Chapter 251 Su Qier, Find a True Path (5K)

"Small cultivation is in the mountains and forests, major cultivation is in the world!"

These words were like a wake-up call, deafening and enlightening, echoing in Su Chen's heart.

He didn't react until the deputy sect leader left.

After a long time, Su Chen set out on the road again, but this time, his footsteps became more determined.

Not far away, looking at Su Chen's disappearing figure, Yang Jiu said with emotion: "It took Ji Ziyang a full fifty years to realize the true meaning of his own martial arts. I don't know how many more fifty years it will take after you leave." !”

He sighed in his heart, but said nothing more and turned to leave.

After leaving Shouyang City, Su Chen ran all the way without any purpose.

Every time he passed a city, Su Chen would stay for a few days to inquire about the Wan Yi Gong.

If this city doesn't exist, then go to the next city, and so on, over and over again.

Half a year passed, and Su Chen didn't know how far he had traveled, let alone how many cities he had passed through.

I only know that he has passed through Yuanbing Pavilion and has now arrived within the territory of Xuanyin Sect.

In addition to searching for the Wan Yi Gong, Su Chen spent most of his time clarifying his mind.

He regarded everything he saw and heard along the way as nourishment to enrich his martial arts path.

Measuring the earth with footprints is another kind of practice.

At this time, he was no longer the high-spirited young leader of the generation, but an ordinary warrior who practiced hard.

Just like that, Su Chen moved forward without stopping.

When passing by the Bahuang Palace, he did not find the Wan Yi Gong.

When passing by Longxiang Sect, he still couldn't find the Wan Yi Gong.

Corpse Puppet Sect, Spirit Demon Sect, Sword Sect, Shangyuan Palace...

Two years passed by, and Su Chen still gained nothing.

Neither the Wan Yi Gong nor the Ming Xin Success was found.

Failure became the norm.

This day.

Su Chen walked out of a city, his face full of vicissitudes of life, and his face was full of beard.

The clothes are still the same, but the person is no longer the same person.

Looking from a distance, it feels like the end of a hero's twilight years.

He walked slowly, step by step, and his footprints accumulated traces of time.

"Two years!"

Arriving at the edge of the Zijiang River, Su Chen seemed to see himself two years ago, which seemed out of place with the reflection under the river.

In the past two years, he has traveled almost half of the Holy Yuan Kingdom, but he has not heard any news about Wan Yi Gong.

This made him realize that maybe there was no Wan Yi Gong in Sheng Yuan Kingdom.

He had to stop and think about whether to give up or continue searching.

Continuing to search means that in the end it may be all in vain, and giving up the search means that two years of hard work will be all in vain.

He looked at the turbulent Zijiang River and fell into deep thought.

Suddenly.

He saw the winding but still flowing downward river, and a gleam appeared in his eyes.

"let it go."

Don’t search persistently, don’t give up deliberately, just let nature take its course.

While appreciating different martial arts, looking for Wanyi Gong, even if you don't find it, you will still gain a lot of rewards.

Thinking like this, Su Chen gradually felt relieved and no longer struggled.

The journey he embarked on again.

This time, he slowed down and no longer rushed by like before.

But keep your feet on the ground and take care of yourself wherever you go.

The change in mentality allowed him to see more scenery, and it also increased his knowledge a lot.

A heart is surging in the world of mortals.

Over the next three years, he focused on understanding his own mind.

Although he has not completely given up on searching for the Wan Yi Gong, he knows that after five years of searching and going through tens of thousands of cities, he has not yet found it. The hope of finding it later will undoubtedly be much slimmer.

It's better to try another way and see if you can find your own true path to martial arts.

This road may be difficult, but no matter what, Su Chen will not give up.

Even if nine years have passed, Su Chen still has not found this path, and he will continue to look for it.

If there is no way ahead, then he will spend his whole life to find his own path to the true meaning of martial arts!

With such a firm belief, Su Chen traveled around the world and learned about the world.

Every footprint, every sight, every experience... became a kind of spiritual baptism, making his heart more transparent.

But he soon discovered that this understanding was not profound enough.

