Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant

After nearly forty years of gradual evolution, nearly two-thirds of Beiju Luzhou is now covered by frost and snow, while the remaining one-third is covered with volcanoes and a medium-sized inland lake.

This was originally the inland sea of ​​the Guantao Realm, but in today's Kokura Realm, it can only be regarded as a very large inland lake.

Wang Yian glanced below, and with his eyesight, he could clearly see the settlements scattered on Luzhou in Beiju.

Smoke curled from the kitchen, people laughed and heard, and occasionally the roar of ferocious beasts sounded, but it soon fell silent.

The mountains are steep, the roads are dangerous, and there are wild forests and wild fields.

The entire vast Beiju Luzhou still retains its wildness and primitiveness.

It is far different from the other three continents where many cities and even countries have been established.

Not only in the land of frost and snow, but also around the volcanoes, there are also sparse human traces.

Occasionally, you can still see a few feet stepping into the void, but there is no mana fluctuation at all, and figures wearing animal skins hurriedly pass by.

See these people.

There was a hint of nostalgia in his eyes.

"Want to go back?"

A gentle voice sounded beside him.

Wang Yian was startled for a moment, turned his head, and saw his father who was also looking at those true warriors seriously. He tilted his head slightly and pointed to the land below, with a smile on his face:

"I mean, go here."

Wang Yian's eyes suddenly lit up like stars, but soon dimmed again.

He shook his head slightly, his tone full of hesitation:

"I...maybe not..."

Wang Bao smiled and did not change because of Wang Yi'an's answer. He asked with a faint smile:

"Why, do you feel sorry for them?"

Wang Yian nodded silently, his voice a little dry:

"After the failure to stop Han Xiangzi back then, there were not even one true warrior left. I am ashamed of my senior brother's trust... and even more sorry for those who trust me..."

"It's not because of you. Han Xiangzi's damage to the true warriors is far less than that of the world eaters outside the world. Although the world eaters were brought in, although it was Han Xiangzi's handiwork, strictly speaking, I also have a part of the responsibility... "

Wang Hao shook his head slightly, interrupted Wang Yi'an's words, looked at the mountains and wilderness below in the distance, his smile faded, leaving only a touch of complexity after vicissitudes of life, and his tone was low:

"I have always felt that the words 'compassion does not control soldiers, and justice does not control wealth' are too cold and inhumane."

"I used to sneer at those high-ranking people who could kill countless people with just one word."

"Until...I also became the person who could decide countless lives and deaths."

"Human life has become a number in my eyes."

Wang Yian's body shook slightly and he looked at his father in front of him in surprise.

It had been many years since he had discussed something so seriously with his father.

In his eyes, his father seemed to have not changed over the years, but at this moment he faintly realized that his father seemed to have changed a lot over the years.

"Sometimes I wonder if this is the so-called 'people who slay dragons will eventually become evil dragons'."

Wang Ba's eyes were slightly vacant, and he muttered as if he was lost in thought:

"Sometimes, I feel deeply sorry for my indifference when facing those dead creatures and feel that I am wrong. I feel that I should not be like this."

"But when I really face these numbers, I will still make what I think is the best choice indifferently."

"Then what is the best choice?"

He suddenly turned his head and looked at Wang Yian.

It's like asking Wang Yi'an, but also like asking himself:

"Does what I think is the best choice necessarily the right one?"

Wang Yian was a little slow to speak for a while, but after thinking about it, he still shook his head:

"No, no one can be right all the time...and senior brother once said that being powerful will distort the conscience that should be there. This kind of distortion and change is not egg-born, wet-born, or womb-born, but metamorphosis."

"Metamorphosis..."

Wang Hao was startled for a moment, then nodded slightly, with a flash of deep appreciation and admiration in his eyes:

"Your third senior brother really hits the nail on the head. What he said is right. This is how people's hearts change."

He put his hands behind his hands and looked at the sky in the distance. He took a breath and sighed:

"Whether they are emperors, generals, immortals, gods, demons, or ordinary creatures, they struggled through hardships and endured humiliation when they were humble. Once they gain power, it is temporary, but over time, they will develop a discriminating mind. Those who can maintain their original aspirations will never change. None of them.”

"What I think about is that everyone is a product of this world, whether it is wealth, cultivation, or power. If you stay in it for a long time, it will be like entering an abalone den. If you don't smell its smell for a long time, you will inevitably be alienated by it. "

"And those who can stick to their original aspirations and not be moved by external things, and those who never change even if they are hit in the head and bleeding, can be said to be great people."

"A perfect person has no self, a god has no merit, and a saint has no name."

He sighed quietly:

"It's a pity that I'm just a layman."

Wang Yi'an listened to his father's ravings in silence, but his heart trembled when he heard that "the perfect man has no self, the gods have no merit, and the saint has no name."

