Comprehensive martial arts: The golden body is indestructible at the beginning

the next evening

At the highest point of the imperial city, there was a man in white and a constable with a helpless look on his face.

Lu Yuan lay on the roof, taking in the bustling night scene of the capital.

He stared at the lights of thousands of homes for a long time, then suddenly raised the wine jug and took a big gulp of wine with the smell of worldly life.

He couldn't remember the last time he had a rest like this.

Since coming into this world, he felt as if he had never truly relaxed for a single day.

This world does not allow the weak to survive.

Only by constantly improving your own abilities can you do what you want to do.

It was not until this moment that Lu Yuan realized the heavy invisible pressure and could not help but sigh tiredly.

"Brother, you are still sighing. Shouldn't I be the one sighing at this time?" Zhui Ming sat down next to Lu Yuan and said helplessly, "Let's make it clear first. We are just here to see the scenery today. Please don't do anything weird again."

"Don't worry, I don't want to do anything today." Lu Yuan murmured as he looked into the distance.

He just wanted to find a quiet place for a while.

Yan Nantian's words put too much pressure on him.

Could it be that after working so hard for so long, I will end up being a puppet in the hands of the immortal in the sky?

Lu Yuan shook his head, drove the horrible thought out of his mind, and stared into the distance in a daze again.

"It's best to do nothing." Zhui Ming didn't notice Lu Yuan's abnormality and continued to chatter, "It's not that I want to embarrass you, it's really my duty and I can't do anything about it.

By the way, the guy named Bai has left. Judging from his behavior, he will probably be more well-behaved in the future.

I have already sent out the person you asked me to find, Murong Tong Huang, and I think there will be results soon..."

Zhui Ming couldn't stop talking after he started. He started to complain. After talking for a while, he saw that there was still no movement around him, so he closed his mouth in dismay and turned his head to ask, "What are you thinking about?"

After asking three times in a row, Lu Yuan finally reacted, smiled apologetically, thought for a while and said slowly: "I was thinking, if everything is destined.

So what’s the point of all this I’m doing?”

"It's destined?" Zhui Ming asked in surprise, "You are a warrior, do you still believe in fate?"

"I didn't believe it at first." Lu Yuan's eyes began to go blank again, and he muttered, "But now I can't help but believe it."

"What happened to you?" Zhui Ming asked curiously.

Lu Yuan smiled and shook his head without saying anything.

Zhui Ming curled his lips and said unhappily, “Forget it.

But if you can not believe in fate, it is better not to believe in it."

"Why?" Lu Yuan glanced at Zhui Ming.

"Because of believing in fate, people are likely to become disabled." Zhui Ming reached out and touched the glazed tiles on the roof, and said absentmindedly: "Take me for example.

My family is just an ordinary farming family. We suffered a disaster during the famine and many people starved to death.

My mother gave me the last half piece of dry food and then hanged herself. "

Upon hearing this, Lu Yuan looked at Zhui Ming in surprise, but found that Zhui Ming's face was unusually calm and he spoke slowly.

“If I believed in fate, I would have been doomed.

You know, half a block of dry food, even if mixed with mud, is only enough for two days for a growing boy.

After eating, I didn’t want to die, so I left the village alone to escape the famine.

Along the way, I walked for a long time.

Met a lot of people and experienced a lot of things.

There were even bastards who said I was doomed to die, that I had brought disaster upon my family, and they lied to me that if I was boiled to death, my family would be reborn into a good family.

Zhui Ming smiled at Lu Yuan and said, "Let me tell you something interesting.

Back then, the two of them were so hungry that they could only lie on the ground gasping for breath. I even helped them collect firewood to boil water."

Lu Yuan didn't laugh, he just handed the wine jug to Mingming and patted him on the shoulder.

Zhui Ming took a sip and continued, "The child was stupid at the time, half of his leg was in the pot, and he didn't realize anything was wrong.

If my master hadn’t happened to pass by, I would probably be just eighteen now.”

Zhui Ming imitated Lu Yuan and lay down, saying slowly: "I still can't forget what my master said to me.

Once you step into the door of martial arts, don’t even think about believing in fate.

Because learning martial arts and accepting one's fate are inherently conflicting.

While thinking that it was all fate and could not be forced, he worked hard to strengthen his body and practiced martial arts from dawn to dusk.

Such people are either fools or lunatics."

Zhui Ming said as he looked at Lu Yuan and smiled, "If I had really believed in fate and listened to that bastard's nonsense, I wouldn't be who I am today.

If I had believed in fate later on, there wouldn’t be the Four Famous Detectives chasing me today.

Believing in fate can change nothing except making people useless.

So I don’t understand, why do you believe in fate?”

Lu Yuan hesitated and said calmly: "Maybe it's because I've seen it too many times."

"You must believe in fate if you see a lot?" Zhui Ming laughed and said, "The old blind man on the overpass may have seen more people in a day than a country bumpkin has seen in his entire life.

But he is the one who least believes in fate! "

"I'm talking about the matter, not the person." Lu Yuan said helplessly.

