Chapter 135 Worry Is The Hardest Thing In The World

Chen Xuanji's farewell ceremony was very grand.

Almost all the elders and deacons of the three peaks had arrived at the mountain gates. As for the disciples of the various peaks, there was no need to say anything. They had almost packed the entire Linglong Pavilion's mountain gates.

However, there was no sign of Fang Ziyu.

Chen Xuanji said goodbye to everyone one by one, perhaps because he wanted to wait for that person. This farewell ceremony was very slow.

It took him half an hour to complete the ceremony.

Fang Ziyu still hadn't appeared.

Chen Xuanji looked at Xu Han in the crowd. The other party nodded at him and shook his head.

After that, he let out a long sigh and cupped his hands to look around the crowd once more. "Goodbye, everyone. Goodbye."

"Goodbye." At that moment, everyone present cupped their hands and said.

Chen Xuanji finally put away the luck in his heart. At that time, he turned around and resolutely walked behind him. There, Mo Chen Zi and his group had been waiting for a long time.

Mo Chen Zi nodded at Xu Hanwei imperceptibly before leading the others to leave.

On a nearby hill, a young girl was holding a letter in her hand. Her tears flowed as she watched the white silhouette gradually fade away.

She could not muster the courage to say goodbye to him.

She could only watch him leave from afar and hug the letter tightly in her arms again.

…

It was April, and it was summer.

Jizhou was already a blazing scene.

Jizhou was located in the northern part of the Great Zhou Dynasty. It was normally cold in winter and hot in summer, and this year's summer was not as hot as before. However, the people of Jizhou were extremely anxious at the bottom of their hearts.

The Great Xia Dynasty once again sent another hundred thousand troops towards the Sword Dragon Pass. The army hoarded outside the Sword Dragon Pass had risen from two hundred thousand to three hundred thousand. The Beijiang King was still unable to bring out his troops and hid in the Sword Dragon Pass.

Rumors spread everywhere, and there were many different opinions.

Among them, the most widespread was the relapse of Mu Ji's malignant disease. It was hard to know whether he would live or die, and some even claimed that it was caused by the claws of the Long Night Division.

However, once Mu Ji died, the two hundred thousand Ancestral Martial King Tribes would surely be without a leader. At that time, the Sword Dragon Pass would be in danger.

The people of Jizhou, whose ancestors lived here, were like ants on a hot pot these days. For some unknown reason, some people with rich family background had already begun to prepare to flee to Qing Zhou and Liang Zhou, while more people could only stay and watch.

Compared to Jizhou, which was already in a mess, the Sword Dragon Pass, which was at the center of the storm, was as calm as a stone, allowing the winds and clouds outside to be bizarre, and he remained calm.

"Young child Mu Ji, how long do you want to hide? Quickly go out and die!" The Great Xia Empire's Guardian General, Cui Ting's subordinate, still came to call the battle every day.

The words of curse had been changed again and again, but apart from ordinary soldiers, there was hardly a single figure of a general in Sword Dragon City.

The Sword Dragon Pass, which had dominated Jizhou for hundreds of years, seemed to have fallen asleep. Whether it was the shouting of the enemy or the transfer orders from the Imperial Court that flew over like snow, they were like mud bulls into the sea, and there was no response at all.

The insults from outside continued.

The violent coughing sounds in the Northern Region Palace were even more intense day and night, one day more than the other.

"Master, I drank the medicine." The beautiful woman carefully brought a bowl of soup to the Northern Region King's bedroom and handed the bowl of soup she had personally cooked to the man on the bed.

It was a pale-faced man.

He was about forty years old, but his face was wrinkled by the long illness. The most terrifying thing was his feet. At first glance, they seemed to be undoubtedly ordinary people. However, if one looked carefully, they would find that the black blood vessels on the man's feet were like poisonous snakes that covered his thigh. They looked extremely strange.

At this moment, the man seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep. He was half-leaning on the head of the bed, his eyes slightly closed.

The woman gently took out a spoonful of soup and blew it on the side of her mouth before passing it to the man's lips.

"Master, I drank the medicine." She said again, her voice soft.

At that moment, the man's eyes suddenly opened, and a flush appeared on his morbid face.

He stupidly turned his head and looked at the woman. "He is terminally ill and it is useless to take it. Why should Madam trouble herself?"

His voice was hoarse, as if a knife had entered the leather of defeat.

The woman was a little unhappy. "Master, you can't talk nonsense. Master will definitely recover from his illness."

The woman said confidently and handed the spoon full of medicine to the man's lips.

When the man saw this, he smiled bitterly. In the end, he finished the bowl of soup at the insistence of the woman.

When the woman saw this, she smiled and reminded the man to cultivate properly before leaving peacefully.

When she pushed open the door, the maidservant outside stepped forward tactfully and took the porcelain bowl in the woman's hand.

"Go, reply. This is the fifth bowl." The gentle expression on the woman's face slowly faded away at that moment. The corner of her mouth drew a sharp arc.

