In the hall, the old Taoist paced back and forth, his clothes were brisk, and he felt a vigorous spirit that was afraid to look directly at.

Looking at the old Taoist who looked happy and even more joyful than suppressing Dao Ren, Yang Yu suddenly had an idea in his mind.

Keep your unique knowledge for the past saints...

With his martial arts today, he still cannot understand the surging waves in Zhang Laodao's heart, but he is also faintly touched.

If there were no sages like the old Taoist, how could a systematic martial arts path come from a thousand years later?

"I am not alone, but not alone!"

Old Dao Zhang was in a very good mood. He slapped his sleeves and sat on the ground, and patted the ground casually: "Come on, sit here..."

Yang Yu was like a stream of good deeds and sat on the ground.

The old Taoist was slightly amazed:

"Your talent and mind are first-class in any era. What's even more rare is your personal experience. Just the level of the Taoist fruit recognition, you are better than 99% of ordinary people in the world, and there is a smooth road in front of the Martial Saint's Sect..."

"The real person is over-reputable."

In the face of the praise from the old Taoist, Yang Yu also felt it was appreciated.

This is an evaluation of the martial arts monument. If it is recorded in the book, it will be enough to be passed down to future generations.

"There is actually no conflict between the Immortal Way and the Martial Arts. However, compared with the Immortal Way that has the footsteps of our predecessors, the Martial Arts Road is too rugged and difficult to walk..."

The old Taoist sighed slightly:

"I just hope that you will not give up martial arts in the future, even if you practice both like the previous boy?"

"How could I give up?"

Yu Yang shook his head.

"I just hope that after the changes of the sky, you will still have this heart."

The old Taoist's eyes are bright and clear, with a deep and meticulous experience:

"It's a pity that you are not a martial artist."

"good."

Yang Yu was very calm:

"I'm only sincere to myself."

Different backgrounds and experiences, and different people's hearts.

Unlike Zhang Lailuo, he was a human being in his two lives, and his bizarre encounters were far beyond ordinary people's imagination. He wanted him to abandon the fruit of Taoism like Zhang Xuanba, and devote himself to the vast and unknown way forward.

He asked himself that he could not do it, at least he could not do it now.

"I am sincere to myself... the slick boy, but I am also honest."

The old Taoist smiled silently and changed his tone:

"When the old Taoist was young, he had no way to go and traveled all over the world. By chance, he entered several secret realms, which are the immortal and magical realms you call..."

Old Dao Zhang talked and Yang Yu listened quietly.

As he knew, the old Taoist's life was not complicated. His first half of his life was in troubled times, and he was walking in the martial arts world with his sword in his arms until he stared at the huge pressure of Dachan Temple to establish the Hanging Mountain.

He loves delicious food and walks. He rarely stays in a department. He walks around the world, and moves forward when he meets mountains and stops when he encounters scenery.

I occasionally leave some writing and also describe mountains and rivers...

"At that time, I had no idea that I had to do with martial arts. I was determined to seek immortals and visit the Tao, and I suddenly entered the secret realm. When I saw the ancient illusion, I was also excited, but later..."

The old Taoist expression is undecided:

"Do you know what kind of situation was the era of prosperity of immortals before ancient times?"

Yang Yu's heart was slightly moved:

"It seems not as good as expected..."

"As the ancient times we imagined, the immortals were transcendent, traveling to the North Sea and Cangwu in the evening, without asking about the mortal world, eating wind and drinking dew, leaving the world alone, but..."

The old Taoist expression is complicated:

"In that era when the immortal path was prosperous, a fairy gate could guard many countries, and trillions of sentient beings could survive by relying on their breath.

There is the command of the Immortal Sect above, and there are evil demons rampant underneath. At night, there are hundreds of ghosts walking at night. Everyone is like grass and everyone is like a zombie..."

With a long sigh, Old Dao Zhang closed his eyes:

"Do you know, in that era, why can we mortals exist..."

Yang Yu was silent for a moment. In fact, he had a vague contact in the illusion of "land returning to the truth" in the Tianhai Realm:

"ceremony."

"good."

The old Taoist's eyes became sharp:

"The world is not the world, and the world is not the world. In those immortal gates, where we are, we are called the 'pasture'!"

"pasture……"

Yu Yang was chewing on this word.

He remembered that in Wang Muzhi's mention, the Longyuan Road seemed to have been one of the "Infernal Ranch"...

"Marriage is compared to immortality, and even if martial arts are great, it can be compared with magical powers. The road ahead is slim, even a dead end..."

The old Taoist looked a little dazed, and after a while, he woke up from his memories:

"But if there is a great change in the world in the future, demons dance around the world, mountain demons and woods are charming and laughing at the mountains and forests, and hundreds of ghosts are walking around the world every day,

Will martial arts be the only foundation for our ordinary people?”

silence!

The hidden worries about the changes in the sky were torn apart, and Yang Yu couldn't help but sank.

Whether in the tide theory or in the files he collected from other places, it all indicates that the heavens are coming.

As Mr. Zhang said, if there really is that day...

"We can't always rely on the conscience of others, right?"

The old Taoist calmed down and took out a yellowed roll:

"Your martial arts has become a system, and I have read a lot of classics in the mountains. The old Taoist can not teach you much. This pampered scroll contains the old Taoist's experience in martial arts and the method of keeping precepts, which may be of some use to you..."

