Immortal Mansion Longevity Chapter 726

  Chapter 726 I'll stand here until the roar of spells sounds!

   Witnessing the end of a monk's robbing, Liu Yu returned to the attic to practice, while Zhuo Mengzhen went out to deal with the Yudan Hall, intending to sell it at a suitable price.

   But very unfortunately, only two days later, his premonition came true.

  Several major forces, including the Holy Land of Qianting, all increased their troops in the direction of the Zixia Mountains at the same time, and there was a tendency to push into this Holy Land of Loose Cultivators.

  Zixia mountains are in all directions, and groups of high-level spirit ships even appear from time to time.

  Flying continuously around this Lingshan Mountain, monitoring the movement inside grandly.

  For a while, there was a lot of turmoil in this Holy Land of Loose Cultivators, and the peaceful and peaceful atmosphere was gone forever.

  Feeling that a storm is coming, and the Zixia Mountains will be the center of the storm, many casual cultivators subconsciously choose to protect themselves wisely and sell their properties to leave this area.

  In just a few days, the number of monks in the Zixia Mountains dropped precipitously, and the scene of people coming and going in the past no longer exists.

  The great spirit mountains are deserted, and only occasionally can a few rays of light shuttle through.

  For the casual cultivators who intend to leave, Qianting Holy Land has a very strange attitude. It doesn't mean to stop them at all, but allows them to pass.

   After all, there are too many casual cultivators, and there is no end to killing them. As long as this holy land of casual cultivators is leveled, the confidence of the major casual cultivators can be greatly damaged.

   Once the word gets out, the threat of the past will be gone forever.

  The scattered cultivators are basically a mess of loose sand. Of course, at this time, most monks will not have the thought of living and dying with the Zixia Mountains.

   Seeing that the Holy Land of Qianting did not stop them, they packed up their things and ran away.

  The reason why they came here is because of the good cultivation environment here. It is impossible to say that they have no feelings, but it is far from the point of risking their lives for it.

  Only the major loose cultivators had no choice but to stay here because they stood on the opposite side of the Qianting Holy Land and had no choice but to retreat.

  After all, the soldiers of Qianting Holy Land surrounded the Zixia Mountains. At this time, there is only one dead end to go out. It is better to stay here and give it a try.

  With the presence of the "Kowloon God", what if the danger can be saved?

   A few days later, Hongxia Mountain Cave Mansion.

  In the small pavilion, Liu Yu was sitting alone, a steaming spirit tea had already been brewed on the table, as if he was waiting for someone.

  It's not that he didn't want to leave, but that he was moving too fast in Qianting Holy Land.

   Before leaving, the Zixia Mountains were surrounded, so they had to stay here.

  However, according to observations in the past few days, Qianting Holy Land does not seem to intend to strictly censor casual cultivators who leave this place, and it seems very simple to muddle through.

   After several days of observation, Liu Yu probably understood the intention of Qianting Holy Land, and he planned to leave tomorrow without caring about the property of Yudantang.

  I am here today just to say goodbye to Guo Poyun.

   After all, this person is the monk he has been most familiar with since he came to Central Territory, and the relationship between the two has always been good.

   It seems a little unreasonable to leave without saying goodbye.

   After all, after this incident, the Purple Scarf Army will not necessarily be destroyed, and Guo Poyun's cultivation base is also at the peak of Jindan, so he has the value of making friends.

   "It seems that Qianting Holy Land just wants to eliminate the "Holy Land of Loose Cultivators", not all the casual cultivators."

   "Perhaps its real present is "that one"."

  Thinking of this, Liu Yu subconsciously turned his head and looked at the towering fifth-level Zixia Mountain in the distance.

   Eradicating the Holy Land of Loose Cultivators and eliminating the legendary "Nine Dragon Gods" can indeed effectively curb the increasingly "rampant" forces of Loose Cultivators.

  Compared to this, if the attack surface is expanded to the entire group of casual cultivators, the difficulty will increase a lot at once, and more monks need to be mobilized.

   It is naturally inappropriate to do so in a situation where the two races have just ceased fighting and may fight again at any time.

  So such a decision is indeed the most appropriate way.

   "Since it is not to eliminate all casual cultivators, Qianting Holy Land intends to "release water", then tomorrow's departure should be smoother."

   Liu Yu flashed this thought, then shook his head slightly.

   "Treading"

  The formation has been closed, and he didn't have to wait long before the sound of subtle footsteps sounded outside the mansion.

  Wrapped in a green shirt, with a neatly trimmed short black beard, Guo Poyun, who looked energetic, appeared in sight the next moment.

  Although his clothes were neat, his expression was extremely dignified.

   "Friends of the ancient city."

   Approaching the small pavilion, Guo Poyun cupped his hands away.

  The two are already very familiar with each other, so naturally there is no need for so many etiquettes, and there is no need to engage in the routine of welcoming them in person.

