At sunset, under the afterglow of the sunset, in a small fishing village in Xiangxia, in a mountain called Yunmengze, an old man wearing a blue robe, bamboo cane and shoes, and four fleshy moles on his forehead, is playing chess under a strange and barren old pine.

I saw the old man in the blue robe holding black in his left hand and white in his right hand, starting a game between himself and himself.

The old man in a blue robe was surrounded by many men with extraordinary bearing playing the piano and flute, some reciting poems against each other, discussing academic matters, and looking very elegant and charming.

After a self-care game, the old man picked up the black and white chess pieces into the sandalwood jar with a quiet gaze, and then he spoke to the disciples around him.

"Su Qin, Zhang Yi, Sun Bin, Pang Juan, Shang Ying, Lu Buwei, Bai Qi, Li Mu, Wang Qian, Gan Mao, Le Yi, Mao Sui and others, you all come here, you have something to say for the teacher!"

Immediately, men in high-crowned long robes and extraordinary temperaments gathered in the direction of the old man in the blue robe, as if they had already expected something in their hearts, and they were silent one by one.

The old man in the blue robe looked up at the sky, and said with a deep and deep gaze: "As a teacher, I watched the sky last night, and saw the glowing stars flashing, which means that this day is about to change.

At this time, Zhang Yi, who was wearing Gebu linen clothes and had a righteous face, said: "The teacher once said that the things of the world should be done by the people of the world, everything must be done according to the heavens and people, and the Tao is natural, but now the teacher can't see the situation in the world clearly, and our disciples have ventured into the predicament of the Three Realms, I'm afraid something is wrong!"

The old man in the blue robe looked at the scene of Zhong Yu Lingxiu and the rising clouds in the mountains in the distance, and spoke casually.

"Concentrate on cultivation as a teacher, and the strategy is relatively wide, teaching you people Feng Shui, divination, cultivation, vertical and horizontal, and the way of the Middle Scriptures, so that you can perceive some subtle changes between heaven and earth, in fact, this Three Realms chaos is also a battle of luck, if you win the luck of heaven and earth, then you can make a difference in the future, whether you enjoy wealth in the human world, or achieve divine positions in the heavenly realm!"

At this time, Wang Qian, who was tall and burly, with a scruffy beard, said with burning eyes: "Then master, what should we do?"

The old man in the blue robe laughed loudly and said: "Don't worry, the so-called Jiang Taigong fishing, those who wish to take the bait, what should come, will come after all!"

At this moment, a cloud of purple clouds landed in Yunmengze, wearing a red robe, a high-crowned robe, and a thick face, Emperor Ziwei walked in front of the old man in a blue robe, he was very respectful and saluted, and said in a deep voice: "Ziwei greets Mr. Guigu!"

The old man in the blue robe waved his hand at the group of disciples, and he smiled indifferently and said, "You go to the Ethereal Pavilion and wait for the news, I will have a good chat with Ziwei about the chaos in the Three Realms!"

"Disciple retires!"

Su Qin, Zhang Yi, Sun Bin, Pang Juan, Shang Ying and others all replied in a deep voice, and then bowed down one by one.

Immediately, Emperor Ziwei and the old man in blue robes sat down at an open-air stone table in an open-air stone table with a quiet scenery, a thin spring, pine and red plums, ancient vines and old trees, and mountain streams.

The old man in the blue robe poured two cups of Huangsu tea on the table, he picked up the teacup, took a sip, and said meaningfully: "Ziwei, do you think that my more than 500 disciples compare to those disciples of Lao Tzu?"

Emperor Ziwei picked up the teacup on the stone table, took a sip, and sighed sincerely: "These disciples of Yang Mei Daxian have strange bones and good temperament, compared to those disciples of Lao Tzu, I don't know why I didn't see Yihu, the disciple of Yang Mei Daxian?"

Yang Mei Daxian smiled with an unfathomable face, "Now that the Three Realms are in chaos, the good fortune is unpredictable, so I let the big apprentice travel all over the world!"

"That's a pity, Yang Mei Daxian's disciple Yihu is more powerful than the Styx Ancestor who is known as the first person in the saint realm, if he can compete for luck in this chaos of heaven and earth, maybe he will be able to become holy!"

Yang Mei Daxian smiled heartily and said: "My apprentice Yihu is not the one who was born in response to the catastrophe, he can't become a saint, you don't need to pour me ecstasy soup, just tell me the purpose of coming here!"

Emperor Ziwei looked at the floating tea in the cup on the stone table, and he smiled indifferently: "Now that the Three Realms are about to be in chaos, the Tongtian Sect Master has been accumulating power for a long time, and the strength of Heavenly Court is weak, and it is on the cusp of the storm, like a lonely boat, it may capsize at any time, I am here to invite Yang Mei Daxian to come out of the mountain and help Heavenly Court tide over the difficulties!"

"The way of heaven is majestic, humanity is ethereal, people live in the world, when there is a sense of awe for the sky, there is a sense of awe for all things in the world, if you can't know yourself, you will be punished by heaven, even if I master the laws of space, I am also very afraid of the way of heaven, so this time I will not take it lightly!" Yang Mei Daxian said with a distant gaze.

Emperor Ziwei frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice: "But Yang Mei Great Immortal, if the Heavenly Court is attacked by a group of rabble led by the Tongtian Sect Master, then the order of the Three Realms will be disrupted, and the people of the Human Realm will definitely be in dire straits!"

Yang Mei Daxian took a sip of tea, and said with a quiet gaze: "If Heavenly Court promises that my more than five hundred disciples can obtain the immortal position regardless of life or death, you can take my five hundred disciples to heaven to restore their lives!"

"Yang Mei Daxian said with a smile, when the canonization of the god list was completed, the god position had already been fixed, and the heavenly court would be a radish and a pit, how could it be possible to give you five hundred disciples to be a god at once?" Emperor Ziwei frowned slightly, and said with a bitter face.

After a moment of silence, Yang Mei Daxian said: "This time the Three Realms are in turmoil, with the participation of saints, it is inevitable that there will be immortals on the Heavenly Court side, so my disciples can just fill the vacancy, I know that you can't be the master of this matter, Emperor Ziwei, I think you should go back and ask for the opinion of the Jade Emperor, if he agrees, you can directly bring my more than 500 True Immortal disciples to the Heavenly Court!"

Emperor Ziwei frowned, he nodded at Yang Mei Great Immortal, and was about to gallop away towards the heavenly court in the clouds!

At this moment, the Jade Emperor's great phantom illusion appeared in front of Yang Mei Daxian, and he said in a deep voice: "You don't need Emperor Ziwei to go back to Heavenly Court to ask me, Yang Mei Great Immortal, as long as my Heavenly Court can get through this difficulty, I will find a way to arrange positions for your five hundred disciples in Heavenly Court!"

Yang Mei Daxian picked up the teacup on the table and drank it all, he said indifferently: "A word is a certainty, now you can let Emperor Ziwei go to the Ethereal Pavilion to bring people, I still have something to do, so I will leave first!"

After that, the figure of Yang Mei Daxian slowly dissipated!