Xu Yangyi walked slowly on the ground covered with bamboo leaves in Qingcheng Mountain. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The ground in autumn makes a "sizzle" sound when stepped on, and the touch is soft. The green and yellow bamboo leaves are mixed with pine needles, as if they carpet the whole mountain.

Although he was going to see the Yuanying Monk, he was not nervous at all. After all, he is his only blood relative.

"Qingcheng Mountain knows you're there?" The two walked silently all the way, looking at the dragon-like ancient trees, listening to the looming bird calls, but they didn't say anything all the way. Xu Yangyi finally couldn't help but open his mouth.

"I don't know. Xuan Chengzi put his hands in his robe, although he was now a young monk, he walked with an old dragon clock, and his back was slightly carried, and his middle-aged face was actually with a touch of vicissitudes: "Qingcheng Mountain only knows that there is a Yuanying Zhenjun, but he doesn't know that it is an old man." ”

A bird flew through the forest and landed on his shoulder. The dappled sunlight casts between the vigorous ancient trees, illuminating a peaceful light and shadow. The two continued to be speechless, and when the ancestors and descendants met after hundreds of years, no one knew what to say.

It is indeed a blood relative, but after too much time, it is the same as a passerby.

Stepping on the soft and solid ground, along the mountain path, the two of them kept walking towards the belly of Qingcheng Mountain. After about two hours of walking, there were almost all mountain walls in front of you, however, between the two mountain walls, a winding path, about less than a meter wide, led in.

At the same time, Xuan Chengzi's eyes lost his divine light and collapsed to the ground. Xu Yangyi was silent for a moment and slowly walked towards the path.

Honka rock climbing, tired birds hanging in the air, the scenery on both sides is very charming. It is as if no one has ever stepped here, and the bamboo forests cover the sky and the sun, and there is almost no road. However, there was a faint burst of zither, and the sound of silk silk came out.

Just after he walked for another ten minutes, he walked around a bamboo forest, and the scenery in front of him was cheerful.

An old but tidy Taoist hall, standing in the bamboo forest plainly, behind the Taoist temple, is a green mountain, a spring on the mountain gurgling down, forming a twenty or thirty meters of water pool on the ground, clearly visible to the bottom. Lotus leaves flutter on it, and there is even a small waterwheel two or three meters high that rotates.

Koi fish swim in the pool, like clouds under a blue sky. In front of the Taoist temple, under the bamboo forest, an old Taoist priest is pressing his hands on the guzheng and adjusting the strings leisurely.

On both sides, four little Taoist priests, holding pipes, flutes, pipas, and guqins in their hands, are about seventeen or eighteen years old, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes.

"When ......" Just as Xu Yangyi stepped in, a soft guzheng sound sounded, and an old voice slowly sang: "Rolling Yangtze River East Passing Water......"

As his voice began, the four little Taoist priests around him suddenly played in a subdued and frustrated manner, very orderly, and the five musical instruments intertwined into a magnificent and rich sound wave, causing the bamboo leaves in the forest to rattle.

The old fingers plucked the strings, and some cloudy eyes carried endless distance, the breeze blew on his face, and his beard flew away: "The waves sweep away the heroes." ”

Xu Yangyi's eyes became cautious.

In two sentences, there is no fluctuation of the aura of heaven and earth. However, all around him, it was clearly visible that all the bamboo forests were rustling, and the withered yellow bamboo leaves were falling.

And his footsteps were actually stopped by these fallen leaves on the periphery!

"Right and wrong, success or failure, turn your head empty, the green mountains are still ......" The slender fingers danced rhythmically, the beard, the flute, and the feeling of reverberating the intestines: "Several degrees of sunset red." ”

With this song, all the sounds disappeared within a radius of dozens of meters, and a forest bird flapped its wings and flew out, fluttering and making a chaotic sound. Other than that, however, there is silence.

The boundless bamboo leaves Xiao Xiaoxiao, through the gap between the leaves, in the intermittent vision that can be heard by the needle, Xu Yangyi squinted his eyes slightly.

Test?

Dismounted?

There are no words, direct gaze and lowered eyes, leisurely and dignified, one old and one young, not only is there no fear in his heart, but a fierce fighting spirit is swinging.

In the silence, Xu Yangyi's gaze swept over the bamboo leaves in the sky, and when they fell, a complex magic circle was formed, and ...... Every second is completely different, and you have to find the only one of them in order to pass.

Opportunity is only a moment.

"White-haired fisherman, on the river. Accustomed to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. As if he hadn't seen him, the old man played the zither meticulously. At this moment, there are still two or three sentences, and this Linjiang Immortal will end. If he didn't go in before the last word fell, even if the other party let go of the ban, he would be deeply ashamed.

Suddenly, the old man's voice became high-pitched: "A pot of turbid wine, happy to meet." ”

"Many things in ancient and modern times are ......"

Now is the time!

Between the lightning and flint, Xu Yang moved, his body turned into a blue light, and went straight to the bamboo leaves and the group.

The blue light blinked, and a bamboo leaf rustled behind him, and for a moment, a narrow passage was left between all the bamboo leaves.

"Laughing and talking. ”

When the last word fell, his figure was already standing in front of the old man, and at the same time, the old man pressed the zither with both hands, and the strings hummed softly.

