MM Racing Chapter 712
Chapter 712
In the small broken temple, the drunkard and the swordsman became drinking buddies.
Every night, the swordsman would always bring back one or two prey.
The drunkard's wine gourd would always be filled with wine on time.
They drank in the broken temple until dawn.
After getting drunk, the swordsman liked to talk about everything.
For example, the spiritual energy was declining. Now in the world of immortal cultivation, the Nascent Soul was already a giant, and only a few gods were lingering in the cave paradise.
Most cultivators practiced the mortal immortal art and blood martial arts.
Only a few sects insisted on the method of refining qi, and were called ancient cultivators.
The swordsman's biggest wish in this life was to learn from the ancestor of the buried demon, kill all the demons, and become the world's number one swordsman.
Later, the nearby monsters were killed, and the swordsman carried his long sword and set off again.
Before leaving, he gave the drunkard a jade pendant, saying that his name was Zhou Ying, from the Zhou family of Nanying City, and agreed to meet again in the broken temple in the future.
The drunkard saw some shadows of his old friend in the swordsman, so he took the jade pendant.
After the swordsman left, the drunkard became a person again, with no interest in life.
That day, he felt more tired than ever before, so he found a cave to sleep.
When he woke up, the ruined temple was gone.
He went to the Zhou Mansion in Nanying and found only a tomb.
The swordsman Zhou Ying had been dead for a hundred years.
It turned out that he had slept through the life of an ordinary person.
The drunkard was disappointed and started wandering again, with only the black dog accompanying him.
That year, he returned to the secluded Nanshan Mountain, where the ten-mile peach blossoms were in full bloom.
But under the peach blossoms, the beautiful woman with a smile like a flower was no longer seen.
The path in Nanshan Mountain met spring again, and only peach blossoms were seen but no people.
He stood in front of Yu Niang's tomb for a long time, recalling every bit of the past.
Once, among his women, Yu Niang was the most unknown and the least noticeable.
She would always quietly support him and handle the household chores in an orderly manner.
With Yu Niang around, he could always rest assured.
Later, Bai Yu realized that it was the feeling of home.
Unfortunately, he realized it too late, and the woman was no longer there.
This feeling can be recalled, but it was already lost at that time.
A sad suona sounded, and tears fell like rain for one person and one dog.
I am a melancholy traveler in the world, I know why you are crying, and I remember my life in the heartbreaking sound.
Bai Yu and Lao Mo settled down in Nanshan Xiaozhu again.
In the box where Yu Niang sewed clothes, he saw the letter she left for him, asking him not to be sad and to cheer up.
Yu Niang said that meeting Bai Yu had used up her greatest luck in her life, and she no longer expected to be together forever.
Bai Yu looked at the letter and did not cry, but he quit drinking.
Every day in the peach forest, living quietly, as if Yu Niang was still alive.
The inner demon was still causing trouble, but he did not refine it, leaving it to look at Yu Niang's shadow for a few more times.
Sometimes, Bai Yu would also think that Yuan Lei Zushi did not lose at the beginning.
If there was a chance to make Yu Niang immortal, would he also build the Paradise Palace?
Year after year, until thousands of years passed, he did not figure out the answer.
But the inner demon had gradually dissipated, and Yu Niang's shadow would no longer appear in front of him.
Time is really a terrible thing.
Even the inner demon could not survive thousands of years.
Later, another round of ten thousand years of demon calamity broke out.
Perhaps because the Xuanhuang Realm was far away from the Demon Realm, this demon calamity was not too strong, and several demon generals led the demon army to invade this world.
Then, another round of the Nine Swords of Destiny was born, and the nine reincarnation immortals responded to the calamity.
With Bai Yu's secret help, this demon calamity was eliminated invisibly.
After this demonic calamity, the power of Yuhua City grew stronger and stronger, almost becoming the strongest sect in Xuanhuang Realm, claiming to be the protector of Xuanhuang.
As a result, the worship of Bai Zhenjun became more and more fanatical.
After the demonic calamity, Bai Yu took Lao Mo to Taohua Village.
However, the original site of Taohua Village had turned into a vast ocean.
Lao Mo did not believe in evil and went to the bottom of the sea to try to find the old place.
Ten thousand years of vicissitudes of life have wiped out the last trace of Taohua Village and cut off the way Bai Yu came.
He smiled:
"It's okay, it's all over."
"From now on, there is no worry!"
Passing by the human world, getting used to the wind and snow.
From then on, he and Lao Mo became endless passers-by in this world.
...
The demonic calamities in the future will be easier each time.
As time goes by, the spiritual energy slowly recovers, and Xuanhuang Realm begins to prosper again.
In a blink of an eye, 30,000 years had passed.
That day, Bai Yu sailed a small boat to a small town.
There was a tofu shop in the town, and the tofu they made was a specialty.
Bai Yu brought Lao Mo with him, and each of them ordered a few bowls of tofu pudding, one with sugar, one with salt, and another with mustard and coriander.
The boss was a talkative old man, and there were not many customers at the time, so he pulled Bai Yu to talk nonstop.Chatting.
"Don't underestimate my shop, it has a long history."
"It is said that our Song family was also rich in ancient times. Our ancestors relied on a Bodhisattva to protect the family and survived many disasters, and finally expanded in Yunzhou."
"It's a pity that by the time I came to this old man, I was already a branch of a branch. My ancestors only learned the skill of making tofu."
Bai Yu listened quietly, and from time to time he added a sentence, which made the old man more talkative.
At this time, a team of yamen runners rushed through the city and posted notices.
Old Song's face immediately changed:
"Oh no, they are here to collect the anti-demon tax again."
Bai Yu asked curiously:
"Father, what is the anti-demon tax?"
Old Song said:
"Yuhua Xianmen is the protector of Xuanhuang Dao, protecting the human world and fighting against demons. Every year, they collect taxes and force people to perform corvée."
"It used to be collected every ten years, but somehow it was changed to once a year."
"Tax collectors in the city levy taxes everywhere. If they see a family that is not satisfied, they will impose this year's corvée on that family. If they come a few more times, the family will be ruined."
As soon as he finished speaking, a neighbor hurried over:
"Old Song, it's bad, your family has been targeted again."
Old Song's face turned pale:
"My son just performed corvée two years ago, and now we don't know whether he is alive or dead. Now there are only an old man and a little grandson left at home. How can he perform corvée?"
The neighbor whispered in Old Song's ear =Song:
"Old man Song, why don't you understand that Captain Zhang has taken a fancy to your tofu shop."
"If you transfer the tofu shop to him now, he will naturally not force you to do corvée."
"Otherwise, I'm afraid your grandson won't be able to keep it."
Old man Song's face was pale, and he fell on the stool with dull eyes:
"My tofu shop is the property left by my ancestors. It's been almost two hundred years. How...how could it be——"
Beside him, Bai Yu sneered in his heart:
"What a Yuhua Immortal Sect, what a Xuanhuang protector. The demon calamity has passed for many years, but the anti-demon tax is being collected more and more urgently."
"The hard work you put in at the beginning has become a disaster."
He comforted:
"Don't panic, old man Song. Captain Zhang and I are somewhat familiar with each other. Let me talk to him."
Old man Song turned around and found that he was gone.
The next day, outside the Yuhua Immortal Sect, a flying sword came from the sky.
He destroyed the Immortal City, injured Leng Yuntian, the head of Yuhua Sect, and even wiped out the tomb of Bai Zhenjun.
From then on, there was no more protector in Xuanhuang Realm.
Thousands of miles away, Bai Yu looked at him leisurely:
"After 30,000 years in the human world, it's time to ascend to the upper realm."