   "Guo Daoyou, please sit down."

  Liu Yu smiled, stood up and gently cupped his hands, making a gesture of please.

   Immediately, he personally poured a cup of spirit tea for him.

  In these years, Guo Poyun has indeed helped a lot. This person is his only friend in Zhongyu.

"Ugh."

  Guo Poyun was not too polite, he just took a sip of the spirit tea, and after letting go of the teacup, he was still frowning.

   Obviously, he is very worried about the current situation.

   "At this moment, I don't know what is the invitation from fellow Taoists of the ancient city?"

   Chatted a few words about homework, Guo Poyun was obviously absent-minded, and asked straight to the point.

  Talking about business matters, Liu Yu's smile faded, and his expression became serious.

   "To be honest, Gu intends to leave the Zixia Mountains tomorrow and find another place to practice with peace of mind."

   "I invited Daoyou Guo here today, just to say goodbye."

   "Let's say goodbye today, and I don't know when we will see you again!"

  He put down his teacup, stood up and looked at the majestic Zixia Mountain with his hands behind his back, and said calmly.

"what?!"

   "Even you, Fellow Daoist of the Ancient City."

  Hearing this remark, Guo Poyun's pupils shrank, as if he had been hit hard, and a look of disbelief flashed in his eyes.

  Since soldiers from Qianting Holy Land encircled the Zixia Mountains, most casual cultivators have run away as if they had nothing to do with them.

  Even some peripheral members of casual cultivators choose to be wise and protect themselves at this time, and dare not directly confront Qianting Holy Land.

  A friend in adversity sees the truth, and the comrades who used to talk and laugh happily, now most of them parted ways, and only then did they see who they could rely on.

  Fighting side by side for decades, Guo Poyun originally thought he knew enough. Even if he didn't formally join the Purple Scarf Army, Liu Yu would choose to stay.

   Never expected that even this good friend would choose to leave, and his tone was so decisive, obviously not negotiable.

  Looking at the back of Liu Yu looking into the distance with his hands behind his back, Guo Poyun's eyes flashed complicated. He felt very familiar before, but now he feels strange and far away.

   "That's all, that's all."

   "The Holy Land of Qianting is approaching menacingly. Even with the prestige of "Kowloon God", it may not be able to resolve this crisis."

   "It is indeed the most correct choice for Fellow Daoists of the Ancient City to leave at this time."

  "If nothing can be done, you really shouldn't put all your hopes here, and you should leave some kindling."

  Guo Poyun sighed dejectedly, his words were full of helplessness.

  Although there are "Kowloon gods" sitting in Zixia Mountains, there are also gods in Qianting Holy Land, and there are more gods.

  Once the Lingbao is used, even the gods will be suppressed under the power that reaches the refining level.

  Although the situation may not be that bad, leaving at this time is indeed the most "wise" choice.

  There is a huge disparity in strength, and the hearts of the people have dispersed.

  Although the major organizations have taken various measures, they are still unable to prevent the separation of people's hearts, and those who should go will eventually go.

  Before leaving, Liu Yu said goodbye to him instead of leaving without saying goodbye, which was already very interesting.

  That's why Guo Poyun didn't ask him to stay after he reacted.

   "In this world, the minority has never obeyed the majority. The truth is only within the attack distance of magical powers."

   "The current situation is like this, so what can we do?"

  Already aware of the subtleties of the world, Liu Yu's eyes flashed with coldness and indifference, and she spoke softly.

   Then turning around, he said in a rare serious way:

   "Guo Daoyou, you are one of Gu's few friends in Central Region, and Gu does not want to hear news about your misfortune."

   "Since the current situation is like this, you should make plans early."

   "Under the current situation, what can I do as a Jindan cultivator?"

  "Trying to go against the trend, the final result can only be ashes, and following the trend is the most sensible choice."

   Seeing that the other party was "recalcitrant", out of the friendship between the two, although Liu Yu had known the result for a long time, Liu Yu still chose to persuade him once.

  Guo Poyun's face was heavy, and he fell into silence upon hearing the words.

  Yes, with such a disparity in strength, giving up is the most correct choice.

  As long as one life is saved, there are infinite possibilities in the future. One day, when the Nascent Soul is condensed, one can still strive for the ideal.

  The pros and cons of the truth are clear, but there is a flame burning in Guo Poyun's heart!

retreat? Where can I go back?

  Take a step back today, and tomorrow the opponent will take a step forward, even more aggressive, sooner or later there will be no way to retreat!

  At this moment, for some reason, Guo Poyun thought of "Prince Qingshui" again, and his words and words are still vivid in his memory.

  He walked to Liu Yu, straightened his chest and looked at Zixia Mountain, and said in a deep voice:

   "I'll stand here until the roar of spells rings!"

  Guo Poyun's tone is full of determination to dedicate himself to his ideals, and he is ready to fall.

  He has made, his choice.

