On the fishing boat, Yang Xuan looked at the ravine-lined face in front of him blankly, a little unclear.

"Little fish, what's wrong with you?" the old fisherman looked at him strangely, his face full of concern.

"Grandpa, I'm wondering why we're being bullied by those people. Yang Xuan spoke, his voice immature, but full of resentment.

Yang Xuan was shocked, because this was not his will, but his body was speaking on its own.

"Well, what's the solution. The ragged old fisherman's face was full of helplessness: "This world has been like this since ancient times, the weak eat the strong, Wang Mazi is better than us, we can only be bullied." ”

"Grandpa, am I better than Wang Mazi, so that we can not be bullied?

"If you bully others, what's the difference between you and Wang Mazi?" said the old fisherman in a fierce voice.

"Grandpa, I understand, I'm not going to bully people. The child's voice was childish, but resolute.

"Well, good boy, come, drink this fish soup. ”

Everything that happened in front of him touched a memory that he had hidden for a long time.

At this moment, he was thoughtful.

The hull shook slightly, and then a voice sounded.

"Uncle, maybe go to sea?"

Yang Xuan's body shook and looked up.

Another Yang Xuan.

At this moment, he understood everything.

"Hero, you can go to sea, but you have to wait for the rain to stop. The old fisherman did not dare to slack off, and quickly stood up and said worriedly.

After watching Yang Xuan throw out the golden leaf, and the old fisherman refused to give it, Yang Xuan, who had become Mo Xiaoyu, finally asked the question he had answered at his former self.

"Uncle, are you a martial arts master?"

"Yes, your name is Xiaoyu?"

"Then is your martial arts high?

"Well, there's probably no one better than me in this world. ”

"Can you teach me then?"

"Oh, what are you going to do after learning martial arts?"

"I'm going to beat Wang Mazi hard. ”

......

"Will you always do that?"

Following the clearer and clearer memory, Mo Xiaoyu finally said that sentence.

"I'm going to always do that. Xiao Yu said categorically, without the slightest hesitation.

At this moment, Yang Xuan, who had been watching coldly, felt very clearly that a mysterious and mysterious aura appeared in Mo Xiaoyu's body, rushing out of the Heavenly Spirit Gai, and after turning around in the sky, it actually attracted another unknown force, such as a flying stream, such as Hong Zhong Dalu, falling from the sky and pouring into Mo Xiaoyu's body.

That's the way, the avenue of heaven and earth!

Yang Xuan was shocked.

At this moment, he finally clearly felt what he called Tao to the east.

This is not the way of humanity, nor is it the way of entering the Tao, but it is another, mysterious and mysterious, like something that communicates with some deeper power in heaven and earth.

What is the Tao?

Yang Xuan asked himself.

"What's your name?"

"My name is Mo Xiaoyu. ”

"Okay, Mo Xiaoyu, are you willing to worship me as a teacher?"

"I am willing, I want to learn martial arts, I want to set rules for all the wicked people in the world, so that they will no longer bully people, and they must know the rules. Mo Xiaoyu's voice spread out in the heavy rain, accompanied by bursts of thunder, roaring in all directions.

Rumble!

Several thunderbolts went straight into Yang Xuan's soul, shaking his soul trembling.

He seemed to understand something.

The next moment, darkness struck, Yang Xuan's eyes darkened, and he lost consciousness again.

......

"Surrender or die!"

When Yang Xuan regained consciousness again, a muffled thunderous sound sounded, and he retreated wildly.

The sharp pain in his chest made him moan.

Fluffy, like two door-like bear claws clutching his chest, Yang Xuan felt a heart-rending despair.

"King of the Heavenly Extreme, if you can let the black tiger leave safely, I, the black bear, swear that I will be loyal to the King of the Heavenly Pole for the rest of my life and never betray it. ”

"What qualifications do you have to negotiate with me?" the voice of the Heavenly Extreme King on the throne was cold and full of murderous intent.

"In that case, I choose to die!" the black bear stood up, his body seemed to become infinitely taller, and his voice resounded in the hall.

A wonderful aura emanated from the black bear's body, as if it was affecting something, and in the sky that only Yang Xuan could see, a huge black phantom appeared.

It's clearly a bear!

"I know righteousness, too!"

At this moment, Yang Xuan's mind always echoed this sentence.

When darkness returned, Yang Xuan lost consciousness again.

......

The ten-yuan steel hammer was thrown at his feet, and Yang Xuan looked at the swarthy woman in front of him, and had already guessed what she wanted to say.

Sure enough, the words still came out of her mouth: "Because, I want to live." ”

Stay alive!

When the inexplicable aura emanating from those bitter fishermen affected the inexplicable power between heaven and earth, Yang Xuan was silent.

What is the Tao?

Mo Xiaoyu is guarding the rules, and would rather send them to the government and let them be punished by the law, rather than kill those who break the rules once and for all with advanced martial arts.

This is the Word.

The black bear abides by morality and would rather die than defend the righteous word in his heart.

This is the Word.

In order to survive, these villagers gave up all their conscience, gave up all perseverance, and did everything they could to survive.

This turned out to be the same way.

What exactly is the Tao?

Between heaven and earth, there is only one big mountain, the mountain is high into the clouds, and it is not always seen.

Yang Xuan sat quietly on the top of the mountain, watching the clouds roll around.

He didn't know why he got here, he didn't know how he got here, and he didn't want to explore.

The wind moves, the clouds change, and various shapes are formed.

The tide rises, the tide falls, the sea of clouds spreads, boundless.

Sunrise, sunset, time passing, no head and no tail.

Spring comes, summer solstice, autumn goes, winter returns......

The change of seasons has left all kinds of traces on Yang Xuan's body.

One-year, five-year ......

Yang Xuan never moved, allowing his hair to turn white, his clothes to rot, his skin to scab, and his body to turn into a stubborn stone.

Time is still passing, but Yang Xuan has lost all his breath, as if he has really turned into a stone, a ball of dirt, and there is no breath of life.

And time, still passing.

Ten years, twenty years......

It wasn't until one day in the fiftieth year that a voice finally came from under the pile of dead rocks.

"I see, that's it!"

Rumble!

The mountains shattered, the sea of clouds dissipated, and Yang Xuan, who had turned into a dying old man, appeared between heaven and earth, standing in the void.

"It turns out that this is the way!"

Bang!

The thunder was furious, and forty-nine whirlpools appeared in the sky, and in each whirlpool, there were forty-nine bolts of lightning, ready to go.

The avenue is fifty, the sky is forty-nine, and there is still a glimmer of life.

And that glimmer of life is Yang Xuan, which is his way.

He is the one.

A faint phantom that was exactly the same as Yang Xuan walked out of Yang Xuan's body, and stood with Yang Xuan, facing this thunder that was almost devastating.

That was Yang Xuan's Yuan Baby.

"You are me, and I am you. Yang Xuan looked at his Yuan Ying, and his voice was like thunder.

Yuan Ying spoke: "I am you, you are me." ”

Yang Xuan stared at Yuan Ying and asked again, "You understand?"

Yuan Ying also looked at Yang Xuan and replied, "Understood, what about you?"

Yang Xuan nodded: "Since you understand everything, let's start!"

Yuan Ying also nodded: "Let's start!"

Boom, boom!

Two thunderbolts rained down from the sky with the power to destroy the world.

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