Kunlun Mountains.

Wei Yuan's physical body groaned, and a trace of pain appeared between his eyebrows.

The Queen Mother of the West was stunned and subconsciously reached out to press the young man's shoulder. Before her hand could land, a violent sound exploded in the void, like thunder. The Queen Mother of the West frowned, and the cloud patterns on the Kunlun Mirror moved more violently than ever before.

This meant that in the dream, when going back in time, he faced something extremely violent.

………………

During the Wu Zhou Dynasty.

A white-haired swordsman walked down Kunlun Mountain alone.

He had lost all memories of what happened on Kunlun Mountain, but he held a scroll tightly in his hand.

It couldn't even be called a book, but rather something like a rubbing. He walked down Kunlun Mountain in a daze, heading straight for the Tang Dynasty. During this journey of rapid travel, his memory seemed to slowly return, as if he had delivered a sword strike in a fierce battle.

In this state of occasional clarity and occasional chaos, he entered Chang'an City.

At this moment, Chang'an was still considered prosperous, but compared to the past, it had a bit more decadence, lacking the spirit of all nations coming to pay tribute. The swordsman staggered straight to Ci'en Temple, but his behavior was too strange, attracting the attention of Chang'an's guards.

As the white-haired swordsman walked towards Ci'en Temple.

The people on both sides looked at the white-haired swordsman with curiosity and incomprehension, as if looking at some strange being, crowding on both sides, curious but afraid to approach, unable to get any response.

The sound of iron hooves crashing down exploded.

Someone tried to pull the white-haired swordsman away, but couldn't move him at all.

Finally, the Tang Dynasty Lüben Army in armor stopped the strangely behaving man.

"Intruder, retreat immediately!"

"Retreat!"

After three warnings, the Lüben Army gritted their teeth and charged forward on their horses.

The still-dazed swordsman raised his eyes.

A boundless aura of sharpness spread out.

The warhorses all neighed and collapsed to the ground.

That day, the swordsman with grizzled white hair pointed with two fingers, and sword energy swept across the entire Zhuque Street, causing the earth to crack and the clouds in the sky to pale. When he rushed directly to Ci'en Temple, the monks who had already heard the sound hurriedly dodged, but an elderly monk recognized the visitor in surprise.

He hurried out.

The sword energy came horizontally, but when this seemingly unparalleled swordsman entered Ci'en Temple, the later monks said that at that time, they seemed to hear a gentle chanting sound, and the Buddha bell under the Wild Goose Pagoda rang on its own for some unknown reason.

The swordsman's eyes regained their composure, and he saw his fingers pointing at the forehead of an old monk.

People and horses were overturned all around, and there were cracks torn by sword energy everywhere.

Fortunately, he hadn't actually hurt anyone.

The old monk looked at the swordsman in front of him in disbelief, his face full of shock, his lips trembling: "Master Ancestor Chen... is that you, Master Ancestor Chen...?!"

The swordsman slowly retracted his palm and said, "...You are Putai..."

He recognized the clever young monk from back then, who now looked even older than him. The swordsman said, "So that's how it is, you're already so old."

"Master Ancestor Chen, what are you back for?"

The swordsman said slowly, "Where are Yuan Tiangang and Li Chunfeng?"

"I have something to give them."

There was an uproar around him, and even the generals who had been ordered to capture and stop the white-haired swordsman looked at each other in disbelief. One of the generals said, "This... it's already the third year of Tianshou. It's been almost thirty years since Master Xuanzang passed away."

"The two immortals, Yuan Tiangang and Li Chunfeng, have also passed away."

Chen Yuan was stunned and lost his mind.

The surrounding noises finally reached his ears.

………………

Today's news from Chang'an City spread all the way, becoming more and more bizarre.

But after all, this matter also had the capital to be passed down like this - the swordsman who once accompanied the Tang Dynasty's Sanzang Master on his journey to the West to obtain scriptures, had lived for a full ninety years, and was still able to use his fingers as a sword, defeating a full hundred of the Tang Dynasty's iron cavalry.

This strength, these methods.

Needless to say.