On the body, there is not a single bamboo leaf.

Ten thousand flowers have passed, and the leaves do not stick to the body.

"Not bad. The old man waved his hand, and the four boys immediately bowed deeply to Xu Yangyi and retreated.

"It is rumored that your strength is the first person under Yuan Ying?" he waved his hand lightly, and a futon appeared in front of the desk, and then, two cups of fragrant tea floated in: "The name is well deserved." ”

Xu Yangyi sat down, took a sip from the teacup, and his eyes lit up.

One after another, the aura permeated from his mouth and into his chest, and it actually replenished his dry aura.

"Big Red Robe. Tea leaves on a real half of the tree. The old man is only half a catty. The old man stroked his white beard leisurely and said lightly: "Once you enter the realm of Jindan, the world is completely different from the past. It is necessary to seize the opportunity to improve spiritual power at all times. Food, clothing, housing and transportation are also indispensable. The daily flow accounts of every Jin Dan are enough to make a Qi Refining Great Perfection embarrassed. ”

Xu Yangyi took a deep sip again, did not answer, but carefully looked at the old man in front of him.

Ordinary.

This is the first feeling, there is nothing brilliant about it, he can't feel the fluctuation of the other party's spiritual power at all, let alone probe the other party's realm. Sit in front of yourself like an ordinary person.

"What do you call it?" he asked, holding up his teaglass.

"Xu Fangyuan. Born in 1582 A.D., during the reign of the Myojin Sect. Early infancy. The old man seemed to be a little emotional, looking at the teacup in his hand, reflecting his old figure, and said slowly for a long time: "Do you know, why do I play this Linjiang Immortal?"

Without waiting for Xu Yangyi to answer, he calmly spoke: "Life is like a dream, no matter how brilliant a generation of emperors is, it is only that the green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times. ”

"Look at the flowers blooming every year, and the spring flowers and autumn moon will be in the morning, and no one can live forever. Nothing is permanent. As powerful as Gu Xiu, it is just a flick of his fingers. This song, the honor and disgrace of life and death, the longevity of heaven and earth, and the solitary blue and weeping. Whenever the old man was upset, he would play a song. ”

"Immortality, eternity, immortality, legends, throughout the ages, how many people have moved towards these terms, and then ...... How many people have really achieved it?"

Xu Yangyi raised his head, looked at the tired birds in the forest, and unconsciously moved, and suddenly said slowly: "That...... Is there no immortality?"

Silence again.

Two minutes later, Xu Fangyuan turned around and looked deeply into Xu Yangyi's eyes: "Yes." ”

"Asked the Four Realms, refining qi, building the foundation, Jindan, Yuanying. After the three realms of slashing the heart, and then it is over, that is, few people have reached the second realm of flying immortals in the legend, once they fly immortals, they are the real immortal body, unless they are destroyed in battle, they will exist with the world, immortal and immortal. After nine tribulations, the Dharma body is eternal. ”

Xu Yangyi took a sip of tea.

Before Jindan, kneeling and worshipping Zhuji, Jindan, after Jindan, Wanbang came to the court, broke into five hundred and fifty-one cities in three provinces, and Huaxia regarded it as if it had not been seen. Killing Nangong is not to blame, destroying the Nangong family, and the cultivation world is deaf.

Countless monks knelt down below him, and his words made the supreme government look sideways. This feeling has been enjoyed once, and no one can give it up unless this person is willing to be mediocre.

And he, unwilling to be mediocre.

He somewhat understood why the ancient emperors didn't want to live forever, this feeling that one word can be the law of the world, it really makes people who have tasted it once unable to let go.

"I have taken revenge in the Tower of Babel. He blew the tea and looked at the flying tea leaves: "At that time, I had a moment of confusion. Why am I still alive? ”

"Looks like you already have the answer. Xu Fangyuan finally smiled slightly.

Xu Yangyi nodded: "Yes, I never thought that cultivation would have such a deep impact on me. At that time, I had only one thought, and that was ...... I'm going to get to the top. Look at the different scenes. ”

"Good. Xu Fangyuan stroked his beard and laughed: "Decline is greater than heart death, and sorrow is greater than lack of ambition." Monks, choose one in a thousand miles, walk on this single-plank bridge that thousands of people fight for, and be willing to be mediocre, that is a sin. ”

Look up to the sky and laugh and go out, how can my generation be a Penghao person.

The two seemed to see the same sentence in each other's eyes, raised the teacup remotely, touched it in the air, and drank it all.

It's not a big deal, it's the instinct of human beings, or intelligent beings.

There is a lion king in the lions, and there is a wolf king in the wolf pack, from refining qi all the way to bowing down, to building the foundation, to the Jindan real person who chooses one of 100,000, after straightening his waist, no one wants to return to the original self who was submissive and involuntarily killed. Everyone wants to go to the first peak of the world and see how many brilliant colors are still in the world that has been opened up by cultivation. Let's see if I can be called an ancestor in this plane.

Whether it's the desire to explore, or the instinctive will to get stronger, who can tell?

Quetzalcoatl once said that the path chosen must be completed no matter what. No regrets. He now understands this point.