"Little Mirror, Little Mirror, your surname is Tian!" The old man's eyes began to turn red, and his hands were slowly spreading open. "It was the Tian family who raised you, gave birth to you, and provided for you. How dare you, how could you!"

"Rest assured, Uncle-Ancestor, Wu Jing's life;

If I am fortunate, I will return to the Tian residence and commit suicide after the horses trample Jiangnan;

If I am unfortunate, I will die on the battlefield.

In any case, after today, Wu Jing will have no old age."

"Who made you do this? Was it the Ji family emperor? Who is the emperor of the Ji family now? Who is it?"

"The current Emperor's name is Runhao."

"Ji Runhao?"

"Yes."

"Hahahaha, why, why? Although this old man hasn't been involved in worldly affairs for decades, I just want to ask why. Why does the Ji family have a great ruler, so my Tian family has to... no, that's not right, it's not just my Tian family, is it?"

"The Four Great Clans, not a single one will be left."

"You... you want to kill so many of the Great Yan clans that blood will flow like a river, blood will flow like a river! Aren't you afraid of Great Yan being in chaos, giving the barbarians, the Qian Kingdom, and the Jin Kingdom an opportunity?"

"In response to Uncle-Ancestor's words, the barbarian royal court has declined, the Qian Kingdom's border army is corrupt, and the Jin Kingdom is in internal strife.

This is a once-in-a-century opportunity for my Great Yan. Wu Jing doesn't want to miss it, nor does he want Great Yan to miss it."

"So, you're thinking about the future of Great Yan, and I, this old man, am just thinking about the interests of one family?"

"Indeed."

"Governing a large country is like cooking a small fish. Do you really think that the world will operate as you wish with such cruel methods? Will the people of the world be convinced?"

"In response to Uncle-Ancestor's words, the three strongest armies of Great Yan, the Zhenbei Army's 300,000 iron cavalry, the Jingnan Army's 50,000 vanguard and 50,000 rearguard, and the 200,000 Imperial Guards, are all in our hands.

Most of the clan's private soldiers have gathered in Tiancheng County,

The strongest army of Great Yan is in our hands, the righteousness of the Great Yan royal family is in our hands, and the once-in-a-century opportunity of Great Yan is in our hands.

Wu Jing is incompetent, but I can't think of a reason to lose."

"Little Mirror, you underestimate the clans of my Great Yan."

"Uncle-Ancestor, it is you who overestimate the clans, overestimate this group of maggots attached to the bone, overestimate this group of national villains."

"Since that's the case, Little Mirror, now that you're standing in front of this old man, is there anything else you need to teach me?"

Tian Wujing bowed again,

And said sincerely:

"Wu Jing, please let Uncle-Ancestor ascend to the heavens!"

"Good, this old man wants to see today if the good children of my Tian family really have the confidence to say such heroic words!"

Two rays of light shot out from the old man's crimson eyes, but they did not shoot directly at Tian Wujing, but scattered in the middle.

The next moment,

One after another, azure phantoms emerged from around Tian Wujing.

These figures were all the old man's appearance, but they belonged to different stages of his life.

Each phantom, some laughing, some scolding, some flamboyant, some aggrieved, each with a different demeanor.

And gradually, these figures, which originally looked very similar to the old man, began to change their appearance.

There were Tian's mother, Tian Bokai, other members of the Tian family, and even Ji Runhao, Li Liangting, Du Juan, and others,

Their words, their expressions, were like threads entwining you, hooking up your emotions, tearing cracks in your heart, and finally tearing it apart!

Cultivating the Dao is cultivating the Heavenly Dao, and it is also cultivating one's own Dao;

Questioning the Dao is questioning the heavens, and it is also questioning oneself.

Those with weak wills are not destined for Dao techniques. In order to cultivate the Dao, the old man abandoned his position as the Tian clan leader and imprisoned himself in a small Taoist temple for decades. His heart for questioning the Dao can be called as firm as iron!

This is,

A contest of mental states!

"Uncle-Ancestor, this kind of technique is useless to Wu Jing!"

Tian Wujing didn't swing his fist, or even make any indication. He just walked calmly towards the Taoist temple.

Everything around me has nothing to do with Tian Wujing, and it doesn't matter whether they exist or not.

This scene,

Was like someone riding the waves in the midst of a storm,

The surrounding torrents became the background and foil.

The old man looked at Tian Wujing who was getting closer and closer,

And scolded:

"You unfilial son who exterminates his entire family, your heart is indeed crueler than stone!"

Under this state of mind,

Even the most mysterious Taoist techniques could no longer shake his original intention.