"Thank you for the real person."

Yang Yu stood up and took it with both hands, feeling that the thin piece of sheepskin was as heavy as a mountain.

"It's not that the old man broke his promise and he doesn't want to give you the Seven Tribulation Sword."

Old Dao Zhang stroked his long beard with his hands:

"You probably have to take the four steps of becoming an immortal. The method of keeping precepts is better than the Seven Tribulation Sword for you, and..."

The old Taoist did not point out the second half of the sentence, but Yang Yu naturally knew it very well.

He can take away anything in this illusion, and the Seven Tribulation Sword alone cannot.

It’s not that the old Taoist does not allow it, but that the hanging mountains in the future generations are definitely not allowed to allow an outsider to take the ancestors to mate his troops.

"Although the Seven Tribulation Sword is good, my younger generation will naturally not be greedy for using the sword."

Yu Yang patted the long blade on his waist.

Although due to the material, this two-edged sword is still at the ten-forging level, but it has various fate blessings, which is not inferior to any hundreds of refining magic weapons, and is even connected to his bloodline, which is the most advantageous.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "You can take Feng Hao's Taoist fruit together. Although this flying sand and stone are not considered a good magical power, you don't need it. You can also exchange something that is useful with the right person..."

The old Taoist was quite generous and took out a gray stone sculpture from his sleeve.

Yu Yang did not refuse, thanked him, accepted him, and asked:

"I have some doubts about keeping the precepts, so I hope the real person will give me some advice..."

He actually had the precepts method. Yu Fengxian once gave him a precepts method treasured by the Dragon Abyss Palace. However, he was not willing to do it recklessly before he thoroughly thought about the pros and cons.

"Keep the precepts..."

After pondering slightly, the old Taoist said, "How much do you know about keeping the precepts?"

Yang Yu answered without hesitation:

"The heavens and man conflict with each other, and the immortals and gods lose me."

“Huh?”

The old Taoist's spirit was slightly shocked, and his eyes were surprised: "I see you walking, sitting and lying down, not like a major sect, and I don't want to have an insight, but I am unique..."

When the old Taoist asked, Yang Yu naturally knew everything.

Over the years, he has been collecting information about the precepts. Although it is not comprehensive, he is not ignorant.

Some of the records made Zhang Laodao amazing, which was obviously information from later generations.

"You are right. The method of keeping precepts is not the method used by immortals and Buddhas to bind themselves, but the secret method created by the "Immortals and Gods Lost Me"..."

The old Taoist replied after thinking for a moment:

"But things in the world naturally cannot be as satisfactory as possible. No matter what the reason for the 'precepts' is created, it ultimately has its pros and cons."

After a pause, he said again: "The pros and cons of this are naturally for the ancient immortals and Buddhas..."

As a true Taoist who has spent most of his life searching for immortals and seeking Taoism, the old Taoist naturally has a very profound understanding of keeping precepts.

In his opinion, this method of keeping precepts is really wonderful, although the original intention is that immortals and Buddhas will not be affected by heaven and earth to prevent them from being hit by heaven and earth.

But the result is that the immortals and Buddhas themselves are also bound.

"If you keep the precepts of eroticism, you must not violate the precepts for your whole life. Otherwise, all the years of precepts will be in vain, and you will most likely fall into the disaster of "losing me"..."

As he said that, the old Taoist looked at Yang Yu:

"You probably think this is a bondage, but if a person does not restrain himself, how different is it from a beast or a monster?"

"Lost me..."

Yang Yujing stood for a long time and then bowed: "I have received the teachings..."

"Go, go."

The old Taoist waved his hand and said goodbye.

only……

"Men, I have another unhappy request..."

Yang Yu carefully put away the parchment rolls and bowed slightly: "Please give me some advice..."

“Give me advice?”

The old Taoist's eyes were full of suspicion: "Are you confused?"

“…”

Yu Yang coughed lightly, took a few steps back, pressed his five fingers to the knife, and bowed slightly:

"I will learn from Yang Yu in the future, so please give me advice from Zhenren Zhang!"

At this moment, Yang Yu's momentum changed, not a thrilling rise, but a slow decline. All the magical powers were restrained into his soul.

The ceremony of Longyuan Sword was the reason why he had to come to this day.

"you……"

The old Taoist wiped his oily palms with his sleeves, and suddenly realized:

"Is it a ceremony?"

...

...

"The sky changes..."

The sword light rose and fell from the light, sending out the interesting juniors from later generations. The irreconcilable old Taoist slowly walked out of the hall.

Behind me, the hall built with bluestone became dim until it disappeared.

The old Taoist walked slowly to the edge of the cliff, and wherever he saw, the surging clouds became thinner and the cold wind gradually stopped...

The mountains in the distance, the cities in the distance, the people, birds and beasts that should have been there gradually disappeared.

Once upon a time, at this moment, he would hear An Dao Ren's unwilling and manic roar, but at this moment, the world completely quieted down.

As soon as the chaotic illusion was approaching, everything was gone, but the old Taoist used his sleeves to pour the wind on his wind and walked alone...

"I really want to go to the future generations to take a look..."

Lying on the side of the cliff, holding his chin with his hands, the sloppy old Taoist yawned for a long time, saying goodbye to the dissipating illusion, and wishing himself:

"Good dream!"

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