Longevity, starting from raising chickens

The power of incense comes from all living beings in the world.

As time went by, under the management of Song Dongyang and a group of heavenly guardian gods, the population of the four continents became larger and larger, and the incense naturally became more and more prosperous, but it would not increase suddenly for no reason.

Such changes naturally attracted Wang Ba's attention.

His mind moved slightly and his eyes focused on the world, and he immediately understood what had happened.

At this moment, a ray of spiritual light came from the realm, passed through the dojo, and landed directly outside the secret realm. It then transformed into the figure of a scholar, who bowed respectfully towards the secret realm, and a voice came from afar:

"Disciple Song Dongyang, I want to see the teacher."

Wang Ba withdrew his gaze and was not surprised by Song Dongyang's arrival.

But remembering that he had paid little attention to this second disciple over the years, he said:
"come in."

"Yes."

Song Dongyang straightened his robe, adjusted his hat and sleeves, and made sure that he had not behaved inappropriately before striding in.

Seeing Wang Ba, he bowed again:
"Dongyang has met the teacher."

Wang Hao nodded slightly:

"I already know your intentions... This matter is also my fault for not thinking things through. This evil animal has been noisy since childhood, and all the other animals dislike it. It has few playmates, so it made such a big mistake, which has caused you a lot of trouble."

Song Dongyang said quickly:

"How can I blame the teacher for this? It's because I am not strong enough and dare not act rashly."

Wang Hao nodded.

Song Dongyang entered the way of gods through the method of divine patterns, and was in charge of many guardian gods. With the incense and offerings from all living beings in the world, his improvement was quite fast.

But even so, he is only at the perfect stage of Spirit Transformation now, while that evil beast has followed him for a long time, and swallowed the source of chaos outside the realm in his early years, and has already reached the early stage of the sixth level.

How could Song Dongyang suppress it at the moment?

Thinking of this, Wang Ba thought for a moment and took out a wooden tablet from his sleeve.

The tablet fell directly into Song Dongyang's hands.

"This item was obtained from the Guantao Realm. It contains thousands of inheritances, all of which are extremely mysterious. You can take it back to comprehend and appreciate the divine patterns within it."

Song Dongyang's eyes flashed with joy, but he did not lose his composure. He respectfully raised the tablet above his head and saluted Wang Ba, saying in a serious tone:
"Thank you for your gift, teacher."

Wang Ba felt a little helpless when he saw this.

Although this second disciple has a steady and decent temperament, he is a little too rigid and dull.

However, this was also influenced by his experience in the mortal court.

He shook his head slightly and was about to take action.

But suddenly a surge of emotion came into my heart:
"Ok?"

Wang Ba's heart moved, and he immediately raised his hand and counted with his fingers.

Soon, an unexpected smile appeared on his face.

Seeing this, Song Dongyang felt a little curious:
"I wonder what made the teacher so happy?"

As if he had noticed Song Dongyang's thoughts, Wang Ba smiled without explaining:

"You can go to the border on my behalf."

……

Amidst a noisy sound.

"Yao, it's time to take medicine."

In a simple but clean and tidy wooden house.

The light is dim.

An old woman with gray hair and wearing a simple linen dress pushed the door open, holding a bowl of black medicine, and walked in, speaking softly.

The old woman was quite tall, and although her hair and skin were gray, one could still see some of her former grace.

The room was filled with a strong smell of medicine and occasional coughing sounds.

Hearing the old woman's voice, the coughing stopped slightly, and then sighed:
"You are seriously ill and will not live long. These medicines are too bitter...would you like to stop drinking them?"

The old woman interrupted angrily:
"What nonsense! This is made by the miracle doctor himself for you..."

"Cough cough..."

Another violent coughing sound.

The old woman's face suddenly changed color, and she hurriedly walked forward with the bowl of medicine.

Through the dim light, she saw a pale, haggard old man, hunched over on the couch.

