europe yet. There are also some places in Shenzhou, the scenery of Mobei, the snow peaks of Shennv Mountain... I plan to go and see them."

"Okay, Gengwu will lead the secular affairs in the future."

Three days later, Li Changsheng packed his bag. He planned to visit his family in the north first, and then set off from Yuezhou.

"Are the talismans for avoiding soldiers enough?"

"Yes, yes."

"Take some hemostatic and detoxifying talismans, too. Are twenty of each enough?"

Xu Xuan stuffed a bunch of things into Li Changsheng's package.

"Alright, alright, that's enough, Tianshi, I have to go now."

Li Changsheng put away the talisman, his expression serious, his old eyes full of nostalgia, he looked at Zhongnan Mountain with nostalgia, kowtowed solemnly to Xu Xuan, and then went down the mountain without looking back.

I'm afraid I won't be able to come back this time, and Li Changsheng doesn't want to come back. He used to command the wind and clouds, and as the chief priest of millions of Baidi disciples, he lived too much in this life.

A real man has the wind in his blood, wandering around, wandering in the world, is the final destination.

In the last period of his life, he wants to live a carefree life and live up to the name of Changsheng.

Looking at Li Changsheng's back as he left, Xu Xuan felt the melancholy of being alone.

How can one not feel melancholy when old friends leave one by one?

The spiritual energy was not abundant before, but it is abundant now. The old friends are getting old one by one. Even if they are given spiritual stones for cultivation now, their life span cannot be extended.

As for the others... he doesn't trust them. The spiritual stones can be used up. At that time, he happened to be practicing Taiyin. These people were desperate. Maybe they would really look for him all over the world, dig up his grave, and look for new spiritual stones. At that time, he had no power to resist.

Even if they don't look for him, they may control the imperial power and satisfy their own selfish desires.

Don't underestimate human nature.

Those people are gone, Zhang Duxiao, Li Jianxing, Xie Miao, Li Changsheng, Xu Yong... Either they are old or dead. It is better to keep the cultivation path of this world closed until eternity.

After sighing for a while, Xu Xuan turned his head to look at Gengwu. Gengwu also had tears in his eyes. Seeing Xu Xuan looking at him, he hurriedly saluted.

"From now on, you will be the chief priest, and you must abide by your duties."

"Yes, Master!" Gengwu responded quickly.

Xu Xuan entered Wutong Cave Heaven.

In the cave, he checked the Qin Wang bone mirror and found that there seemed to be something inharmonious in his eyes, similar to inflammation.

The problem should not be big. Xu Xuan is now 80 years old. He can still wait until he is 100 years old to practice the Taiyin Refining Method and restore the peak of the human body.

Take advantage of now to save more resources in the mirror world.

In the mirror world, once they practice Taiyin Refining, the two brothers will die, unless they are lucky enough to break through to the Nascent Soul stage, so they must prepare in advance.

A few months later.

Yuezhou, Europa's cargo ship, Li Changsheng visited many old friends and set off on his journey.

As the ship left the shore, Li Changsheng murmured to himself: "Goodbye, Shenzhou."