Tian Wujing raised his head,

Looking at the old man on the roof eaves above,

He bowed again,

And said:

"Please let Uncle-Ancestor ascend to the heavens!"

"Then I'll have to see if you, this unfilial son, have such ability!"

The old man flipped his palm, and the peach wood sword that had been enshrined on the altar of the Taoist temple for decades immediately flew out, pierced through the eaves, and fell into the old man's palm.

"Today, this old man will eliminate you, this unfilial and unmotherly villain, for the ancestors of the Tian clan!"

The old man jumped down,

And the peach wood sword in his hand stabbed directly at Tian Wujing.

Tian Wujing clenched his fists with both hands, and the surrounding air waves suddenly exploded. Inside the Taoist temple, sand and stones flew everywhere, and even the crooked-neck tree was directly uprooted.

The old man's peach wood sword seemed unremarkable, but it had been refined by the old man with Dao techniques for many years, and it contained countless mysteries. This sword had the power to turn decay into magic, and even a warrior's physique could be broken!

The mystery of Dao techniques lies here, and the mysteries of Taoism are even more difficult to fathom.

The old man knew very well that this grandson of his was taking the path of a warrior, and that his willpower was particularly strong, so術法 was useless to him. He could only use this method of using skill to break force to first break his warrior foundation.

However,

The old man's figure was always blocked by this majestic air wave, and the tip of the sword always maintained a distance of more than ten feet from Tian Wujing's brow. No matter how the old man urged it, he still could not move forward!

This kind of rich qi and blood was like towering mountains, like boundless seas,

Tian Wujing just raised his head like this, looking at the peach wood sword,

And see if it,

Can pierce me!

The realm of a warrior emphasizes the rise and fall of qi and blood. That day, under Mianzhou City, Zheng Fan encountered the old man who used a double-headed spear. The old man was originally an eighth-grade warrior, but because he was old and weak, he was no longer as brave as he used to be. After fighting several barbarian soldiers, he was already exhausted, and was immediately beheaded by Liang Cheng after a stalemate.

And Tian Wujing was in his prime, with a body of qi and blood that was even more turbulent and surging, like a rolling river, continuous and uninterrupted.

Unless it was like that day when Shatuo Queshi was consumed by three thousand iron cavalry in a wheel battle outside the Zhenbei Marquis's mansion, it would be difficult to wear down his blood energy. Moreover, the old man in front of him was only one person.

On the other hand, Daoist techniques were natural, but when you faced an opponent whose heart was like a rock, who had even ordered the extermination of his own family, his body of Dao techniques simply could not find a breakthrough in his state of mind.

At the same time, the causes and reasons for everything were too rapid. Cultivators of the Dao emphasized predicting the enemy's moves, making arrangements slowly, and finally grasping the right time and place to slowly close the net in order to achieve success, rather than directly fighting face-to-face like this.

Most importantly, what a Daoist pursued was proving the Dao and achieving longevity, rather than seeking a body of horizontal training battlefield combat skills like a warrior.

And after the old man's術法 failed to work, he turned to using the peach wood sword to use skill to break force, which was precisely a desperate move. He actually used his own dying body to fight a young warrior in close combat!

"Third-grade warrior, third-grade warrior, Little Mirror, you have actually become a third-grade warrior!!!"

Tian Wujing replied:

"I dare not disappoint Uncle-Ancestor!"

"Good, good, good!"

The old man's chest heaved up and down, and a mouthful of essence blood was immediately spat on the peach wood sword. Suddenly, the crooked-neck tree that had been blown down by the air wave straightened up again and returned to its original position, and the tiles on the roof of the Taoist temple were also restored at this time.

Everything, as if time had been reshaped.

But all of this was actually fake, but when fake things were so fake that they were enough to be confused with the real thing, the effect they had was almost the same as the real thing.

In the dark, it seemed as if a giant hand had suddenly crushed down, and even Tian Wujing's third-grade warrior physique had a sense of precariousness at this time.

"This old man has imprisoned himself in this Taoist temple for decades, and every plant, tree, brick, and tile in this Taoist temple has been imprinted in this old man's heart.

This Taoist temple is this old man's Daoist temple. You actually dare to enter this old man's Daoist temple and fight this old man. In this Daoist temple, this old man is the heaven, this old man is the earth, this old man is the Dao!"

At this moment,

What the Jingnan Marquis was facing was no longer a dying old man, but the suppression and exclusion of this small world. The gilded armor on his body was already making cracking sounds, which was a sign that the armor was about to crack under the heavy pressure.

The situation,

Suddenly reversed.