The violent coughing affected my entire body, and I could even see veins popping out on my neck and arms...

The old woman hurried forward, supported the old man, and patted his back gently, with a flash of deep heartache and love in her eyes.

The old man's coughing finally stopped.

He recovered and, with the help of the old woman's arm, sat up with difficulty, leaning on her body, smiling bitterly and shaking his head slightly:

"No, it's just not possible. I know my own situation and I have to go..."

The old woman couldn't help but said:
"Don't talk nonsense! The miracle doctor said you still have many years to live!"

"Ah……"

The old man chuckled with difficulty, but there was only calmness and composure in his eyes:

"Since I came to this world, I have been like a tree without roots, but I have been able to subdue all tribes, establish a witch country, formulate a calendar, and build water conservancy projects. This has never been done before me...Isn't this destiny? Destiny is in the hands of God, so what good is a divine doctor?"

Hearing this, the old woman couldn't help but look at the old man in front of her, who looked haggard but still as free and unrestrained as he was back then. Her eyes were filled with admiration and complexity like that of a young girl, and her tone softened as she whispered:

"I know, I know you don't care...but let's just listen to the doctor, okay?"

When the old man heard the old woman's almost pleading tone, he couldn't help but turn his head and look at the old woman.

Her skin and eyes were obviously no longer as lustrous and wild as they once were, but they still made him slightly dazed at this moment.

He gently stretched out his shriveled hand and stroked the old woman's face slowly and carefully.

It seemed as if he was afraid of hurting the other person.

The calmness and composure in his eyes quietly disappeared, and were replaced by a touch of pity and reluctance:
"Xuan Wen, the only thing in my life that I feel is not enough is the time I spend with you... It's too little, cough, cough, cough..."

The violent coughing turned him into a hunchbacked old man again.

The coughing hurt so much that even saliva started to flow and I cried bitterly.

The once invincible king is now no different from an ordinary person.

Xuan Wen looked at the old man in front of him, with only sadness and powerlessness in his eyes.

This is the fate of a witch. All those who practice the "Zhenwu Sutra" inherited from the Wu Kingdom will have to endure the extreme pain of having their blood and energy dissipated and returning to their mortal bodies when they grow old.

She had seen too many examples of this.

But no one she had ever met was as miserable as Yao.

Because other people will only feel pain for a few days, and then die due to the loss of blood and energy and the shrinking of their bones.

But Yao has been in pain for several years!
She really couldn't bear to see Yao suffer like this, but she also couldn't bear to let him go.

This complicated mentality made her suffer every time she saw Yao.

"Has the next leader of the Wu Kingdom not been found yet?"

Yao coughed twice, then stretched out his shriveled palm and covered his mouth.

Xuan Wen came back to his senses and shook his head gently:

"No, the few people nominated are not convincing enough..."

Yao heard this, put down his palm, and couldn't help but sighed:
"It seems that this system needs to be adjusted. I originally thought that the position of the Lord of the Witch Nation does not need to be retained, but now the time is not yet ripe, so it can be regarded as a transition..."

Speaking of business, Xuan Wen's face became serious, and he frowned and said:
"The Witch Nation has only been established for a few decades. If even the position of the Lord of the Witch Nation is lost, some people will lose hope, which may not be a good thing. Now that you are here, you can still suppress them, but once you are gone..."

She was just making a rational judgment, but when she said this, she couldn't help but feel a pain in her heart.

"You are right. We should not be too eager for success or rush into anything. Each generation has its own things to do."

Yao nodded weakly.

Although he was terminally ill, his mind was still clear.

But at this moment, he suddenly thought of something, looked outside weakly, and asked doubtfully:

"Outside... there seemed to be some noise before you came in. Is there something going on?"

Xuan Wen's expression did not change at all:

"It's just that those kids were making some noise outside, what could happen?"

"Is it?"

Yao slowly sat up straight, narrowed his eyes and stared at Xuan Min.