  When the principles are not touched, this person also has a flexible bottom line, but when it comes to issues related to principles, he also has the courage to not retreat an inch.

  Hearing the words, Liu Yu shook his head slightly, showing no intention of continuing to persuade.

  He deeply understands that his good friend has a firm heart and has made the final choice, which cannot be swayed by a few words.

   For a while, the field fell into silence.

  Seeing each other today may be the last time, neither of them are interested in chatting and laughing.

  Pear blossoms were falling in the courtyard, the scenery was beautiful and sad, and the atmosphere was once very depressing.

   "There are still important matters to deal with, fellow Daoist of the ancient city, Mr. Guo will leave first!"

   A moment later, Guo Poyun smiled heartily, and clasped his hands heavily.

  At this moment, he returned to his former appearance.

  As if all the troubles were gone, his eyes were shining brightly, full of life and death.

   "Guo Daoyou, take care."

  Liu Yu clasped his fists in return and said seriously.

  Guo Poyun nodded heavily, then turned around without hesitation, and walked towards the outside of the mansion at a leisurely pace.

  After making the final decision, his state of mind seemed to have been sublimated, without any doubts, and his steps were easier than expected.

   "This road has been walked by the sages."

  From Liu Yu's point of view, Guo Poyun's back at this moment is actually somewhat solemn and sacred, just like the original Qingshui Zhenjun.

   Even though some people fall, their ideas still exist!

  In the small pavilion, Liu Yu looked at Zixia Mountain with his hands behind his back, without looking back for a long time.

  Leaving is the most sensible choice.

   Perseverance is not necessarily stupid.

  In order to realize the belief in my heart, I died on the road of struggle, what is there to regret?

   It's just that the ideas are different, so the choices we make are different.

   Half an hour later, Liu Yufang looked away, took out the sound transmission jade tablet and sent a message to Zhuo Mengzhen, then turned and entered the attic.

  Since he has decided to leave, it is natural to tidy up the cave at this time.

  Although he has not formally joined the Purple Scarf Army, Qianting Holy Land does not think so.

  During the operation in the Heishan Immortal Prison, Liu Yu had already demonstrated his extraordinary strength and was on the most wanted list of Qianting Holy Land.

  In the "Ziwei Palace", the "Qingyang Gong" and "Ziyoulian" were exposed. According to various clues, there may not be no monks connected together.

  In this situation, it is better to be careful.

   Entering the attic to clean up, Liu Yu didn't even leave a single hair, erasing all traces of his existence.

  Spiritual consciousness scanned back and forth several times, seeing that there was nothing missing, he nodded in satisfaction.

   Half a day later, Zhuo Mengzhen returned, bringing the news that no one took over Yudantang.

  The monks of the Holy Land of Qianting were surrounded from all directions, but the Zixia Mountains did not respond, and the God of Nine Dragons did not show up.

  As a result, the prices of shops, caves, etc. have fallen precipitously all the way, and it is normal for no one to take over.

  Since he couldn't sell it, Liu Yu let it go, and he didn't lack that little spirit stone.

  As long as you think about it, you can build a thriving store from scratch at any time.

  In this extremely tense atmosphere, time seems to have become extremely slow, and every minute and every second is suffering.

  When his personal disciple Zhang Yi also rushed to the mansion, Liu Yu didn't wait for the sky to brighten, so he led the two of them to set off in the dark, and rushed to the outside of the Zixia Mountains.

  To be on the safe side, all three of them disguised themselves.

  He even used the "Hidden Spirit Art" to restrain the fluctuation of his cultivation base to the foundation building stage. On the surface, it seemed that Zhuo Mengzhen was the leader.

  The cyan flying boat pierced the sky and shuttled among the majestic mountains.

  In just a few days, the lively and bustling Lingshan Mountains in the past have been deserted, looking extremely bleak.

   A gust of mountain wind blows, leaving only silence in the Lingshan Mountains, and the smell of desolation hits the face.

  Actually, even though most of the monks choose to leave, there are quite a few monks who still stay in the Zixia Mountains due to various reasons.

  It is only distributed in the mountains with a radius of thousands of miles, so it will inevitably appear sparse and deserted.

   People who are wise and protect their lives account for the majority, but there are not a few monks who insist on not leaving!

   Sitting on the magic weapon of the flying boat and leaving the Hongxia Mountain Cave Mansion, Liu Yu took a look and saw such a scene.

  Occasionally, I saw a few monks driving magic weapons, and they also seemed to be in a hurry.

  They all looked indifferent, kept a high degree of vigilance against other monks, and fled in silence without saying a word.

   "Organizations rot, empires perish, and nothing lasts forever."

   "Only the real mana in the dantian and the mighty magic weapon in your hand are the things that are really worth relying on in this unpredictable world of cultivating immortals."

  Standing at the head of the boat, Liu Yu put his hands on his back, and there was no wave in his eyes.

  (end of this chapter)

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