I Shall Seal the Heavens

Two years later, Meng Hao was thirty-five years old. He had left his hometown for nine years, but in these nine years, he only went to two places, one river and one mountain forest.

Until this year, he met a group of robbers.

The bandit killed people, but he didn't kill him. Maybe he saw that he was still wearing a book long shirt and carrying a broken bookcase at this age. He was a little downcast, so the coquettish and beautiful bandit leader asked him a word.

"Will it be settled?"

Meng Hao shook his head, but he was still taken away and sent to the village. This is a very large village with thousands of people living there, most of them are family members of robbers, and there are many children.

Here, Meng Hao was arranged to be a teacher. It didn't take much to teach these children how to read. At least they had to be able to read bank notes and letters. This was the knowledge that a good robber needed to master.

This is the beautiful bandit leader, she demands of all bandits.

Time passed slowly, and Meng Hao also found peace of mind. He was teaching and looked at the sky, as if he was in Donglai County. He only occasionally thought of his master and his father's grave, which he hadn't gone back to clean for a long time.

There were dead people every month in the cottage, and in three years, they moved twice, until the fourth year, when officers and soldiers came, and the entire cottage faced a huge disparity between life and death, Meng Hao hesitated for a moment, and suggested that poison could be used.

At that moment, the north wind was hanging, and the officers and soldiers were in the south.

Meng Hao didn't know how he thought of it, but in his mind, there had been too much knowledge in these years, the poison...was refined by Meng Hao.

When the poisonous powder blew south with the wind, Meng Hao closed his eyes. For a long time, he heard a roar of excitement. That was a kill.

Zhaizi won. That night, thirty-nine-year-old Meng Hao was in his bed at midnight. A fiery woman came, that was the leader of the bandit, a woman who was as beautiful as a monster, but was very conservative on weekdays.

That night, Meng Hao's life changed. From then on, he no longer taught, but became a so-called military adviser. He has never experienced this kind of life before, it is very exciting and fresh, even though he is forty years old and has passed the passionate years, he still feels... a little addicted.

Murder, robbery, three years after that. Meng Hao's hands were not stained with a trace of blood, but with his help, the lives of these robbers died. But it is dozens of times higher than before.

until the winter of that year,

Meng Hao is tired, this kind of life is not his choice, he wants to leave, but this time the village. Due to the extreme complexity, his departure was rejected by the beautiful woman.

Then... after Meng Hao chose to persevere, the moment he walked out of the village, he was hunted down.

This hunt lasted for a year. One year later, when the hunt was over, Meng Hao was not dead. His body was full of exhaustion. He looked back hundreds of steps behind him. He was riding a horse and drew a big black bow. He was staring at his woman. She was also old, but the beauty was still there, with complicated eyes.

The wind blew past the two of them, Meng Hao turned around, took the bookcase when he left his hometown, and chose to go far away.

The arrow never shot.

This year, Meng Hao was forty-three years old. On a mountain, he saw a Taoist temple.

It was autumn, and the fallen leaves were scattered on the bluestone slabs, making a rustling sound when blown by the wind. The sky was a little overcast, and sometimes thunder thundered past, and it was going to rain.

Meng Hao lived in the Taoist temple. He watched the cultivation of those Taoist people and their daily life, and he felt a so-called tranquility before.

He felt that his hands were already stained with blood, which could not be washed off, but here, it seemed that it could be dissolved.

Two years later, when Meng Hao was forty-five, he let out a soft sigh.

"Since it still can't be resolved, then I won't resolve it." Meng Hao shook his head, bid farewell to the Taoist temple, and walked to a further world.

Until he came to the capital, and after living in the capital for a year, the country where he lived broke out in a war of annihilation with its neighbors. In this war, Meng Hao, even at his age, was still forced to join the army and started a war between the two countries.

In the second year after the start of this war, Meng Hao used the poison he refined. A devastating battle that shocked the two countries caused Meng Hao to rise up. He was no longer an ordinary soldier, but became a poison master.

In the fifth year, Meng Hao had become the commander in chief of this war, leading more than 100,000 soldiers, and hundreds of poison masters who were simply trained by him, to attack the city.

In the eighth year, the enemy country withdrew from the battlefield and could only defend passively. Meng Hao, who was in his fifties and whose reputation had caused a sensation throughout the country, entered the enemy country and launched a massacre.

The tenth year...Meng Hao was fifty-six years old. In the thirtieth year since he left his hometown, the enemy country was destroyed. When he returned to his own country, he was greeted with great grandeur.

He became a legend and was canonized as a national teacher.

It was like a dream, which made Meng Hao a little uncomfortable. After becoming a national teacher, perhaps because of his existence, or perhaps because of the prosperity of the country, the country he was in became an aggressive party and provoked another round of war.

