"Do you know the answer in my heart?" Lao Dao raised his head, his black and white eyes were full of complexity, he wanted to listen, and he didn't want to listen.

"I don't know. Yan Ruyu shook her head.

"No, you know, it's just, you didn't say it. Lao Dao stood up.

"Yes, I know, but I can't say it, because as soon as I say it, you are sealed and your obsession is gone. Yan Ruyu nodded.

"Why do you think that if you just say the answer, I will be confirmed, and I will believe your answer without having to look for myself?"

"Because, I have your will in me, and your will before death has been transferred to me, I see it, you see it! What I say is what you say, if I say the answer now, you will believe it, and your obsession will be dispersed!" Yan Ruyu affirmed.

"Don't you want my obsession to go away?"

"I don't want to!"

"Why?"

"Because, I want you to take another look at the former glory of the Dao Sect!" Yan Ruyu looked at the old Dao seriously.

"The glory of yesteryear...... The glory of the past......" Lao Dao didn't ask again, he just walked slowly to the stream flowing beside him.

He stretched out his hand and gently stirred the water in the stream, and he came to the seven lotus platforms again, stretched out his hand, and gently stroked those lotus platforms, as if caressing the old man.

After doing all this, Lao Dao crossed the stream and came to the huge bluestone gate, he looked at the huge bluestone gate in front of him, stretched out his hand, and gently touched every trace on the bluestone door.

"I don't know your name yet?" asked the old man.

"Yan Ruyu. Yan Ruyu replied.

"Yan Ruyu, good name!" Lao Dao's body trembled.

"As the new owner of the Dao Palace, this name is indeed good. Yan Ruyu affirmed.

"Hehe, boy, it's still so crazy, you know? Lao Dao said indifferently, his hand waved on the bluestone door, revealing countless tiny cracks on it.

These traces emit a faint white light, densely packed, completely carving the entire bluestone door, and also completely illuminating the surroundings.

"Every trace represents a day. Lao Dao turned around and looked at Yan Ruyu again, but those black and white eyes revealed a trace of sadness and nostalgia.

"How many traces are there?" Yan Ruyu asked.

"One hundred and fifty thousand five hundred and thirty-one traces!" replied the old man seriously.

"That's three hundred and two. Yan Ruyu nodded lightly.

"Three hundred and two years and seven months, to be exact. Lao Dao smiled, and smiled very happily, it was a smile from the heart.

Yan Ruyu didn't speak again, he was waiting for Lao Dao's final decision.

At this time, Lao Dao's tone changed: "It's been three hundred years, I've finally waited, I've waited for the answer I want! Hahaha, senior sister, have you seen it? There is someone better than me, he can really revive the Dao Sect, I believe he can really do it!"

"Yan Ruyu, you are right, you are the answer I am waiting for, this Dao Palace belongs to you, from now on, you are the one hundred and eighth generation of Dao Venerable!"

"Click!"

The ground shuddered.

The forbidden bluestone door in front of him suddenly opened.

Three hundred years of dust falls.

A majestic mountain, emerging from the bluestone gate.

Yan Ruyu stood up slowly, as the old Tao said, this answer may have been given by many people, but he was the only one who really succeeded.

In the past three hundred years, the Dao Palace, which no one can break, has been broken by him!

Luck?

Perhaps!

Yan Ruyu took a few steps forward, crossed the stream, and came to the bluestone gate, sometimes, 'luck' is also a kind of strength!

Lao Dao had already moved out of the way of the bluestone gate at this time, and pointed to the stone steps inside the stone gate.

Yan Ruyu also saw the stone steps inside the door.

There was only one stone staircase.

It is more prepared to say that there are countless stone steps, each with a different direction, and it is not known where it extends or how many steps there are.

For example, the nearest stone staircase extends only in front of a fruit tree, on which hangs a fist-sized red fruit with flame lines on it.

The farthest stone staircase seems to extend to the top of the mountain, or even to the sky......

"What are these?" Yan Ruyu asked.

"Taoism. The old way replied.

"Dao Fa, is it all?" Yan Ruyu was a little surprised.

"Well, those who can grow in this Dao Palace are naturally all Dao Methods, as I said, if you can open the Dao Palace, you can obtain the Supreme Dao Method. Lao Dao affirmed.

"How many?"

"You can see as much as you can. ”

"Understood. ”

Yan Ruyu nodded.

He glanced and saw that he didn't seem to see anything except the most recent one.

As a last resort, he could only close his eyes again.

His mind began to recall the 'dream' again, he recalled the junior sister in the dream, he recalled the impression when he saw Daozun for the first time, he recalled the scene of countless Taoist disciples fighting on the battlefield, and he recalled the scene of the battle between Daozun and the demon god Chen Xuanji.

He reminisced over and over again......

It's as if you're immersed in memories and can't help yourself.

"What are you thinking?" Old Dao didn't quite understand, why did he close his eyes again, couldn't the Dao method of the Dao Palace in front of him attract him?

"I'm thinking about the days when I fought side by side with my junior sister, it was your lost youth, and I thought that you were about to leave, so I'll help you remember it again. Yan Ruyu replied calmly.

"......" old way.

Two quarters of an hour later.

Lao Dao clenched his fists: "How long do you have to think about it?"

"Almost, that's it. Yan Ruyu's words fell, and his eyes had already opened again.

There is no longer the blood red just now, the blood in it has disappeared without a trace, and all that remains is clear 'black and white', black as ink, white as snow.

Yan Ruyu dispersed all the emotions that Lao Dao had put on him.

Leave only ......

Wonderful memories!

Lao Dao's eyes looked at Yan Ruyu's eyes, and he suddenly felt some palpitations, but this didn't make sense, because Yan Ruyu's eyes didn't change much, they were still ordinary and unremarkable.

So why did it make him palpitate?

That's right!

It's color!

The black and white colors are too clean and pure.

As if there were no impurities.

Yan Ruyu didn't know what Lao Dao was thinking, he only knew that the Dao Palace in front of him had changed, and after he recalled the dream, the Dao Palace became completely different.

Originally, the Daogong Palace was a high mountain, towering into the sky and lined with green trees.

But now, it's colorful and colorful.

His gaze followed the first stone staircase, and at the end of the stone staircase he saw a tree branch, which had only a green leaf, and a drop of nectar on the green leaf.

He looked down every two stone steps, and at the end of the stone steps he saw a bottle with clear water, and a red carp in the water.

He looked down the third stone staircase...... He saw a cracked stone, and where the stone cracked, a small grass grew.

He saw it.

At a glance, you can see the end of the three stone steps.

However, he can go on to more.

So, he looked down the fourth stone staircase......

He looked down the fifth stone staircase again......

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