Although the words were simple, they made him feel excited.

He seemed to feel these words guiding him.

"According to what your third senior brother said, I will eventually become alienated. I may not really turn into a cold-blooded person who regards human life as nothing but just to achieve the ultimate goal. This may be a good thing in the Kokura world, but it is just for those who live here. People are so cruel... six pounds,"

Wang Hao looked at Wang Yian and called him by his nickname, with a hint of seriousness in his eyes:

"Are you willing to earn a future for these true warriors?"

Wang Yi'an's head was slightly startled.

He had already guessed some of his father's thoughts, but when these words finally came out of his father's mouth, there was still a trace of hesitation in his heart.

"There is no one who has no self... there is no one who has no self..."

These four big words hovered in his mind, as if chaotic words echoed and intertwined in his ears... and finally the sound gradually died down.

He raised his head, took a deep breath, and looked at his father:

"Dad, I understand."

Wang Ba looked at Wang Yi'an and his only son, with a flash of deep pity in his eyes.

He raised his hand, patted his shoulder twice, and straightened his messy white hair.

"It's okay if you understand, it's okay if you understand. Dad is waiting for you to come back."

As he spoke, he gently handed out a jade slip and placed it in Wang Yian's hand.

"These are some spells that I have collected that can be used without mana. They may come in handy."

Wang Yian took the jade slip, and at this moment his face finally showed a smile and expectation from the bottom of his heart:

"Don't worry, Dad."

After saying that, he turned into a blood-red sword light and flew down to Beiju Luzhou below.

Watching Wang Yi'an leave Liu Guang, Wang Hao felt only a little complicated in his heart.

Wang Yi'an's life is running out.

The way of integrating true martial arts with monks relies on the effect of Yin Fruit, but Yin Fruit hurts longevity the most, not to mention that the longevity of true warriors is not as good as that of monks.

Wang Yian walked his own way, but this road was a very short one.

He didn't know whether he could go further ahead.

But he didn't even dare to try to inject longevity energy into Wang Yian's body.

This is a life-or-death approach, and even though he has now mastered some of the rules of the Ogura world, he still cannot necessarily succeed.

Just look at the person who accepts longevity.

This is no longer the rule of the Kokura Realm, but the higher rule of the Third Realm Sea.

That's why he let Wang Yi'an join the world and return to the group of true warriors. He hoped that he could sharpen his physical body and soul and achieve a balance before he could break through.

Of course, he had many other ways to deal with it, such as implanting Wang Yi'an's soul into the spirit beast, just like Han Xiangzi and the others... But when he thought of Jia Fifteen, his thoughts suddenly faded away.

Will Wang Yian really still be Wang Yian after taking over his body?

Instead of becoming a human being and a beast, he would rather give up this path.

This is the heart of a father. The hardship and struggle are beyond words.

"I hope it can happen."

…

Luzhou in the north is a settlement near the volcano in the south.

In small villages, wooden houses are built using the trunks of extremely thick trees.

Outside the wooden house, there are freeze-dried corpses and furs of vicious beasts hanging.

The majestic and burly men sat casually on the bald short grass in the snow, drinking poor quality wine from wine bags sewn from the skins of ferocious beasts, gnawing on ferocious beast meat, and chatting happily.

The bonfire goes up.

The powerful woman next to her was scraping the minced meat from the beast's fur, using a stone needle to thread the hemp rope through the corners of the beast...

Children frolic and play, holding on to the white skulls of ferocious beasts, playing pretend games.

Wang Yian, who had white hair, a black shirt and a tall figure, stood silently outside the village, watching quietly, with a heavy look in his eyes.

The martial state of the past was so powerful, with its territory spanning four continents. Although there were no monks, the civilization was prosperous and the products were abundant. Almost all the true warriors and mortals who lived in it had glowing faces and exquisite etiquette.

Anyone who sees it must call it a civilized country.

However, now they are already a primitive tribe, and they are no different from the Tupizhou savages of the past.

This made Wang Yian, the former leader of the Wu Kingdom, really hard to accept for a while.

Civilization may not necessarily be a good thing, but without civilization, it will do more harm than good.

He did not enter this village, but continued walking silently to the next village.

Beiju Luzhou is very large, much larger than any of the nine continents in the past.

But Beiju Luzhou is very small, so small that the living conditions of the true warriors in the entire continent are almost exactly the same.

The only difference is that some villages have high-level true warriors, so when faced with vicious beasts, they can use them as food.

And more villages, because there are no high-level true warriors, can only survive in the face of ferocious beasts.

The latter accounts for 89%.

Hunting ferocious beasts, death and wine... these almost occupy the lives and daily lives of most of the true warriors on Beiju Luzhou.