"Yes." The maidservant beside him nodded her head and retreated.

…

Cough!

Cough!

Cough!

The man in the room coughed even harder after drinking the soup. His feet were like lead and he could not move. He could only lie sideways on the edge of the bed and cough violently while retching disgustedly.

At that time, a figure flashed. The figure's speed was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, it jumped into the room.

The man seemed to have sensed something. He raised his head and the corners of his mouth were covered in crimson blood. Obviously, his illness was much more serious than he looked.

"The news has been sent out?" He asked weakly. He raised his body and sat down on the bed again.

"Yes." The black-clothed figure nodded and walked to the bed, respectfully straightening the man's body.

"That bitch gave His Highness medicine again?" The black shadow sniffed at the smell of the room, his brows furrowed, and hostility surged in his eyes. "Let me kill her!"

"There's no hurry." At that time, the man waved his hand. "My illness has already reached its end. Whether I drink that medicine or not doesn't matter to me. She still wants to keep it. She is Zhu Xian's spy and also our amulet. It's not the time to kill her."

The black shadow couldn't bear to see this.

"For so many years, it has been difficult for His Highness." He said at that moment, his rough voice carrying a little choking voice.

The man smiled miserably when he heard this. His gaze suddenly became empty. He stared blankly at the distant wall. After a few breaths, a cold divine light burst out from his pitch-black eyes.

"Ten years," he murmured, "a hundred years."

"Imperishable Shepherd Soul, blood debt and blood repayment!"

…

At the peak of Kunlun, the heavenly pillar stood.

The snow-white jade pillar had reached the nine heavens and flowed down into the Yellow Springs. It had never been changed.

Around the enormous pillar sat densely packed corpses.

Most of their corpses had long since decayed, leaving only bones. Thinking about it, it should be incomparably ancient.

Among them was an old man dressed in green. Although his entire body had been frozen into ice sculptures by the wind and snow, his complexion was still red, and he had a faint aura.

Ka!

Suddenly, a faint sound resounded from the quiet summit of the Kunlun Mountains.

A crack appeared on the pillar.

The crack was extremely small, but it was especially eye-catching when it landed on the pure white pillar, like a poisonous snake spitting out a message.

The green-robed old man's body trembled. He slowly and painstakingly raised his head to look at the crack that had suddenly appeared.

"Canghai Liuliu, that's all I can do."

He bitterly smiled and said. After several breaths of fluctuations, the gossamer-like aura suddenly disappeared. His head sank and he completely lowered his head.

A dark aura suddenly spread out from the sky pillar, and the corpses, including the old man in green, turned into dust and scattered in the world along with the aura.

The cracks on the pillars also dissipated as the corpses dissipated, as if a vicious beast had broken through a cage.

One head towards the sky, the other towards the bottomless abyss.

Up to the Nine Heavens, down to the Nine Nether.

…

The night was already dark. After Xu Han practiced the [Mountain Destroying Sword Technique] in the open space outside the house, he returned to his room.

He was a little restless, but he couldn't explain the reason.

Was it because of Chen Xuanji's departure today or something else? He couldn't even tell the truth.

He just felt as if something important was about to leave, and it was very boring.

Even after brandishing that set of sword techniques, the boredom still did not dissipate, and instead became even more intense.

He shook his head and walked to the hot water that Chu Chouli had cooked for him. He took off his clothes and was thinking of soaking in a hot bath and sleeping peacefully.

Clang.

But at that time, there was a soft sound beside his ears, something fell from his clothes.

Xu Han was stunned for a moment before picking up the item and placing it in front of his eyes.

At the same time, in the thatched cottage of the Tian Ce Mansion thousands of kilometers away, the macheteman who had been sitting there for several years seemed to feel something and took out something like that from his bosom and placed it in front of him.

It's a jade pendant.

It was covered in dense cracks.

Just as the two of them placed it in front of them, those cracks suddenly began to spread again, and in an instant, they became even more dense.

Ding.

Another crisp sound came.

Then, under Xu Han's shocked gaze, the jade pendant turned into dust and fell into his palm.

"This!!!" Unexpectedly, Xu Han's pupils suddenly dilated and his body began to involuntarily tremble.

The night was like a raging war, and the summer breeze was slightly cold. It slowly blew the dust in the youth's hand into the distance.

The revived youth panicked. He stretched out his hand to grab the dust, as if he was grabbing someone's hands.

But how could he hold on to those things?

The youth, who had reached out several times and returned without any success, was caught off guard. He staggered and fell to the ground in a sorry state, knocking over the barrel of boiled hot water and sprinkling it all over his body.

The loud noise woke up Ye Hongjian, who was already asleep. She was wearing a single coat and pushed open the door, only to see the youth fall to the ground.

"What's the matter?" She asked.

At that time, the youth turned around.

His expression was miserable as he hugged a tassel with no accessories tightly in his arms.

His face was stained with water.

However, he could not tell whether it was clear water or tears.

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