So What?

Chapter 345 So What

It was the first time that Qin Mu saw the village chief so helpless and desperate. When he held him in his arms, he seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw and begged him to take him home, back to the Village for the Disabled, back to his self-enclosed little world.

He really couldn't imagine that this frightened and desperate old man could be the master who taught and educated him, nor did he expect that a being as powerful as the village chief could be defeated so easily.

The village chief often said that he was too powerful, but now all the beliefs of the old man who said this have fallen apart and collapsed.

The village chief had been knocked down once. After being knocked down last time, he went to the Disabled Old Village and became a disabled old man with a broken mind and spirit. If it weren't for Ma Ye, the pharmacist, the mute and others who came to the Disabled Old Village one after another, it would be hard to imagine what he would have become.

Qin Mu still remembered the situation when the pharmacist and his men had all left the village, leaving only the village chief.

The decadent and depressed village chief sat at the entrance of the village, motionless, allowing the wind and rain to blow on him, allowing the darkness to invade him, and allowing his beard to grow wildly, but he was too lazy to move.

He was unkempt, didn't eat or drink, and seemed to be letting himself rot there.

When the village chief was knocked down, his level of decadence and depression should have been even worse than that. At that time, he was a complete and utter loser, completely hopeless and lifeless, just a walking corpse!

And now, what brought down the village chief was not his own failure, but the failure of the first Human Emperor, the founder of all Human Emperors and even the Human Emperor Palace!

He felt the despair of the first Human Emperor. He was like a frightened child who wanted to escape back to his own world, curl up and lick his own wounds, or simply let himself rot and die.

If you have not experienced this kind of failure, it is difficult to understand how the village chief feels now.

Qingyou Shanren watched from the side, showing pity and sighing. He did not want to strike the old emperor like this, he wanted to strike the new emperor Qin Mu, to teach this ignorant young man a heavy and solid lesson, to let him know that all his pursuits and responsibilities were just a trivial joke in the end, just empty, a dream!

He did not defeat Qin Mu, but instead made his old friend feel hopeless.

He and the village chief are old acquaintances and they had met in their early years.

When the village chief invited him to leave the mountain, he agreed and left the mountain, but so what? In the end, he still dragged his wounded body back to Xiaoyujing. He was covered with bruises and his heart was also scarred.

From then on, he became disheartened and all his passion faded.

Over the years, he has read various records of Xiaoyujing. The more he understands history and the deeper he knows, all his early thoughts have disappeared.

Qin Mu came to see him, bringing with him a technique to repair the Divine Bridge that would allow him to become a god. For a moment he was indeed moved, and his dormant blood seemed to warm up again.

But then it got cold.

So what?

Even if he repairs the divine bridge, can he be stronger than the immortal who opened up this place?

Even if the old emperor repaired the divine bridge, so what? Can he be stronger than the emperor who founded the palace of the emperor?

Even if Qin Mu became a god, so what? Could Qin Mu still be stronger than the woodcutter saint of their Tiansheng Sect?

"So what?"

Qingyou Shanren was slightly startled when he heard Qin Mu's voice. Qin Mu repeated what he said and said to the village chief who had lost all hope, "So what? Grandpa village chief, what if they failed?"

"child."

Qingyou Shanren laughed and shook his head, feeling melancholy in his heart: "The contemporary emperor is still just a child who likes to play in the water. I also had such passionate years as him in the past, but I was just a child at that time..."

Qin Mu smiled and said, "They were defeated, and so were the emperors of all generations. Grandpa Village Chief, you were defeated, too. But so what? The first emperor was defeated, but there was still the second emperor? The second emperor was defeated, but there was still the third emperor? Village Chief, you were defeated, but there was still me, wasn't there?"

The village chief was stunned, his white hair trembling, and he shook his head repeatedly.

"I don't want you to become like me..." he said in a crying voice.

Now, he is just an ordinary old man. He is not the all-powerful Human Emperor, nor the Sword God who is proficient in swordsmanship. He is just a disabled old man who does not want his children to follow in his footsteps.

"I am a Tyrant, have you forgotten?"

Qin Mu smiled and said, "The only tyrant. You raised me, isn't that enough?"

"Dominant body?"

The village chief cried and laughed: "Ba Ti! Hehe, I brought this upon myself... Mu'er, can we go home? Please!"

Qin Mu's vitality surged out, lifting the old man in his arms, and his smile was as bright as the sunshine in early spring, which seemed to be able to dispel the haze in other people's hearts and bring them warmth and hope.

"Ba Ti, never admit defeat, never say failure!"

Qin Mu's voice was inexplicably infectious. He straightened his back with unprecedented confidence and faith: "I will surpass you. I will not be the second best forever! I will surpass you in swordsmanship and become the God of Sword, the Supreme Sword Master! I will surpass Grandpa Pharmacist in medicine, Grandpa Lame in speed, Grandpa Mute in treasure refining, Grandpa Deaf in painting, Grandpa Ma in boxing, Grandpa Butcher in swordsmanship, Grandpa Blind in divine eyes, and Grandma Si in magical powers! I will be the best in the world!"

