Practice Remembering You

Chapter 299 Time flies

Since the Human Emperor has already said so, Mr. Yazhi will not beat around the bush.

"Did you give the Earth Spirit to Zhang Yu?"

The Human Emperor nodded: "I gave it to him, or I dispersed my own power to give it to him, and there will be more later."

Elegant Layman pondered for a moment and said, "Sir Emperor, what exactly do you want to do? The outer demon is approaching, and you are already seriously injured. Why are you dispersing your strength?"

"It doesn't matter whether these powers are distributed or not. You know that at my level, Qi and other things are not important at all. But for Zhang Yu, it is still very useful."

"Why Zhang Yu?" Elegant Lay Buddhist was still puzzled: "I remember that you, Lord Human Emperor, have chosen quite a few. Zhang Yu is too weak in every aspect now. Even in terms of talent, there are still many people who are much more talented than Zhang Yu, such as the Little Ming King, and the Hedixian, etc."

The Human Emperor just smiled and did not answer the question of the elegant layman. Instead, he muttered to himself: "It's a pity for Mo Xue. If it weren't for Zhang Yu, Mo Xue wouldn't have to be a mortal. With Mo Xue's talent for cultivation, his final achievement may not be lower than mine."

"What does this mean?" asked the elegant layman with a frown.

However, the Human Emperor did not answer his question as he did before. He waved his hand and said, "Let's stop here."

"Wait..." Mr. Yazhi wanted to say something, but when he blinked, he suddenly found himself back in the sect.

"What's wrong, Master?" Wu Li on the side asked with some confusion.

Mr. Yazhi looked around and found himself meditating on a cushion. He had changed back into his usual clothes. Wuli and Nianxiang were on his left and right. His third sister Shi Dongdong was also sitting cross-legged in front of him, blinking her big eyes at him.

It all seemed as if everything that just happened was a dream and now I'm awake.

"When did I come back?" asked the elegant layman.

"Brother, you've been back for an hour." Shi Dongdong stood up and said, then she narrowed her eyes, with a sly smile on her face, and said teasingly: "Brother, you said you were going to practice, but you fell asleep and dreamed just now, haha, I caught you when you were lazy!"

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound was heard, and the elegant monk lightly flicked through the air, and an invisible force instantly hit Shi Dongdong's head.

"Aaahhhhh!!"

Shi Dongdong only felt a flash before her eyes and a sharp pain came over her. She covered her forehead, grimaced in pain, and couldn't help but scream.

Then, she rolled on the ground like a child, and kept yelling, "Brother, are you crazy? Do you want to shoot me to death?!"

Shi Dongdong's voice was full of grievance and dissatisfaction, and he seemed to be very angry at Mr. Yazhi's behavior.

"It didn't take that much effort, so don't react so strongly." Elegant Lay Buddhist said nonchalantly, and then asked Nian Xiang: "What did I look like when I came back?"

“It was normal when you came back.” Nian Xiang was a little confused as to why the master would ask this question, but since he asked, the answer was: “Master, you first went to the Human Emperor, and then about a minute later, you came back.

Afterwards, you saw Shi Dongdong playing nearby, and you grabbed her and asked her to practice. In order to see her practice seriously, you supervised her here, and have been doing so until now."

Mr. Yazhi estimated in his mind, then nodded, thinking, he can only say that he is worthy of being the Human Emperor. Even though he has been in seclusion for so long and has made great breakthroughs, in front of the Human Emperor, his strength is still very weak.

"High hopes! Great!" Mr. Yazhi muttered to himself.

The Juefei Sect returned to normal, and the entire cultivation world also operated as usual.

A hundred years passed in the blink of an eye. In the Juefei Sect, Shi Dongdong's cultivation progress was slow. It could only be said that he was slightly stronger than before.

Yan Yan is in deep seclusion. It is not an exaggeration to say that this time is just the beginning for him.

Wu Mengjie's retreat is coming to an end. He has basically refined the magic umbrella weapon and is now finishing it. During these days, Shi Dongdong always comes here from time to time to observe Wu Mengjie's current situation.

Everything was normal in the sect, but it was different in Xiaoshi City far away in Dongzhou, Eastern Region.

After a hundred years and six generations of population development, Xiaoshi City, with Zhang Yu also using magic to build the city, has long since far surpassed the original Zhuiming City in size.

Inside the city, the prosperous scene is intoxicating, with streets and alleys crisscrossing, shops lining the streets, people coming and going, and it is very bustling.

The wide streets are lined with antique buildings, and shops of the same style have various signs hanging on their doors, including restaurants, teahouses, cloth shops, pharmacies, blacksmith shops, etc.

In places where there are no shops, street vendors and peddlers line the streets, people are shoulder to shoulder, some are shopping, some are chatting, and some are tasting food. Children are running around in the crowd, their laughter echoing throughout the city.

In the restaurant, diners were savoring delicious food, clinking glasses, chatting and laughing. Above the kitchen, one could see smoke billowing and the aroma wafting across the air.

In the teahouse, people leisurely drink tea and listen to the storyteller telling wonderful stories. When the story comes to the most exciting part, bursts of applause will occur from time to time.

In the cloth shop, there are a wide variety of colorful fabrics. Women carefully select their favorite fabrics and prepare to make beautiful clothes.

Inside the drugstore, pharmacists were busy preparing medicine for patients and the air was filled with the fragrance of herbs.

In the blacksmith shop, blacksmiths wielded hammers, clanging and forging various farm tools, sparks flew, and occasionally the sizzling sound of water or oil quenching could be heard. Waves of heat continued to burst out from the door curtain.

In this city, people live a peaceful and happy life, and all walks of life are booming, together forming a prosperous picture.

Mo Xue no longer has the appearance of his youth. No matter what, Mo Xue is still a mortal. Although he is always nourished by Zhang Yu's true energy, he is still limited under the constraints of heaven and earth.

Mo Xue would often ask her husband to take her for a flight over the city. This was the place where she had put in so much effort, and every time she saw it, she felt very proud.

The officials in the city have been replaced many times, one after another.

The daughter still looked the same as before, but Zhang Yu followed the aging speed of his wife Mo Xue and changed his appearance accordingly. Now he looked like an old man.

Everything in the city was thriving, but Zhang Yu had received bad news.

My wife Mo Xue's father, Mo Feng, passed away today. Although Zhang Yu has been nourishing him with his true energy, mortals have their limits after all.