The spring of the 2,800th year of the Heavenly Dao calendar, April.

The center of Jiuzhou Continent, Central Earth Ganzhou, and Zhongding Empire.

The vast horns are low and distant. In the distance, flags covering the sky and the sun are raised. A huge team stepped on the bluestone road, making roars, and the earth is also shaking.

At the front of the team, a white horse in Qingzhou was wearing a full set of golden horse armor. At the same time, a beautiful woman with cloudy hair and high hair, a plain silk skirt, and knee-high horse boots.

Ten feet behind the white horse, the cavalry followed slowly in eight columns. The knights were naked and holding a flagpole with arms thick as apart. The flagpole was four feet high, and a six-foot-long plain sail was fluttering at the top.

Behind the Sufan Flag Formation, there are three thousand silver helmets and silver armor. After the Jingqi, there is an endless heavy infantry team. At first glance, it reaches the sky.

The entire team, led by the beautiful woman, walked forward for another half an hour. A T-junction appeared in front of me. On the south side was a more spacious bluestone avenue, reaching the foot of the mountain hidden in the fog in the distance.

In the middle of the T-junction, a black donkey was crossing the road. An old man in a green shirt had white hair and beards, his eyes seemed to be closed, and his body was swaying left and right on the donkey, as if he would fall off the donkey at any time.

The beautiful woman's legs were slightly pressing. The Qingzhou white horse seemed to be human, with four hooves like nails, and steadily stopped in the middle of the road. The beautiful woman slowly raised her right arm, revealing a trace of pink and white wrist. The team behind her stopped in unison.

The beauty showed a smile on her face, and she hit her horse forward, stopped ten steps away from the black donkey, gently opened her red lips, and smiled, "Brother Zhi, I'm late."

A gap appeared in the white-haired old man's eyes, and he nodded slightly: "Fairy Lu has a big show, so he naturally has to take a step back."

The beauty giggled and said, "Brother Zhi is happy to find the younger sister again. It's not that the younger sister's grand occasion. Isn't this a way to see off the old god Ha? The world's first master escapes from a distance and always sends it to you."

The old man nodded slightly: "The time is almost the same, let's go up." After saying that, the green body flew into the air, and slowly flew towards the straight avenue.

The two flew side by side, and in just a quarter of an hour, they arrived at the foot of the mountain and landed at the same time. They looked up at Fengming Mountain and sighed, as if they wanted to exhale all the turbid air in their lungs, and did not dare to let the fairy mountain get a trace of turbidity.

The old man's eyes were half open and he whispered: "The mountain is not high, but there are immortals, and the phoenix sings in the nine states, and the dragon is hidden in the sky."

The beauty put away her smile and showed her respect from the bottom of her heart. The two of them remained silent and followed the mountain road paved with bluestone step by step, as if it was slow and fast, and measured their steps towards the top of the mountain.

Fengming Mountain in Ganzhou, Central Earth, is famous in Jiuzhou Continent. Everyone knows it. This Fengming Mountain is three thousand feet high and its main peak is hidden among the clouds and mist. Speaking of which, this Fengming Mountain is not the highest peak in Jiuzhou Continent, and can only be regarded as an inexplicable mountain. Apart from the picturesque scenery and the four seasons are like spring, there are really no attractive places. With such a scenery, let alone the entire Jiuzhou, there are countless mountains in Central Earth.

Fengming Mountain was originally just a wild mountain in Ganzhou, Central Earth. It was named after Mr. Fengming lived here for a long time. During the 2,700th anniversary of the Heavenly Dao period, the Zhongding Empire issued an edict to build a large-scale construction project in Fengming Mountain to establish a world-famous Heavenly Dao Palace for Mr. Fengming.

From then on, Fengming Mountain Heavenly Dao Palace became the holy land of the Dao Master in Jiuzhou, which made the Dao Masters and martial artists all over the world yearn for.

The last ray of sunset shines on the garden behind the Lingming Hall of the Heavenly Dao Palace. There are a pot of four cups on the stone table, and in one of them, a light smoke rises, and the fragrance spreads for ten miles.

On the stone bench was a middle-aged man in white clothes, with long black hair draped behind his head. His hands, exposed outside his sleeves, were as thin as chicken feet, and his skin was covered with brown and black spots.

Zhi Jiutian and Lu Yunxian walked into the back garden gently, and their feet were like stomping on clouds and mist without any sound, as if they were afraid of being shocked by the man in white in front of them.

This middle-aged man in white is the greatest master of heaven in the Jiuzhou Continent, Mr. Fengming, and Mr. Ha Mingfei.

Ha Mingfei was born in the 2,600th year of the Heavenly Dao calendar. He was a family of a lower-class gentry in Ganzhou, Middle Earth. When he was born, he had the innate Dao eyes and could see through all things in the world.

Before he was thirty, he wandered around the major academies of the Zhongding Empire and read ten thousand books. He did not learn the literature and the martial arts, nor did he practiced martial arts to strengthen his body. He was called a nerd and unconscious.

After the age of thirty, he even picked up the Three Saint Mountain Taoist Temple in the Empire, and no one could stop him. After the age of 50, he was famous throughout the empire. After the age of 100, everyone knew about the Jiuzhou Continent.

As the saying goes, if it doesn’t sound, it’s gone; if it sounds, it moves above the nine heavens.

"Oh, just sit down when you come." Ha Mingfei's voice was low and his voice was insufficient.

"Sir..." Lu Yunxian quickly stepped forward a few steps, poured out the gradually cold tea in the cup, and added new tea into the cup.

