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Chapter 20 The Meaning of Rise and Fall

Qingyang Mountains, Wei Family!

Above the night sky, with a ripples shaking, Zhou Yu, wearing a green robe, took one step forward.

"The Wei family is quite grand and can actually build a city alone."

Standing in the air at a height of hundreds of meters, Zhou Yu looked at the city below, which could accommodate at least 50,000 people, and a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes.

"No wonder Wei Wuyang's arrogant character has been born. If anyone can earn this family business, he will probably be more arrogant."

"It's a pity that only cultivating karma but not virtue. Once the roots are rotten, they will be towering trees and collapse in just a moment."

With this in mind, Zhou Yu flew towards the mountain at the end of the city.

Qingyang City is built between valleys, with all the connections in the city and the construction is very well-organized. Obviously, the people who built the city also spent a lot of effort.

While Zhou Yu was flying all the way, his huge spiritual power swept across the entire city.

This city seems to be brightly lit, but many places in the city have begun to breed a lot of darkness, bullying, coercion, beauty, etc., which happen from time to time.

Now that this city is newly built, the vitality on the surface suppresses everything, but if these are not solved over time, this city will become a nightmare for many people.

"What do you think of this city?" When Zhou Yu arrived at the top of Qingyang Peak, a word suddenly came from the top of the mountain.

I saw the ancestor Qingyang sitting in a pavilion and had prepared a table of hearty wine and food.

"The scene in the city is magnificent, but it is already sick." Zhou Yu fell into the pavilion, picked up a glass of fine wine, and drank it.

"With fellow Taoist's ability, it is not difficult to see the bullying in the city, but since the fellow Taoist has seen it, he doesn't care. Could this be your Tao?"

"I became a disciple of Yunmu Sect at the age of nine, entered the Taoist foundation at the age of thirty, and entered the realm of the Golden Elixir at the age of more than 150, and entered the Nascent Soul for more than 300 years.

It was not until the age of 682 that the Nascent Soul was perfect and he began to try to enter the God Transformation. It has been more than 80 years since then. "Ancestor Qingyang said while looking at the small town at the foot of the mountain.

"In the past seven hundred years, I have seen many families destroyed, and I have also seen many dynasties overturn outside the territory. After seeing them too much, I can't help but have a little doubt."

"Why do they all flourish at the beginning, but then they start to decline? Whether it is individuals or groups, it seems that they cannot avoid the destruction."

"Just like the trees in the mountains, no matter how green it is, it will wither in the end." Qingyang Ancestor said, looking at Zhou Yu.

"Do you know why this is?"

"Time." Zhou Yu said.

"It's time, nor time. After all, the family and dynasty are not fixed objects like trees." Qingyang's ancestor shook his head and said.

"I didn't understand why before, until eighty years ago, I succeeded in the world.

I only realized something after choosing to give birth to a child with a woman, but after these eighty years of years have passed.”

"I understand that all things in this world, whether they are individuals or groups, whether they are flowers, plants, trees, or animals and creatures.

There is a force between the heaven and earth. This force is called rise and fall, and it starts from rise and fall and is buried in decline."

The moment the words were finished, the Qingyang ancestor's eyes immediately looked at Zhou Yu.

boom!

Zhou Yu's face changed suddenly. Almost as soon as the Qingyang ancestor finished his words, an inexplicable force suddenly turned around and wandered in the pavilion.

In this power, the space began to distort, turning into waves and pouring towards Zhou Yu.

The erosion of this wave is not about life or death. As long as Zhou Yu exits the pavilion, it will disappear.

"The meaning of rise and fall is that this is the Tao of fellow Taoists."

Feeling the meaning contained in the waves, Zhou Yu did not choose to retreat, but instead poured himself a glass of wine.

"Fellow Taoist, please give me advice."

Boom!

The moment the words of the ancestor Qingyang fell, the rise and fall that surged from his body turned into a wave and swept towards Zhou Yu.

Before the wave came, a breeze swept over. In this breeze, Zhou Yu felt that his cultivation in his body was constantly rising.

It only took several breaths, and then it surged from the Qi training realm to the Nascent Soul realm.

Even as the breeze blew on his face, he stepped into the transformation of the god from the Nascent Soul Realm.

The further you go, the smoother and more terrifying the improvement of your cultivation and realm.

Until the moment when the waves were about to come, Zhou Yu had a feeling that the world was in his hands in the breeze.

Boom!

The next moment, the waves swept down, as if the sky had collapsed, and everything began to be destroyed.

Even the world seems to be destroyed in this wave.

Bang!

The next moment, Zhou Yu, holding the wine glass, shattered his body and turned into countless drops of wine and splashed out.

But just as countless wine drops flew out of the pavilion, the scattered wine drops rolled back again.

First there was a wine glass, then the broken Zhou Yu, and finally, both Zhou Yu and the pavilion where he was turned into a drop of wine.

"Fellow Taoist's meaning of rise and fall is indeed domineering." At the same time, Zhou Yu picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one go.

It seems like the scene just now has never happened.

"Good illusion, is this the way to transform the gods of fellow Taoists?" The ancestor Qingyang opened his eyes, recalling everything in the illusion just now, and suddenly opened his eyes.

"Life is like wine, wine is like life, whether it is true or false, it cannot be explained by a word of illusion." Zhou Yu looked at the broken wine glass and said immediately.

"If you can tell all of it, you will not be unable to stop the rise and fall of fellow Taoists."

"Then let's continue." said the ancestor Qingyang.

"Continue." Zhou Yu nodded.

"Families, dynasties have rise and fall, and all things in the world have rise and fall.

This rises from birth, just like beans growing into the soil and sprouts. Because they are full of vitality, they can break through the darkness.

But when the vitality is exhausted, it is destroyed." In this regard, a green bud appeared in front of the ancestor Qingyang.

This bud grows into a towering tree in a moment, but it turns into a withered and yellow color in a moment.

Between this rise and fall, the withered yellow tree turned into a handful of dust and blew towards Zhou Yu.

"This dust contains life and death, so life and death are destroyed, and it turns into a calamity."

Feeling this inexplicable charm, Zhou Yu's face changed suddenly.

Dong!

Zhou Yu bounced his fingers, and between this bullet, a thumb-sized drop of wine appeared and flew towards the dust.

During this flight, scenes of scenes emerged from the transparent wine drops.

This picture is sad or happy, with anger and sorrow, and hides life, like a living world.

Buzz!

In an instant, a thumb-sized drip of wine wrapped around the dust.

But when Zhou Yu saw this scene, he was not happy at all.

Because the ash that was swallowed by the illusion in the wine drops did not completely dissipate.

Instead, it began to constantly erode Zhou Yu's wine drops, erode the illusion life contained in the wine drops.

But in a moment, the originally transparent drops of wine began to turn gray at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Bang!

Until the end, the wine drops exploded, and a more violent sense of disaster than before flew from the broken wine drops to the direction where Zhou Yu was.

The rise and fall of a person, the rise and fall of a family, and the rise and fall of a dynasty may be the same, but the power is incomparable.

Looking at the dust flying from the wine, Zhou Yu's eyes suddenly became faint.
Chapter completed!
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