I woke up after 300 million years

Green mountains are always accompanied by green water, and the sparrows are already flying south.

After three thousand years, Yan Fan and Mu Changsheng returned to the seventh battlefield in the northernmost part of Hongtian.

There are still monks practicing in that vast forest.

"This? This is the Supreme Palace?" Mu Changsheng was shocked.

What appeared in front of them was a ruins. The stone tablet with the word "Supreme Palace" was in ruins. Twelve Tianshan Mountains were razed to the ground. The glorious prosperity of the past had long passed. There were only decaying bones, a supreme war song, Each mural tells the story of the past.

It is not difficult to see that thousands of years ago, the Supreme Palace suffered a disaster.

Yan Fan was silent for a moment, walking on the stone road, past the east courtyard, past the sublimation platform, and past the familiar and unfamiliar palace.

"The Tianxing clan still hasn't let go of the Supreme Palace..." Yan Fan sighed.

Although most people in the Supreme Palace don't want to see him, it is after all the first stop for ascending to the upper world, and it is also the first stop for growth. Here, for more than 1,300 years, they have experienced ups and downs, and there is no emotion at all. , that is definitely impossible.

At this moment, in front of the abandoned palace, a man was drinking. His white robe was dirty.

When the man heard the footsteps, he turned around drunkenly, dropped the wine bottle in his hand to the ground, and his eyes widened.

"Longevity! Live forever!" the drunk man shouted excitedly.

Mu Changsheng strode over and knelt on his knees, "Master!"

The man is Jiansan, the one who likes drinking, stepping on things, and gossiping.

He looked older than before, with black strands mixed with white hair, eye-catching wrinkles, and a reddish-brown scar on his neck. Only the hilt of the wooden sword on his waist was left, looking miserable.

Jian San helped Mu Changsheng up with trembling hands, patted him on the shoulder hard, and said with tears in his eyes:

"Just come back! Just come back!"

"My teacher heard that you were causing trouble with the Liu family three thousand years ago. There was no news after that. My teacher has always been worried about your safety. I thought... I thought you were captured by the Liu family!"

Reunited after a long absence, the master and apprentice had a lot to say.

Mu Changsheng now only has one master, Jian San, and he probably won’t have anyone as his master in the future.

Although Jian San has many disciples, Mu Changsheng is the most courageous, talented, and lovable one.

After a brief reminiscing about old times, Jiansan took the two of them to a village not far from the ruins of the Supreme Palace. The plaque at the entrance of the village read: Supreme Village.

Along the way, he explained to the two of them:

"You declared war on the sky. The Tianxing clan became angry and sent three Eternal Supremes to the seventh battlefield. They first destroyed the Immortal Palace and then attacked the Supreme Palace."

"Fortunately, we received the news in advance and evacuated half of the disciples. The remaining disciples vowed to live and die with the Supreme Palace."

"In that battle, Demon Thirteen died, the previous Great Elder died, and everyone in the Supreme Palace was massacred."

"When my life was hanging by a thread, the three supremes stopped attacking, took out a communication jade talisman, and turned around to leave as if they had received an important order. Only then were they lucky enough to save their lives."

"After the war, Jiuli and I were the only surviving elders. We led less than a hundred people and established a village here. I often go to the ruins of the Supreme Palace to take a look and remember the past."

The three of them entered the village.

Yan Fan saw a familiar face. Kong Renjie, who had ascended to the inner sect together, was holding a baby in his arms. Next to him stood a beautiful woman, who also had an infant baby in her arms.

Over the course of thousands of years, more than a hundred people have lived and multiplied here. The village has gradually grown to include four to five thousand people, most of whom are in the Immortal Realm. There are less than 500 people in the Realm Lord Realm, and only a few in the Life and Death Realm.

Jiansan took Mu Changsheng to the back mountain.

Yan Fan met Elder Jiuli and Tian Jingjing, who admired Ji Hongyuan.

In the courtyard, under the maple tree, Jiuli and Yan Fan drank one cup after another.

"Back then, you slept with my uncle quietly and made a huge noise, making the Supreme Palace a victim. I was unhappy with you before, but I still am unhappy with you now." Jiuli is no longer luxurious, and he is visibly aged. , dressed ordinary, a white cloth suit, with long silver hair.