One year, one year, when Meng Hao was sixty years old, he was tired of everything and left the army. On the way, he walked in a place where he had experienced war, and encountered the plague here. After saving some people, there was no national teacher ever since, and there was an extra elixir doctor in the world.

He traveled to more places, followed his youthful dream, walked over mountains and lands, as many people as he killed, he will save as many people as possible.

This walk is twenty years.

In the past 20 years, Meng Hao has traveled to countless countries and climbed countless mountains. He has saved many people. Gradually, the title of master alchemist has slowly spread throughout the land.

Until the year when he was eighty years old, Meng Hao looked up at the sky silently, his old face was full of memories of his life.

"My life has experienced too many truths, and my choice...what is it..."

"I didn't choose to be myself in the reflection of the river. I didn't choose to be a layman like a cloud in the mountains. I didn't choose to be a robber flying on wings. I also didn't choose to be a Taoist...Whether it's a poison master or a national teacher, I have given up... I thought that my final choice was to become a doctor of alchemy, but looking back now, this...was also not my choice."

"What am I pursuing all my life?" Meng Hao was silent, looking at the starry sky, he had no answer, only more and more at a loss, and then deep exhaustion.

He was homesick. In the autumn of this year, Meng Hao under the starry sky, he looked at the sky, but did not look at the leaves under his feet. They were blowing in the wind and condensed under the trees. He couldn't see the fallen leaves. But at this moment, he seemed to have become a fallen leaf. After leaving his hometown for nearly sixty years, he wanted to return to his roots.

Meng Hao left. It took him nearly fifty-four years to get here from his home, but now it only took him six years to return to his roots.

Donglai County is still there, but it is more prosperous than it was back then. Meng Hao's hair is full of white hair. Walking in the county, he can vaguely find some traces of previous years.

The courtyard is no longer there, and the wall that used to be there has long been pushed down, and now it has become a big house.

Meng Hao's home also disappeared over the years. The original location has now become an inn. Staring at the inn, Meng Hao stood there for a long time. Apart from the vicissitudes of time, Meng Hao turned and left.

He came to Master's door. The house was still there, but the person who opened the door was no longer a stranger. After asking, Meng Hao looked up at Dongshan not far away.

My father was buried there more than 50 years ago, and my master was buried more than 20 years ago.

Meng Hao sighed softly, carrying a jug of wine silently, went up the mountain, first went to his father's grave, looking at the grave full of weeds, Meng Hao remained silent.

"Even though this place is just an illusion, even though you are not my real father, but...you let me feel the fatherly love I lack, even if it is just a simple hug, just to let me sleep for a while..." After a long time, Meng Hao spoke softly. As early as 30 years ago, the moment he walked out of the Taoist temple, he had already understood everything. His own world was just an illusion, a test of apprenticeship.

And the real self is still in the world of Ziyun Xiantu at this moment, on that Zidong Mountain.

Meng Hao closed his eyes, left after a while, and came to the grave of the master, watching silently.

"There are three buttons for apprenticeship. The first button is when you are a naive child, the second button is when you go away, and the third button is Muwang... You gave me a lifetime to choose whether to worship you as a teacher. Everything in this illusion is not created by you. You just gave a point, and each person who tried it created a world for himself.

In this world, I released my heart, and I... went through all this, and finally came back here, I couldn't find what I was looking for...

Dan Dao? Obviously not. "Meng Hao murmured, picked up the jug, put it to his mouth and took a big gulp.

"Longevity? I'm not qualified yet." Meng Hao said softly, until the sun went down, and until the pot of old wine was finished, he didn't go for the third buckle, but turned around and walked towards Donglai County.

Meng Hao knew that after the third deduction, he would leave this illusory world, but he hadn't found the answer yet, he didn't choose to leave, but lived instead.

Since then, an old man lived in Donglai County.

Outside of this illusory world, in Ziyun Immortal Land, on Zidong Mountain, Chu Yuyan's eyes were filled with tears. She opened her eyes, but her eyes were truly sad, as if she was immersed in her world and forgot the truth.

After a long time, Chu Yuyan's body trembled suddenly, her eyes closed slowly, and when she opened it again, she was still dazed, but she soon regained consciousness with melancholy in her expression. After a long time, she raised her head and saw two people standing there at the top of Donglai Mountain.

One is Fang Mu and the other is Ye Feimu. Both of them have their eyes closed, one is silent and the other is dazed. The former is Meng Hao and the latter is Ye Feimu.

As for her, she was still dozens of steps away from the top of the mountain. Behind her, the other two participants in the trial were farther away.

At this moment, Ye Feimu's body shook violently, and he also woke up.

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I apologize again to everyone... Actually, I think it is still well written, ahem. ()