The former civilization and the skills that many mortals and true warriors worked together now seem to have been annihilated in the last catastrophe.

What remains is the devastation of the civilized world.

And the desolate primitive world in which pure force is respected.

"Where is the future of true warriors...?"

Wang Yian thought silently.

He knew that the future was not only about leading the true warriors to live better, but more importantly, how to be useful to the Ogura world, how to get rid of the barriers with the monks, and even further, how to obtain the same status as the monks... …

A group can exist and continue because it is valuable to the surrounding environment.

If it has no value, it will inevitably be eliminated.

Even if this value is just for viewing, it is better than being completely useless.

And what is the value of a true warrior?

Almost instantly, Wang Yian thought of the natural advantages that true warriors have had since their birth.

The resource requirements are small and the combat power is formed quickly. Although the combat power is extremely low among the same level, the victory in terms of quantity can quickly complete a leap-like breakthrough...

With these advantages, as long as a large number of fifth-level and sixth-level true warriors can be formed, the Kokura world will definitely need them!

Wang Yi'an was suddenly shocked.

Unknowingly, his thoughts became the same as his father's, looking at every living thing purely in terms of numbers...

"This is the change in people's hearts brought about by the difference in perspective."

Wang Yian silently felt the difference in his mood.

At this moment, he somehow understood what his father had said before.

As status increases, when a person really has the ability to decide the lives and deaths of countless people with one word, and as time goes by, he will inevitably move towards alienation.

"so……"

He looked at the village ahead again.

The smell of herbs, along with sadness, filled the sky over the village.

In the middle of the village, there were corpses that had been damaged beyond recognition.

These are all true warriors who died fighting ferocious beasts.

Feeling the silent sadness in this village, Wang Yixin was moved.

He suddenly understood something.

“So, if you want to stay true to your original intention, you should let yourself stay here, feel their joys, sorrows, and joys, understand their desires and needs, work with them, live together, and let yourself be like them and become a living person. , rather than standing on a high place and overlooking all living beings..."

Only when you live among all living beings can you treat all living beings as human beings.

Only when we touch the reality of sentient beings can we not dare to sacrifice such sentient beings easily.

Alienation is because those people have been away from all living beings for too long...

The truth of the world is so simple.

But extremely difficult.

How many people who have achieved something are willing to "sink" among all living beings?

"Easier said than done..."

Wang Yian's eyes were slightly enlightened.

The surrounding white snow melted and turned into a puddle.

He looked at himself in the puddle.

The slightly flowing water rippled his face.

He took a deep look at his reflection, without any hesitation, raised his hand to cut off his hair, and sealed the sword on his back into his body.

Then he raised his palm and gently pressed it between his eyebrows.

"Give it a try."

He pressed gently.

The next moment, his eyes quietly became pure, dazed, and childish... like a newborn baby.

He lowered his head slightly and looked at his palms.

There seemed to be a clear understanding in his eyes:

"My name is...Yao."

"My name is Yao."

‘Yao’ raised his head and looked around.

Then he walked straight to the village where a clan member had just died.

"Who are you!"

The villagers' wary voices rang out in the village.

"My name is Yao."

'Yao' said calmly, seemingly not afraid of these people. He looked past the villagers surrounding him and looked at the corpses placed in the snow, and suddenly said:

"I can save them."

The villagers were shocked for a moment, but then they were full of anger.

A middle-aged man who seemed to be the leader frowned, took a deep look at Yao, and said coldly:

"Guest, no matter where you are from, please don't joke about this matter. Some of our people just left here..."

"I can save them...their souls are not far away."

Yao still said.

His eyes were clear and firm.

This attitude angered the surrounding villagers. Their bodies were full of blood, and they seemed to be about to take action.

However, Yao's gaze made the leading middle-aged man frown again, and then he suddenly raised his hand to stop the surrounding villagers behind him.

"Let him try."

"Brother!"

"Let him try!"

"But!"

Yao alone passed over the people with fierce and angry eyes and walked to the corpses.

He raised his hand somewhat unfamiliarly, and then walked around in front of the corpses.

Reaching out towards the middle-aged man:

"Give me some blood."

"Do ferocious beasts have blood?"

The middle-aged man's eyes were slightly focused, and his chest was rising and falling slightly, but he still suppressed his emotions and asked.

"Can."

Yao nodded.

"Give it to him."

"But brother, we don't have much blood from the ferocious beasts..."

"I said, give it to him!"

Taking the blood of the ferocious beasts in the stone basin, Yao put his fingers in, and then dipped his fingers in the dark red blood, smearing many ghost-like patterns on the corpses.

"What the hell is this doing?"

The villagers looked at each other, but none of them could see the reason.

The middle-aged man at the head also frowned.

He is a third-level true warrior, much stronger than the first- and second-level villagers around him, but he still doesn't understand.

