From a Zhengyi Taoist Child to a Master of All Laws

Chapter 542: The Sword Comes Out of Qingcheng, Forever Guarding This Border

Liu Ming stood behind Wang Shuhuan and Xiao Zhuoma and smiled awkwardly.

Li Yang didn't care and walked up to pat Liu Ming's shoulder gently.

Wang Shuhuan and Xiao Zhuoma couldn't feel it, but Li Yang could feel that something was obviously brewing inside Liu Ming's body.

Like a hidden dragon in the abyss, or a bent caterpillar.

As the only luck master discovered in China, and having been blessed with the fortune of a true dragon's return of favor, Liu Ming's background is actually no lower than that of Xiao Zhuoma and Li Linger.

That day, the crocodile was about to transform into a dragon, but it failed. It was only by borrowing a part of Liu Ming's fate that it finally succeeded.
After the crocodile turned into a dragon, it gave Liu Ming a share of the true dragon's luck. With this luck, he was born in modern times. Otherwise, if Liu Ming were in ancient times, he would have been hunted down by those in power unless he was a prince or grandson of the emperor.

But the spirit of the dragon is high-spirited and upward, it is the proud spirit that refuses to surrender even when its blood is dried and its tendons are broken, it is the soul as quiet as black iron when dormant, and it has the aura of daring to turn the Milky Way upside down when leaping.

"When a true dragon lies dormant for too long, its horns and bones will curl up and it will become a walking dragon."

Li Yang patted Liu Ming's shoulder and looked at him with calm, meaningful eyes.

Liu Ming was smiling at first, but after looking at Li Yang for two seconds, he lowered his head somewhat unnaturally.

Knowing that things cannot be forced, Li Yang smiled faintly.
"Let's go in!"

Li Yang and Chi Yanhong walked forward side by side. Behind them were the thirty-six Baiyun Innates with flowing clouds and clear frost on their waists and hips, looking at the rising blue clouds.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

The hearts of thirty-six people were beating fast and heavily. There were forty of them in total when they rushed to Qiongzhou Island.

On the memorial list, there are four names belonging to Baiyun Mountain.

The team preparing to welcome Baiyun Mountain, or to welcome Li Yang, is at the front. Compared with the team welcoming the cultivation delegations from other countries, the formation and scale are much larger.

Some are even too big.

The personnel composition includes the leader of the Taoist Alliance, the director of the Special Bureau, representatives of the five major war zones, and masters of cultivators from various countries... For example, the twenty-four Taoists and two human immortals standing in the front row.

Half of the Sakura Country's island has been sunk by the Yin Eclipse. Anyway, Shimoki Ling came from the ancient China a thousand years ago. That day, he, Qi Qiansu, Chi Yanhong, and Zhenlong ambush the Yin Eclipse together, which was considered a token of his allegiance. He has been recruited by the China Dao Alliance.

Qi Qiansu's half foot had already crossed over and he was standing at the front of the team, just behind Mr. Xie. His irises showed golden lines in the morning light, as if liquid sunlight was flowing deep in his vitreous body. The aura of a human immortal hidden in his body was no weaker than that of Shimaki Rin.

Then, there are the twenty-four seeds of the Tao.

It's not just the masters of the Dao from China, but also the European Magic Union, the Western Alchemy Society, the Indian Vedic Monks, the Middle East Monks Union... even the head of the Mingtang of the Universe Kingdom was present, at the end of the twenty-four Dao masters.

This is almost all of the highest-end military forces on the entire Blue Planet at present.

At this moment they stood in two rows, looking at Li Yang like pilgrims.

Li Yang also saw many familiar faces among them, including Yu Bao from China, Wu Peng, Sun Boyang, Chen Xiyan, Adul from the Middle East Monks Alliance, and the Pope from the Vatican.

Li Yang took the lead and walked up to Elder Xie, calmly extending his hand, "Baiyun Mountain, Li Yang."

"Xie Shanpei." Old Xie stretched out his hand to shake hands, nodded with satisfaction, his eyes full of concern.

He also had a vague idea about Li Yang's physical condition.

Then came the Pope of the Vatican. This old man in gorgeous clothes stepped forward and saluted Li Yang with the highest etiquette of the Vatican:

"The Saint is protecting the safety of the Holy City and is unable to come. She asked me to say hello to the True Lord."

Outside the Vatican, Therese is just an ordinary cultivator, but in the city, she is a real human immortal.

"It is natural that the demons are all around us. Please ask me to say hello to the Saint."

Li Yang, dressed in a green robe, nodded slightly.

Along the way, he has seen almost all kinds of storms and waves. The naive Taoist boy on Baiyun Mountain could withstand a bow from this Western Pope.

Faced with Li Yang's arrogance, the twenty-four Taoists and even the old Pope of the Vatican did not think there was anything wrong.