Just like a spectator, you may have different perceptions during the viewing process, but you cannot empathize with the people who have actually experienced these things.

This feeling became clearer as Su Chen's understanding deepened.

It was not until later that Su Chen realized that his heart was gradually becoming numb.

So he gave up measuring the world of mortals as an outsider and instead entered the game personally.

He changed his name to Yang Guo and embarked on this endless road again.

Li Dynasty.

An unknown dynasty was even weaker than the Daqian Dynasty, with only a few cities.

Half a year ago, the emperor of the Xiao Li Dynasty passed away, and the royal family was in turmoil. There were treacherous ministers who wanted to set foot on the throne and replace the Li family.

The young prince of the Xiao Li Dynasty escaped from the imperial city amidst the fight of the eldest princess and a group of guards and disappeared.

Just when everyone thought the prince had died, the prince returned one month later when the new emperor ascended the throne.

He told all his ministers the truth about the traitor's attack on him, and called on them to attack the traitor and put down the rebellion.

No one responded.

Someone volunteered to capture the prince for the new emperor.

Some people also tried their best to persuade him to abdicate in favor of someone more worthy.

Some people are sharpening their knives and displaying undisguised murderous intent.

The people have no way of knowing what happened. They only know that after that day, the prince returned to the throne and established a new dynasty.

Those who had betrayed the royal family were all imprisoned. This bloody massacre lasted for half a month.

The sky above the entire imperial city seemed to be covered with a faint layer of blood mist that would not dissipate for a long time.

After the killing, there is a new beginning.

A national master descended from heaven to assist the new emperor, and Xiao Li's dynasty thus opened a new chapter.

The national division had great talents and strategies, and worked hard to govern. Under his governance, the Xiao Li Dynasty became prosperous.

In less than a year, several small dynasties in the surrounding areas were included in the territory.

Xiao Li's dynasty became increasingly powerful.

Night falls.

The palace seemed particularly quiet tonight.

The frogs that usually chirped non-stop now all stopped and became silent as if they were discouraged.

The sound of rustling footsteps sounded, and guards with knives crept around a courtyard from all directions.

In the courtyard, a figure was lying lazily on the Grand Master's chair.

"Master Imperial Master, this is a century-old ginseng that was paid tribute by the Xiao Yuan Dynasty. The emperor specially ordered the imperial chef to make a soup for you and let the slaves serve it to you."

The palace maid held a bowl of ginseng soup in her hand. The ginseng soup exuded a strange fragrance, and a sip made people feel refreshed.

The young man lying on the Taishi's chair glanced at the palace maid, and said under the palace maid's nervous expression: "Put it down, I will drink it later."

"Yes!" The palace maid opened her mouth, but hesitated, then stood aside and served the young man.

After an unknown amount of time, the young man put down his book and saw that the heat in the bowl became thinner. He finally picked up the ginseng soup and drank it in one gulp.

After drinking, the maid took the bowl and left quickly.

"kill!"

Not long after she left, under the night, there was an earth-shattering sound of killing.

One after another figures sprang out from all directions, surrounding the young people in the courtyard.

However, even in this situation, the young man lying on the chair still turned a deaf ear, as if nothing happened.

"National Preceptor, the Emperor has an order. If the Imperial Preceptor is captured without restraint, the Imperial Preceptor will be spared his life." said the leading general.

The young man asked without raising his head: "Where are the others?"

"The emperor does not want to meet with the Imperial Preceptor, so he still asks the Imperial Preceptor to come with us."

Hearing this, the young man stood up slowly, stretched, and said, "Since he doesn't want to see me, I'll go see him."

"National Division!"

The leading general shouted loudly, and the surrounding soldiers drew their swords and stared at the young man eagerly.

It seems that if the young man makes the slightest move, they will take action to capture him.

"Stop, what are you doing?"

At this time, a cold voice sounded, breaking the rigid atmosphere.

"The eldest princess."

The leading general said a word of greeting without moving his hands even an inch.

"Who told you to attack Brother Yang? Put down all your weapons!"

The eldest princess is the little emperor's sister. Although she does not participate in government affairs, her status is very high, and even the little emperor respects her very much.