Although he was already a dying old man, at this moment, he still exuded a majesty that made people subconsciously feel timid. His voice was hoarse:
"to be honest."

Xuan Wen pursed her lips and shook her head slightly:

"Nothing, indeed."

"Hyun-Min!"

"Cough, cough, cough, cough..."

Yao coughed violently.

"Why are you still worrying so much about this?"

Xuan Wen patted Yao's back, with anger and heartache in his eyes, but he still told the story:
"Since this morning, for some reason, nine suns suddenly appeared in the sky. It should have been late at night, but they have been shining all the time... The high temperature has evaporated the snow, and the water in the volcanic lake is almost dry."

Yao, who had recovered, suddenly changed his expression:

“Even the volcanic lake has reached the bottom?!”

Volcano Lake is the largest lake in the continent. It is said to originate from outer space. Because it is located in an area with dense volcanoes in the southeast, it was called Volcano Lake by the former Fire Clan. After the Fire Clan was incorporated into the Witch Clan, this name was passed down.

This lake is thousands of feet deep and rich in resources.

Some people have also dug ancient ruins there.

Even the bottom of this volcanic lake can be seen, which shows how poisonous and fierce the fire of the sun is.

"Why did you just tell me...are there any casualties among the people?"

He couldn't help asking almost immediately.

Xuan Wen looked at Yao's sick body and shook his head:

"Many people fainted from the heat, but fortunately they were treated in time, and the water witches in the city were also sent to various places to rescue and harvest crops, but..."

She hesitated, then said:

"If we allow these ten suns to continue to fly in the sky, I'm afraid that ordinary witches, first-level and second-level witches, will not be able to withstand it... The crops will not be able to survive. Without food, we won't be able to hold on for too long."

This news immediately made Yao frown.

Soon he felt a pain and itchiness in his throat again. He quickly covered his mouth with his hands. His body was shaking violently and his lungs seemed to be about to explode, but he still tried not to let the coughing affect his thinking.

But just then.

Suddenly, there was a very light knock on the door.

Although the knock was light, there was a hint of urgency in the knock on the door, showing the anxious mood of the person knocking.

Xuan Wen couldn't help but frown, feeling a little annoyed:
"I told these bastards not to bother you..."

"Since you're knocking on the door... ahem... there must be something going on. Go open it."

Yao loosened his hand, his face pale and weak, but he still started to make arrangements.

Xuan Wen felt helpless when he heard this. He waved his sleeves and the not-so-wide door opened.

A young guard with fiery red hair and sweat on his forehead stood in front of the door. He looked at Yao hesitantly, then at Xuan Wen, as if he was hesitating about who to report to.

Xuan Wen said coldly:
"If you have anything to say, just say it here!"

Upon hearing this, the young guard did not dare to delay and said quickly:

"My Lord, a warrior just picked up the Emperor's Bow!"

"Imperial Bow?"

Yao and Xuan Wen were both stunned.

Then Yao was surprised and happy and said:

"Who is this man? Bring him to me immediately... No, I will go to see him!"

The Emperor's Bow is the crimson divine bow that came from outer space when the three tribes were about to fight.

Although Yao knew its real name, people in the world had their own explanations. Therefore, the bow laid the foundation for Yao to unify all the tribes. Also because Yao once said in public that whoever could pick up this bow could be called the master of the three tribes, it was named "Emperor Bow".

After unifying all tribes and establishing the Witch Kingdom.

Yao deliberately placed this bow outside the capital for people from all over the world to try.

But no one has been able to pick it up yet.

Therefore, those who can gain the recognition of Emperor Bow are definitely not ordinary people.

This is also the reason why Yao can't wait to meet the other party.

Xuan Wen was not as expectant as Yao. She frowned slightly, gently held down Yao who wanted to get up, and turned to look at the guard:

"Where is he now?"

Your young guard immediately looked helpless: "This... he took the Emperor's bow and left."

