"I want to bring back the dead."
Sword Madman looked at this old man, this master of the Yin Yang Family, showing a glimpse of his jesting and contempt, that was already no less arrogant than him. Murong Longtu looked at Siming and said, "So, have you succeeded, old senior?"
Siming looked at his own palm and said softly, "I deciphered the He Tu and Luo Shu, entered the tomb of Emperor Xi, and played a ga with the fragnts he left behind. I saw the gap between life and death, but then, the Heavenly Mandate played a trick on ."
"I fathod life and death, but this longevity fell upon myself."
"The dead are ultimately already dead."
"And those who foolishly try to touch life and death will be cursed by this long longevity. My strength is already exhausted, yet I cannot die, still wandering this world. I might even live longer than that Longevity Guest."
Murong Longtu said, "Old senior, was that friend of yours a woman?"
Old Siming looked at him, suddenly laughed and cursed, "You brat, you don’t only have swords in your eyes, but you know these things too?" Murong Longtu looked at Siming, who remained silent for a long ti and sighed, "She was a woman."
Murong Longtu said, "Did not express true feelings, old senior?"
Old Siming was silent for a long, long ti, and then he suddenly laughed and said, "That would be my second greatest regret in life. The first was pursuing that damn way of resurrection, and the second thing."
This old fellow raised his head rather proudly and said, "Don’t look at like this now, when I was young, tsk tsk, I was handso, unrestrained, charming and debonair, how many beauties were enamored by the charm of my youth?"
Murong Longtu said, "I believe that."
This made the old Siming have nothing to say but chuckle dryly, and silence, then sighed:
"When I was young, I was too proud and arrogant, thinking all things in this world are so simple. I played the zither like none could compare, played chess without a teacher, I indulged in the world, flirted and dallied, spent nights in flower boats, leaving affection everywhere."
"Drink today, sleep today; beauties dance and sing, never-ending."
"And she... she was too pure, too simple."
This master of the Yin Yang Family from this era suddenly mocked himself.
"Soone like , unworthy."
"I can only hide and watch her..."
The old Siming recalled when that woman passed away, grabbing his sleeves, choked with sobs, telling him when they erged into the world, the people were living in poverty, raising flags for the sake of all living beings, forming alliances in tis of chaos, tearing apart the Red Emperor’s rule.
Originally thought they could quickly unify the world again.
Restore the fractured mirror of the world to unity, let the people live and work in peace, yet we ran around our whole lives, ultimately still unable to repair the breach.
"Like the world."
"Like you and ."
Old Siming was silent for a long ti, only feeling a pang of heartache. He indulged himself in this world, yet unwilling to recall these mories. Looking at Murong Longtu, he said, "Then how about you, kid, having reached this point, be honest here."
Murong Longtu lifted his teacup like a wine jug, with a carefree deanor, said, "I am different from the senior, what I am obsessed with is rely experiences of youth."
"When I was young, my family suffered a great disaster. To , family is the most important, so I took up my sword, traversing the world only to protect the ones behind ."
"And now, having reached this point, how could I not draw my sword?"
Old Siming lanted how Murong Longtu, in his youth, likewise faced a great family disaster, the Murong Family nearly exterminated, he hid alone, wandered the world for two hundred years, his na known far and wide. Yet, he still held to that youth.
If back then he had the power he has now, if soone had co at that ti.
Perhaps everything would have been different.
And now with a sword in his hand, he would not let his loved ones be hard.
Murong Longtu laughed freely, "Senior, the temperants of you and I are cultivated step by step through these centuries. If everything could be brushed away with a few words, what would these hundreds of years count for?"
"I, with , whenever I wrestle, am ultimately ."
Murong Longtu drank his tea and stood up, waves from the teapot never ceasing. Yuwen Lie had launched the cavalry charge, discovering a flaw in General Xue’s battle formation, using these centuries of experience to develop.
Using experiences of famous generals throughout history to recreate a strategy that overturned classical battle formations, successfully broke through General Xue’s formation. General Xue, in armor, riding a Divine Steed, holding only a Battle Halberd of mystical weapon level, said, "Bitter, bitter."
"Weapons are not enough, the steed is not enough, even vitality is not enough."
"Whale Hunter, be prepared."
Whale Hunter assisted the Qilin Army battle formation. A grand battle of ten thousand magnitude unfolded, General Xue wielding mystical weapon fighting fiercely against Yuwen Lie. The battlefield covered a vast area, the killing intent rose up, transforming into the surging White Tiger Army Soul, howling and clashing together.
The sound shook for dozens of miles, killing aura soaring to the sky. The people of Jiangnan could see the dark clouds in the sky, the wind roaring, surging in Jiangnan’s Eighteen States, the Changfeng Building whistling, the river waters swelling, stopping their flow in this brief mont.
Two weapons, wrapped in the montum of military soul, fiercely collided together.
The weapons exploded with the sound of iron whistling, gas waves bursting, spreading in all directions, waves visible to the naked eye spreading to all sides, sweeping past a nearby hill, where a crack appeared on the mountain.
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