Normally, they would not dare to disobey the eldest princess's orders, but at this moment, no one listened.

The leading general noticed the eldest princess's gloomy expression. He looked as usual and said solemnly: "Please forgive me, eldest princess, and take action!"

He gave the order, and several female warriors came out and captured the eldest princess, unwilling to let her participate in this matter.

"Bold!" The eldest princess' pretty face turned frosty. She realized that the emperor's younger brother was going to attack the young man, so she quickly said to the young man, "Brother Yang, leave quickly."

The young man smiled nonchalantly, then turned his gaze to the tall building not far away and said, "Now that you are here, come out."

The sound was soft and slow, like thunder on the ground, spreading far away.

Not long after, a six-foot-tall young man came from outside the courtyard. He was the current emperor, only fourteen years old.

Seeing that the young man had discovered him, the little emperor had a complicated expression on his face, with a trace of unbearable flash in his eyes.

But he had planned tonight's plan for a long time. No matter what, the young man must die.

Only when the young man dies can he regain the imperial power and truly become the supreme emperor of the Xiao Li Dynasty.

"Emperor brother, why do you treat Brother Yang like this?" The eldest princess glared at the little emperor with anger.

The little emperor did not answer, but looked at the young man and said: "Master, there are all my people outside, you have been surrounded, you can't escape even if you don't have wings.

For the sake of helping me regain the throne, I can let you live, but from now on, you will not be able to step into the territory of Xiao Li's dynasty. "

"Royal brother..."

"Shut up!" The always gentle little emperor shouted and glared at the eldest princess.

The eldest princess was shocked by the sudden roar, and stared blankly at the little emperor with a pair of beautiful eyes filled with disbelief.

It seems that he can't believe that this is the emperor's brother he knows.

"Okay!" The young man accepted the conditions calmly.

After hearing this, the little emperor's tense expression relaxed slightly, and he waved his hand: "Come, send the Imperial Master away."

A group of soldiers stepped forward and surrounded the young man to prevent him from escaping.

The young man looked at the tearful eldest princess, then at the little emperor who didn't want to look at him, and sighed softly: "Actually, your sister is more suitable to be an emperor than you."

Hearing this, the little emperor's expression changed, and his voice suddenly turned cold: "Take him down."

Without any need for soldiers to take action, the young man stepped forward and soon disappeared into the night.

The palace regained its tranquility. No one knew that in just one night, power had been transferred quietly.

"Send the eldest princess back." The little emperor glanced at the eldest princess and said solemnly.

The eldest princess did not cry or make trouble, and was quickly sent back.

Looking at the retreating figure of the eldest princess, the little emperor's face gradually darkened.

"Your Majesty, if you let go of the Imperial Master so easily, I'm afraid there will be endless troubles!"

At this time, one of the ministers spoke up. Upon hearing this, the other ministers agreed and claimed that raising tigers was a danger.

The little emperor didn't speak. He thought of the scene when the young man brought him back.

At that time, all the palace guards took action, but they did not harm the young man at all. Instead, they were all killed by him.

It was precisely with the terrifying strength of the young man that he successfully regained the throne.

Now that the young man has left, who can guarantee that he will not come back in the future.

If he comes back then, can the palace guards alone stop him?

Take advantage of his illness and kill him!

A crazy idea came to mind. In order to deal with the young man, he not only mobilized all the troops he could mobilize.

It even poisons young people’s daily food and drink.

The bowl of ginseng soup just now contained strong poison. Although it was not known whether it could poison the young man to death, it would definitely have an impact on him.

Otherwise, the young man would not have agreed to leave so happily.

Thinking of this, the little emperor made up his mind and said: "Go, send someone to kill him for me."

"yes!"

Just as the soldiers were about to leave, a sharp voice sounded: "Your Majesty!"

Everyone followed the sound, and the little emperor suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and his face turned extremely white.

"Quick, call the doctor."

Seeing the little emperor vomiting blood, everyone was in a panic and the scene became chaotic.

"Brother Yang!" The little emperor tried to open his heavy eyelids, and a blurry figure was reflected in his pupils, and then gradually disappeared.

