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Volume Three: Practice on the Mountain Chapter 1,444: The Future

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    Mu Xingqiu hugged his son and landed on the grass outside Nanhai Forest. In a small pothole, he saw a few burnt weeds. They had obviously been burnt to ashes, but those grasses still remained intact. The breeze blew.  They also swayed, and tiny red dots shone close to the ground.  There was obviously a battle of spells here, and it was so short that neither side's spells were seriously out of control, and they could still last for a while on a few grasses.  "Other than that, there were no signs of fighting nearby, and the forest was extremely quiet, as if there was no wind.  Mu Xingqiu looked at Mu Dong'er in his arms. It seemed like a wrong decision to take his son who was seriously injured and unconscious into a forest full of dangers. But Mu Xingqiu had nowhere to trust him, and the three masters would still find their target sooner or later.  , in this case, there is no point in hiding.  Mu Donger still slept soundly. Under the protection of the soul, his soul was temporarily free of worries, but his physical condition did not improve much. Although he survived the death deadline at midnight, he was still cold and hot every once in a while.  A reversal will occur, making Mu Xingqiu who is holding him even more painful.  It¡¯s going to be daybreak.  Mu Xingqiu stepped into the Nanhai Forest, using his super sensitivity to look for traces of spells. After entering the forest for nearly half a mile, he found it. It was a very weak spell, as if flowing out from the crack in the window.  The fragrance of vegetables is fleeting and only the most sensitive noses can smell it and identify its direction. ?? Nanhailin is a dense forest, but there are no thorns or weeds blocking the road. The spaces between the trees are very clean, with only a thick layer of dead leaves accumulated over the years, which are as soft as carpets under your feet.  The spells floating in the air came and went. Mu Xingqiu had already determined the direction and strode forward faster and faster. After walking seven or eight miles, he came to a tree hall.  The tree hall is circular in shape, with a diameter of more than a hundred steps, and the surrounding trees form walls. They are all very tall.  The branches and leaves are extremely lush and form a roof in the air.  In the middle stood a furnace seven or eight feet high. The fire inside was very weak and almost extinguished.  A square bluestone slab was suspended three feet above the furnace. A stream of clear smoke rose from each of the four corners of the slab, condensing into the shape of a tripod at a height of four to five feet.  An extremely powerful spell was being performed here, but Mu Xingqiu could only feel intermittent clues.  There is no one in the tree hall, and it relies on the furnace to provide a little light.  Mu Xingqiu knew that danger was nearby.  So he stopped and wrote a talisman on his forehead with his right hand. His third eye was strengthened and he could see more clearly. The fire in the furnace was not weak at all. It filled the furnace, was pure and flawless, and showed a light red color.  , neither shaking nor shaking, like a ball of frozen cold fire.  The four green smoke cauldrons on the stone slab are not without any changes.  Instead, it disappears and condenses outwards regularly, but at an extremely fast speed, and cannot be seen clearly before strengthening the Third Eye.  There was a sound of gunfire nearby. Mu Xingqiu turned around and saw a child sitting in a tree hole about ten feet away from the ground. The hole was very small, only his small face was exposed, and his face was red.  , full of pain.  Mu Xingqiu looked around.  There is not just one child in the tree hole, but thirty-three, surrounding the tree hall, separated by several trees.  A young Taoist priest walked past Mu Xingqiu.  Quietly, without squinting, as if he were an invisible ghost.  The Taoist priest walked straight to the stove, rolled up his sleeves above his elbows, took a deep breath, and spread his arms.  He slapped the furnace body one after another. The copper furnace looked ordinary and seemed to be cool, but in fact it was extremely hot. As soon as his palms touched it, a trace of hot steam came out.  The Taoist priest's whole body was trembling, and he was obviously enduring great pain, but he did not stop beating. Instead, his palms stayed on the stove longer and longer.  The Taoist priest walked while patting, and after completing a circle, his exposed arms were already red, like burned iron hands.  He took a deep breath, turned around, smiled happily after a disaster, and walked towards Mu Xingqiu without looking away, and even spoke.  "The Taoist fire never goes out, because when a Taoist priest is used as firewood, it burns out when he dies, and then new firewood is added. However, some firewood will not burn out. They remain burning forever and become the guardians of the Taoist fire. See  , I passed the test, I will" The Taoist priest stopped talking and looked down at his arms. They were no longer pure red, but had a few green patches, like charcoal that was about to be extinguished.  "I passed the test, I clearly passed!" The Taoist priest stopped, his voice full of anger and fear. Suddenly, the Taoist robe on his body burned. He did not raise his hand to put out the fire, nor did he fall to the ground and roll around. He stared blankly.  Mu Xingqiu said the last words: "Save me" The flames instantly engulfed the Taoist priest. After a while, he melted like molten iron and flowed to the ground. He was quickly absorbed by the thick dead leaves. What?  Didn't stay either.  Mu XingQiu didn't save him. As early as the Taoist slapped the first palm, he felt the powerful strength of Wuxi Lu and knew that the Taoist would definitely not be able to bear it.  That is the Wandi Mountain Unquenchable Furnace, and the stone slab on it is the Hongshan Instant Platform. Mu Xingqiu can guess it.  