This is Li Zhenjun, the strongest human force on Blue Star, the one who once brought hope to the world with one sword!
The more arrogant Li Yang is, the more unattainable he is, and the more unfathomable he is, the more at ease they feel, and the world feels more at ease too.

Behind Li Yang, the five true disciples and thirty-six Baiyun innates straightened their backs involuntarily.

Liu Ming had already recovered from the complicated emotions just now, and whispered to Wang Shuhuan from behind:

"It's too shabby. Shouldn't a hero be paired with a beauty? Why are the people who come to greet the master all old men? Shouldn't there be a group of long-legged girls enthusiastically shouting 'welcome, welcome'..."

As soon as Liu Ming finished speaking, a Western woman with big wavy red hair walked out of the crowd and extended her hand enthusiastically to Li Yang.

This woman obviously has an exquisite Western face, but today she specially changed into a Chinese cheongsam. The wine-red cheongsam was slit all the way to the base of the thighs, revealing her slender white thighs, which looked like a burning flame in Liu Ming's pupils.

"Oh my god, there really is one!" Liu Ming widened his eyes.

"Don't mention it, the master and this girl are quite a good match, one is young and the other is red..."

Then Liu Ming fell silent because Chi Yanhong in front of him turned his head and glared at him coldly.

Wang Shuhuan patted Liu Ming's shoulder gently, indicating that he should fend for himself.

Li Ling'er, Xiao Zhuoma and Zhu Ling distanced themselves from Liu Ming, fearing that they would be implicated.

In front, a hot Western woman with dimples appeared on her face: "Hello, Li Zhenjun, we meet again. Now Master Merlin has become the second most respected person in my life."

When the two met for the first time in the Vatican fifteen years ago, Maurice said that Master Merlin was the person she admired most.

As for who he admired the most now, no one asked, because Morris was looking at Li Yang with fiery eyes.

The two of them are old friends. Now this hot woman is the first elder in charge of the European Magic Alliance, so Li Yang really can't afford to lose face to her.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Li Yang gently squeezed the upper part of Morris's finger, and then separated it in an instant.

"Believe me, those little girls in my country will be so jealous of me."

Morris withdrew his right hand very preciously, with a hint of charm in his eyes.

Feeling the cold and powerful sword intent of the female Taoist next to him, Li Yang swallowed his saliva and dared not to argue any further.

Morris also knew the principle of knowing when to stop. He was not the only one waiting for the man in front of him to show up today.

Mr. Xie, Shimamura Ling and Qi Qiansu made way, and representatives of various forces and the twenty-four Taoists also made way, leaving a path for Li Yang.

Li Yang walked over calmly and nodded to them one by one.

Continuing forward, we saw a crowd of media reporters who were stopped outside by soldiers, as well as rows of Chinese soldiers and Taoist monks dressed in white.

Li Yang led the way, while Xie Lao, Chi Yanhong, Shimoki Lingqi and Qian Shu followed behind.

Behind them were representatives from various countries, the twenty-four Zhongdao and the thirty-six Xiantian from Baiyun Mountain.

In the wide venue, soldiers and monks arrayed on both sides drew their swords one by one as Han Qingyu walked forward.

“Clang! Clang! Clang…”

The sword was black, with pitch-black blades pointed solemnly toward the sky.

The name of the sword is Zhenyue. It is a standard magic sword forged by Qi Qiansu in Qingcheng Mountain with the efforts of the entire country.

According to legend, Han Shizhong, one of the "Four Generals of the Restoration" of the Southern Song Dynasty, also had a sword named "Zhenyue". The so-called Zhenyue means that the Five Mountains are used as the sheath, and the sword energy can calm the mountains and rivers.

From Li Yang's perspective, he could see eight characters engraved on the sword.
"The sword comes out of Qingcheng, and it will forever guard this border." Li Yang was silent, facing the young soldier's fiery eyes,
This scene is being broadcast to every corner of the world through live media. The seven billion people in this world may be watching here, watching their Li Zhenjun.

This is the first time that Li Yang has appeared in public since the Formosa Strait.

When people see this young eastern face clearly.

Yes.

It's him!

The media reporters who were stopped outside suddenly started cheering.

"Li Zhenjun!"

"Li Zhenjun!"

"Li Zhenjun!"

"..."

They were calling out to him, their voices were hoarse and continuous.

In fact, if they saw Li Yang in daily life, they would also cheer.

But this time the call was different.

They looked at this face, looked at Li Yang, and all the panic and hesitation they had felt for the past half month disappeared.

This time, the cry contained hope that was almost overflowing, as well as a strong earnestness.

They are announcing to the world,

The invincible Li Zhenjun is still there!

Li Yang walked to the front in silence, entered the venue, went to his seat, and sat down.

As Li Yang took his seat, representatives from all parties and participating monks came in one after another and took their seats.

The venue is very large and can accommodate tens of thousands of people.

However, these tens of thousands of people come from hundreds of countries on the blue planet, with China accounting for the majority. On average, there are not many people from each country.