"gone?"

Yao and Xuan Wen were both a little surprised.

"Where did he go?"

Xuan Wen couldn't help but ask.

"I don't know. Our people didn't catch up with him, so we just watched him run southward."

"The South? What is he doing in the South?"

Xuan Wen couldn't help but frown.

Yao's eyes suddenly lit up:
"I know what he's going to do!"

"what?"

Xuan Wen was a little confused.

"You, you take me to have a look!"

Yao didn't bother to explain anything. He pulled Xuan Min's arm and urged her repeatedly.

He was no longer able to leave, and could only walk with the help of Xuan Wen.

Xuan Wen hesitated: "But your body..."

"If I can't see it, I will be very sad!"

Yao stared at Xuan Wen and said in a deep voice.

Hearing this, Xuan Wen finally nodded helplessly.

He gently embraced Yao, and a thick blue blood energy wrapped around him. The next moment, the two of them disappeared into the wooden house.

There were strong winds blowing all around, and it was particularly hot compared to usual days.

Especially for Yao, who was becoming increasingly weak, he felt as if even his breathing was hot.

Xuan Wen noticed Yao's discomfort, and the blue blood energy quickly enveloped him.

Yao finally felt better and looked towards the south.

Sure enough, in the southern sky, ten huge fireballs were burning, releasing extremely hot flames.

Either circling or flying up and down.

There is no regularity.

Faintly, one could even hear the annoying noisy sounds of birds.

Even through this layer of blue blood, there is still a feeling of heat.

Yao's face turned paler.

Looking down, I saw that the ground below was already scorched and withered. The places that were originally covered with ice and snow were now steaming like a steamer that had just been opened.

"If this continues, I wonder how many people will starve to death by next spring!"

Yao was worried.

Xuan Wen also remained silent.

She saw more than Yao and was more aware of the great disaster that the ten suns in the sky would bring.

But now Yao is already in a weak state, and she really can't bear to let him worry about her anymore.

Xuan Wen was extremely fast. In just a blink of an eye, no one knew how far he had gone.

But the warrior who took down the divine bow was nowhere to be seen.

"Did that man really go to the South?"

Xuan Wen couldn't help but doubt.

However, under Yao's insistence, they had to continue flying south.

As they got closer to the Ten Sun, the feeling of heat became more and more intense.

Finally, they saw a huge group of mountains rising from the plain and reaching into the sky.

"We've arrived at Sanzang Mountain!"

Xuan Wen suddenly spoke up.

What a blessed place!
There is a poem that says: The peaks are lined up in the distant sky, and the mist and rain are shrouded in the sky.

However, at this moment, there was no more mist or rain on the Sanyi Peaks, and all the grasses and trees on them were withered and dead.

However, Yao and Xuan Wen couldn't help but cast their gazes towards the highest point among the peaks.

At the top of the mountain, a man in his thirties, dressed in simple clothes, was holding a large crimson bow and looking up at the ten suns in the sky.

This man had a lion nose, a wide mouth, a resolute face, and long hair tied up casually and falling on his shoulders. Although he was dressed simply, his temperament was transcendent and unworldly, outstanding and impressive.

Seeing this person, Yao couldn't help but be shocked.

"what happened?"

Xuan Wen noticed Yao's reaction in his arms and asked quickly.

Yao's eyes flashed with confusion. Looking at the figure on the mountain peak who was looking up at the sun, a hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes:
"...I should know him, and he seems very familiar to me...but I can't remember his name..."

"You know him?"

Xuan Wen was a little surprised.

But there was no time to ask more questions, as his attention was attracted by the figure in the distance.

There was a hint of surprise in his eyes:
"What is he going to do?!"

But the man actually pulled out a crimson arrow with his backhand, then quickly bent the bow and put the arrow on it, with the string like a full moon, aiming at the ten suns in the sky.

Then—bang!

There was a crisp sound like breaking gold and jade!