Qingyou Shanren laughed loudly: "The ambition of the Human Emperor is commendable, but can you surpass these stone statues? Can you surpass those stone statues in Daxu? Even if you can, can you surpass Kaihuang?"

His voice gradually became stern, as if he was scolding a child: "You are just an ambitious child who has never experienced setbacks and hardships. Just go play in the water! Wouldn't it be better to be an ordinary person and live an ordinary life? You don't understand the world of adults at all!"

Qin Mu looked up at the stone statues and said calmly, "If I don't work hard and struggle, I will naturally not be able to surpass the first generation of Human Emperor. If I work hard and struggle, there is still a chance and hope. If I don't work hard and struggle, and only think about failure, there will be nothing!"

He glanced at Qingyou Shanren and said, "Qingyou Xian, since you are an immortal, will you die?"

Qingyou Shanren shook his head and said, "There is no immortal immortal."

"What can you leave behind?" Qin Mu asked.

The hermit said: "You can't bring anything with you when you are born, and you can't take anything with you when you die."

Qin Mu smiled. "But the immortal who opened up Xiaoyujing left behind a stone statue, the first emperor of mankind left behind a stone statue, and the woodcutter saint left behind a stone statue. Are these stone statues really dead? In the night of Daxu, I saw the stone statue of the king of heaven riding a dragon unicorn to kill the dragon. I saw the stone statue revive, come back to life, and continue to fight. I also saw the stone statues in Daxu emitting divine light at night, guarding the area and giving shelter to the abandoned people of Daxu. What can you leave behind after you die?"

He didn't wait for Qingyou Shanren to speak, and answered for him: "Nothing!"

Qingyoushanren was angry, shook his head and smiled, "You are still a child, full of big words, and you don't know the consequences. You will get bruises all over your head, your head will bleed, and your body and mind will be hurt, just like me and the Emperor. In the end, your family will be destroyed and you will be a king, only to be left alone, without even a child to see you off to the grave. Only then will you realize how valuable my words are."

Qin Mu looked up at the stone statues again and said calmly, "They will come back to life. When hope appears in this world, they will come back to life and continue to fight for hope. But by then, will Qingyouxian be able to come back to life and fight? You can't, you're already dead."

Qingyou Shanren was furious. He took a step forward, his clothes fluttering in the wind, his hair flying, and he shouted, "Although you are the emperor, what can you do?"

Qin Mu glanced at him and said, "I am a Tyrant."

"There is no such thing as a tyrant in this world!"

Qingyou Shanren shouted loudly, "What the hell is this bullshit Tyrant Body? There is no such physique! Who are you trying to fool?"

"There are tyrants in this world."

The village chief suddenly spoke, and Qingyou Shanren was slightly startled and looked at him. The village chief broke free from Qin Mu's vitality, floated up, and said solemnly: "There is a tyrant in this world, a tyrant from Wuyou Township!"

Qingyoushan was greatly shocked, and hurriedly looked at Qin Mu, saying in a lost voice: "You mean..."

"His surname is Qin, the Qin of Kaihuang."

The village chief seemed to have swept away his previous dejection, but his tone was still tired. He said solemnly: "Qin from Wuyou Township, the Qin who swept across the eight wildernesses and unified the world. He is the Tyrant Body, the unparalleled Tyrant Body!"

"Worry-free Township?"

Qingyoushanren was a little flustered, but he calmed down and said, "Qin from Wuyouxiang? Qin from Kaihuang? That golden book is from Wuyouxiang? Is there a Qin family in Wuyouxiang?"

The village chief nodded: "We can't do it, but Qin can."

Qingyou Shanren showed excitement, then calmed down and laughed, "Old Taoist brother, you don't know enough about Kaihuangji. What about the Qin family? Aren't they all losers? Wuyou Township is just a group of people who are sneaking around and struggling to survive. What's the difference between them and my Xiaoyujing? In fact, even you don't believe it."

The village chief was silent, and suddenly said: "But there is hope, even if it is only a glimmer."

Qingyou Shanren had an indifferent expression and said, "Don't use Wuyou Township to pressure me. Wuyou Township doesn't have any tyrant bodies. Tyrant bodies don't exist in this world at all."

"Mu'er can prove it to you."

The village chief said in a deep voice: "It proves that he is the one and only Tyrant!"

Qingyou Shanren laughed loudly and shook his head: "Brother Daoist, is the only thing you can do now except lying? Tyrant body, hehe, tyrant body..."

His voice suddenly became extremely loud and spread throughout Xiaoyujing: "Xiaoyujing disciples, come here!"

Qin Mu was slightly startled.

Qingyou Shanren's face became serious. He stared at him fiercely, his sleeves shaking: "Prove it to me! I have only cultivated three disciples in Xiaoyujing. If you defeat them, I will follow you down the mountain!"

Qin Mu stretched his muscles, smiled, and raised his eyebrows: "Qingyou Immortal, you should have said it earlier. Three is too few, how about you immortals from Xiaoyujing also seal your cultivation and come together? Taoist Master Tathagata can also come together."

His momentum suddenly exploded, and he roared viciously: "I will beat you to death!"