Li Yang knew that with his appearance just now, his mission had been completed, and he would no longer be the protagonist in the next ceremony.

But it was the densely packed names on the stone tablet standing in the center.

A month ago, they were still living people, some young, some old, some special, some ordinary, but today, they have become the words engraved on the stone tablet, with a unified title, heroes.

The stone tablet is about ten meters high and each side is about three meters wide, but each name does not take up much space.
These are the people who died on the Chinese side in the encounter half a month ago. Some of them were ordinary soldiers, some were monks who had just entered the Tao, and some were innate.

The entire ceremony became solemn in an instant.

The opening ceremony projection started with a video clip that was played in a carousel:

[The desolate Gobi Desert, the crow-like black clouds, and the young soldiers, silently, running towards the strange red light in the sky.

On the street under the setting sun, there were piles of black terracotta warriors and two blurry figures covered in blood, supporting each other and not falling down.

The young man who had lost his vitality and stood firm with his sword,

The girl ran towards him crying, but was beheaded by the monster with a single blow.

On the frozen sea, a candle flame flickered in the blue light and exploded. Then a sword whistled out and collided with the blue spear in mid-air...

The crying crowd, the monsters falling like meteors,

The jagged sword was held in trembling hands, facing the sea of ​​Xuanyong, and then was submerged in an instant.

Blood and chaos, sacrifice and despair, and charging soldiers...

...]

The scene fell silent. Li Yang saw himself in the video, but more importantly, there were some immature and unfamiliar faces.

The video was broadcasted. On Baiyun Mountain, Chen Li looked at the scene on the street at dusk, covered her mouth, and tears welled up in her eyes.

She recognized that one of the figures supporting each other and covered in scars was Wang Shuhuan.

And this is exactly what happened in this world a month ago.

The ceremony was hosted by Mr. Xie. He held the microphone and choked up several times in front of the whole world.

Dear fellow Blue Star compatriots:
Today, we stand here, but many people have left forever. Their bodies fell on this smoke-filled land, under the sword of another cruel and tyrannical civilization, but their souls rise like stars, illuminating the unyielding backbone of the blue planet.

They were once the most ordinary children, fathers, mothers, brothers and sisters, but at a time when civilization was in danger and the mountains and rivers were broken, they built a great wall with their flesh and blood to resist invasion...

May the deceased rest in peace and the living move forward.

May the heroic spirit live forever and be remembered by the mountains and rivers forever. 】

Mr. Xie put down the microphone and tears fell on his gown.

Li Yang looked at the towering stone tablet in the center and the densely packed names on it.
"Zhang Qingmiao, Yi Ning, Zheng Lu, Tan Cheng"

He knew these four people, but he was not familiar with them.

Zhang Qingmiao and Yi Ning should be from the third or second class. They have always been ambitious and said they wanted to be his disciples. They are two good prospects.

Tan Cheng, a disciple of the sixth class, was very young among the Baiyun Xiantian disciples, only in his early twenties. He seemed to be a bit shy and strong.

As for Zheng Lu... Li Yang looked back at Liu Ming.

Liu Ming was unusually silent, with his head down, not knowing what he was thinking.

Zheng Lu was also a disciple of the first class. He became enemies with Liu Ming in the Baiyun Competition. Legend has it that he spent a lot of money to form a death squad to hunt down Liu Ming, who dared not return to the mountain.

Liu Ming lowered his head. He naturally knew Zheng Lu's intentions. In this era of revival of spiritual energy and emergence of supernatural powers, things like love and affection always come quickly.

"Senior Sister Zheng." Liu Ming whispered. He had been avoiding Zheng Lu almost all these years. He just didn't dare to face her, so he always smiled and joked around.

In his memory, Zheng Lu is still the cool senior sister who had a blush on her face on Baiyun Mountain fourteen years ago, pointing at him and spitting and cursing him as a "hooligan".

As he recalled, during the ten years that Li Yang was in seclusion, he searched for treasures in various sacred places. Zheng Lu once crossed mountains and rivers to find him, wanting to get an answer from him.

Zheng Lu did not find Liu Ming, nor did she get the answer she wanted.

In this era, stories are easy to happen, but they are also easy to end.

Moreover, some stories are destined to have no ending.

Sitting behind Liu Ming were brother and sister Yang Xinwu and Yang Jiaqi. Yang Xinwu was injured and had bandages wrapped around his body, and Yang Jiaqi was supporting him.

Yang Jiaqi knew a lot about Zheng Lu and Liu Ming. At this moment, she looked at Liu Ming with a complicated look, but her eyes involuntarily focused on Wang Shuhuan next to Liu Ming.

Wang Shuhuan sat upright, with a Liuyun sword and a faded peace embroidered bag slung around his waist.

Yang Jiaqi lowered her head. She knew that Wang Shuhuan had already taken Chen Li to the mountain.

Her own story, it seemed, would have no ending either.

(End of this chapter)