"Is there beeswax?"

"Give it to him!"

"Is there any cotton thread?"

The middle-aged man frowned slightly.

Seeing the middle-aged man's expression, Yao shook his head slightly, gently pulled off a handful of his white hair, twisted it into a wick, rubbed it into the beeswax, and formed a crooked candle.

Soaked in blood, it stood on top of the corpse in the snow.

Then Yao stood up slowly, his voice was like a ghost...

Just when the middle-aged man was becoming more and more impatient.

The candle suddenly lit up!

It was only a tiny bit of light, but it covered all the corpses around.

And in this light, a series of illusory transparent figures flew silently from a distance, and then crashed into these corpses one after another.

In the surprised eyes of everyone, these corpses opened their eyes one by one, full of confusion, and some even stood up directly, looking at themselves and their companions who were obviously dead in disbelief.

"This... can the dead come back to life?!"

The villagers were shocked and suspicious, happy and afraid.

Until the courageous ones took the initiative to come forward and talk to these people who came back from the dead, and confirmed that they were really their relatives and friends, the whole village became excited.

Looking at this scene, Yao couldn't help but reveal a pure smile, that was joy.

"Who are you, how did you do this?!"

Looking at everything happening in front of him, the middle-aged man felt like he was dreaming, and he asked in disbelief.

Yao smiled and turned his head:

"Maybe it was taught by the immortals... Do you want to learn? I will teach you."

"Immortals? This... Is this okay?"

The middle-aged man couldn't help swallowing his saliva. He was born after the catastrophe, and he didn't have much resistance to the immortals and monks mentioned by the older generation.

So he asked with strong expectations in his eyes.

Resurrection from the dead, how much loss in the village can be reduced!

"Yes, but I can save them because they didn't go far, and there are often many requirements for performing these techniques."

Yao said frankly.

"Technique?"

The middle-aged man was a little confused. When he heard that there were still requirements, he hesitated again:

"These techniques... are they very demanding? Many people in our village are not good at practicing..."

"No, even ordinary people can perform them. The requirements I mentioned are other aspects, such as the blood of those fierce beasts."

Yao shook his head.

The middle-aged man was relieved immediately, and then he was overjoyed.

Yao simply sat in the snow and told the middle-aged man about the technique just now.

He had no purpose, he just saw it and felt that he should take action, so he took action. He felt that he should teach those techniques in his memory to others, so he taught without any hesitation.

It seems that anyone can use this technique, but some hidden requirements still screen out most people.

Most strong witches cannot use it, but the weakest teenager and a few women can learn and use it.

But this still makes everyone in the village excited.

They also respect Yao more.

One day, after learning another technique, the middle-aged man finally couldn't help but ask curiously:

"Master Yao, do these techniques have names?"

Yao frowned slightly.

He vaguely remembered that these techniques seemed to be given to him by someone, and each of them had its own name, but for some reason, he couldn't remember it anyway.

He shook his head and said casually:

"I don't remember, why don't you give it a name?"

"This... me?"

The middle-aged man was originally very calm and would not lose his composure like this, but when he heard that this mysterious immortal had entrusted such a big thing to him, he couldn't help but be extremely excited.

But he immediately calmed down and searched his brains. In his few inks, he finally found an inspiration:

"Yao Xianren, why don't we name it after the way we practice?"

Yao nodded indifferently.

"The older generation said that we seemed to be called "Zhenwu" or "Zhenwuzhe", but the ancestors said that we should avoid the name of the legendary Wuzu, and Wu and Wu have the same pronunciation... These techniques might as well be called "Witchcraft"! "

The middle-aged man became more and more excited as he spoke, and then took a bamboo stick and wrote on the ground.

"Since these arts are called witchcraft, then those of us who have learned witchcraft are called 'witches'!"

"We are 'witches', or 'witches', Yao Xianren, what do you think?"

Yao looked at the crooked patterns on the snow, and it took him a long time to finally recognize that these were actually words.

This was obviously one of the few cultural heritages of the leader from this small village.

"Wu... is also OK."

He nodded, it was just a name, he didn't care.

He just wanted the people in the village to live a better life.

...

In the Taoist temple.

Wang Ba watched silently, with a flash of surprise in his eyes:

"Wu... is quite appropriate."

The seeds have been planted.

Just waiting for them to blossom and bear fruit.

Both the cultivators and the real warriors have begun their own evolution, and he doesn't know what they will become.

But he has done what he can, and next, he should also focus on his own improvement and the cultivation of Taoist soldiers, spirit beasts, etc.

The former is the foundation, while the latter is an important method to effectively gain combat power in a short period of time.

However, things always change unexpectedly.

One day, the Wu Ape King suddenly flew over and told him that it felt something passing in the wind outside... (End of this chapter)