Finally, he slowly closed his eyes, feeling endless regret lingering in his heart.

"Your Majesty, he died!"

A moment later, heartbreaking cries rang out throughout the palace.

The eldest princess, who was in the boudoir, shed a line of tears when she heard these words, stood up slowly, and walked out of the room with a determined look on her face.

…

The young man is Yang Guo, and he is also Su Chen.

After leaving Xiao Li's dynasty, Yang Guo turned back into Su Chen.

After losing his status as the national master of the Xiao Li Dynasty, Su Chen did not feel at all disappointed. Instead, he felt relieved.

All this was within his expectations.

Ever since he solved the little emperor's internal and external troubles, he knew that this day would come sooner or later.

In order to avoid this day coming, he plans to leave the Xiaoli Dynasty after a while.

He served as the national advisor of the Xiao Li Dynasty for one year, and was blessed with all kinds of honors and powers.

All the glory that should be experienced has been experienced, and all the rights that should be possessed have been possessed.

There is nothing left for him to miss in Xiao Li's dynasty.

But after all, he still underestimated the patience of the little emperor.

Before he could leave, the little emperor couldn't wait to attack him and wanted to kill him.

But this poison is nothing to him.

"Human desires and ambitions, like snowy mountains and rolling stones, will only get bigger and bigger!"

Su Chen sighed softly. The little emperor was very ambitious. The big one could pretend to be Xiao Li's dynasty, but he couldn't pretend to be Su Chen.

He had long told the little emperor that Xiao Li's dynasty was too small and he would leave one day.

But the other party has neither the patience nor the vision.

In the end, die young.

As for the fate of Xiao Li's dynasty after that, it all depends on what the eldest princess can do.

A game about power ended quietly.

After leaving Xiao Li's dynasty, Su Chen embarked on the journey again.

After experiencing the superiority of the temple, Su Chen changed his name to Su Qier and became a beggar on the street.

From the high clouds, I fell down to earth in the blink of an eye.

The changes therein are unique.

The year passed by leisurely.

Su Chen transformed into a beggar, holding a dog-beating stick, traveling through various cities, wandering at the bottom of society, and heard different voices.

This is the most basic voice and the most real voice, a voice called poverty.

Different from the verbal battles at the top of the temple, the battles at the bottom are even more cruel.

As a beggar, I can understand this cruelty more intuitively.

Whether it's food to eat, a place to stay, or territory to claim, you need to rely on strength and ruthlessness to win.

The weak meat is eaten by the strong, and the performance is vivid and vivid.

All of this is so close to Su Chen, yet so far away.

Although he is a beggar, he is poor but optimistic.

It's not like other beggars who spend their days fighting for meager food, even at the risk of losing their lives.

Just focus on the present, not the future.

He is more like a capable man in beggar's clothes, doing beggars' things and living an ordinary life.

Being in it but staying out of it seems incompatible with a real beggar.

"It is easy to go from frugality to luxury, but it is difficult to go from luxury to frugality. After all, I am not a real beggar, and I cannot understand the hardships of the bottom class."

Even when he first traveled through time, Su Chen was much better than ordinary beggars.

I have a place to live and I have savings.

He can live in a temple and easily realize the power that power has over people's hearts.

But they are unable to get to the bottom and experience the cruelty of fighting for that one bite of food regardless of their lives.

A pretend beggar is not a real beggar.

His own conditions also restrict him from becoming a real beggar.

But it's not impossible.

After thinking deeply for several nights, Su Chen retrieved the Sky-Breaking Knife.

"If I want to become a real beggar, it's actually very simple. That is to let the Sky-Breaking Sword absorb all the energy in my body."

It took three nights to transfer all the energy in Su Chen's body to the Sky-Breaking Sword.

Dissipate most of the energy and blood, and then seal his own profound veins to prevent any elemental energy from entering the body.

After losing his vitality, Su Chen's body became weak. He was not a beggar, but better than a beggar.

He truly lived the same life as a beggar.

At first he was a little reserved, but the life instinct brought by hunger broke this reserve, and he began to work hard to survive.

Every day I was struggling on the edge of life and death, struggling to get through every day.

There is no goal, just want to live!