He had the demeanor of a true immortal. The last person who lived longer than him was Old Master Sun Simiao.

What's more.

Various mysterious claims were circulating among the people, such as that this person was actually a divine general from the heavens, or that Master Xuanzang had given him his entire cultivation, so now this Sword Immortal's swordsmanship was unparalleled, and he was also immortal. Ordinary people could take a step forward in cultivation with a little guidance.

And this immortal's blood was like a miraculous elixir, a drop of fingertip blood could save the dying and heal the wounded.

It was truly miraculous and unparalleled.

While Chen Yuan was pondering in the Wild Goose Pagoda, wondering what he had encountered on Kunlun Mountain, and what he had done, a general in bright light armor and a middle-aged man were waiting for him outside.

"I am Di Renjie, Fengge Luantai Pingzhangshi."

"His Majesty invites you."

Chen Yuan was silent for a long time, and finally, because he still didn't believe that Yuan Tiangang and Li Chunfeng had passed away, he flicked his sleeves and strode forward with the so-called Fengge Luantai Pingzhangshi. Di Renjie looked back at the white-haired swordsman, only to feel a burst of chills in his heart, as if he were on the plateau of the Nine Heavens.

As if seeing eight hundred miles of endless quicksand and three thousand miles of desolate snowy mountains.

As if seeing the Buddha, as if seeing the long wind.

Heartfelt admiration.

If such a character was a true immortal on land, then he would believe it.

When Chen Yuan walked towards the palace, he saw Wu Zetian, who was also over seventy years old and had white hair, in the empty and lonely hall. They looked at each other in silence, and finally the white-haired swordsman simply asked:

"Where are Yuan Tiangang and Li Chunfeng?"

The hoarse voice in the hall added a bit of Qing Leng Kong Kuang:

"How many years have passed, is Chen Qing treating Zhen like this?"

The swordsman stood with his hands behind his back, neither kneeling nor bowing. The surrounding guards shouted angrily in low voices and came towards the swordsman with weapons, but no one could touch a hair on the white-haired swordsman, not even the hem of his clothes, almost like a fairy.

The most elite guards fell to the ground, and the cold sword energy made the world a cold place.

"Tang Chang'an, swordsman."

"Chen Yuan."

The swordsman's voice was flat, "If you don't know, then I'll take it as a wasted trip."

Wu Zhao was silent for a while, and said:

"Zhen will let Di Renjie take you to see the backhands they left behind."

The backhand left behind?

The world is changing, could it be that even those two have passed away?

The swordsman was speechless, said thank you lightly, turned around and left. Although there were many guards, almost hundreds or thousands of them, no one dared to touch him. The white hair and no sword, the coercion exuded actually made the thousands of Wu Zhou guards who had formed a battle step back unconsciously.

A voice came from behind.

"Chen Yuan... It's been thirty years since we parted, do you have anything you want to say to Zhen?"

The swordsman walked forward step by step.

"I am also over seventy years old. I am not like you, I may not have a few years to live."

"Is it really so cruel?"

It was April, it was already spring, but although it was spring, there was still a faint winter chill, just like the first time we met, I leaned against the tree, and the little guy wrapped tightly was watching the swimming fish on the ground, and Yuan Tiangang was walking towards here.

The calls from behind did not move the heart of the swordsman.

Just... It seemed that at that moment, the soft voice did not remember whether it came from memory or behind, whether it was real or fake.

"Brother Chen..."

The swordsman paused.

That Ying Long once said to him, you are not like a swordsman.

A swordsman should be extremely focused on the sword, but your heart is too soft.

And the swordsman smiled and said, but I am first of all a person, a person who holds a sword.

When he turned around, he just had the idea of ​​meeting for the last time in this life, but soon, a sharp breath pierced his chest, and then directly pierced his heart. The domineering luck from the emperor successfully pierced his body when the swordsman was unprepared.

This scene made Di Renjie's pupils shrink.

The emperor's crown fell down, Wu Zhao held the rough and simple short sword made by the swordsman with both hands, and let the blade pierce his heart. Blood flowed down uncontrollably, and Lai Junchen used a bronze cup to collect the blood.

