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nChapter 125: The Great Era Withers, The World Is Just a Fancy Dream (2)

nTranslator: 549690339

nFor this reason.

nFu Xiaorou worked day and night.

nFor this reason, he had never married and did not even leave behind any descendants.

nThis year.

nQingdu Port was white, and countless martial artists and civilians came to mourn.

nAs for Fu Xiaorou’s body, it was buried with the etiquette of a state funeral.

nIt was said that.

nThe God of Martial Arts, Li Yueming, did not appear.

nMany people found it unbelievable when they heard the news.

nAfter all, the relationship between the God of Martial Arts and Fu Xiaorou was not just a simple relationship between monarch and minister. They were master and disciple, father and son.

nNow that Fu Xiaorou had passed away, the God of Martial Arts did not even show his face.

nSo the God of Martial Arts was still studying cultivation techniques?

nWas there a problem?

nMany people thought of the Imperial Emperor of Great Xia who had suddenly disappeared three times before the New Year.

nThat person seemed to have suddenly disappeared during his heyday.

nIn the end, it was Li Yueming’s eldest disciple, Han Bufan, who came out to refute the rumor.

nBut even so.

nThe people of the world still had doubts buried in their hearts.

nThis year.

nA new grave appeared in Li Yueming’s backyard.

nIn the beginning, the grave was filled with flowers and offerings.

nIn the end.

nAll the prosperity was gone.

nOnly a pale yellow wildflower was left on the yellowish-brown grave.

nIt proved that someone had been here in the end.

nYear 100 of the Martial Arts Calendar.

nPerhaps it was an illusion, but many martial artists in the game felt that time seemed to have sped up.

nEver since Fu Xiaorou died.

nThe development of the Qingdu Empire suddenly came to a halt.

nThe group of Martial Saints who had formed an alliance back then to touch a higher realm also fell silent.

nThe entire Jianghu was still bustling.

nHowever, there was a palpitating silence in addition to the excitement.

nIt was as if something was stuck in everyone’s throat, making everything insignificant.

nAll the martial artists knew.

nIf martial arts could not continue to develop, then they would sooner or later return to dust.

nAll prosperity would become sand in the desert in the long run.

nPerhaps many years later.

nTimes changed.

nWhen the new generation of martial artists grew up and heard about their passionate history, they would only sigh,’Oh, the era of martial arts? I heard that there were many Martial Saints back then!

nJust hearing it made him feel sad.

nIf it really happened, it would be worse than taking their lives.

nHowever, judging from the current situation.

nThis seemed to have become a irreversible trend.

nAfter all, so many years had passed. If that group of Martial Saints had discovered something, they would not be so silent now.

nOn the other side.

nThe conflict between the Free State and the Qing Du Empire was intensifying by the day.

nThe Qingdu Empire sent countless martial artists and soldiers to fight the Free State on land and sea.

nThe two sides were still in a heated battle at the beginning.

nAfter fighting for more than ten years, Qingdu Port was shocked to discover that the Free State’s weapons, equipment, and technology had been renewed.

nIn contrast.

nThe Qingdu Empire’s new generation of weapons and equipment were still being researched.

nIn the blink of an eye.

nThe situation on the battlefield was reversed.

nThe Qingdu Empire was forced to retreat continuously, turning from the dominant side to the disadvantaged side.

nYear 120 of the Martial Arts Calendar.

nThis year, many of the martial artists in the Qingdu Empire who were not so talented had already begun to age.

nThe high-spirited martial arts grandmasters of the past had begun to wither.

nOnly the Martial Emperors and Martial Saints remained firm.

n“Grandmaster Anyang of Hui Province died of illness yesterday!” “Master Mu Lin of Ezhou passed away half a month ago!”

n“Zhongzhou Harbor’s Martial Emperor Minri dragged his old body along with him and perished together with the Free State’s Tier 8 Combat Emperor!” One unfortunate piece of news after another came.

nThe originally prosperous Jianghu was filled with mournful voices.

nUnder such circumstances.

nOutside the courtyard where Li Yueming lived.

nThree big and one small figures stood there.

nBehind their backs, the persimmon tree planted by the cheap mother had already withered and declined.

nHe only had a few years left to live.

nOnly the new persimmon tree planted by Ye Nanyuan was still growing vigorously.

nAround the courtyard, the residents of Qingdu Port had already taken turns for several generations.

nThe original courtyard with green bricks and black tiles had now become a very festive red brick house.

nOnly this old courtyard stood out from the rest.

nIt looked bleak and desolate.

nYe Nanyuan was here.

nShe brought along Li Mengdie, who was already in her forties, and her husband.

nHe gently knocked on the door that seemed to have been silent for a hundred years.

nAfter a long time.

nA figure with disheveled hair appeared in front of everyone.

nAlthough she looked extremely sloppy because she hadn’t taken care of herself.

nHowever, the person in front of him was still as young as before.

nYe Nanyuan’s hair was white and her forehead was full of wrinkles.

nAt this moment, tears fell from her eyes.

nThe mole at the corner of her eye was still the same as before.

nHowever, time had changed too many things.

nBehind him.

nLi Mengdie, who was already a mother, looked at the figure in front of her. After hesitating for a moment, she said,”Father?” The figure in front of him didn’t react.

nHe looked at his mother with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

nYe Nanyuan wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

nHe turned around and said to the man beside Li Mengdie,”Little Wu, this is your father-in-law, Wu Sheng. Call him grandpa!”

nAt the side.

nThe two men, one big and one small, also had doubts on their faces.

nHowever, because of Ye Nanyuan.

nThe man still braced himself and said in a trembling voice that was filled with disbelief, “Father-in-law, accept my bow…”

nHowever, the little boy beside him was not so polite.

nAfter sizing up Li Yueming, he shook his head and said, “”1 don’t have such a homeless grandfather.. My grandfather is the God of Martial Arts!”

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