"Things? How many things can there be?" Zhui Ming said nonchalantly: "You have the ability you have today, I believe you must have seen a lot of things.

But ask yourself, is everything fate?"

Lu Yuan retracted his gaze, looked at the night view of Beijing for a long time in silence, and then said softly: "I am just worried that everything is destined.

I was worried that I was the one being arranged.

I fear that the outcome will be determined long before I make my choice.”

Zhui Ming was stunned and scratched his head and asked, "Who?"

"what?"

"Who arranged you?" Zhui Ming asked curiously, "With your ability, even if you want to be free and easy, few people can say no.

Who is so powerful that he dares to control your life? "

Hearing this, Lu Yuan looked up at the sky, his eyes becoming increasingly cold.

Zhui Ming followed Lu Yuan's line of sight and looked up, and said in surprise: "Wow, there really are immortals in this world?"

"You do not believe?"

"I don't even believe in life, why should I believe in it?" Zhui Ming patted the long sword at his waist, "I only believe in it."

Hearing this, Lu Yuan couldn't help but hold the Minghong Sword that he had taken back from Zhui Ming.

The cool touch and familiar sharp breath actually brought him the long-lost peace at this moment.

Lu Yuan looked at Zhui Ming who was squinting his eyes to enjoy the evening breeze, thought for a moment and said in a deep voice: "If one day you find out that the one who controls your fate is an immortal, what will you do?"

"Why ask that?" Zhui Ming wiped his mouth and said casually, "Kill it!"

"Can't beat it?"

"Then you can't believe in fate." Zhui Ming said firmly, "If you believe in it, there's no hope at all.

If you don’t believe it, just keep moving forward.

Even if you hit your head against the wall and bleed, you have to hit it first."

Lu Yuan's heart was slightly moved when he heard this, and he slowly closed his eyes.

I...seem to be possessed.

What if a six-eared macaque really comes?

What’s fake can never be real.

I have fought my way here, how can I give up so easily at this time?

After living my life over again, can't you see through this truth?

Thinking of this, Lu Yuan suddenly opened his eyes, and a divine light flashed in his eyes like electricity in a dark room, illuminating the surroundings.

Zhui Ming was startled and quickly stood up and said vigilantly: "You promised me that you wouldn't cause trouble here!"

The light only appeared for a moment and then slowly disappeared, but Lu Yuan acted as if nothing had happened and muttered to himself: "Something has affected my thoughts..."

"Are...are you okay?" Zhui Ming was a little nervous, afraid that Lu Yuan would go crazy and raze this place to the ground.

Lu Yuan seemed to have not heard anything, and continued to talk to himself: "It's not the fishing line, it's not the immortal, it's not the external factors, it's me..."

Lu Yuan said as he slowly stood up.

At the same time, a thick dark cloud suddenly appeared in the sky, covering the entire capital city, and began to slowly rotate with Lu Yuan as the center.

Upon closer inspection, a Tai Chi pattern can be vaguely seen.

The next second, Lu Yuan's clothes suddenly moved without wind, and fluttered in the air along with his long hair.

The life-chasing man was stunned and quickly raised his hand to stop the palace masters who came after hearing the news. He ordered everyone to retreat to the edge, while he stared at Lu Yuan nervously, ready to help at any time.

Although I can't defeat Lu Yuan, I should be able to wake him up from his obsession... right?

In the dead silence, Lu Yuan looked at the lights of thousands of homes again, then looked up at the strange sight in the sky and chuckled softly.

"After going around in circles, it turns out that the bottleneck was caused by me."

“Brother Lu!” Zhui Ming saw Lu Yuan finally speak, and hurriedly shouted: “If you are not crazy, just say something!”

"I'm not crazy." Lu Yuan smiled at Zhui Ming, "I just didn't expect that the threshold would be here."

“I don’t understand what you are saying!” Zhui Ming said carefully: “Are you not crazy?

Do you want to retract your magical power first?"

Lu Yuan shook his head. "I can't do that."

"You still say you're not crazy!" Zhui Ming was almost going crazy, and there was a hint of pleading in his tone, "Can you please be kind?

Stop making trouble here!"

Lu Yuan did not answer again, but looked up at the sky and muttered.

“So this is the threshold, there is indeed no trace of it.

No wonder people say that immortality is hard to find, and you can only obtain it if you are destined to do so."

After saying that, he lowered his head and spoke to Zhui Ming word by word.

"I have become a land immortal."

Zhui Ming didn't understand and could only smile awkwardly.

But he didn't know what kind of uproar Lu Yuan's words would cause in Li Yang!

Lu Yuan was actually surprised as well.

He didn't expect that the final step to becoming a terrestrial immortal would fall on Zhui Ming.

Thinking of this, Lu Yuan looked at Zhui Ming carefully again. His calm gaze contained infinite pressure, which made Zhui Ming feel uncomfortable.

But after investigating for a long time, Lu Yuan still didn't find anything unusual, so he withdrew his gaze, closed his eyes and thought carefully.

