80 Years Of Signing-In At The Cold Palace, I Am Unrivalled

Chapter 296 Xianyu War

After leaving the imperial capital, Lin Jiufeng began to travel around, and his first stop went to the site of Wanzu.

Among the ten thousand ethnic groups, he has never been to many ethnic groups, and now he has enough time to visit them one by one.

The so-called ten thousand clans, the big clans that are really worthy of Lin Jiufeng's visit, are only a few, and the others are not worth visiting.

In today's era, the Wanzu did not have the grand occasion of the past. At the peak, the Wanzu really had tens of thousands of ethnic groups. All of them had fake immortals. The more powerful ones all had immortals. At that time, the first ethnic group was also there. , Taikoo Shenshan is also slowly becoming stronger under the guidance of the dark gods.

That should be the pinnacle of the age of ten thousand races.

After all, Kunlun Immortal was a little immortal at that time, and it was just a fledgling. Although it showed unlimited potential, it was only potential.

If you don't realize your potential, you're a hooligan.

For example, when many people make mistakes, when others give excuses, they say the most.

He is still a child!

He still has a lot of potential!

It means the same thing.

You have great potential, so in history, what realm did the pinnacles of the same generation reach and what great contributions did they make?

Can you match each other?

Can you have one-tenth of each other's achievements?

If not, then the potential you are talking about is just potential.

At that time, Kunlun Immortal was like this. He was inconspicuous among all ethnic groups, and he was not too presumptuous. When the Primordial Divine Mountain was rising, he tried to resist, but with the help of the dark gods, he was defeated without any accident. .

Kunlun Immortal took down this grudge.

Then when the ten thousand races withered, he rose against the sky, entered the Eye of the North Sea, killed the dark gods who lived in seclusion here, and then set up a tomb to suppress the Eye of the North Sea for more than 10,000 years.

He himself took the first ethnic group to fight together, and he has never heard of it since.

Kunlun immortal is to turn his talent into strength. In the age of ten thousand clan peaks, immortals as talented as him, I don't know how many, but without exception, they all disappeared halfway, some died, some fell, some It is the wrong way.

In the corners of history, there are many such stories. These stories may be a speck of dust in the past history, but they are their whole lives.

Lin Jiufeng walked through the ten thousand clans, he went to the end of the sky, to the corner of the earth.

He signed, he realized.

He measures the earth with his feet.

He watches the clouds, he listens to the rain.

He walked through the world.

Every day, he goes to a place, and after signing in, he begins a new understanding.

The treasures signed in are random, and he doesn't know if it can help him, so he understands it by himself.

He could sign in, he took a shortcut.

But he never slackens.

He is willing to be lonely, cleans his heart in loneliness, and cleans up his impetuous heart.

Three months is neither long nor short.

In the past three months, he did not deliberately pay attention to the affairs of this world, and he did not care so much about the improvement of his cultivation.

He was repeatedly looking for his own shortcomings.

Or call it a weakness.

Find out and transform it.

This is what Lin Jiufeng is doing.

He successfully found several weak points, and then fixed them one by one according to these weaknesses.

Although it seems that the improvement is not big, it has made him a person without weaknesses.

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On this day, Lin Jiufeng raised her head and looked towards the horizon.

His eyes were dull and empty.

In front of him, there is a large lake.

The sunset glow fell on the lake like broken gold, reflecting gold in the sparkling waves.

In the distance, in the fields, the grains are swaying and clattering like waves, the wind blows the wheat waves, and the harvest year is coming.

Nearby, chickens and dogs smell each other.

The mountain village in the sunset is full of peace and indifference, like a paradise.

Lin Jiufeng has been here for three days, and he has not been there for three days, and settled down in the small mountain village.

He was burly, his hair and beard had grown wildly in three months, and his clothes were tattered, like a homeless man.

He is immersed in his own world all day, with little communication with the outside world.

He was going to leave here, but the village head of the village saw him in a daze, as if he had a mental problem, so he left him to live here.

"My Ascension Divine Dynasty is so prosperous, how can I let you go out and wander?"

"In such good times, as long as you work hard, how can you starve to death?"

"Although you have mental problems, you are tall and burly, stay here, and I will take care of you."

"I have become a god, and no one is allowed to beg. The old is supported, and the young are supported. This is an order issued by Emperor De."

"If you have a disability, it's easy to handle. I can send you to Xiaohe Town. There is a shelter for the disabled there. You will be given food every day, and there will be free doctors to treat you."

"But your health is good, so don't waste national resources, I'll take care of you."

The village chief patted Lin Jiufeng's tall shoulder, and then went out to instruct people to harvest the rice.

Lin Jiufeng sat on the small bench, with her back against the wall, watching a group of old men playing with a group of young children in the distance, laughing and laughing, and dogs barking by the side.

Full of life.

Lin Jiufeng narrowed her eyes and looked into the distance, her consciousness slowly awakened.

For the past few days, he has been immersed in his own world, so much so that the village chief of this village thought he had a mental problem and told him to stay.

He should have continued to move forward, not stopped.

But the world was a big dream, and he actually stayed in this village like this.

Listen carefully, look carefully.

This is the human fireworks.

The most ordinary, but also the most ordinary, but it is what many people outside the world yearn for.

This village is called Tianzhi Village. The villagers migrate from all directions and hide in the mountains and forests.

In the distance, Lin Jiufeng saw a green ox walking slowly, with a shepherd boy riding on it and playing the flute.

The flute is crisp and jingle.

Like a clear spring flowing in the desert, it is cool and refreshing.

He smoothed out the imbalance in Lin Jiufeng's heart.

A few days ago, he was still an immortal in the eyes of the world, aloof.

At this moment he is a lunatic.

Sloppy lunatic.

Staying in a small village, in the dark.

Lin Jiufeng's gap is too big, and her heart is a little unbalanced.

But now, in the shepherd boy's flute, all that was gone.

He remembered what he was going to do.

Three months have passed.

Lin Jiufeng raised her head and looked at the sky.

At this moment, there was no confusion or emptiness in his eyes.

Some are just infinitely firm.

Lin Jiufeng came to the lake, where there were several aunties washing their clothes, and a few half-sized boys in the shallow water were catching fish, full of laughter.

Lin Jiufeng used water as a mirror, looked at the savage-like appearance, and smiled calmly.

He condensed immortal energy, turned it into a razor, and took care of himself seriously.

He shaved off his beard.

He washed himself.

He tied up his hair.

He threw away his sloppy clothes, and the feathered fairy clothes glowed brightly, pure white and flawless.

Lin Jiufeng returned to her original appearance, that elegant young man.

That weak scholar.

The other people looked at him in disbelief. They didn't expect the transformed Lin Jiufeng to be so amazing.

Yes, stunning.

These people's evaluation of Lin Jiufeng is like this.

They had never seen someone like Lin Jiufeng before.

In the eyes of the world, an unparalleled immortal.

And Lin Jiufeng just smiled at them, and without hesitation, flew straight to the sky.

There, Xianlu opened an opening for him.

He was going to bury the fairyland.