The next moment, a stream of crimson light streaked across the sky, whoosh—

Above the sky, a ball of fire suddenly froze, and then the flames on it trembled violently. Then, a pair of fiery red wings stretched out from the fireball, but with a shrill wail, it fell straight down in the astonished eyes of Yao and Xuan Wen!

The flames flowed all over the ground...

At this moment, everyone in the four continents was shocked when they saw this scene!
"The sun... the sun was shot down!?"

In front of Sanyi Mountain, Yao couldn't help but push Xuan Wen away, stood up straight, looked at this scene excitedly, and praised loudly:
"Good! Good!"

Xuan Wen also looked at the figure on the top of the mountain with surprise.

At this moment, he did not stop after shooting down a sun. Almost at the same time when he shot the first arrow, another arrow was already placed on the crimson bow!
All I heard was eight consecutive 'ding' sounds!

shhhhhh!
Rays of crimson light streaked across the sky like shooting stars.

And the remaining sun in the sky almost fell in response!

Eight in a row!
The man wanted to shoot again, but when he touched the quiver behind him, it was empty.

He immediately realized that this imperial bow was only equipped with nine arrows.

And the sun in the sky finally reacted at this moment.

It was instantly frightened and its true form was revealed in panic, which was a three-legged golden crow.

It flapped its wings and flew away into the distance as if escaping.

The man stood on the top of the mountain, watching the Golden Crow escape with a slightly cold look in his eyes. He simply put down the crimson bow, flew into the air, and was about to catch up.

But at this moment.

A gentle voice came over:

"Haha, little brother, you have already shot down nine suns. If you shoot down the last one, there will be no sun in the world. Isn't there only darkness?"

The man's face froze and he instinctively turned around, only to see a middle-aged man with complicated and strange clothes and eyes as bright as stars, smiling at him.

"You are……"

The man frowned in confusion.

"Haha, I'm Song Dongyang."

The middle-aged man chuckled and bowed to the man.

Seeing this, the man hurriedly returned the greeting awkwardly, but then he looked at the flying Golden Crow and couldn't help but frowned and said:

"This bird committed such a serious mistake, but just because it is indispensable, it will not be punished at all?"

Song Dongyang shook his head upon hearing this and said seriously:

"Of course not. If you make a mistake, you should be punished."

“This is one of the reasons why I came here.”

The man frowned slightly, but did not speak.

Seeing this, Song Dongyang knew that the other party did not believe his words easily. He smiled slightly and said to the three-legged golden crow in the distance:
"Sanjin, you should go and apologize to the teacher. Otherwise, if the teacher really intervenes, this matter will not end well."

The flying Golden Crow suddenly stopped, hesitated, and then flew timidly into the sky.

The sky suddenly darkened.

The bright stars in the sky quickly appeared and fell on Song Dongyang, shining brightly.

The man next to him couldn't help but look at Song Dongyang in surprise, and couldn't help asking:

"You, you are not one of our wizards? May I ask who is the teacher you are talking about?"

"Haha, this is my second purpose for coming here."

Song Dongyang smiled, but did not answer the other party's question. Instead, he asked:
"I have just told you my name, but I don't know your name yet."

The man was slightly startled, then blushed:

"I was negligent. My name is Yi."

"different……"

Song Dongyang nodded.

Then he showed a look of reverence, raised his hand and saluted towards the sky, and said solemnly:

“The sea of ​​chaos contains gods, and beyond the heavens lies the truth of Tao.

The mind wanders in the vastness of the universe in search of the mysterious realm, and the intention breaks through the chaos of chaos in search of the root.

All things return to their origin and are part of the Tao; all changes ultimately return to the heart.

The Taoist Master Taiyi has passed on his profound teachings to save all living beings and benefit the world."

"Teacher, it is the supreme ruler of this world, the Supreme Taoist Master."

Then his expression relaxed and he said with a smile:
"Would you like to go with me to meet the teacher?"