Ha Mingfei's old face showed a faint smile: "Sit up, if you see, the two great yang gods of the Empire actually started to serve tea and water, which is extremely inappropriate."

"I dare not take it. In front of the gentleman, how could the Yang Shen say it?" Zhi Jiutian and Lu Yunxian dared not.

In fact, Ha Mingfei said it right. These two people in front of him are not ordinary people. There are many warriors in the Jiuzhou Continent, and no one does not want to achieve peerless martial arts.

The sixth level of martial arts, from the lowest level of human to the highest level of day, the difference between heaven and earth. This difference is not only reflected in the unparalleled combat power, but the life span alone cannot be compared.

The human level is only a hundred years old, and the earth level can increase life by fifty years, and the heaven level has been promoted to two hundred years, which is too much beyond the mortals. In comparison, the life span of the star level of 500 years is not something ordinary people can imagine? Not to mention the moon level and the top day level.

Ha Mingfei has loved the art of heaven since he was a child and was not very interested in martial arts. Until a hundred years later, he achieved the art of heavenly Tao. In addition, he had the help of countless high-level warriors who were seeking help from him, he barely promoted his martial arts to the lowest level of the heavenly level. Now that two hundred years of light have passed, the life of the master of Heavenly Tao, who roared in the nine heavens, will come to an end.

Take the two people in front of you as for example. Lu Yunxian, who was as beautiful as a peach and plum, was already a strong man in the moon level and a master of the Zhongding Guardian when Ha Mingfei was born. Besides, this Zhi Jiutian had already entered the top level of the moon level three hundred years ago. Hundreds of years have passed. Apart from the improvement in cultivation, his appearance has almost never changed.

The moon level and the sun level are levels that ordinary people cannot touch. No one knows how many years can a peerless strong man who has reached this level live.

Ha Mingfei tried hard to open his faint eyes and glanced across the garden one by one. The sky was already dim, the land was still endless, and the green pines and cypresses were full of vitality. Unfortunately, he had reached the end of his life.

Looking back on my life, I was sing in Jiuzhou, and the art of heaven was unattainable. Even if I was as strong as the Yang God, I had to lower my noble head in front of me.

It's worth it!

not worth?

No one can tell whether he would give himself another chance, Ha Mingfei would not know how he would choose, pursue the peerless martial arts of endless life, or still pursue the path of pursuing the way of heaven?

Ming Fei Ming Fei, this name is what my father expects from him, hoping that he can distinguish right from wrong. What is right? What is wrong? Martial arts? Heavenly law?

"Sir, what else is there to be done? I am willing to share your worries." Zhi Jiutian and Lu Yunxian looked at each other and said in unison.

Ha Mingfei was awakened from the haze, looked up at the two of them, smiled and took out two thick blue scrolls from under the stone table: "What should be done has been done. This is Ha's life experience. Please accept it and leave it to you."

"This...isn't it..." Zhi Jiutian looked embarrassed, but a light flashed out of his eyes, like lightning.

"Don't sir have three successors, why should I hand it over to us? Although the little woman admires the art of heaven, she practices unique martial arts. It's a pity to hand it over to us." Lu Yunxian said it was inappropriate, but refused to take a step back.

Ha Mingfei laughed and said, "Since ancient times, the treasures have been left for destiny and virtue. The two are the gods of Zhongding protecting the country, and Ha is also a citizen of Zhongding Empire. I hope this experience in heaven can be passed down to future generations and I will be safe for thousands of years."

"Thank you so much, Master." Zhi Jiutian and Lu Yunxian were not polite, so they stepped forward and collected the ancient scrolls.

Ha Mingfei's last sentence is not a boast. The Zhongding Empire is indeed strong, but the Central Turkish Qianzhou is located in the center of Jiuzhou and needs to deal with the wars that may come at any time in the other eight states. Before Ha Mingfei was in the world, the Zhongding Empire had constant wars and almost never had a moment of peace.

Since Ha Mingfei settled in Fengming Mountain a hundred years ago, Zhongding built a large-scale construction and built the Heavenly Dao Palace, the eight states have worshipped. Over the past hundred years, Zhongding has no war and the country is prosperous and the people are safe. Whether in the eyes of martial arts or civilians, Mr. Fengming's prestige is unparalleled, and even emperors and Yangshen cannot be compared with it.

Everyone says that if the Zhongding Empire has Mr. Fengming, the Zhongding Empire will have one day of peace and well-being. The extreme north, the Houtu Zongzhou, the ambitious extreme south, the Heishui Bingzhou, the southeast, the Yuanming Yuzhou, never regarded Zhongtu Qianzhou as the world's number one state, and did not think that Zhongding Empire was so great. Even if it had two Yang Gods, it would not stop them from wanting to eat Zhongtu Qianzhou.

It is precisely because the Zhongding Empire has produced this greatest master of heaven in three thousand years that the Zhongding Empire has produced many peerless warriors, with strong military strength and no one dares to use war.

"Everything that should be coming has come." Ha Mingfei closed his eyes and said calmly.

"Those who should leave should leave." The sound is like a misty, and the soul returns to his soul.

The two imperial gods, Zhi Jiutian and Lu Yunxian, stood quietly for an hour, sighed lightly, and walked out of the back garden side by side. The rest of the errands were handled by the Empire's Ministry of Rites. A generation of masters passed away, and they could not be concealed. Even if they could be concealed for a while, how could they be concealed for a lifetime?

Three days later, a grand funeral was held in Fengming Mountain, with the emperor Zhongding personally presided over it, and the nine provinces were full of pure colors all over the world.
Chapter completed!