According to legend, when she was young, Wu Zetian, who was still a maiden, served as a female official beside Emperor Taizong, and Taizong had a beloved horse, Shizicong, but no one could tame it. Wu Zetian's answer was sharp and surpassed Taizong.

I need three things.

The first is an iron whip, the second is an iron rod, and the third is a dagger.

Whip it with an iron whip, and if it doesn't obey, hit its head with an iron rod.

If it still doesn't obey, cut its throat with a dagger.

When the sword was pulled out, the sky suddenly darkened, and the ministers saw in horror that the sun was swallowed up. Wu Zhao pulled out the short sword, her chest heaving violently, and Lai Junchen kept the blood of the Sword Immortal. According to legend, it was transformed into an elixir according to the methods circulating in the room.

The empress took it, and her fallen teeth were reborn, her white hair turned black, and there were signs of regaining her youth.

In addition to the eclipse of the sun, amnesty, and the name of the year was changed to Ruyi.

……………………

Heartache.

The eyes sank.

I don't know how long it has passed, Chen Yuan suddenly opened his eyes.

What he saw was a rather luxurious and quiet room. There was incense burning in the copper stove. A beautiful female official was quietly tidying up the incense. Seeing him wake up, she was surprised and hurried out. After a while, two old men walked in from outside. One of them was neither Confucian nor Taoist, but had a clear and elegant temperament. Before entering, he smiled and whispered.

"We meet again... Chen Yuan."

The swordsman covered his chest, sat up, and said calmly, "Is this your design?"

"Sort of."

Yuan Tiangang sighed: "...What exactly did you and Gengchen see back then?"

"The disasters of the world and the changes in the stars are happening so fast that even the boundless killing intent is directly locked on you."

"Therefore, Her Majesty the Queen killed you in public once."

"We took the opportunity to shield the secrets of heaven, and only then saved you from the boundless killing intent and the boundless death tribulation..."

Chen Yuan didn't say a word.

He flicked his sleeves and sent a stack of white paper to the table in front of the two Taoists.

"A rubbing of the He Tu Luo Shu, I only remember these."

"Everything else is forgotten."

Yuan Tiangang and Li Chunfeng looked solemn and took it over, saying:

"We will integrate this thing."

"Finally, we will co-author a book called *Tui Bei Tu*. If you remember it in the future, Chen Yuan, remember to find the original book we wrote."

"Time is running out, you should have a good rest..."

"Wait a minute."

The swordsman's voice was calm, and he asked, "Where is the Crouching Tiger Order?"

Yuan Tiangang was surprised, and finally asked for the Crouching Tiger Order and handed it to the white-haired swordsman. While writing and integrating the *Tui Bei Tu*, he came to visit him while the swordsman was recuperating. Finally, when the *Tui Bei Tu* was about to be completed, the swordsman had almost recovered. He gently stroked the waist card that had been circulating in his hands several times, and was silent for a long time, looking into the distance, and said:

"...Although I forgot a lot back then, I at least remember that the great calamity is real."

"Yes, what a great calamity."

Chen Yuan asked, "Is the *Tui Bei Tu* going to calculate future events?"

"I can only say, do our best."

"Then, can you help me reverse it a little?"

Yuan Tiangang was surprised, and then said: "What do you need us to help with? Just say it."

He paused and joked: "But ah, you said back then that you would never be a chess piece."

"You made fun of us for a while."

"Heh... How many years have passed, and you still remember."

The white-haired swordsman chuckled, then suddenly became quiet, not knowing what he was thinking. He was silent for a long time, just groping for the Crouching Tiger Order, which was like ink in texture. The front was written with the words "Sili Xiaowei of the Great Han", and the back was empty. He suddenly shook his wrist, pointed his fingers and dropped it, and wrote a word on the back of the Crouching Tiger Order, and said softly:

"However, this time, I am willing to enter the tribulation."

The swordsman stroked it for a moment, and handed the order to the man in front of him, flicked his sleeves and left.

"Use my remaining body to defend my China."

"Remember, Yuan Tiangang."

"In that life of the great calamity, my name is... Wei Yuan!"