The air waves around the Jingnan Marquis were being constantly compressed back by this world, and the old man's peach wood sword was getting closer and closer to the Jingnan Marquis.

The old man's face was even more flushed at this time, and his momentum, method, and术 even reached a new level at this time.

Hearing the Dao in the morning, one can die content in the evening.

The realm of a Daoist cultivator is generally difficult to measure with grades, one is because they rarely cultivate the art of killing and are not good at killing, and the second is that their realm fluctuates and is often too great.

The flush on the old man's face was the reflection of the light after a forced corporeal disintegration. He had already cut off his own vitality in order to stab this sword down!

At this moment,

The air waves around the Jingnan Marquis were compressed by more than half again, and the old man's peach wood sword finally came to the Jingnan Marquis.

The Jingnan Marquis's eyes met the old man's eyes,

This sword,

The old man was about to stab down,

But both sides knew,

This sword,

Could not kill a third-grade warrior.

But with the old man's skill, it was enough to use this sword to open a gap in Tian Wujing's physique, which was equivalent to forcibly breaching a dam!

From then on, Tian Wujing's martial path would be difficult to advance again, and even the time for his qi and blood to change from prosperity to decline would be advanced by at least seven years because of this gap!

Tian Wujing was not afraid, even at this moment, his eyes were still as calm as an ancient well.

"Buzz!"

The tip of the sword,

Finally stabbed Tian Wujing.

This was the first sword that a cultivator who had imprisoned himself for decades had stabbed out, and it was also the last sword.

People often say that one does not know the years in the mountains.

The old man never expected that the first day he came out after imprisoning himself in the Taoist temple, he would encounter the scene of his entire family being slaughtered, and the object he was going to stab this sword at was once the junior he valued the most.

At the moment when the sword stabbed down,

The old man's hand,

Trembled.

The tip of the sword did not stab Tian Wujing's brow,

But deviated,

The body of the sword bounced slightly,

And flicked Tian Wujing's left cheek.

………

"Sister, sister, tell me, who lives in this Taoist temple?"

"I heard from the aunts that a crazy old man lives here. Brother, you must never run here alone in the future. The aunts said that this crazy old man doesn't eat, but he has never starved to death."

"Then what does he eat?"

"He eats children."

"Sister, you're scaring me."

"Oh, didn't my brother say that he would become a great general when he grows up and fight the Qian and barbarian people? Why is he so timid? Cowards can't become great generals."

"I'm not timid, I'm not, I'm not timid."

"Okay, okay, my brother is not timid, he will definitely become a great general in the future."

"Yes, I will definitely become a great general in the future."

"Ah, the Taoist temple door is open!"

"Ah ah ah ah!!!!"

"Hahaha, I'm kidding you, look at how scared you are, how can you become a great general like this."

………

"Plop!"

"Hey, why is there a little baby sneaking in over the wall? Do you know what kind of person lives in this Taoist temple?"

"It's a madman who specializes in eating children."

"Oh, that's right, I love eating children the most. Children are good, their skin is tender and not greasy. Tsk tsk tsk, coat them in flour and deep-fry them in oil, oh my my my, the taste is so delicious, it's to die for."

"I'm not afraid of you!"

"Are you really not afraid of me?"

"I'm not afraid of you!"

"Why aren't you afraid of me?"

"I, Tian Wujing, will become a great general in the future, I can't be afraid of anyone, I can't be afraid!"

"Oh oh oh, whose child are you?"

"My father is the head of the Tian family."

"Tian Bokai's son, huh."

"You're not allowed to call my father by his name, I'm going to kill you!"

"Hahaha, then come on."

"Ouch, let go of me, let go of me, let go of me!"

"Tsk tsk, you're quite strong for such a young age, huh? You have perfect innate qi and blood, hiss..., little baby, let me ask you, didn't Tian Bokai ask someone to teach you martial arts?"

"You're not allowed to call my father by his name!"

"Hehe, you're a filial child."

"Ah!"

"This old man's seniority is higher than your father's, how dare you talk to this old man like this, I'll smack you to death!"

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

"Tell me, didn't your father ask someone to teach you martial arts?"

"My father asked someone to take a look, and that person said that I'm still too young, and my bones haven't grown yet, so it's more suitable to learn martial arts when I'm older."

"That's not wrong, how about this, you follow your uncle-grandfather and cultivate the Dao."

"I don't want to be a Daoist priest."

"Then what do you want to be?"

"I want to be a general, I want to be a great general."

"Oh oh, that's quite an ambition, what about after you become a great general?"

