Everything Is Too Easy After Maxing My Talents

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

Translator: 549690339

For this reason.

Fu Xiaorou worked day and night.

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

This year.

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

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

It was said that.

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

Many people found it unbelievable when they heard the news.

After 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.

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

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

Was there a problem?

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

That person seemed to have suddenly disappeared during his heyday.

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

But even so.

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

This year.

A new grave appeared in Li Yueming’s backyard.

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

In the end.

All the prosperity was gone.

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

It proved that someone had been here in the end.

Year 100 of the Martial Arts Calendar.

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

Ever since Fu Xiaorou died.

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

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

The entire Jianghu was still bustling.

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

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

All the martial artists knew.

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

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

Perhaps many years later.

Times changed.

When 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!

Just hearing it made him feel sad.

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

However, judging from the current situation.

This seemed to have become a irreversible trend.

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

On the other side.

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

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

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

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

In contrast.

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

In the blink of an eye.

The situation on the battlefield was reversed.

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

Year 120 of the Martial Arts Calendar.

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

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

Only the Martial Emperors and Martial Saints remained firm.

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

“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.

The originally prosperous Jianghu was filled with mournful voices.

Under such circumstances.

Outside the courtyard where Li Yueming lived.

Three big and one small figures stood there.

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

He only had a few years left to live.

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

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

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

Only this old courtyard stood out from the rest.

It looked bleak and desolate.

Ye Nanyuan was here.

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

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

After a long time.

A figure with disheveled hair appeared in front of everyone.

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

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

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

At this moment, tears fell from her eyes.

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

However, time had changed too many things.

Behind him.

Li 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.

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

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

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

At the side.

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

However, because of Ye Nanyuan.

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

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

After 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!”