Yan Fan's eyes darkened, he picked up the wine glass and said, "I'm sorry."

He drank it all in one gulp, not knowing how to express it.

Jiuli, who was slightly drunk, lay on the stone table and held Yan Fan's hand, very hard, very hard!

"Is it over with an sorry?"

"If you were a man, you would declare war on the sky again and destroy the Tianxing clan!"

"Master!" Tian Jingjing tugged on Jiuli's sleeve.

She looked at Yan Fan apologetically, "Brother, don't mind. Master drinks too much and likes to talk nonsense."

Yan Fan and Jiu Li looked at each other and responded with great seriousness, "One month later, I will bloodbath the Tianxing clan and avenge the Supreme Palace."

"Seriously?" Jiuli didn't know whether he was drunk or pretending to be drunk, his eyes suddenly lit up.

Yan Fan finished the last glass of wine, crushed the glass, and said seriously:

"You'll see."

......

The morning glow is magnificent, the sunset is colorful, the villages are desolate, and the autumn wind is bleak.

As the sun set, Yan Fan went to the back mountain.

Mu Changsheng was drunk and drank twenty jars of wine. He lay down under a tree and slept soundly without any cultivation.

Jian San glanced sideways and smiled, "Come on, let's have some drinks."

Approaching, Yan Fan shook his head, "Life is like a banquet. It would be a shame not to drink at all, but you can't get drunk. I actually don't like drinking."

"Tch, boring." Jian San rolled his eyes and drank three large bowls by himself.

The maple leaves were falling one by one, and the two of them looked at the mountains in the distance and the abandoned ruins of the Supreme Palace.

"They are all dead..." Jian San broke the silence, his eyes turning red, "They could have escaped and there was no need to live and die with the Supreme Palace, but they said that people only live for one wonderful thing."

"You can't chase the dead, but you can keep the living... Lao San, look at it a bit, you still have immortality, Jiuli, and the new generation of disciples of the Supreme Hall." Yan Fan patted him. Jiansan comforted his shoulders.

Do you want to be more open-minded?

Jian San laughed at himself, drank heavily, his collar was soaked, and his eyes were red, "Can you tell me why you declared war on heaven back then? Was it just that the Holy Son wanted to marry that girl named Meng Chulian?"

Now that the matter has come to this, Yan Fan has not concealed anything.

He told the story of the conspiracy behind the Tianxing clan’s supreme war.

Listening quietly, Jian San looked indifferent, "The Tianxing clan selects Hongtian's strongest genius every two thousand years, and then devours it secretly? Well, frankly speaking, it has little to do with us. We can't be selected, even if What they have done has damaged Yin's virtue, but Hongtian has remained stable for a million years."

"Yes." Yan Fan nodded and summed it up in one sentence, "The benevolent see the benevolence and the wise see the wisdom."

It's like, if there are a thousand readers, there will be a thousand Hamlets.

As night fell, the two talked a lot.

Jiansan sighed, "The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and the new generation is better than the old. In the past, I always felt that people must work hard. Only when you work hard will you know how important talent is, but you, a brat, slapped us in the face." , a mortal body, with no special bloodline or background, just carves out a bloody path and makes his reputation resound throughout the sky, no, throughout the entire nine heavens!"

"Oh... outrageous, so damn outrageous!"

Another jar of wine was at the bottom. Jian San was already confused and began to talk nonsense, "If I was young and accomplished and didn't feel inferior, I would have a lot of Taoist companions, and I wouldn't be like this now, alone."

"Honestly, why did you come back after three thousand years?"

The taciturn Yan Fan was stunned for a moment, then smiled slightly, looked up at the stars and said:

"Having kept a low profile for three thousand years, it's time to show off one's talents."

Jiansan burped, licked his lips, and asked half-jokingly:

"It's only been three thousand years, and you're already at the supreme level of the mortal world. Can you win?"

Yan Fan stood under the maple tree, with his hands behind his back, and whispered in response, "Lao San, do you believe it?"

"In this world, unless I don't want to win, no one can make me lose!"