Yi Wenyan couldn't help but hesitate.

"What, are you scared?"

Song Dongyang chuckled, with a hint of provocation in his tone.

After hearing this, his expression calmed down and he shook his head:

"It's not that I'm afraid, it's just that I didn't know it before...Okay, I'll go with you and see how your teacher punishes the Golden Crow."

Song Dongyang sensed the distrust in his tone, but still just smiled meaningfully:
"You won't be disappointed."

As he was speaking, a figure flew over.

The voice arrives before the person arrives:
"Wait a minute!"

It was Yao and Xuan Wen who hurried over.

Song Dongyang turned his head and his gaze lingered on Yao's old and frail body, which looked like a candle in the wind.

There was a hint of pity in his eyes.

"I don't know what the teacher was thinking. He actually let me suffer like this..."

Yao Yi looked at Song Dongyang with a look of surprise. He was sure that he had never seen the other person before, but for some reason, he felt a sense of familiarity in his heart.

But there was no time to ask, he immediately looked at "Yi", and as soon as he opened his mouth, he burst into a violent coughing.

Xuan Wen wanted to speak, but seeing Yao's condition, she had to stop and patted Yao's back carefully.

"You should cultivate yourself well."

Song Dongyang sighed helplessly, then raised his hand and waved gently.

Xuan Wen and Yao only felt a flash before their eyes, and countless mysterious patterns emerged around them. When they looked closely again, they found that they had returned to the capital of the Witch Kingdom!
"This person is so powerful... When did such a person appear in the Wu Kingdom?"

Xuan Wen looked surprised and suspicious.

Yao coughed and shook his head slowly:

"No, he shouldn't be from our Wu country... Perhaps, this person is related to my buried memories..."

He raised his head and looked into the sky, his eyes filled with confusion, depth and thought.

……

Chaos, grayness...

Yi subconsciously tightened the crimson longbow in his hand and glanced around, but he had no idea where he was.

All I saw in front of me was Song Dongyang, a man in a long robe, with an elegant yet mysterious temperament, walking slowly in this chaos.

He followed behind, feeling heavy-hearted, but also increasingly curious about the Taoist Master Taiyi that Song Dongyang mentioned.

"Song Dongyang is very powerful. I should not be his opponent. It's a pity that I just shot all the arrows in one breath. Otherwise, I can't tell... But he praises him so much. I don't know what kind of person this Taiyi Taoist Master is."

I was thinking about it.

He suddenly saw Song Dongyang, who was walking in front of him, suddenly stop and bow towards the chaos:
"Teacher, I have brought this little brother here."

Hmm? Already here?

Yi's heart trembled, and he looked around quickly, but saw nothing.

But at this moment, a generous voice came from the chaos.

"come in."

The voice was quite gentle, but one could not tell the specific age.

Yi became more and more curious.

Song Dongyang turned around and smiled at him:
"Little brother, just go inside."

"in……"

Yi was a little hesitant.

But before he could say anything, Song Dongyang faded away like ink and disappeared in the blink of an eye!
Yi turned around in surprise, but saw nothing.

I couldn't help but frown.

After hesitating for a moment, he still gritted his teeth and walked towards the depths of the chaos.

Blood and energy are consumed bit by bit.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, he finally saw a dazzling golden light.

"It's the Golden Crow!"

Yi's heart trembled, and he quickly flew towards the location of the Golden Crow.

Soon, as the distance got closer, he suddenly saw a tall and mysterious figure sitting cross-legged in front of the Golden Crow.

And just as he saw this figure, that figure seemed to have noticed something, and slowly turned its head. Its pair of deep eyes crossed the distance in an instant and looked straight into his eyes!

Yi's whole body trembled!
At this moment, he seemed to see the other party smiling at him.

At the same time, that generous voice came to his ears again:

"You are finally back."

"Wang Xu."

The voice was filled with endless relief and joy... (End of this chapter)