It turned out that the reason why he had been unable to become a terrestrial immortal was because there was a gap in his heart.

What he didn't expect was that this gap would be filled by Zhui Ming's words.

Is it really destiny?

Or is it that my determination in martial arts is indeed not strong enough?

Or maybe he knew too much and had too rich imagination, which resulted in him creating an invisible barrier to his mind. Only because he was a bystander, he could see the secret clearly?

Lu Yuan pondered for a long time and finally opened his eyes.

At this moment, those eyes were as pure as glass, without any trace of confusion.

He clenched his fists slightly, and suddenly the shadows of Jiuzhou Baji appeared behind him.

Feeling the power that controlled the heaven and earth, Lu Yuan murmured.

"It doesn't matter anymore."

Lu Yuan is a deity, so he will eventually be called a deity.

Don't regret the past and don't worry about the future.

If you shackle yourself with your heart, how can you be free and become an immortal?

If one's mind and technique are not in harmony, how can one obtain the true meaning of the North Sea and attain the supreme path?

At this moment, Lu Yuan's mind was extremely empty.

When he looked up at the surging white lines in the sky again, he no longer had the nervous and solemn emotions of the past. Instead, he smiled slightly and whispered a word.

"roll."

As soon as he finished speaking, lightning and thunder appeared in the sky!

The white lines seemed to have seen their natural enemy. They trembled violently, then quickly shrank back and disappeared completely in the blink of an eye, leaving no trace.

Carrying the luck of three families, he united the three religions and became a god on earth.

The Confucian teachings that claim to be in accordance with the will of heaven are nothing more than minor ones.

The world returned to silence, and Lu Yuan's white clothes also returned to calm.

Zhui Ming was stunned. It took him a long time to come back to his senses. He walked up to Lu Yuan and asked anxiously, "What happened just now?"

"Nothing, just driving away a bunch of annoying guys." Lu Yuan said with a smile.

"Brother, I'm not saying anything bad about you, let's..."

"Excuse me, please wait a moment." Lu Yuan nodded politely to Zhui Ming, "It seems that some of our friends can't wait any longer."

"Who?" Zhui Ming froze in place before he could even finish his words.

I saw a man with a white face, a slight beard and wearing a snow-white robe appearing on the roof on the west side of Lu Yuan.

The man was handsome, but what was even more impressive was his eyes.

Looking at it in the dark night, it looks as bright as stars.

"Who are you?" Lu Yuan asked with a smile.

The man adjusted the pearl crown on his forehead and smiled back, "Ye Gucheng."

"Lord of Baiyun City..." Zhui Ming was already standing there in a daze. He wanted to go back and report to the Divine Marquis, but he was suppressed and unable to move because of the invisible aura emitted by the two people.

"Then this person must be Ximen Chuixue."

Lu Yuan looked towards the east side at the man who was also dressed in white but had a more severe expression.

The man held a long sword as black as ink and nodded coldly at Lu Yuan as a greeting.

"I was wondering who was so powerful in the capital, it turns out to be you!"

Following an unpleasant voice, a flash of red emerged from the night and landed beside Lu Yuan.

"I'm helping you pass the message, so you have some free time. No, it's not right for you not to treat me to a drink!" Lu Xiaofeng stretched out his hand towards Lu Yuan and raised his eyebrows proudly.

"You've become stronger." Xie Xiaofeng suddenly appeared behind Lu Yuan, glanced at Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng, and then said lightly; "I'm looking forward to fighting you more and more."

"A war?!" A rough laugh sounded in the night sky, "Without a certain family, wouldn't this war be much less interesting?!"

A tall and muscular man came running from afar, stepping on the air, and landed heavily on the roof of the palace, crushing a large piece of glazed tiles.

"If someone else said this, he would be dead." Ximen Chuxue suddenly said coldly: "But if Master Yan said this, I really want to learn from him."

"When I heard that Hero Yan had an accident and fell into the Valley of Evil, I felt a little sorry." Ye Gucheng smiled and said, "Now it seems that rumors are not to be taken seriously."

“You are half right.” Yan Nantian laughed indifferently when he was criticized for his shortcomings, “I have indeed suffered a loss and endured a lot of suffering.

But fortune and misfortune go hand in hand.

Without them, I wouldn't be able to stand here today."

Yan Nantian looked at the faces that were much younger than him and couldn't help but sigh: "It's great that there are so many rising stars in the sword art! It's great!

Talents emerge in every generation, and that's how the world should be! "

"Master Yan, thank you for your praise." Ximen Chuxue suddenly clenched his sword and said in a deep voice, "I wonder if this junior will have the honor to learn the Southern Sky Divine Sword?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere instantly became a little tense. The palace guards could not bear the aura emitted by these people, and hurriedly flew backwards, leaving Zhui Ming alone trembling beside Lu Yuan.

“Yes!” Yan Nantian’s eyes lit up, he held the rusty iron bar he picked up, and laughed, “Come on, kid!

I also want to know if the sword art of today's martial arts world is as boring as it was back then!"