Chapter 1

Two hundred years of trials and tribulations, how many romantic figures have been washed away by the wind and rain, like the great waves washing away the sand. In the end, it is inevitable to be alone.

Sun En shook his wine glass, his deep eyes reflecting his own magnificent first half of life.

In his childhood, he was carefree in the Dragon Sparrow Sect, under the protection of his master, Cao Zhan...

The terror of Feng Qingxuan, the Holy Son of the Six Prisons, destroying the sect and slaughtering the clan, and the burning of Ten Thousand Dragon Peak...

Falling off a cliff, the pain of grinding off his fingernails and flattening his knuckles on the cliff face, the desperate struggle under the roasting of thick smoke and poisonous fire...

There was the white-haired old Daoist who descended from the sky, bringing hope and new life, and the demonic figures of the Six Prisons Demonic Sect who roamed the world...

There was sadness, joy, happiness, sorrow, indignation, and heroism...

In the first half of his life, he repaid his master's kindness, avenged his great revenge, eliminated evil from the world, and founded a sect.

All these deeds gradually settled to the bottom of his shaking wine glass, and then, mixed with the wine, he drank it all in one gulp:

"Da Dao, must one walk alone in the end?"

......

Whoosh~

The wind howled, and yellow sand filled the sky.

Dark clouds gathered in the sky, and electric snakes flickered, but no raindrops fell.

Outside the flickering Hanlong Inn, many martial artists waited quietly, while inside the Hanlong Inn, a few waiters looked around from time to time.

Although they had experienced a lot, they were still a little uneasy and flustered when they saw these martial artists who looked like they were not easy to provoke at a glance.

"Pfft~"

In front of the inn's gate, a plump young woman was leisurely cracking melon seeds, lazily glancing at the martial artists outside the door.

She then glanced disdainfully at her own waiters: "Look at you guys, so hopeless. The main players haven't even arrived yet, what are you afraid of?"

"Boss lady..."

The waiters smiled wryly. Of course, they also knew martial arts. Few people in the world today don't know martial arts, but who are these people outside the inn?

They are either great heroes who roam a region, or powerful figures who sit in a region, or at the very least young heroes from sects.

How could they be calm?

"What is this little scene? Back when my great-grandmother was around, even when Patriarch Wang Quan held a banquet here, she was still calm!"

The young woman spat out melon seed shells, her eyes very bright: "And she talked and laughed with Patriarch Wang Quan, the Devil Sovereign, the Killing Arhat, the Wheel King, and other peerless heroes..."

"Boss lady, please keep your voice down..."

Feeling the gazes that were all looking over, the group of waiters immediately felt their scalps tingle.

They had heard these words no less than hundreds of times.

"What's there to be afraid of?"

The young woman slapped the armrest, wanting to say something tough, but looking at the hundreds or thousands of pairs of eyes looking over, she also felt a little guilty.

How did her great-grandmother manage to talk and laugh in front of Patriarch Wang Quan and the others back then?

"Brother Sun is going to reenact what Wang Quan did back then?"

A light laugh came from the sky, and a figure, like a ghost, stepped out of the yellow sand, suddenly covering hundreds of feet, with a surging Qi.

He had already arrived in front of the Hanlong Inn.

The man was dressed in purple, his figure was tall and straight, and although he was no longer young, his appearance was still stunning.

With a sigh, tinged with vicissitudes, he looked at the gray-shirted Sun En on the third floor, whose temples were turning white, no longer as sharp-edged as before:

"What a magnificent spirit indeed!"

"The former master of the Blazing Sun Seven Kill Ruler, Wu Lingcheng! He, he actually came too?"

Some martial artists recognized who the person was and exclaimed.

Two hundred years is enough for most people to forget many things, but there are also many people whose traces in the world are still remembered.

For example, the former Eight Lords of Weapons.

However, Wang Quan Dao was too dazzling, that supreme grandmaster Wang Quan Dao Ren was too dazzling, overshadowing the figures of others.

After the eight great Celestial Weapons were merged into one furnace by Wang Quan Dao Ren, the name "Lord of Weapons" had completely become a thing of the past.

Replaced by the Wang Quan Dao Ren who is replaced every hundred years, and the Seven Sons of Wang Quan.

But as the last generation of Lords of Weapons, Wu Lingcheng's reputation, although not as great as Sun En's, was still remembered by many.

"Wu Lingcheng, I heard that you were defeated by Mu Qingliu. I thought you wouldn't come this time."

Seeing his old friend, Sun En's expression did not change, and his tone was very calm:

"Since you're here, come in."

"Brother Sun's edge is hidden, but his spirit is even stronger."

Wu Lingcheng's expression remained unchanged, and he praised, stepping into the building. The boss lady and a group of waiters followed up to greet him in a flurry.

Wu Lingcheng's arrival seemed to break a certain balance.

One after another, powerful figures walked out of the yellow sand, some were disheveled ascetics, some were Daoists in plain robes, some were armored generals, some were monks in cassocks, some were beautiful nuns, and some were Jianghu heroes coming with swords.

"Zen Master Su Yue, she also came? I heard that she has long since stopped caring about worldly affairs."

"The contemporary Grand Dragon Gate Master, Yan Qing, he also came!"

"Huangjue Temple, Master Ku Chan..."

Imperceptibly, outside the Hanlong Inn, the hearts of the many Jianghu people who had come from thousands of miles away felt a sense of oppression.

Wang Quan has been in power for more than two hundred years, and the world has changed a lot.

He used spiritual rice to circulate throughout the world, spread the Wang Quan Dharma, and while establishing order, he also truly changed the path of the world's martial artists.