The second Taoist priest walked out from the opposite side. He walked to the stove without patting it. After looking at it for a while, he turned his gaze to Mu Xingqiu, who was dozens of steps away. "We need a better Taoist priest in charge of the stove." The person who came was Pang Shan.  Grandmaster Yang Yannian holds the Demon Suppressing Bell in his right hand.  "Where are the people?" Mu Xingqiu asked.  "You have lost your memory. To you, they are just two women who have known each other for a short time. Do you still care?" Mu Xingqiu held Mu Dong'er in his left hand, summoned the Patriarch Tower with his right hand, and held it tightly.  Yang Yannian showed a sneer, "You will never talk much when you can fight. You are still the same Mu Xingqiu as before. Losing your memory has not changed everything. No wonder you still care about the two of them." "Amnesia has not changed everything, but the Taoist priest who still has his memory has.  "It's completely changed." "You don't even remember what Taoist priests were like in the past." "I will hear others say that there are many legends about Taoist priests. They have powerful magic powers, kill demons, and protect human beings. Many people believe that in ancient times.  God must also be a Taoist priest. If the legend is true, the Taoist priests have changed so much. If the legend is false, you have been hiding for many years." Yang Yannian showed a real smile, "The world has changed, and the Taoist priests cannot.  It doesn't change. It's like you vowed to love only one person in your life, but if that person dies, will the vow still be valid? Human beings still exist, but it is no different from death. It is only a matter of time before death. Taoist priests see the farther ahead, so they make changes in advance.  It may seem cruel to the surviving mortals, but the 'future' will understand it all. "Whose future? Without mortals, Taoists will become extinct." "Look, this is the biggest change in the world.  What if a Taoist priest has an immortal body? The Taoist fire will still not go out, but there will be no need for a new source. The farther a person looks, the weirder his behavior will be. When he looks very far, he can even see the end of everything and a new beginning.  , what do you think he will do?" Mu Xingqiu did not speak.  "The longer he stares at the future, the more he hopes to make the future happen earlier, because that future is better. This is what the Patriarch is doing. He is not understood by all living beings, and there is no need to be understood, because all living beings are not in the future.  Yang Yannian paused for a moment, "Open your eyes a little and look at the future. It doesn't even take half an hour. What can you see?" "Nothing," Mu Xingqiu said.  "You are lying, because the future is too cruel for you, so you refuse to admit it. Half an hour later, Qin Lingshuang and Long Mo are on one side, and Mu Dong'er is on the other. Both sides will either die together or both will die. It depends on  Your choice now." Anger flashed in Mu Xingqiu's eyes.  Yang Yannian clicked on the demon-suppressing clock. The sound of the bell reached the furnace. The wall of the furnace suddenly turned red, and then became transparent, revealing what was inside the flame. It was a mirror, and the mirror faced Mu Xingqiu.  Reflecting that face that was both strange and familiar.  "You can choose to fight, and the outcome is death. You can also choose to compromise, trade Mu Dong'er for Qin Lingshuang and Long Mo, and run the furnace for us. The outcome is death." Mu Xingqiu stared closely at the mirror in the furnace.  .  "If you need memories from the past, I am willing to provide you with some. In short, Qing Lingshuang died for you once. Do you want her to die for you again?" Mu Xingqiu turned his eyes to Yang Yannian.  "That's right, you were once lovers, and you were even willing to give up your practice for each other. Just like those short-sighted mortals, you made a decision based on your feelings at the time, thinking that this decision would never change. But God failed, and she did it for you  And died, you gave birth to a son with another woman. If you had known this outcome, would you still have vowed to each other? This is the difference between Taoist priests and mortals, and the difference between the founder and the Taoist priests. " Mu Xing saw the end.  At this moment, Qiu figured out why Zuo Liuying didn't let him know too much about the past. Memory is the soil of the future. The farther into the future you see, the more prepared you are and the stronger your strength will naturally be. But the future is also a constraint and a trap.  , a powerful Taoist priest is unable to extricate himself from it, nor does he want to extricate himself, and can easily become an accomplice in the future.  Mu Xingqiu has no memory and no clear future. Nothing is certain for him. Perhaps this is Zuo Liuying's expectation.  "What Kun Chao sees is not the future." Mu Xingqiu didn't know much about the Taoist Patriarch, but he saw his true nature. "He is creating the future. Only those who succumb to his power can think that it will be the future."  It¡¯s the future.¡±Qiu raised the Patriarch Tower in his hand, "The future does not exist. My choices are not just two, but endless." Yang Yannian summoned all the magic weapons, "So, you choose to die together." The other two Grandmasters and  Other Taoist priests came out of the woods and formed a half circle to face Mu Xingqiu. They wanted to save some time, but it seemed impossible.  "I said, you can't convince him." Xiang Haisheng waved Ruyi and summoned a large number of magic weapons. Dai Zhen held the sword washing pool and was also prepared.  The three masters don¡¯t want to see any more accidents.  Mu Xingqiu didn't think about the future, nor did he care whether he could defeat the three masters and dozens of Taoist priests. He used the Patriarch Tower as a pen and instantly wrote the first talisman on Mu Dong'er's chest.  He will use his flesh and blood as ink, his ancestor's tower as his pen, and his son as his paper to write a unique talisman in the world.  (Please recommend and subscribe) (~^~)
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