Martial Revolt of the Nine Heavens

"Queer, I want to go down for a walk."

Flying in the air, Yao Lao, who was carried by Mo Que, suddenly spoke.

"Okay!" Mo Que followed his words, landed from the air with Yao Lao on his back, and walked on foot.

After Yao Lao woke up, although weak, he could barely walk, Mo Que supported him, and the two walked slowly forward.

"I don't know how many times I walked this road leading to the Martial Hall in the past, but now that the times have changed, I haven't walked for so long that I can hardly recognize it."

Yao Lao walked forward while observing the various changes on the road.

Mo Que knew that although his martial blood had awakened Yao Lao again, it would only be short-lived.

He felt uncomfortable, didn't say a word, just accompanied Yao Lao and walked silently.

"At that time, there was a lake here. Hehe, at that time, I did not hide the elders in the martial arts hall, and I came here to date with those junior sisters who are like flowers and jade in the temple."

Yao Lao laughed and recalled the past.

"Now, the Martial Hall is dead, the lake back then has also been done, and those senior and junior sisters of the past are long gone."

"The times are always changing, just like this dry lake, the people around you will eventually leave you."

He suddenly smiled and touched Mo Que's head.

Mo Que was stunned for a moment, only then did he hear that Yao Lao was comforting himself, not to be too sad about his death.

"My journey has now come to an end. Although there have been all kinds of hardships along the way, I have never regretted it, and your journey has just begun."

Yao Lao's eyes were full of kindness, and he smiled and said, "Your road is destined to be a thousand times more difficult than mine, but I believe that no matter how difficult the road is, you will definitely be able to make it through."

Mo Que is silent, Yao Lao's life has come to an end, but he is still worried about his future.

"You go back first." Yao Lao retracted his hand on Mo Que's head and said, "I want to stay here for a while and have a few whispers with the former senior sisters and seniors."

"Yao Lao..." Tears welled up in Mo Que's eyes, he knew that Yao always didn't want to die in front of his eyes.

"Go, let me sit here for a while." Yao Lao asked Mo Que to help him sit beside a tree.

Mo Que didn't say a word, but shook his head stubbornly.

Because he knew that if he went back first, Yao Lao would never come back.

"You kid, your temper is even more stubborn than I was back then!" Yao Lao shook his head helplessly and said, "Then wait for me by the side, I'll sit for a while and then go back with you."

Hearing this, Mo Que could only walk far away and leave Yao Lao alone.

He couldn't rest assured, and occasionally called from a distance from time to time. At first Yao Lao would respond, but later he seemed to be annoyed by him. When he called again, Yao Lao directly threw a stone.

Before he knew it, more than ten stones were flying around Mo Que.

"Yao Lao, is it time to go back?" Mo Que called again from a distance, no matter how many times.

He was ready to be stoned by Yao Lao again, but this time, when his voice fell, the stone did not fly over again.

"Yao..." Mo Que's eyes turned red, his voice trembled, and he said again: "Yao Lao, it's time to go back, did you hear me?"

Yao Lao's voice did not sound, and the stone did not fly.

"Yao Lao..." Mo Que walked towards Yao Lao's place.

The distance that he could usually reach with a single step, but now it seems to be extremely far away.

Moreover, he only felt that every time he took a step, his feet seemed to be a little heavier, even if he became a king in the flesh, it seemed that it was difficult to lift the weight on his feet.

"Old Yao!"

Finally, Mo Que seemed to have exhausted all his strength and finally walked to Yao Lao's side.

With his back against the tree, he sat quietly under the tree, with a peaceful smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.

In his hand, he held a branch, and on the ground in front of him, he used the branch to leave four words. Mo Que saw these four words, his eyes blurred and tears rolled down.

"There is a shortage."

"No regrets."

These four words are Yao Lao's summary of his life and the words he left to Mo Que.

Although his life was difficult and imperfect, he had no regrets.

There are no regrets, and he is also telling Mo Que that because of the successor of Mo Que in this life, he has no worries and no regrets in this life.

"Yao Lao, let's go back!" Mo Que put away his tears, carried Yao Lao on his back, and took him back to the Martial Hall step by step.

After Yao Lao was buried, Mo Que, according to Yao Lao's words, buried him in the Hall of Martial Arts, and set up a plaque for him in the Hall of Martial Spirit.

In front of Yao Laoling, Mo Que knelt for seven days and seven nights.

Up and down the Martial Hall was immersed in a depressing atmosphere.

Without medicine, Martial Dao will be cut off.

If there were no Yao Lao, there would be no Mo Que today, let alone the reopening of the Wudian.

During this period, various forces came to worship, and wanted to take this opportunity to befriend the Martial Hall.

Most people were turned away by Mo Que.

Yao Lao is a martial artist, and he doesn't like being polite and hypocritical. Letting these people worship Yao Lao will only disturb Yao Lao's tranquility.

It will be a month later when the old medicine is dealt with.

During this month, other things happened in Qingzhou.

Dao Palace was destroyed and completely disappeared from Qingzhou.

Qin Wudao, the owner of Dao Palace, died, the magic circle was broken, and the Dao Item was destroyed, making Dao Palace completely incapacitated.

You must know that Dao Palace has been passed down for many years, and there are countless treasures in it. All forces in Qingzhou will naturally not miss this opportunity.

From the big powers like the Sword Pavilion, down to the small families in the cities of Qingzhou, they poured into the Dao Palace and devoured them.

Since then, there will be no Dao Palace in Qingzhou.

The three most powerful forces in this state have become Wudian, Jianlou, and Sword Pavilion.

In addition, in the Martial Hall, there is another King Realm existence!

Mo Que asked Zhaixinglou to help inquire about the whereabouts of the beggar Laotian. After Laotian learned that Mo Que had reopened the Wudian, he rushed to Qingzhou.

Although he is not a member of the Martial Hall, this is the only remaining force of Martial Dao today, and it is the hope of the entire Martial Dao.

The beggar Laotian wanted to leave Baizhou and go to a farther world to find a way for Martial Dao, but at Mo Que's request, he changed his mind and decided to stay in the Wudian and continue the road for Martial Dao with Mo Que.

Originally, Mo Que also wanted to accept a few disciples in the Martial Hall, but he still had a lot of things to do, and it was destined to be difficult to stay in the Martial Hall for a long time.

Moreover, with Lao Tian, ​​the Martial King, there is enough to teach outstanding disciples, and he does not need him to accept apprentices in person.

All things in Qingzhou have now been settled.

"boom!"

On this day, a coercion surged over Qingzhou, causing all beings in this state to be shocked, and they all raised their heads.

"Someone broke into the king's realm!" Mo Que flew out of the Martial Hall, looking at the direction where the pressure came from.

One state and one king, the king's realm in Qingzhou, was originally Qin Wudao, the master of Dao Palace.

He and Martial King are both kings in the flesh, not in the world.

And this state is not their Realm, so when Qin Wudao died, the king's realm in this state was vacant, and a new king appeared.

"That direction, is the Jianlou?" Mo Que recognized the direction, his face changed slightly, then took a step and flew towards the Jianlou.