"I want to lead the iron cavalry of my Great Yan to crush the barbarian royal court, I want to go to the Qian Kingdom and bring back the Qian Emperor, so that the Qian people will no longer dare to call us Yan barbarians!"

"Tsk tsk, you little baby, you really have a big ambition, you want to be a great general, that's fine, you are indeed a good material for practicing martial arts, starting tomorrow, you come to your uncle-grandfather's place every night, and your uncle-grandfather will help you relax your body, so that you can achieve twice the result with half the effort when you practice martial arts in the future."

"Really?"

"Heh, would your uncle-grandfather lie to you, a junior?"

"Ah, don't pinch my face!"

"I'll pinch you, I'll pinch you, I'll pinch you!"

"Don't pinch me, I'm not a child anymore, only children get their faces pinched!"

"I'll pinch you, I'll pinch you!"

"Let go, I won't let you pinch me! If my face gets pinched, I won't grow up!"

"Alright, if you don't let this old man pinch you, this old man won't teach you martial arts."

"Then............then............"

"Then what? Why is the great general stuttering?"

"Then you pinch me, be gentle."

"Good, that's more like it."

"Ouch, it hurts!"

"Hahahaha............"

………

The old man flew out like a kite with a broken string,

The feeling transmitted from the sword body,

Told him,

The man in front of him,

Had grown up,

His face was also thinner,

And those cheeks, could no longer be pinched.

Tian Wujing raised his head, his mouth open, and his eyes were red.

His figure disappeared from the spot and appeared below the old man, reaching out to catch him.

Tian Wujing knew that earlier, the old man's desperate sword could have broken his foundation, but the old man had stopped at the last moment.

The old man in his arms was very light, unbelievably light.

The hostility on the old man's face had completely faded away, leaving only an emotion that could be called relief.

His hand, grabbed Tian Wujing's arm,

Taking advantage of the red tide on his face that had not yet dissipated,

He said urgently:

"The policy of誅滅 the clans, besides you and the Emperor, is there also the Zhenbei Marquis's mansion?"

"The current Zhenbei Marquis, Li Liangting, is already in the capital."

"The three of you, have the three of you already?"

Tian Wujing didn't speak.

"That's right, that's right, that's right, hehehehe............"

The old man suddenly laughed, and then he immediately stopped laughing,

And continued:

"Although this old man can't see, I can observe the celestial phenomena. In the past year, I have observed the stars twice at night. The first time, a comet suddenly fell at the junction of the northern desert of my Great Yan. The comet's light was uncertain, and there were too many variables. This old man doesn't know what it represents, whether it's a blessing or a disaster, it's hard to say.

A month ago, this old man discovered that the statue of the deity was broken, and observed the stars for the second time. Do you know what this old man discovered?"

Seeming to know that he didn't have much time left,

The old man didn't wait for Tian Wujing to answer, and continued:

"A black dragon is coiling around, the prosperity of the Great Yan's national fortune can be called terrifying, hehehe, that's right, that's right..."

"Unfortunately, a doctor cannot heal himself, and a diviner cannot divine himself. This old man thought that the Great Yan's national fortune was about to rise, and my Tian family could also be prosperous forever, but I never expected, never expected..."

If the clans are not eliminated, how can Yan prosper?

"Wu Jing, your Uncle-Ancestor is useless, I have imprisoned myself for decades, and I have only cultivated such a ridiculous state, but your Uncle-Ancestor can see that the qi of my Great Yan has already shown signs of boiling. The Qi refiners of the Qian Kingdom, the shamans of the Chu Kingdom, and the Tianji Pavilion of the Jin Kingdom, there are many more profound cultivators there who are more skilled than your Uncle-Ancestor. They can naturally see it too.

My Great Yan's iron cavalry is naturally unmatched in the world. You hold the position of Jingnan Marquis, and with the Zhenbei Marquis and this generation's Ji family ruler, if you are of one mind, who can be your enemy in the Four Kingdoms?

But...but you have to be careful, the change in national fortune is not only in matters of war. If they can't beat you on the battlefield, be careful of them using...using other methods.

Little Mirror, this old man's heart hurts a lot tonight, it hurts to death, really...really hurts to death...

But this old man is also happy...my Tian family's Little Mirror...Little Mirror...

Has really become a great general!"

After the last word was shouted out, the red tide on the old man's face dissipated, and his vitality was exhausted.

Tian Wujing put the old man on the ground,

And took three steps back,

Kneeled down,

And said sincerely:

"Respectfully send Uncle-Ancestor... to ascend to the heavens."

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Thanks to Larryyu for becoming the 72nd Alliance Master of The Descent of Magic.
Chapter 1 The Beginning