The live fortune telling is so accurate that the whole network is waiting to watch.

No matter how slow Yu Beiming was, he realized something was wrong. When he quietly came out to check in the middle of the night, he saw Xiaofeng sitting in the main seat in a dignified manner.

The respected old man with a white beard bowed his head and knelt down to listen to the instruction:

"I say, can't you guys find a better excuse? You dreamed of an immortal? And the immortal happened to look like my master?"

"And the excuse Xiao Si used a few days ago was even more ridiculous! What do you mean black is noble? He wants to give money to people wearing black clothes? I had to rack my brains to help him make it up!"

"I say, what are you two doing here? Can you pretend you don't know me? Can you please stop getting so close to me? I really don't need your filial piety. I won't starve to death!"

"What if my master knew that I had taken in so many disciples without his knowledge and kicked me out of the sect? Although, I have never been accepted as a disciple..."

Yu Beiming stood outside the window and listened silently. A warm yellow light from the room enveloped him and illuminated his handsome face.

In his dark eyes, there was no anger of being deceived, but instead a bit of relief - the child he raised finally grew up, and had quietly accomplished such a great career.

He did not go in, nor did he expose all that. Instead, he turned and walked into the night. The light from the window faded from him, but the moonlight quietly climbed onto his shoulders.

Xiaofeng was the child he raised and cultivated with great care, but he did not give him any official title as his apprentice.

Yu Beiming really hoped that he could live a free and easy life, instead of wandering around with him, looking for that ray of love that he was not sure whether he could ever hold on to again.

But the child is very stubborn. He has a good life ahead of him but he insists on suffering!

The scenes in the dream flow quickly, and time slips away quickly like quicksand through fingertips.

Yu Beiming didn’t want to watch what happened next: “Wanwan, we’ve figured out Xiao Hei’s identity. That’s enough. Let’s go out.”

"Beiming, I want to see what happens next, is that okay?"

Once Sang Feiwan opened her mouth, Yu Beiming really couldn't refuse.

The dream scenes before their eyes kept changing, mostly fragments of Master and his companions’ memories of their time in the mortal world.

In a few blinks, the master and disciple's long hair turned into short hair, and their clothing style also changed to the style of the Republic of China period.

Soon, the rumbling sound of gunfire was heard again, and Xiaofeng shouted in panic: "Uncle, uncle!"

Yu Beiming came out from a pile of ruins, his body still spotless, but his eyes were full of sadness.

War, war again!

Over the past hundreds of years, he has experienced changes of dynasties and wars.

All the past civil wars were cruel, but Yu Beiming could not intervene too much, otherwise it would change the course of history.

The world will eventually divide after a long period of unity, and will eventually unite after a long period of division.

Human history has its own laws of development.

But now, the situation is obviously different. The land of China is coveted by barbarians, and the great powers from all directions have set their sights on it.

Those foreign races with evil ambitions even secretly released demons and monsters, hoping to take advantage of the weakness of China's dragon veins and completely take over this place for themselves.

If left unchecked, the course of events could be beyond our expectations.

Xiao Feng watched helplessly as such a beautiful land was torn into pieces. He asked Yu Beiming sadly:

"Uncle, those barbarians clearly have their own territories, so why do they come here to burn, kill, and plunder? And the Western countries clearly claim to be civilized and have advanced technology, so why do they become bandits?"

Yu Beiming said to him: "The robbers came to plunder land and property, but it was just greed. As for civilized countries? Their so-called civilization is just a fig leaf they put on after plundering in order to facilitate their rule. If beasts put on suits, do they become civilized? Ridiculous!"

He sighed and said to Xiaofeng, "Didn't you recruit many followers over the years and set up several large families? There should be many talented people among them, right? Gather them all. It's our turn to take action this time!"

Xiao Feng was surprised: "Uncle, how did you know?"

Yu Beiming snorted: "Do you really think I'm that stupid?"

Xiao Feng shouted happily: "Great! I've been wanting to teach those bastards a lesson for a long time!"

Yu Beiming couldn't interfere too much in the war between humans, but when it came to the evil gods and demons, he couldn't ignore it.

Those monsters and evil gods that were supposed to be sealed were awakened one after another under the manipulation of the invaders. They brought with them a group of villains and evildoers, intending to divide up the land of China and eat it up.

The Yamata-no-Orochi from Country R stirred up a storm at sea, creating huge waves that were a hundred meters high.

The evil dragon from Country Y has wings and breathes fire, leaving ruins wherever it goes.

The vampires from Country D have disgusting fangs and feed on human blood.

The evil god of country F, with the power of a demigod, wantonly ravaged innocent creatures.

Yu Beiming asked Xiaofeng to take his men to deal with the weaker monsters, while he himself focused on dealing with the big monsters and evil gods.

Xiaofeng had accumulated a lot of wealth over the past few hundred years. With a wave of his hand, he gathered all the forces from all sides and actually formed a team of over ten thousand people!

Among these teams, some are the best from the five major families, and some are born in poor families, but because of their extraordinary talents, they were accepted by the big families to become disciples.

But no matter what their backgrounds are, they are all young, energetic and full of vigor.

But after several wars, those talented young men were all covered in dust and dirt, silently picking up the broken limbs and remains of their teammates.

Xiaofeng untied his belt and carefully shook off the dust on it - the dust could be shaken off, but the blood stains could not be wiped off.

He slowly fastened his belt again and murmured softly, "Uncle, you have to wait for me. We will come to support you after we kill those beasts!"

At this time, a young man with his arm wrapped in bandages came over to Xiao Feng and said, "Grandmaster Feng, can you help me write a letter? I'm afraid I won't know when I'll die, so I want to say a few words to my family."

He smiled a little embarrassedly and said, "My mother asked me to learn calligraphy before, but I thought it was too expensive and refused to learn. I should have learned a few characters earlier."

Xiao Feng immediately took out a pen and a small notebook from his arms: "You tell me, and I'll write it for you."

The boy thought for a moment and began to dictate:

"Mom, when you read this letter, your son may have become a hero. I am an unfilial son. I have saved 35 yuan in these years. I gave you 10 yuan. I gave my sister 10 yuan as a dowry when she gets married. The remaining 15 yuan will be given to my eldest brother and sister-in-law. They need to raise the baby."

"Oh, by the way, I still have a set of winter clothes and a pair of cotton shoes that I haven't worn yet, so I've asked someone to bring them back for mom to wear during the winter. Sister, brother, you must be filial to mom in the future. Our dad passed away early, and it wasn't easy for mom to raise us."

"I may not see you again in this life, but I will come back to find you in the next life and we can still be a family!"

When Xiaofeng finished writing and looked up, he found that he was surrounded by people, and everyone was crying silently.

That night, Xiaofeng stayed up all night and finally finished writing letters home for all his comrades.

At dawn, those evil spirits attacked again—

The sounds of compassion, roaring, and flesh being torn apart mixed together.

The Great Wall, forged with flesh and blood, finally resisted the invasion.

But that night, none of the people who had lined up to ask Xiaofeng to help write letters home came back.