True powerhouses emerged in large numbers.

Two hundred years of changes, the great waves washing the sand until now, those who can come here are all outstanding.

And those who are qualified to enter the Hanlong Inn, at the very least, are all top experts who have cultivated Yin Yang Wuji, only one step away from stepping into the Celestial Realm!

If they have a Celestial Weapon in their hands, they may not be able to open the Celestial Gate!

"Old, old..."

Amidst a light sigh, a white-haired old man coughed lightly as he walked out of the crowd, heading towards the Hanlong Inn.

"Old senior, the inn is full of saber intent, you can't enter it rashly!" Someone saw that he seemed to be breaking in, and couldn't help but shout out.

Jianghu people are the least fond of following rules. What can make them stay quietly and not dare to cross the line is naturally the Dragon Sparrow saber intent that permeates the inside and outside of the inn.

Although there is no killing intent, those whose Yin and Yang have not been unified cannot step into it.

However, the old man turned a deaf ear and still walked towards the Hanlong Inn unhurriedly.

"Wait, that old man..."

Someone was also stunned, thinking hard, and finally remembered the old man's identity: "He, he seems to be Fan Zimin!"

"Huh?"

Hearing these words, the white-haired old man stopped, looked back at the person who spoke, and nodded in approval:

"Young hero has good eyes."

"Uh."

The man was stunned by the look, feeling inexplicably guilty.

Fan Zimin ignored the others and walked into the Hanlong Inn, step by step, towards the third floor.

The Hanlong Inn has been renovated several times in the past two hundred years, but its style is still the same as it was two hundred years ago, without much change.

Fan Zimin has been searching for his ancestor for many years, and has come to this Hanlong Inn countless times, so he is naturally very familiar with it.

The third floor is not large, and there are more than a dozen people at this time, but it already seems a bit crowded.

"You are, Senior Fan?"

Fan Zimin walked into the third floor and was immediately recognized. Many people immediately stood up, cupped their fists, and saluted.

Many people present recognized Fan Zimin.

Although Fan Zimin rarely shows his face in public, his writings are widely circulated throughout the world, and in any city, any restaurant, or teahouse, there are his disciples telling stories.

In a sense, he is also a founder of a school.

"Talented people emerge from generation to generation, each leading the way for hundreds of years. Only now do I understand the true meaning of what the ancestor said."

Looking at the dozen or so people present, Fan Zimin felt a sense of emotion.

The former Eight Lords of Weapons, although they no longer have Celestial Weapons, the years they had the blessing of Celestial Weapons were enough to transform them.

But until now, only Wu Lingcheng, Sun En, and Mu Qingliu are still active in the Jianghu.

The endless emergence of young masters, except for Wang Quan Dao, seems to be changing everything.

No one would have thought that a grain of spiritual rice planted by the ancestor back then would have caused such earth-shattering changes in the Jianghu martial arts world.

"Senior Brother Fan, have you been well?"

Sun En, who had not stood up when everyone arrived, stood up at this time, holding wine in front of Fan Zimin:

"It's been a long time. I went to Wang Quan Mountain the other day to meet with my fellow disciples, but I didn't see Senior Brother. It's just right today."

Fan Zimin serves Wang Quan as a teacher, and Sun En considers himself half a member of Wang Quan Dao, but the two have always addressed each other as fellow disciples.

"Junior Brother's changes these years have been even greater."

Fan Zimin took the wine, drank with Sun En, and then felt something in his heart.

Two hundred years of changes, those who have passed away will eventually be eliminated. Sun En has gone against the current to this point, with the power to step into the Celestial Gate. He naturally understands the hardships involved.

"Senior Brother, sometimes leaving a way out is not necessarily a good thing. If there is retreat, there is no advance. You should know this principle."

Sun En stared at Fan Zimin, his words having a deeper meaning.

He naturally knows what An Qisheng left behind, but that, although it can make people live forever, is not what he wants.

Even, he thinks that it is the worst thing that Grandpa An left behind.

"Everyone has their own aspirations."

Fan Zimin shook his head and said no more.

"Alas!"

Sun En sighed in his heart, but did not say much. He just took a step forward, raised his hand, pinched Qi into a cup, and brought in fine wine.

With a wave of his hand, more than a dozen cups of wine flew towards everyone present:

"I, Sun, am honored that everyone has come here today. Please drink this cup to the fullest."

Everyone took the wine.

"Hero Sun is too polite. How could we not come to such a grand event?"

A Daoist smiled and drank it all in one gulp.

The others did the same.

Wang Quan has been spreading the Dharma for two hundred years, and the ultimate techniques may be in Wang Quan, but its essence has long been spread throughout the world. Everyone present has cultivated both internally and externally, and they have also cultivated Yin Yang Wuji together.

They are not afraid of being poisoned at all, and Sun En, as a person, has always acted openly and honestly, just like his name, he must repay any kindness. If he does not repay it in one generation, he will still not forget it in three generations.

He will not poison people at all.

"Good!"

Everyone drank it all in one gulp.

Then they heard Sun En speak again, his tone sonorous like the sound of swords clashing: "It's a pity that some people don't dare to come, for fear of becoming ghosts under Sun's knife,

Stepping stones,

It's a pity,

It's a pity, it's a pity..."

Three consecutive "it's a pity" echoed.

The wine entered his stomach, and the cup fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.

Sun En has already stepped into the air, his figure turning into a stream of light, like burning, like turning into a rainbow, directly disappearing into the sky:

"The road to the Celestial Gate is far away. If you all have the opportunity, we will meet again next year. I, Sun, will definitely drink to my heart's content with you all!"